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criibibi · 8 months ago

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Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.

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Chapter 5 - No Time to Waste

It’s been a week and a half since the last power surge incident and so far everything was quiet. Too quiet for Batman’s liking. It definitely increased his paranoia which in turn causes him to be extra moody. The culprit? Whoever was behind the power surge in the Narrows. They became an anomaly to Gotham. Unwanted, an eyesore in the eyes of Batman.

And the issue is, there hasn’t been any news at all. No sightings, no suspects, nothing. Bruce felt challenged in a way. Something is in Gotham, living in his city and he feels like he’s still so far from discovering who or what it is. For the world's greatest detective is having a hard time solving this case. How frustrating.

With no news of another quantum breach, big or small, nothing. It’s frustrating. What’s even more of a headache about this unsolved case, is another thing that has come to his attention- thanks Jim.

Bruce started hearing more reports of a new ‘vigilante’. But there are no pictures, no camera footage, no evidence, just testimonies, occasional sightings and witnesses. Nothing concrete, nothing solid, just no proof. So frustrating.

And there is a pattern.

What he does know is that they are always quick and efficient, never staying too long, leaving once or before the police arrive, and it’s always low level crooks like muggers or thiefs. Respectful and polite (from those they saved) and they mostly keep to the shadows of the night.

Whoever this new problem is, is trying to stay hidden and Batman doesn’t like that at all. Not. One. Bit.

Despite the Narrows being Duke’s territory, he is just one person who patrols in the daytime, so some of his sons and daughter help patrol at night. But it seems this newcomer has incredible luck and scurries off everytime they are even close to their location.

But this doesn’t mean Batman will just let it go, oh no. Of course not silly, he’s going to find this new vigilante and see what they are about. He’s going to evaluate them, judge them, and all it takes is one mess up. Just one and he will make sure they are locked up in Arkham.

A bit extreme, possibly. But he will take no chances, not when it comes to the safety of his city. Gotham is his to protect and defend, he’s keeping many eyes out for this intruder. Watch your back.

“Sorry to interrupt your brooding hour B, but I have something I think you want to know. Also you have a message from Commissioner Gordon.” A new voice spoke through his comms.

“On my way.” He replied.

“No, I think it’s best you go with-”

“I am fully capable of handling it myself just fine. I don’t require father’s assistance.” a third voice snapped. “I’m here with Kent, we’re fine Drake.” And the line was turned off.

“Explain.” Batman demanded.

“So you see…”

After the failed attempt at contacting Miguel, you spent a couple of all nighters in advancing your beacon. This time, it would require even more energy but now it won’t cause a potential blackout. But it will notify the bats of your location like last time.

You know you have to be extra fucking careful this time. You might have gotten lucky those days ago in not getting caught, but you know your luck is shit anyways and Batman is one paranoid mother fucker. Him and his wards.

You have to be very cautious in where you go and how you will do this. This new connector is a bit more sturdier than the lightweight one you made before, but this time it also won’t require you to be stuck in one place. Actually, your signal will ping in more than one location. It will bounce off the cell towers and throw a fake location.

This will certainly tip the scales to your favor in avoidance of detection. Now, you won’t have to rely on your (shit) spider luck!

All you have to do is to connect it to a phone or computer, and connect that to any service in the area and manually set it off- which you can easily hack. There is only one tiny itty bitty problem. Guessed it yet? No? Well it’s simple, the only problem is- YOU DON’T HAVE A PHONE.

You could theoretically use the library computer but with civilians around you is a big major no. You’re also pretty sure the library closes at like 8 or something.

No worries. You have a solution for this baby problem. Is it build one yourself? Pfft- fuck no. You don’t have time to build a phone and even less for a computer, you still have to tweak your god damn watch for fuck sake. So, you’re just going to buy one.

And with what money- I hear you ask. Simple. You’re going to make some. Time to become Spider-woman again.

Only until you have enough for a decent phone- you said. It’ll be easy- you said. Until you were proven wrong.

You spent two days hunting and defeating crooks, webbing the worst ones up, while the not so bad but are making shitty choices were let go (with the promise of hunting them down should they go back to doing bad stuff). Some advice here and there, pickpocketing criminal’s money, you know, the usual shabang.

Can’t forget you’re avoiding all cameras so as to not give yourself away. Though you almost got caught by the police once, haha. You never stick around long enough to get spotted by the bats or the cops.

Until one night, dressed as a normal civilian, you were coming back from a shelter, turning a corner and you were immediately surrounded by a group of thugs wanting to rob you. You literally have nothing, so the only thing they would be robbing is your backpack with extra clothes and your suit. And maybe like two granola bars.

You tried to charm your way out of this situation because first of all, youre fucking tired, two, you don’t have time for baby shit, and three, you’re about to start tweaking. Of course the five men didn’t take your sarcastic remarks lightly and decided that their knives would do the talking.

So you beat them up. All five of them. 60 seconds was all it took. So to recompense wasting a minute of your time, you loot their cash discreetly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) a well dressed man popped out of nowhere, getting close to you and you warned him you would break his wrist if he touched you- he still came but didn’t touch you. Holding out a black card he presented it to your face.

“You fight well, kid. If you want to make money fast,real money, call me and go here.”

“Um, I’m not a k-”

“You’ll make hundreds.” He cut you off. Rude. ”And if you impress the boss like you did me, you can make more.”

Spider luck?

Oh well that got your attention. Eyes narrowed. “Fast money, how?”

“Did no one ever teach ya about ‘stranger danger’? It’s a fight club, if you will. A tournament if you’re interested.”

Spider luck.

After pondering it for a quick second, here you are, getting a card with a free invite to a ring, probably filled with big, crazy, and most likely wanted criminals, and you get paid to beat them up? Sign me the fuck up. “I’m very interested.” you nod.

The man gave a crooked smile. “Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow, kid.”

“I’m not-” The man walked away and inside a white limo car. Fuck you.

So you went the next day. Making sure you wore your normal clothes, just sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and your face mask, you called the guy.

Meeting him was uninteresting, conversations were nothing exciting, just asking you your fighting style, can you take on a big guy, and whatnot.

Upon entering the place (behind a well known bar) you were led to a ring, two fighters going at it. You watched how one was clearly more experienced than the other, while the other guy was battered and bleeding but still fighting. Blood spraying everywhere with every hit until he hit the ground cold.

It certainly is a sight.

It was that very day that you had your very first fight.

Stepping into the ring with no prep, no bandages, no helmet, nothing, this was a raw fight through and through, you were immediately booed and laughed at. Tough crowd.

Of course you were not going against a stereotypical big muscular guy that looks like he could bench press a tank. No, in fact you were against a young military deserter as your first opponent. Scars and all. Across his neck laid an identification tag (also known as dog tag). Christopher Conner.

The man in front of you sneered, laughing at you. “No way they sent me a kid. I will break all your bones. Don’t start crying too soon.” he cooed.

He taunted you and the crowd loved it. You, on the other hand, were pretty bored and unimpressed.

“I’m not a kid…” you huffed behind your face mask.

What was able to be seen on your face must have told him that because he didn’t like being ignored.

So he swung, a clear hit to be a knock out. You swerve.

This time he kicked, you parried.

He did not like that. Soon a game ensued. Hit attacking and you either blocking or dodging. You didn’t even need your spider sense, you got this in the bag, honestly this was quite sad. The crowd went from booing you to insulting Christopher.

“What the fuck man?!”

“Hit the kid!”

“My money’s riding on you dickface!”

“Don’t you dare lose motherfucker, or I’ll shoot you!”

It seems their insults were getting to the man. You on the other hand kinda started to feel bad.

“Stand still you fucker!” Christopher growled, throwing punches.

You scoffed, “My aunt throws faster punches than you Chris.” You can almost taste the bloodlust seeping from his pores. “Hey man, it's been three minutes, surely you can end this, right?”

Chris’s jaw clenched in anger. He was about to explode. A voice called out your name.

“Nada! Stop wasting time and finish it kid. Or you won’t get paid.” What? What a scam! You’re trying to entertain yourself too y’know, guess this will be a way to relieve stress.

Facing the military man you didn’t give him a second to process when you blew him a kiss and then a fist made contact with his chin, effectively knocking him out the second his back hit the ring walls. “I’m not a kid.”

The crowd was silent before chaos broke. Half the crowd booed and threatened the fallen man, while the other half started cheering.

With how unsatisfied most people were, you had to fight three more times. Each time, you won, with no scratches on you (you did pretend to get hit at times for realism). Each victory secures you cheers and hype.

By the end of your last fight, it was dark out and you were walked off by the same man that brought you here. “Good job kid. I know you were the right call.”

“I’m not-” A thick envelope was thrown. Catching it, you opened it up to find money, lots of money. “Woah.”

The man in the suit chuckled. “Like it? You can make more the more you win.”

Still entrance by the stack of green you nodded. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time.” The man walked off and you stared at the money.

“Booyah baby!”

You bought a phone the next morning.

And so it’s been five days since then. You weren’t in a desperate need for money anymore, so you cut your fights down from five to two a day. You still needed time to continue fixing your beacon. Spider-woman sightings have also significantly decreased the more you noticed the increase in security.

You were not taking any chances.

Walking towards the somewhat empty bar, you greeted the bouncer and headed inside to an ‘employees only’ door to meet the guy in the suit. He did tell you his name, but you call him ‘Suit’ in your head regardless.

“Hey there Nada,” He hears a sigh from behind the mask. “Listen, kid, you’re one of my best fighters, but I need you to lay low for a while. Here.”

Catching a burner phone you tilt your head for an explanation, pocketing it. “Cops?”

“Worse.” he sighs, slicking his hair back. “Bats.”

Fucking spider luck.

Like a bucket of ice and cold water was dumped on you, blood turning cold. You froze in terror. You should have guessed that a hidden fighting ring would not be kept hidden for long. The criminals that you fought and were downright nasty, you made sure they were caught outside and far away from this location.

And it was random from a list you composed. Enough to make sure you weren’t a suspect. But fuck now you have to erase your presense here. You’re a nobody, Nada, nothing. Guess it really is time to lay lower than low, like a ghost. “I won’t come back then.” Voice serious and cold.

He laughed, pulling out an envelope from his suit's inner pocket. “S’that so?” Handing it out for you to take, his eyes burn into yours. “Then I’ll just have ta hunt you down, kid.”

Taking the envelope (it felt thicker and heavier than usual) and placing it in your pocket you chuckled, cold, fake, calculating. “Try. I’m good at hiding.” Walking away, hands in pocket, feeling both the envelope and the burner phone, turning your body to avoid bumping into a familiar guy speed walking in. “I’m not a kid…” you mumbled to yourself.

You didn’t bother glancing at the man you dubbed ‘Suit’, real name Jacob Sullivan Jones. It seems it’s time for JSJ to have a run in with the Gotham City Police Department.

It is truly fortunate that Jacob doesn’t know where you're staying. Although he might not know about the warehouse inside the junkyard, he does know you are not a resident with no permanent home. He had stalked you for a bit after the first meeting (the bouncer was so easy to spot really), believing you’re homeless, alone, and a nobody (someone who nobody would miss or look for). You’re using that (somewhat of a mis)information to your advantage.

Leaving the desolate bar, thoughts consumed by the written list of criminals you drafted and plan to anonymously give it to the GCPD. How you got the other criminals caught was simple, you always used a payphone and gave anonymous tips. That won’t work here. At least not fully. Knowing the corruption, maybe you should hand it to the one of the cops you know isn’t corrupt.

Now, do you hack the police and email it? Print it/fax it and send it? Or hand it directly but as spider-woman? Well for starters, the second option is garbage because if the right person doesn’t see it first, it will just get covered up. Hacking into the GCPD and emailing it directly doesn’t sound like a bad idea, the only issue is, if they decided to forward that information to the bats, you’re fucked because then you know they’ll dig in and somehow find out about you.

It seems like going in as Spider-woman is the best bet, but then again, the bats are real close, too close for comfort. Should you take the risk? But if you don’t turn these criminals in, it will stay in your consciousness of letting innocents down. Guess you have to suck it up and do it then.

“This sucks” you mumbled, deep in thought.

Suddenly you felt your body freeze. Feeling your spider sense go haywire, you looked up and hard swerved to the side, avoiding bumping into a stranger.

It seemed that your sudden change in direction caught the stranger’s attention and the person next to him, both heads snapped towards you.

Hands out of pocket awkwardly waving in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!” Taking a look at the one you almost bumped into, he is tall, with black hair and vibrant blue eyes.

Taking note of your embarrassment the stranger chuckles, looking into your eyes, “No worries! Nice reflexes though!”

The stranger’s partner scowled in your direction and you could feel his eyes burning you alive. “Watch where you walk, you buffoon.” Venom.

“Don’t be rude, Dame.”

“Don’t call me that. We don’t have time for this tomfoolery.”

Alrighty then, guess it’s time to fuck off. “Yes, thank you- again, so sorry.” You don’t even spare the other guy a glance, quickly scurrying off. Your spider sense hasn’t shut off and you don’t like where this is going. “Good bye.”

“Hey wait a minute!”

“What are you doing Kent? Our priority is there.”

Not turning back, you quickened to a brisk walk away from this nauseating area. This whole goddamn experience is so nauseating. You just wanted to go home. Was that soooooo much to ask? Regardless, you did not want to know what those strangers wanted, and you were taught ‘stranger danger’ and it certainly applied here.

After a certain distance later, your senses dulled into a small buzz as you turned a corner and entered the public library. Taking your usual empty seat, you let out a deep sigh. This was what you were used to since coming into this world. Since being yoinked from another dimension and plopped in this universe, your senses never really shut off. It was like everything in this world was a danger, and it only spiked when reacting to blood lust, danger of a certain radius, and people who are incredibly strong.

Recalling that one stranger, who looked too innocent enough for it to be bloodlust, just that their presence caught you so off guard. But your senses screamed at you, and it terrified you to an extent. This is why you can never really relax being here, even when you’re alone in the warehouse, you just feel so out of place, and in danger constantly. It was beginning to eat you up honestly.

You miss your innocent youthful days. God you sound old. But you really do miss having a home to go back to. A home where once you step inside, it’s warm, and two people would always greet you like a warm embrace.

Now it’s cold and desolate, barely anything inside, empty and lonely.

But now, you can’t even go there anymore. Even if it was painful to live in the same home that had more members, then reduced to just you, it was still home.

You can’t even go home.

Remembering the words Jacob Sullivan Jones spoke to you earlier, you fish out the envelope. Taking note of the weight, it was decided to open it and find more than usual.

Picking up a small zip-lock bag, your eyes widened. It was an ID, an ID and a passport. Just what the fuck was Jacob going to do with giving you this? Why did he make this for you? What were his plans? No, you can’t think about that. This is a blessing for sure, and you’ll take it- but, you have to put Jacob in prison. Now.

This is a gift and you know that with criminals, all gifts are never for free. This is a ‘you owe me’ gift. “Fuck, this sucks.” You just want a moment of peace.

Think, you have to think. Now you have an identification, but, you don’t know if you’re in the system, since once again, incase you forgot, you don’t fucking exist here. Whatever Jacob was thinking, you definitely don’t want a part of it. You’re going to put a stop to this now.

Though, recalling the two strangers earlier, you don’t bother with the rude one of the two, more focused on the one with blue eyes. Something about him just stuck out to you. He looked vaguely familiar.

Okay, let’s take this from the top. You felt a strong sense of precaution, thus causing your spider sense to alert you. Your sense only went away when you were a considerable distance away from those two, so you know it’s about the strangers. Bases covered, perfect. What’s next?

You only really focused on the one who you almost touched, so let’s continue from there. He is tall, a welldefine body, black hair, and vibrant blue eyes. That’s all you remember seeing now for what you heard. His friend/partner/acquaintance/fellow party member said ‘Kent’, this could be his name or surname but the name ‘Kent’ makes your throat clogged. You only know of another Kent and it’s a superhero.

It couldn’t be…right?

Turning the computer on, you started typing away, fingers trembling, heart thumping loudly, head spinning, and body sweating. Please, please, please, be wrong. You prayed.

The window search lands on a somewhat recent news. Superman and Superboy save hundreds during bridge collapse! By Lois Lane Kent.

In the photo, on the front page was a scene, both Superman and Superboy. The older one was holding a piece of a bridge while the other younger one was using his heat vision. This was Superman’s son. And you came into contact with him.

You were royally fucking screwed.

Fuck- fuck! No, no nono!

All the anxiety you tried to lock away came like a tsunami. You were reminded of how small you are in this world. How easy it is to find trouble even without looking. You wanted no part in this world but it seems the gods wanted to fuck you over and over again.

And, as much as you wanted to curse out the Spot for yeeting you far faaaaaaar from your universe, you only blame yourself for latching onto him and getting lost on the way to his next destination.

God this sucks! You wanted to curl up and cry, but you can’t. You’re a big girl and so, you’ll deal with this fuckery later. After all, your best trait was putting your issues to the side and focusing on the bigger picture. This- meeting Superman’s son can wait. After all, you haven’t run into any bats besides Signal- yes you researched him when you had free time (you only knew of him but not really who he was), so for now, your spider luck has been blessing you thus far.

You need to focus on the bigger picture, getting Jacob and the other criminals caught.

Getting to work, you begin to type away your list that you memorized, the location of the bar, the owner of the bar was still a mystery but the one who runs it is Jacob, schedule of the bouncer shifts, and the names and alias of those who you encountered as well as the situation of misguided teens. You type it all, making sure to keep your real and fake identity out, you did put in your alias Nada, as a picked up street kid. Enough for it to be a ‘misguided’ teen situation but not enough to catch someone’s attention unless they were looking for it.

Now that you know you ran into Clark Kent’s son (a deduction), you know you can’t risk encountering him as spider-woman. Knowing that Superman can (somehow) memorize and identify someone based on their heart beat or whatever, so fuck no are you going to parade as spider-woman any time soon.

You swear to god that you will do everything you can to avoid meeting them in both their civilian personas and alter egos.

Calming yourself, you get ready to hack the GCPD, and leave a message.

‘They know. Scatter.’

It hits you. The epiphany of why Jacob had an ID and passport made for you. They were moving locations. Abandoning fort, and taking anyone who they wanted. Basically a trafficking ring for those who weren’t onboard, and a new opportunity for those who they saw potential in.

Shit, you should have stopped this when Jacob found you, but you didn’t know anything then. Now it could be too late. But Jacob did say to lay low, so they’re mostly biding their time. Probably erasing, hiding, and misplacing real and fake evidence.

They need to get exposed now, ‘strike while the iron is hot’ as the saying goes.

It seems like it’s time to meet the commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, James “Jim” Gordon, as Spider-woman. How fun…

Way to contratic your fucking promise so soon. Well, at least it’s a civilian and not a hero/vigilante. “This fucking sucks.”

Damian scoffed when Tim wanted to force his father the Batman into his lead. It’s not that he doesn’t want his father, it’s just this is an undercover sort of situation. He got a lead when he went to interrogate a pathetic military criminal. He can handle this mission on his own.

“No, I think it’s best you go with-”

“I am fully capable of handling it myself just fine. I don’t require father’s assistance.” Damian heard Jon chuckle, most likely overhearing this conversation with his super hearing. What a nuisance. “I’m here with Kent, we’re fine Drake.” And the line was turned off.

“Well that was something. So, what’s the plan that you didn’t want Lizzie to be involved in?”

“Focus, Jon.” Damian explained their stakeout first, before going to don their costumes. Deep in their conversation, Damian caught sight of one of the suspects speed walking past them. He brings this to Jon’s attention. “It's him, the mercenary Christopher Conner.”

“Okay, so this bar is the place. Let me check real quick.” Using his vision, Jon’s eyebrow furrows. “Next door is styled like a wrestling ring, only two exits. From here and from an office. This is the place.”

“Then we’ll change and apprehend the criminal. Watch and hear what he is saying.” Jon followed Damian’s lead when someone jumped out of his way like he was burning them, causing Damian to also turn his head.

“I’m so sorry!” Despite the mask covering their mouth, their voice of this buffoon sounded androgynous, their clothes didn’t help to differentiate a gender either. But what he can see were this stranger’s eyes, and he can’t look away.

It seems neither can Jon as he chuckles and waves off the encounter. “No worries! Nice reflexes though!” Jon makes it very obvious he’s staring hard.

Just what is it about this total insignificant stranger that caught Damian’s undivided attention? From what he can see, they look normal (can’t really tell with that face mask though), but there is just something that has him unable to take his eyes off of them.

Jon has the same issue, and Damian narrowed his eyes in suspicion and scowls. “Watch where you walk, you buffoon.”

Jon, without breaking eye contact, scolds Damina. “Don’t be rude, Dame.”

Snapping out of this trance, he snaps back,” Don’t call me that.” That’s right, they are on a mission, no distractions allowed. “We don’t have time for this tomfoolery.”

Jon looks at Damian, as he too, regains his focus, eyes staring into each other as if communicating, he nods. They can come back to this after they finish their assignment.

“Yes, thank you- again, so sorry. Good bye.” The stranger quickly scurried off.

Caught off guard Jon impulsively extended his arm out to grab their shoulder. “Hey wait a minute!”

Damian acted faster, grabbing Jon’s arm. “What are you doing Kent? Our priority is there.” Pointing towards the bar with his head. This isn’t good, they’re getting sidetracked.

Jon didn’t turn to look at Damian, no he was still staring at the stranger. “I just wanted to ask…” He trailed off as he strained his ears, focusing on their heartbeat, their breathing patterns, anything he could to commit to memory. “For their name.”

Damian, too, side glanced at the retreating figure, dissecting the way they moved, their tensed shoulders, everything until they were out of sight.

Jon wanted to ask their name. Was that weird? Their situation didn’t require him to ask their name. How would he even go about it, ‘Sorry for almost bumping into you, hey can I ask for your name?’ Yea, no.

“Damian, I-” Jon began before getting caught off.

“I know. We’ll deal with that later,” His eyes narrow, glancing at the bar. “Focus.” But he too was entranced. But he was much better at pushing that to the side, but he knows he won’t be able to hold it off for now. The best he can do is rein in Jon’s attention to the assignment.

Moving to a cafe nearby with a good view of the bar’s entrance, they ordered some drinks. This wasn’t Damians idea but he’ll let Jon have his way for cooperating.

Jon nodded, getting back into focus, using his super hearing to overhear the conversation inside the bar.

His stomach tingles at the thought of asking the stranger for their name.

Hand discreetly on his year Damian spoke, “Drake, look into the time of now and send it over to me.”

“Hey- wait-” Tim was caught off guard, “What’s this about? I thought you didn’t ‘require assistance’ for this.” He teased.

“I don’t.” He shut the comms off. Now, back to work. “What’s going on Jon?”

“This is our guy. He’s getting assigned to deliver a package. This is serious. He’s upset.”

Damian clicked his tongue. “Tt. Follow.”

Jon tunes into the conversation again.

“The police aren’t the issue. It’s the costumes that have been spotted close. We already lost a couple of our men to the cops.”

“And you don’t think that’s suspicious? We have a traitor!”

“You don’t think I don’t know that, Chris? Ever since Sebastian was caught by the fucking commissioner, the others have been getting caught like flies here in Gotham. He’s spilling, so I need to silence him.”

“The usual?”

“No, not you this time. We’re leaving so I need you to focus on one more thing.”

“Is it about them, the one you want to recruit?”

“Yes, I want them-” a phone rang interrupting the conversation. “It’s the boss. Dismissed, I’ll send ya the rest later.”

“Understood sir. I’ll deliver the packages tonight.” The mercenary walked off, no longer as upset as earlier.

Jon, processing the information, becomes visibly upset. “They’re recruiting, and based on the conversation, it's the runaway and homeless teens that have been reported by the shelters. This is bigger than just Gotham. I think they’re leaving, moving somewhere else.”

“Let’s follow.” Damian’s attention was caught at the mercenary leaving the bar. “There.”

“The guy he was talking to said he would ‘send the rest later’, I think it will be on his phone.” Jon informed.

Damian absorbed the information. “We’ll follow and catch him red handed.”

“What about ‘the package’?” Jon questioned.

“What about them? I’ll forward the intel to the rest. We focus on this guy. The evidence on his phone is all we need.”

“Dame, I can’t with good conscience leave those vulnerable kids on their own.” Stressed Jon.

“And we’re not. The others will take care of it.” Damian replied. “When we apprehend the mercenary, acquire the intel, we go after this guy while the others detain their accomplices and rescue the runaways. They will all fall tonight, Jon, so focus.”

Jonathan Kent wanted to bite back, but he knows Damian ran this plan at least three times before bringing him along. Damian is just that strategic. And he places his full trust in him, god does this leave him unsatisfied. He knows those kids are trapped somewhere and if taking this mercenary and the manager from the bar out gets them safe faster, then he will do as he is told.

Something just feels out of place, this has been too easy so far. “Alright, he’s heading north.”

Damian nods, slipping away to change into his suit.

As if connected, Damian as well feels like things have been progressing smoothly. And when it comes to crimes committed in Gotham, when things are going good, then something isn’t right.

Ever since the first the GCPD have been arresting some low and decent levels of this new crime syndicate, news of some human trafficking organizations have been slowly getting uncovered as if by overnight. It started around five days ago, low level members were caught, and just two days ago, a higher member was arrested.

Ever since his father the Batman (he tagged along) interrogated him, he spilled like a waterfall. Since they have been cracking down on the case, they know this criminal organization is trying to get on the levels of Black Mask or The Penguin.

The only issue is, this was only exclusive to Gotham, now based on what Jon relay to him, this is just a small base, there are others. He refuses to let this go on any further. Not to his city, or his people. Yet, there is this itch in the back of his head. These captures were by far too easy, and these people aren’t sloppy. No, they had been operating for some time, and yet they were getting caught like moths to a flame due to anonymous tips being called in. Someone out there is deliberately getting these scumbags caught.

And Batman believes it could possibly have a connection to the other pressing issue that’s consuming his thought. There has to be a connection to the quantum disturbance from a little over a week ago. It’s just too coincidental for it not to be.

Something is happening in Gotham, and he will get to the bottom of this.

You know, people say to plan for everything, thus making Batman a force to be reckoned with since he is the master of having contingency plans and backup plans for those backup plans. And yet, here you are, with a plan and life just wants to fuck you over and expects you to just deal with it.

No.

After coming up with spider-woman handing the commissioner Jim Gordon a list of criminals and misguided teens, you just needed to go and change. But here you are, running into a situation if you will.

You see, after running away from Superman's son, and a printed list folded neatly in your pocket as you head ‘home’, you started to feel the icky sensation of being watched. Years of experience and knowing how not to tip off that you know, you head away from your place of operations and head up north.

Though despite not giving signs of how utterly fucking tense and anxious you are, you rationalize that it can not be any of the birds because you haven’t done anything suspicious. That, and the fact that your spider sense isn’t screaming at you of danger so for now, that’s calming you down.

On the other hand, you still have no clue who is following you. It was like, thirty minutes since running into the super, and no call from the burner phone. This whole ‘being followed’ is a fucking nuisance, putting a wrench in your plans.

The only good thing is that, since you are technically surrounded by civilians walking about, they can’t really do anything to you, unless they want to cause panic amongst the innocents. Though, that wouldn’t stop someone from shooting you if they wanted you dead.

Still, regardless if you are wanted dead (highly unlikely) or alive (for whatever reason) you don’t want to lead innocent civilians into this, so away you go! Informing Jim Gordon can wait (not it can’t), you’ll lose your pursuer and then catch them!

Turning a corner, into alleyways, zig zagging, you hear their footsteps pick up. Persistent.

While running away, you form theories. We crossed out the batsonas, you haven’t done or got caught with anything to be on their radar afterall, it can’t be a random crook because for one, you look poor too, and second, they’re chasing you for a reason. Another idea was maybe it has something to do with Jacob. But that doesn’t make much sense since you just got a burner phone.

Something just isn’t adding up.

Your spider sense spiked as you turned down a corner. Despite this, you kept going straight, ready to take on whoever was going to appear in front of you.

With a very good distance between you and your pursuer you took this chance to discard your mask and sweatshirt (thank god for having a tank top) ontop of a parked motorcycle as you turned another corner, there stood a man near the end of the alleyway, tall and (once again) wellbuilt, with black hair just standing there, phone in hand.

Quickly you jogged towards him (he glanced your way) and grabbed his arm, startling him. “Sorry, please play along!” you whispered and pulled him.

The stranger only had one second to figure out what was happening. In that split second though, he heard a plea for help. The next thing he knew, he had his free hand on the wall above your head while the other one was moved to your waist. Back towards the wall and having his big frame engulf yours, you let his arm go and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him towards your face.

It's only then that you take in his appearance, handsome from what you can see, and your heart dropped. “I’m being followed,” you muttered, noticing the stranger’s eyes roam your face before settling on your eyes. “I don’t know who they are.”

The man in front of you nodded, kept in place as footsteps hastily turned the corner, running past the both of you. Your body tensed up watching the hooded figure stop at the end of the alleyway. Taking the chance to observe the guy, he pulled out a phone while looking both ways before exiting from your view.

While you were distracted the stranger in front of you pulled back, making your release your hold. He was quiet. “Once again, I’m so sorry! Thank you!” You nervously backed away, in the opposite direction your pursuer went.

He grunted, watching you walk back away. He opened his mouth to speak but the phone in his hand began to ring. He glanced down at the caller before looking back up.

You were already gone, picking up your sweatshirt and mask, donning them on and running away. Your heart was pounding so loud, it rang in your ear. That was Jason mother fucking Todd. You ran into the Red Hood. What the fuck was he doing in the Narrows?!

Recalling the words Jacob spoke earlier, it echoed through your head. ‘Bats.’ That’s right. The fucking bats are intown, and this was too close for comfort. This sucks balls!

“Focus, focus. Officer Gordon, here I come.” To the junkyard you go.

Jason watched the very pretty woman leave him with his thoughts. Getting pulled into caging someone against a back alley wall was not in his cards today, but with Gotham, one always has to expect the unexpected.

Speaking of the unexpected, he let himself momentarily get distracted recalling the bold stranger from earlier. Something about this woman, rendered him quiet. But at the same time, he took note of just how anxious she was. Tensed body, eyebrows furrowed, worried expression, scared eyes, and over all the way she held onto him while losing her pursuer. He wondered just what kind of trouble found her. It seems crime really doesn’t stop during the daylight.

He committed her face to memory, and will touch upon her situation once he finished his current assignment.

“You still there?” the voice spoke from his phone.

“Yea, I’m still here. I’m in the Narrows, following the lead.”

“Good, while Damian follows the mercenary, you got the manager. I’m seeing some suspicious moments. Turn on your commlink, Bruce is already moody as he is.”

“When isn’t he like that.” Jason rolled his eyes as he walked back to his bike that he parked further in the alley. Before taking off, he glanced in the direction the stranger went. Her actions and the sound of her voice repeated inside his mind like an echo, burning itself in his memory.

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I realized everything I wanted for this chapter did not happen. So now it's split into two parts- oops. Side note, this will not be a yandere series, though I do think they get 'possessive' sure, not yandere though. I finally know how I am going to end the Act, the issue is the in between that I struggle with.

Yay, you met Jon and Jason. Next up are Cass, Steph, Dick, and Tim the only ones left.

Web Bound Secret Corner!

Spider-Woman had an eidetic memory.

Spider-Woman does not know about the trafficked kids.

Spider-Woman did not notice Damian.

If Spider-Woman had to choose between saving a life and going home, she'd save the life.

Spider-Woman's is bad at grieving and worse with failure.

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pillowbugs · 7 days ago

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arid tracks.

been overseas travelling this past week so i haven't had much opportunity to settle down and draw... up until a 3 hour train ride. here's a quick painting based on the scenery i saw over the last couple days.

(ngl i genuinely have an appreciation for railways now, be it out of fandom osmosis or irl exposure. i just think it's neat how railways are a key connector over land, as the main mode for transporting supplies to places that lack them, even in harsh conditions like deserts.)

#pokemon #submas #my art #gen 5 pokemon #subway boss ingo #gliscor #chandelure #boldore #skarmory

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teamchasezwrites · 2 months ago

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For Your Eyes Only

Word Count: 10,444

Characters: Roman Reigns/OC/Damian Priest

Genre: Smut

Tags: Sexually Explicit Content, Throuple, Threesome(But One Isn’t There), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Filming of Said Sex, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Praise (But Not A Kink), Basically Porn Guys

Summary: Damian is feeling lonely on the overseas trip. Luckily his partners knew just how to help.

Author’s Note: I have no idea where this came from. None. I just… enjoy!

The soft schnick of the door closing followed Damian into his hotel room. The hotel was nearly quiet in the late hour. The hum of the elevator running stragglers like him to their respective floors. The soft falls of someone walking in the room above him. The loud bang of a door from an inconsiderate patron. The rumbling of the ice machine further down and the clanging as someone filled a bucket.

He propped his suitcase along the wall next to the table. A quick roll of his shoulder had the black back pack falling down his arm until he slung it on the table. The first thing he did was open the front zippered compartment and withdraw his phone charger.

The room was dark, but his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make his way to the bedside table. The lamp housed an outlet as well as USB connectors. He used the outlet for his charger and plugged it in the same time as he twisted the knob on the lamp. The room filled with a yellowish glow.

Back at his backpack, he opened the main compartment and pulled out his headphones and the corresponding charger as well as his portable battery. He plugged them both into the outlet on the lamp at the table. Then he grabbed the two water bottles he swiped from catering. One went next to the bed and the other went into the small fridge sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door. A small coffee station sat on the counter above it. On the final riffle through, he made sure to once again check for his wallet and passport. He put eyes on them right before leaving the arena and he was never without his bag on the ride to the hotel, but he tended to get a little anal about that stuff on overseas trips. Losing his passport, while not catastrophic, would surely ruin the entire trip.

Moving the backpack out of the way, Damian lifted the suitcase from the floor and put it on the table. He slid the zipper all the way around before lifting the flap. His toiletry kit sat on top and he took it out along with a clean pair of briefs. At the house show tonight in Dortmund, he was in a fatal four way match with LA Knight, Drew McIntyre, and Shinuske Nakamura. A fun match but definitely left him feeling it. His muscles ached.

He flicked the bathroom light on, frowning at the loud exhaust fan that whirled to life. Nothing he could do. It was attached to the light itself. He turned the shower on; the knob all the way to the left. While the water heated he unzipped the toiletry kit and pulled out his shampoo and body wash. The bottles bigger than the normal travel sized options. Needed considered he would be gone for two weeks. He already hit Spain yesterday for Smackdown. Tonight and tomorrow were house shows in two different German cities. Then he had a few days off before needing to be in Italy for the next Smackdown which a couple tour stops in Northern Ireland and England came after. A few days off again before Smackdown in London. Then home.

Finally.

He quickly stripped his clothes; pulling off the black hoodie and jeans he put on after changing from his ring gear at the arena. He pulled the black hair tie from his hair allowing it to fall down to his shoulders. He used to wrestle with it down, but now it spent the majority of the time twisted up into a bun. As he climbed into the shower, he combed his hand through his hair. His fingers scratched at the scalp.

The hot water felt amazing and he let it pelt his body. The decent pressure pulverizing a particular hard muscle on his shoulder. He titled his head back his hands gripping his shoulders, tucked in tight and just allowed the water to cascade over him. Between the match tonight and the match he had with Shinuske yesterday on Smackdown where Drew interfered, he was feeling a little beat up.

Lingering a few minutes longer, Damian finished his shower and shoved the curtain back. He grabbed the folded towel from the rack above the toilet and held it to his face. He took a second to breath before he continued drying himself off. When he was mostly dry, he knotted the white cotton towel around his waist. At the mirror he swiped his hand through the condensation and turned the sink on. Riffling through his toiletry kit again, he grabbed his toothpaste and tooth brushed.

As he brushed his teeth with one hand, his other was reaching back into the kit in search of his deodorant. This time the container was travel sized considering they lasted awhile and normally he was only gone 2-3 days depending on the city. He also pulled out his contact case and contact solution.

When he was finished Damian leaned over the sink to get closer to the mirror. He took his contacts out and put them in the case with a squirt of solution. Then took the towel from his waist and scrubbed it over his head again catching the last water droplets hanging onto the strands. He wiped the towel over his chest before hanging it on the hook behind the door. Slipping his briefs on, he hit the light switch plunging the room into darkness.

And silence.

The exhaust fan mercifully silent.

He tossed his dirty clothes onto his suitcase and snatched his phone from the table and pulled his glasses from the front compartment of his backpack before heading to bed. He pulled the covers back. Before he slid between then, he took a long swig of water from the bottle he placed there earlier.

A sigh escaped as his back hit the sheets and he relaxed into the mattress. He closed his eyes for a few minutes before he picked up his phone. It was late, but not too late. Closing in on midnight so he wouldn’t scroll for too much longer. The show tomorrow was only a couple hours away. The scheduled bus wasn’t supposed to leave until mid morning. That was great because it meant he didn’t have to be up super early in the morning.

The first thing he did on his phone was check his messages. He responded to Rhea thumbing up her request to meet up for breakfast in the morning. His brother asked if he was available to attend the Yankees season opener in a couple weeks since he nabbed some last minute tickets. He had to decline knowing he was supposed to be in London the following day. His brother responded quickly and they tried to nail down a game he could attend but with it being WrestleMania season and him being on Smackdown now, it was rough. There was nothing like a Friday night game under the lights. Those were out for the foreseeable future.

Then there was a message from Wren. His girlfriend. Opening it up he saw she sent a cluster of images. The first was of her in the pool, her arms folded on the concrete side. Big sunglasses on her face. Even bigger floppy hat on her head. The next photo she was sitting in a bright yellow floatie. Legs hanging over the side. Her arms thrown up wide. The hat was gone but the sunglasses were still there. Then there she was laying in one of the white chaise lounge chairs. The picture crisp enough to see the water droplets clinging to her body. The navy blue one piece molded to her body. A shadow, in the shape of the photographer, was cast over her. The angle made the person look eight foot tall, but he knew better.

The final photo was of legs. They floated out over the water from a seated position on the top step. Feet ducked into the water to mid calf. Each perfectly shaped from hours of gym time. One pair a soft ivory that refused to tan even after spending years in the Florida sun. Thighs soft and womanly he knew wrapped around his waist so well. Looked so pretty sitting in his shoulders.

The other pair were a nice brown. Bronzed from birth that somehow deepened in the summer months. Thick calves distorted in the rippling water. Equally thick thighs though rough with corse dark hair. Those thighs a deep contrast to the soft ones they were nestled on either side of. Like the small pair, he knew exactly how they felt wrapped around his waist. How the thigh muscles rippled when his fingers were dug into them when they were on either side of his head.

Heat covered his body. It started at his cock which started to fill and spread outward. Down his legs which moved lazily feeling the arousal starting to take hold. Up his belly and over his chest which flushed red. Down his arms to his fingers which tingled. Up his neck over his face and into his hair which prickled. Then all back down again to his cock plumping beneath his briefs.

‘You’re playing dirty Pajarito. Turning me on like this when I’m all by myself.’

‘What you are talking about? I just sent photos of soaking up the sun today.’

Damian gave a low chuckle at the return text. ‘Don’t play innocent with me. You knew exactly what you were doing.’

‘You’re saying just a photo of me turns you on? I didn’t even send the naughty ones.’

Damian moaned softly thinking about the risqué photos that could have been taken. The pool offered complete privacy. No nosy neighbors for miles. His hand slithered down his body. His fingers trailing a light touch on his chest. He cupped his cock over the cotton briefs. His breath caught and he shifted listlessly.

‘Send me the naughty ones Pajarito.’

An image popped up on the text thread and he greedily tapped on it. He rolled his eyes. Wren stood in the pool in between the muscular thighs from the earlier photo. One hand gripping the thigh; her fingers curling inward as she hooked the meaty flesh. The other hand holding the stick of a popsicle. Her head turned to the side showing off the angled jaw and sleek neckline. The hollowed cheeks as the sweet frozen tweet disappeared between lips stretched thin. She knew exactly what she was doing with that photo. Teasing or not, it still had the same desired effect as his cock hardened. He wished he was pushing through those lips much like that popsicle. Had done so on many occasions sitting on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water.

‘You’re a tease. Papi outta spank you.’

His hand dipped beneath his briefs. His cock hot to the touch as he wrapped a hand around his length. He hissed at the touch.

‘Daddy beat you to it.’

Damian groaned reading the message. His head tilted back and his eyes fell shut as the image appeared in his head. Wren draped over a hard lap. The corse hair on those muscular thighs tickling her nipples causing her body to tremble with need. Her ass positioned in the air. The skin pale. Her pink pussy peeking with each movement of her thighs as she sought to hold her body still. Her folds already slick with excitement. He could heard the smack echoing in the room as if he was there in person. The hitching of breathes. The soft moans. The ivory skin turning redder with each swat.

He pushed his briefs down far enough to free his cock and tossed the covers back. Goosebumps broke out on his skin as the cool air in the room met his heated body. His hand moved faster on his cock; tugging at his hard length. The ping of his phone caused his eyes to shoot open. He looked down at the black screen of his phone. Lost deep in his fantasy the phone timed out.

Damian slowed his movements on his cock, hoping the next message was even better than the last. He was slightly disappointed to see it just a text. No image.

‘Heading to dinner and the movies.’

‘You’re gonna leave me like this?’ He aimed his phone down his body and captured a photo of his hard cock.

‘Now who is being the tease? I outta have Daddy spank you. Showing me a picture of your hard cock and I’m not there to do anything about it.’

Now the image in his head morphed from Wren draped so exquisitely over hardened thighs to him. His cock hard and leaking; painting the thigh beneath him. One hand gripping the bed, the fingers of his other hand dug into the warm flesh of a knee on an effort to hold not only himself still but up. Ghostlike touches from fingers ran over his back and down over his ass. His hole puckering desperately, aching to be filled. The sharp sting of the swap and the flood of warmth crashing over his body.

His cock pulse in his hand at the memory. A tiny bead of come pearled on the slit. His thumb brushed through the come smearing it around the mushroom shaped head.

‘Check your email for a surprise. Heading out now. The waiter will probably be able to smell my cunt you got me dripping. Your cock is the only thing I want now.’

The text ended with the biting lip emoji, the blowing kiss one, and a red heart.

Damian wanted to beg her not to go. To send him a photo of her dripping cunt so he could imagine himself thrusting inside it or burying his tongue deep inside. His mouth watered at the thought. He wanted to beg her to call him. Just a quick call so he could hear her voice as she talked him through stroking his cock to completion. She mentioned an email… so maybe there was a photo in there… a short video of her fingers slipping through her folds and playing with her clit.

It was so much better.

The email came from Wren with the subject ‘For Your Eyes Only’ and had only a couple sentences in the body.

‘Just a little something to tide you over for the long nights alone. Know that we miss you every minute you’re gone.’

The attachment was password protected. When the screen came up he momentarily panicked until he remembered Wren used the same password for everything even after he got on her case not to. The prompt went away and the .mov file started to download. At completion he quickly tapped on it. The thumbnail was burry and gave no indication on what he was in for.

It probably wouldn’t have prepared him either way. When he pressed play, Wren showed up. Naked and spread out on their bed. He groaned and grabbed his cock as the video panned down her body. Her smiling face. The blush painted on her chest. Her nipples hard peaks begging for his lips and tongue. Down her belly where a tiny pale scar sat above her belly button indicating a long ago piercing. Lower still…

A sunflower sat on her lower hip, usually hidden by her panty line, from a spring break dare around the time the belly button held a piercing. He traced that tattooed flower many times with his tongue on his quest south. Nibbled at the sensitive skin. Sucked a bruising kiss into the colored skin.

He lazily worked his cock tugging slowly at the hardened length. Before he would done anything to come. To hear a simple breathily moan over the phone from Wren telling him to come. Would have tugged rapidly on his cock at a photo just like what he was seeing in the video until he exploded all over his chest. Now though…

Now he watching the video with rapid interest. The camera panned lower to the smooth mound. He remembered the one time she let him shave her. The soft delicate strokes he’d taken and the way he’d smoothed her folds carefully for each swipe of the razor. How he’d nearly been drunk from the scent of her arousal. The slick folds having less and less to do with the flowery shaving scream and more and more to do with the essence flowing from her. The way he wiped away the remnants of the shaving cream with the towel and buried his tongue deep inside when he was finished.

‘Spread those legs and let us see that pretty pussy of yours. Don’t be shy.’

A shiver ran down Damian’s body and he moaned softly. His cock pulsed in his hand as the low voice on the video sprinkled over him. The gentle command that carried a hint of authority. He watched as Wren parted her legs and the phone moved and zoomed in. The slick folds told Damian how aroused she was. He groaned when two perfectly manicured fingers slid into view. They rubbed down her clit and through her folds, teasing her opening.

‘That’s right. Touch yourself. Show Damian how wet you are.’

As Wren’s fingers worked her folds, Damian could see her hips shifting on the bed. Pressing up into her fingers and rocking back on the bed. The folds growing wetter. Her fingers now covered in a thin layer of her essence. They circled her clit and he heard her breath catch and watched her hips rock up.

‘You look so good spread out like this.’

‘I’d rather be spread out on your cock.’

Damian was in agreement. He wanted to crawl between her legs and run his cock through her folds covering him in her slick before he pressed inside to feel her muscles greedily clenching around him pulling him deeper.

‘Soon mi pajarito.’

Damian released a groan hearing the whispered Spanish. The term of endearment he called Wren. Pajarito. Baby bird.

‘Until then how about you coming down here and tasting my pussy. You know how much Damian likes dessert…’

The phone shifted and Damian watched as Wren lifted herself up on her elbows. A hand reached out and for a moment he thought it was coming through the phone to touch him. He shivered. That delicate hand though, dipped passed the phone and he could hear lewd sucking sounds as her fingers were drawn into a mouth. A whine passed his lips and he stroked his cock harder as he imagined those lips sucking something else. “Fuck,” he breathed.

‘You want to me eat that pretty pussy? Make you come all over my tongue?’

‘Yes,’ Wren hissed falling back on the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her. Her body moving languidly on the bed; already dancing to an erotic motion that had not yet begun.

‘You gotta hold the phone so Damian can see. You want Damian to see me eating this pussy right?’

‘Yes.’ The word fell from Wren’s lips once more in a hiss. The s sound dragging out. ‘I miss Damian.’

‘Me too Baby Girl.’

The phone moved and he had a close up of Wren’s face. Dark blue eyes filled with desire. The iris blown wide. Her cheeks flushed. Her lips swollen and puffy. Teeth sunk into the bottom lip and he groaned. He knew this position. If he was there he would be lifting a knee over her chest and shifting closer. He’d have his hand on his cock using it to guide him between those lips. Feeling her wet heat all around him. Feeling the vibrations of her moan as another tongue delved between her folds drawing pleasure.

Her pink tongue peeked from between those reddened lips and drew a line across the bottom, leaving a wet trail behind. He had to squeeze the base of his cock embarrassed at the thought of that one small movement nearly make him come.

The phone moved again. An echoed rustling came through the audio as fingers brushed over the microphone. He caught a quick view of the inside of the bedroom as the camera swiped along the outside wall catching the bright Florida sun coming through the sheer panels. Two low back chairs angled toward each other, a small table with a lamp on it between them. The chairs were used more for catching random clothes and a stray travel bag than sitting. Though there was one time…

His brain stuttered to a stop when the video stopped moving and the owner of the muscular thighs came into view.

Roman sat on his hunches at the end of their king sized bed gloriously naked. The position stretching his skin across those thighs. One small movement and Damian could see the ripple from his quad muscle. His large cock jutted up from between his thighs hard and heavy.

“Zoom in,” Damian begged forgetting he wasn’t watching live.

Wren didn’t listen but she did move the phone up Roman’s body.

Damian bit his lip and worked his cock harder as he stared at Roman’s cock backdropped by his belly: warm brown skin, soft lines and ridges hinting at abs that would appear with a little bit more discipline and a little bit less of Damian’s Oreo cheesecake. The phone trailed up; Roman’s cock leaving the screen in favor of his well defined pecks. The right pec covered entirely by his Samoan tribal tattoo. The bold black patterns spread over his pec, shoulder, and down his arm to his wrist. Those same geometrical shapes spanned the right side of his back following along his spine and along his rib cage until it tapered into a point right at his pant line.

Fuck he wanted to worship that body. Had done so on numerous occasions.

His tongue had traced those patterns many times. Starting at his neck and down feeling every vertebrae and rib as he traveled lower and lower still. Roman a moaning mess beneath him laying face down on the mattress. Soft kisses, little bites and nibbles until he reached that point. His hands griping either ass check as he pulled them apart revealing his delicious prize…

Damian’s eyes wanted to close against the state of euphoria building up in him. Come dripped from the head of his cock and down his shaft. His palm picked it up on the next stroke up and worked it into his skin with the motion of his hand. Fuck he was cooked. His body was acting like he hadn’t had sex in months instead of just three days ago. Spread out on that very same bed. His tongue buried deep inside Wren, her hand twisted in his hair while Roman’s cock was buried deep inside of him.

‘Fuck you have no right to be that hot…’

Wren’s voice brought him back. He focused on the phone again. Roman’s face on the screen. His hair pulled back into his signature bun and Damian’s fingers itched to pull the hair tie free allowing the dark locks to fall down to his shoulders. The smoldering look Roman was sending the phone softened at Wren’s words. His lips curved into a smile.

‘You better angle that phone down to your pussy Wren. Don’t want Damian to miss seeing me diving in.’

The phone shook and Damian imagined a shiver of anticipation coursing through Wren. The video moved and he followed the smooth skin of her belly to her mound.

‘I don’t think I can get the angle.’

‘I got it.’

Damian was moving once again as Roman took the phone and then he had an unfettered view of Wren’s pussy. Wide open and slick with heat. His mouth watered and he watched as Roman’s head dipped into view. Roman looked at the screen out of the corner of his eye. His lips curved into a sly grin and he winked.

Then Damian watched, raptured as Roman’s pink tongue slipped between his lips and licked a strip up the center of Wren’s cunt. His moan joined Wren’s and Roman’s.

‘Roman…’ Wren breathed her eyes falling shut. Her head tilted back, chin lifting toward the ceiling as her hips rocked lazily against Roman’s face.

‘Let me hear you. Let Damian hear you baby,’ Roman whispered. ‘You know he’s working his cock right now.’

Wren whined at the thought. Her mouth felt suspiciously empty. No weight on her tongue. No push and pull on her lips. Damian not there to feed her his cock while Roman ate her out. Her hands fisted in the bed sheets. Her breaths coming out in tiny gasps as Roman’s tongue worked her pussy. Stroking up and down the slit in a teasing manner. Circling her clit but never truly focusing on the sensitive nub. ‘God Roman…’ She angled her hips down to try and catch his tongue on her clit but he moved away. She cocked her hips up hoping he’d send his tongue deep inside her feeding himself straight from her core.

‘What do you need baby girl?’

‘You…’ Wren moaned. ‘Damian…’

‘Damian’s watching pretty girl. He’s staring at this pussy right now watching my tongue lick up everything you have to offer…’

“Fuck…” Damian moaned, his strokes steady on his cock as he watched transfixed at the video on his phone. Roman’s tongue with its teasing strokes. Wren’s stuttered movements trying desperately to get what she wanted. The soft breathy moans from Wren. Roman’s low, gravelly tone. Each sound resonating with his dick throbbing in his hand. The wetness shining on Wren’s pussy that he desperately needed to taste. If he ever was in a position to request a last meal, Wren’s pussy would be it. That and chasing Wren’s taste on Roman’s lips.

A whine fell from his lips and he closed his eyes imagining himself between Wren’s legs next to Roman. Each of them dueling for the taste of her. Him licking her clit. Roman’s stiffened tongue invading her hole. Their lips desperately meeting in a tangle of tongues as they exchanged her flavor. Each of their senses taken over by Wren. The taste of her. The smell of her.

A low moan from his phone brought him back to the video and he watched as Roman drew Wren’s clit into a mouth. He bit his lip and his skin tingled; charged with electricity.

‘He’s probably so jealous right now, wishing he was in between your legs…’

‘Roman please…’ Wren begged. ‘I need it so much.’ Her hands left the sheets and caressed across her belly. Her skin warmed with desire. Her hands drifted up to her breasts where her fingers kneaded the fleshy mounds. She moaned when her fingers pinched her nipples.

‘Look at our baby girl…’ Roman paused his work and lifted the phone to show Wren playing with her nipples. ‘She needs this so much.’

‘Yes,’ Wren gasped as a straight line of heat shot from her nipples to her core. Her pussy clenched practically begging to be filled. ‘I need you… I need Damian…’

‘What would you do if Damian was here right now?’ Roman asked.

His voice danced across her skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. ‘Kiss that stupid crooked smirk of his off his face.’

Roman chuckled against her causing another shiver to course through her body. He couldn’t deny that tilt in Damian’s smile made him weak. He shifted and pressed two fingers deep inside her. Her pussy fluttered around him and it worked to greedily swallow him. He angled the phone better to show his fingers pressing in and out of her. He zoomed in to catch his slick covered fingers for the camera. ‘Baby girl was born to be in front of the camera…’

Damian moaned loudly and hoped whoever was on the other side of the wall couldn’t hear him. He watched Roman’s fingers push into Wren all the way to hilt and slowly withdraw leaving behind an almost translucent cream on his tan fingers. He wanted to take Roman’s fingers and draw them into his mouth. Wanted to suck and lick every inch until he swallowed all of Wren completely.

‘God yes,’ Wren drew out. Her finger left her nipples and she wished Damian was here to draw them into his mouth. Her hands fisted in the sheets again as her hips moved with Roman’s hand.

‘Do you wanna come for Damian? You wanna show Papi what a good girl you are?’

‘Yes,’ Wren moaned. Her body twisted and jerked as pleasure shot from deep within her; coiling deep within her belly. She felt out of control as the spasms worked her body. Her back arched off the bed; her fingers grabbing the pillow on either side of her head. Her knuckles turning white; wishing she was clenching Damian’s warm hands. Grounding her to the here and now while her nerve endings caught fire and threatened to toss her into the unknown.

“Come for me Wren,” Damian answered as if he was in the room with them. Sitting behind her with her leaning back against his chest as Roman worked between her legs. His lips on her neck and shoulder. His hands caressing her sides and belly; toying with her nipples as he whispered dirty words in her ear. Sometimes in English but mostly in Spanish.

He watched as her fingers came into view on the screen desperately trying to get to her clit which Roman was ignoring as he worked his fingers in and out of her.

‘No,’ Roman’s voice was firm as he knocked her hand away.

Damian shivered at the tone. More come dribbled from his cock. His cock hard and aching; throbbing with the need of release. His hand moved up and down, slapping at the base. The sound echoing through the room with his harsh breathing.

‘You let Daddy take care of you.’

‘Roman please. I need you.’

‘I gotchu baby girl,’ Roman curled his fingers and was rewarded when Wren let out a moan. ‘That’s it Wren baby… let me hear you. Let Papi hear how good Daddy is making you feel…’

Wren’s breath stuttered when Roman’s tongue swiped at her clit. It throbbed in succession of each clench of her pussy around Roman’s two fingers. ‘Oh God,’ she nearly sobbed as Roman was done teasing. His tongue worked in deliberate strokes working to wind her up further. The edge came closer and closer. No matter how hard she drug her feet she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to. It loomed in front of her.

Damian knew they were doing this the minute he got home. He was throwing the clothes out of that damn chair and so he could sit there stroking his cock while Roman ate her out. He was going to listen to her moans, sighs, and whimpers in the room. Listen to her beg to come. Listen to her beg for him to touch her. “Dios Mio,” he whispered as desire coiled deep in his belly. His body vibrated with tension. His hips rocking into his hand as he worked himself harder.

Roman doubled his efforts knowing how close Wren was to coming. He wished he could tug on his own cock but his hands were full. He glanced at the phone screen out of the corner of her mouth and a moan escaped. The vibrations causing Wren to whine in a whine pitched manner. He watched himself licking and sucking at her clit while two fingers worked in and out of her. His fingers shiny with her fluids. It was so hot. His cock pulsed thinking of Damian watching and he rocked his hips feeling the wetness on the sheets beneath him.

‘Fuck Roman… yes yes yes,’ Wren chanted. Her body coiled tighter and tighter as she rode the wave higher and higher. The string between here and now and euphoric bliss stretching thinner and thinner.

His tongue dipped down to her hole licking around his fingers. She moaned when his fingers left her only to be replaced by his tongue. The movements wicked as he impaled her. The sounds lewd and crude as he licked and sucked her. Then his fingers were deep inside her again and his tongue was licking over her clit, swollen and sensitive; sending a shockwave through her body at each swipe.

Then his fingers curled and he hit that spot deep within. Like a bungee cord pulling tight at the end of a jump, her body was flung off the ledge and she was falling. A wail was ripped from deep within her belly as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure.

“No no no no,” Damian chanted but it was too late. His cock exploded shooting line after line of come all over his body. He moaned as each spurt of warmth hit his chest. He tapped the phone screen pausing the video and let his phone fall to the mattress.

Gasping deeply, his eyes clenched shut as his hand worked himself through the orgasm that hit him like a train once Wren’s cries filled the room and he saw her hips jerking as she tried to ride Roman’s face. God he knew exactly what that felt like. The jerking motions of her hips pressing into his mouth and nose. The tensing of her muscles in his hands as he held her in place so he could lick up every drop of her creamy essence. The dampness on his cheeks and chin. The tension slowly disappearing as she came back to earth; her body quivering and he slowed his licks from the hypersensitive swollen clit.

His own body quivered. His chest heaving as his lungs desperately sought oxygen. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Almost certain he was having a heart attack but he made no move to call for help. He would pass away right there with his dick in hand and come all over his chest. Once the EMT’s watched the video called up on his phone, they would understand.

When he was able to get his breathing under control and the tiny synapses firing in his body stopping being a pleasuring pain, Damian opened his eyes. His vision blurred before clearing. Looking down he saw the mess he made and pushed himself to a seated position. With his cock still in his hand, he walked into the bathroom where he wet a washcloth with hot water and cleaned himself up.

Back in bed with the blankets pulled to his waist, he grabbed his phone. It locked while he was in the bathroom, so he quickly entered his passcode and his breath caught see the paused image of Roman’s face in Wren’s cunt. His cock gave an interested bounce and he shifted as another wave of desire shot through him. Reaching beneath the blankets he lazily wrapped his fingers on his cock, still half hard. He kept the strokes light and easy. With his thumb he pressed the screen and the video began to play again.

‘You think Damian came?’

Roman chuckled as he cupped his chin and wiped his face with his hand. His fingers down one side, his thumb down the other. His beard was saturated. He groaned as he inhaled; her essence filling his nostrils. ‘Sweet girl I know he did. You came so beautifully. Your little moans and whimpers. Riding my face. Your body twisting and tensing. He probably came all over himself.’

‘I wish he’d come all over me,’ Wren stated. Her hands moved down her chest to her belly. Those light ghosting touches that caused her body to shiver and goosebumps to appear. She looked at Roman through hooded eyes. Her mouth dried seeing one hand wrapped around his cock. The phone still angled on her pussy, laid bare with her legs still spread open. Her pussy clenched involuntarily and her breath hitched. ‘Give me that…’

The picture distorted as the phone moved quickly not allowing any time for it to come into focus.

‘If he didn’t come yet then he’s going to once he sees you working your cock.’

The picture cleared and Roman’s cock was on the screen. The sight drew a moan from Damian’s throat. He watched as Roman’s hand worked his hard length up and down. The skin shifting with the motion. A bead of come appeared on the tip and Damian licked his lips wishing he was there to collect that salty drop with his tongue.

‘I’d rather you be working my cock. Give Damian a real show with my cock spreading those perfect little lips,’ Roman fell forward catching himself with one hand as he hovered over her. He let go of his cock and brought his hand up, this thumb brushing across her lips.

The phone once again distorted before focusing on a swatch of tan skin. Sounds of kissing came from the speaker. Lips smacking. Low moans. Tiny gasps. The lewd sound of spit as tongues met. He groaned. His cock completely hard again. He didn’t need to physically see the scene he could picture it in his head. A scene he’d seen plenty of times.

Roman laid out over Wren. Their bodies rocking together. His bronzed skin. Her ivory. His muscles rippling as he held himself up. Roman’s bun loose against his head. Random strands hanging down. Messed up from hands and fingers raking through. His. Wren’s. Their lips moving together. Mouths opening and tongues peeking out – meeting and then chasing into each other’s mouths. Each stroke drawing moans only to be swallowed by the other.

He’d watch until he couldn’t take it anymore and his hand would reach out; his fingers tangling in Roman’s hair messing it up even more. He’d tighten those fingers and force their kiss to break as he could turn Roman’s head toward him and crash their lips together.

The screen moved and Damian watched as bodies shifted. Then Roman was laying back on the bed. His legs parted to allow Wren in between them.

‘Fuck I can’t believe you’re mine,’ Wren said as she raked her eyes over him. His facial features were relaxed as he laid before her. Gone was the stoic, commanding man from inside the ring. His brown eyes were soft as he stared at her. His beard covered a chiseled jaw that would leave her skin red as he worked her body; a fleeting rash that went with the aching muscles.

‘You’re not just mine Wren,’ Roman reached out to entwine their fingers. ‘You’re ours. Mine and Damian’s.’

‘I’m gonna show Damian what I’d do to him if he was here,’ Wren’s eyes zeroed in on Roman’s cock. She moved the phone to one hand allowing the fingers of her right hand to dance lightly over Roman’s balls.

The touch caused his breath to catch and his legs to jerk. Tiny little zingers blasted out and down every single nerve ending in his body causing hairs on his leg to raise. The ghosting touch appeared again causing the same reaction and his lips parted in a small smile. ‘Now who is teasing…’

Wren hummed as she finally wrapped her hand around his cock. She felt it pulse in her hand. The movement drew a moan from Roman’s mouth. ‘I just like having you at my mercy like this… bring you to your knees.’

‘I’m further than my knees baby girl. Suck my cock Wren. Show Damian what he’s missing.’

Wren’s eyes flickered to the phone where it almost felt like an out of body experience as she watched her hand stroking Roman’s cock on the screen. ‘I kind of want you to fuck me.’

Roman groaned and rocked his hips up into her hand. ‘You get me close to the edge with your pretty little mouth and I will fuck you so hard and send us both over sweet girl.’

Holding his cock still, Wren leaned over and licked across the mushroom head. The saltiness of his come burst on her tongue. She flickered her eyes up to look at him through her lashes and saw his head tossed back and his eyes closed. His lips parted. She glanced at her reflection on the phone and winked as her tongue danced around the head before she drew it into her mouth sucking gently. Her tongue flicked over the little pucker of skin where his head met shaft.

Damian groaned as he watched Wren tease the head of Roman’s cock. He knew how that tongue felt on his own cock. His groan matched the one he heard being pulled from Roman’s lip at Wren’s ministrations. He wished he was laying next to Roman; Wren working his cock with her hand while she sucked on Roman’s before switching. Making sure to give equal treatment.

‘That’s it baby girl,’ Roman moaned. ‘Suck my cock.’ His breath hitched as she sunk down. He looked down seeing her cheeks hallowed out around his cock as it suctioned to the roof of her mouth. Her tongue worked the underside in teasing tickling short strokes to long blanketed strokes with her tongue curled up around it. ‘Your mouth feels so good.’

She continued to sink down, the head of his cock pushing toward the back of her mouth. Her lips met her hands and she squeezed. She looked toward the phone as she lifted up from Roman’s cock, leaving it wet with spit.

Damian moan came twofold. The sight of Roman’s cock shiny and wet coming from Wren’s mouth until only the head remained before she slowly lowered her head back down and the look Wren was sending him through the phone. Eyes darkened with an intense level of lust; conveying a strong need. There was a teasing glint – a spark - to them and an air of authority knowing she was in charge. Of not only him but Roman as well. Somehow, even though they were wrapped around Roman’s cock, her lips managed to hold a tiny smile.

God he wanted to kiss that smile off her face and draw a moan from her lips. He wanted to wrap his lips around the cock in her hand until his lips met her hand at the base. Feel it deep in his mouth as he struggled to breath around the girth.

‘That’s it, get it all wet Pajarito.’

Wren moaned around his cock. Warmth pooled at her center and she pressed her thighs together. An unfulfilled ache built in her body. She wanted to rip her mouth from Roman’s cock and sink her pussy down on it. Feel the stretch as she took him inside her. Her body quivered in anticipation.

Remembered the way Damian’s hands would roam her body when she was in this position. His calloused hands brushing over the soft skin on her back. Followed by wet open mouthed kisses as he hovered over her. He’d blow gently over the wetness he’d leave behind causing her to shiver. The way his hands would grip her hips, holding her steady as he’d push his cock inside her. The movements would be slow; making her feel every inch as he stretched her.

She moaned around Roman’s cock. ‘I wish Damian was here so he could fuck me while I’m sucking your cock.’

“God yes,” Damian’s hand ducked below his cock where he grazed his balls. The soft pouch already drawn up right against his body proving how close he was to coming again. A shiver worked through his body at his teasing touches. His cock bounced in the air. A bead of come appeared on the tip and he watched as it dribbled down the shaft in a slow roll.

Keeping his touches light, he ran his fingers up his body. Tiny little trembles like ripples in the water when fish would poke at the surface. A finger nail scratched over one of his nipples pulled taunt with arousal. He lifted his hand and licked his thumb and rubbed the now wet digit around his nipple as he watched Wren let drool fall from between her lips to catch on the head of Roman’s cock.

‘That’s it. Get it wet for Daddy.’

Roman’s voice was low full of sharp breathes as Wren brought pleasure to his body. Drawing out moans as her hand worked up and down Roman’s cock. The spot providing a better glide and smooth squelching sounds came through the phone.

‘I bet Damian wishes it was your hand on his cock right now.’

Wren dipped her head and licked at the tip. Flat swipes over the head; teasing his slit. ‘I bet he wishes it was your hand too…’ she murmured before sucking the tip back in her mouth as she applied more pressure with her hand. The stuttered breath caused her pussy to clench.

Wren’s. Roman’s. Both. He didn’t care. He just wanted to be right between them. All tangled limbs and gasping pleasure. Lips finding any bare skin they could to taste and mark. Hands touching everywhere leaving a fire in their wake. Bodies rocking together, breaths mingling.

‘God yes,’ Roman moaned at the thought. He reached down and cupped the side of Wren’s faces his fingers threading through her hair. The movement caused even more tendrils to fall from where she had it twisted up in a messy bun.

‘I bet you wish he was here right now ‘ Wren continued as she kept her movements steady. She leaned down and licked a stripe up his balls. ‘Sitting on your chest, feeding his cock to you right now. Taking his cock down your throat while I swallow yours.’

Roman gasped, his hands gripped the sheets as his hips rocked up into Wren’s mouth as she swallowed him all the way down. His breath caught in his throat and he stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. Her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat closed on his tip as she fought with her gag reflex. The tiny ministrations heaven. ‘Fuck,’ he gasped when she slowly pulled off.

‘Is that what you want Daddy?’ Wren swirled her tongue around his head, licking up the drop of come she pulled with the deep throat move. ‘Papi’s cock in your mouth. Heavy on your tongue. Tasting those little drops of come leaking from his slit…’

Roman whined at Wren’s words. The image bursting in his head behind his closed eyes. He could practically feel the weight of not only Damian’s cock on his tongue, but the weight of him on his chest as he sat with his knees on either side of him. His fingers tingled with the ghosting feeling of being dug into Damian’s ass helping him rock into his mouth.

‘Is that what you want Daddy? Papi’s cock?’ Wren lifted her hand and drew her index finger into her mouth. As she sucked on the digit, she stared at the phone. She winked as she withdrew her finger and trailed it down Roman’s balls and below to his puckered hole. She teased his hole feeling it fluttering against the pad of her finger. His legs widened offering better access.

Damian’s moan filled his hotel room as Roman’s hole centered on the screen. His hand tightened around his cock and he worked it furiously. Up and down in quick succession. He stopped only to spit in his hand before gripping it again. The glide easier. Come dribbled down from his head hearing Roman whine. He couldn’t see his head but he imagined Roman’s head was thrown back. His biceps bulging as his hands gripped the bedsheets. He watched the rocking of Roman’s hips as Wren teased his opening.

Their moans combined as Wren’s finger slipped inside that puckered hole. Damian bit his lip. His breath coming in tiny gasping whines as he watched her finger disappear one knuckle at a time. He knew how tight that channel was. How the burning heat felt clenching around him. “Fuck Wren…” he breathed watching her work her finger in and out in slow movements. He slowed his hand down to match her. The pace brutal like she knew exactly what she was doing.

The minx.

Roman’s body hummed with pleasure. He pressed his heels into the mattress to help push himself down on her finger. It was a little painful with the lack of lube that it added to the intense feeling. Warmth spread across him and he breathed heavily. He reached to grab his neglected cock and blinked in shock when his hand was knocked away. His body trembled when Wren’s finger slipped free.

‘Fuck me Roman…’ Wren sat up on her knees. ‘Please. I need you… I can’t…’

Roman was moving in a flash at the heady whine in Wren’s voice. He sat up and grabbed her face pulling her into a desperate kiss. Their noses collided and lips meshed. Teeth hit. It was messy. It was perfect. Tongues clashed; dueling with each other in quick desperate strokes. Moans filled the room as hands danced upon warm bodies. ‘Roll over,’ he panted as he broke the kiss and moved out of the way. He picked up the forgotten phone laying on the bed recording the ceiling. He grinned into the phone. ‘Sorry…’

He tapped the screen to turn the view of the phone around and panned over the bed in front of where he knelt to show Wren on her hands and knees. Her ass in the air offering up a view of her ass and pussy. He zoomed in on the sight and grabbed his cock with his free hand. ‘Look at our pretty girl, D… look at how wet she is…’

He let go of his cock and reached out pressed his thumb against her puckered hole. He groaned as it fluttered around his digit and he pressed watched as her body accept him. His cock bouncing hearing the hitch in her breath. Her head tossing back and her hands gripping the pillow. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed. ‘Baby girl wants both Daddy and Papi to take her…’

‘Yessss.’ Wren hissed. Her body clenched around the invasion. The sharp pain of the dry digit pulled against her. Her breaths came out in gasps. She pressed her forehead into the pillow and parted her thighs opening herself up to both Roman and Damian. She could feel the wetness on her thighs. She was drenched. Her pussy clenching rhythmically desperately pleading to be filled. ‘God I want you both,’ she moaned. ‘Need you both.’

Damian watched as Roman withdrew his thumb from Wren’s ass. He moaned with her knowing exactly what the sensation felt like. He shivered; one of those full body ones that seemed to electrify him. His breath then stuttered to a stop as Roman’s cock came into view. A hand wrapped around the hard length holding it steady as it slide through Wren’s folds. His cock was immediately covered, glistening with her creamy essence.

‘She’s practically dripping.’

His mouth watered and he wanted to suck Wren’s taste from Roman’s cock. He was transfixed as Roman’s cock finally lined up and slid inside. “Fuck,” he gasped as Roman’s cock completely disappeared. His hips coming to rest against Wren’s ass.

‘You ready to give Papi a show?’ Roman’s free hand dug into Wren’s hip. He shivered at the feeling of her pussy clenching tightly around him. The tiny tremors started at his cock and traveled throughout his entire body before coming right back to his cock. He felt it pulse inside her.

‘Yes,’ Wren nearly cried, desperation filling her. ‘Please Roman. I need you.’

‘I got you pretty girl,’ Roman grazed his hand over her hip watching as goosebumps broke out over her skin. She started to rock against him and he swatted her ass.

Wren moaned at the sharp sting; her body trembling with need.

Damian moaned at the slap. The sound wrapping itself around his cock. He held his hand steady on his cock wanting to move with Roman; wanted to be there with her. Wanted to be laying beneath her trembling body with his cock deep inside her as Roman pressed into her ass. His cock pressing against his own cock inside her body.

Roman pulled all the way out leaving just the tip inside. The closeness of the camera picking up the slickness clinging to his smooth cock. Damian drew his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. He groaned watching Roman’s hips snap sending him deep inside Wren.

Then it was game on.

Roman set a torrid pace. His hips snapping against Wren’s ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. From his phone. From his own hand working his cock. Tiny grunts fell from Damian’s mouth as he stared at his phone. A mixture of need, lust, and want tangled up inside of him with a side of longing. Wishing he could be home with his partners right now. Wishing he was feeling hands running over his body. Fingers digging into his skin.

‘Fuck Wren,’ Roman groaned. His hand gripped her ass in a hard grip as he helped her thrust back on his cock even as he slammed forward. ‘The way you’re strangling my cock right now. Like you don’t want to let me go.’

‘I don’t,’ Wren moaned. ‘I need you. God I need you. Fuck my pussy Roman.’

Damian’s tightened his grip as he stroked his cock matching his pace. His hand was a poor imitation of the feeling of being inside Wren, but it was all he got. That and the memories of know what it felt like to slide inside of her. To feel her vice-like grip. The warm heat of her center. Her pussy clenching around him milking his cock. “Ah,” he moaned clenching his eyes shut as tension coiled deep in his belly. His breaths came out in gasps and his heart pounded in his chest. A tingling covered his entire body; little spurts of current zapping his nerve endings. It would hurt if it didn’t feel so good.

‘I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my come,’ Roman grunted. His entire body vibrated with a feeling that threatened to over power him. His body broke out in goosebumps. A layer of sweat covered his overheated body. ‘I’m gonna send my come deep inside this pussy. I’m gonna coat your womb with my seed. Oh fuck baby girl likes that…you’re clenching me so tight. Is that what you want baby girl? You want me to send my seed deep inside your womb…. You want me to get you pregnant?’

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ Wren cried. Roman’s words unlocked a deep hidden recess in her mind. The thought of Roman’s come attacking her womb and a baby growing inside of her. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she rocked back onto him faster. The thought made her feral. The game had changed. She didn’t just want to come. She needed to come. She needed Roman’s come inside of her more than she needed her next breath.

‘Is that want you want? You want me and Damian to pump you full of come? One right after the other, dumping load after load until you’re body does what it’s supposed to do? You wanna carry our baby?’

‘Oh God,’ Wren was nearly sobbing. ‘Oh God, fuck a baby into me. Please Roman. Oh God I can’t…I need you to give me a baby…’

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman breathed. His cock grew harder. Hips slamming into her ass. She yelped but he didn’t care. He let go of her hip and pressed a hand up her back her pushing her down on her elbows. His cock slid deeper. Wren released a high pitched whine and he felt the first spurt of come from his body.

“Wren,” Damian moaned, pumping his cock. He stared at the screen watching Roman slam into Wren’s pussy. The visual was there but his mind was caught on their voices. Roman promising to coat her womb. Wren begging for him to put a baby in her. The thought of Wren round with their child caused come to dribble down his shaft from his head. He worked it on his cock wishing he was there to shoot it deep inside Wren; to pushing into her swollen pussy right after Roman. Feel his hot come mixed with her creamy slick and send his own come to her womb.

‘Don’t stop… please… Roman,’ Wren gasped as the new angle made Roman hit her g-stop. Each press of his tip against the sensitive patch deep inside her sent shockwaves through her body. Her muscles clenched and tension built. ‘Almost there. Please… Roman… Damian… God... I need…’

‘Let Damian hear you baby. Let Papi know how good Daddy is making you feel… Papi can see how you’re such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock…’ Roman watched his movements through the phone screen – through the eyes of Damian – watching how his cock speared Wren’s swollen lips. Her white creamy essence clinging to his cock. The insides of her thighs wet as she flooded him with her heat. ‘You look so good on my cock. You were made for me. Made for us.’

He sucked his index and middle finger into his mouth soaking the digits with his saliva. Then he pressed them against her puckered opening. He groaned feeling it fluttering around him like it was trying to suck them in. ‘Take my fingers sweet girl. I know you can. You take our cocks all the time. Show Papi what a good girl you are. Imagine how good we’d make you feel if he was here right now. Me in your pussy. Damian in your ass…’ he broke off with a groan as his fingers breached Wren’s entrance. The tight ring clenching him so hard he could barely press forward. ‘Relax pretty girl,’ he breathed through gritted teeth. Wren was clenching him so hard. He wanted to pull out of her pussy and slip into her ass but the warm haven felt too good.

‘Roman… Damian..’ Wren let loose a loud moan as Roman’s fingers slid into her ass. ‘I need to come,’ she rocked back on Roman’s cock and fingers. A feeling of fullness rushed over her. The bite of pain morphed into pleasure and her body warmed.

‘Yes,’ Roman grunted as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass. ‘Come all over my cock pretty girl. Show Papi. You know he’s stroking his cock right now watching you being such a good girl. Come Wren.’

The second Wren’s scream flooded the speakers Damian’s cock erupted. Tiny moaning gasps flew from his mouth as his come shot all over his belly. His vision whited out and he clenched his eyes shut as his body fell apart. His body quivered and trembled like he’d been electrocuted and the electricity was still firing through his body. His hand kept working his cock until the final spurt of come dribbled over his knuckles. His hand fell lax around his softening cock and his body trembled again as an aftershock tore through him.

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman grunted feeling Wren’s body clench down on his as an orgasm ripped through her body. He pulled his fingers from her ass and grabbed her hip. He slammed into her again and again. Over and over he sent him cock deep inside her. Her body trembling beneath him. Pressure rose inside of him and he tightened his fingers. ‘I’m gonna fill this pussy Wren.’

‘Please,’ Wren’s voice cracked, weak from the screams her orgasm took from her. ‘Come inside me Roman. Show Damian your come leaking from my body.’

Roman slammed into her again; hips slapping her ass like the crack of a whip. A roar tore from his lips from way down deep in his gut. His cock pulsed wildly inside her as rope after rope of his hot seed painted her womb like he promised to do. He whined feeling her clench as another tiny tremble coursed through her. ‘Wren…’ her name fell from his breath like a prayer and his head tilted back. He gasped desperately trying to draw oxygen into his deprived lungs.

He looked down and saw the phone had slipped; the angle showing the smooth skin of Wren’s ass. He adjusted the phone in his hand and his cock buried in her pussy was front and center again. He slowly pulled from her body. His cock coated. When he slipped free he moved the phone to show his come dribbling out and down over her pussy lips. He moaned and ran his fingers through it. He circled her clit, causing her body to jerk. She moaned as he gathered up his come and pushed it back inside her with two fingers.

Wren collapsed on the bed, her body giving out. Her legs kicked out behind her and she shivered feeling Roman’s lips against her skin. First on her ass cheek and then on the small of her back and up. Soft little kisses meant to calm and soothe.

Roman collapsed on the bed beside her after kissing her shoulder. She rolled to her side and snuggled against him. He adjusted so she was laying on his shoulder. His fingers danced lazily on his hip. He pressed a kiss to her head. His eyes flickered to the phone, still recording. He winked. ‘I hope you enjoyed that.’

‘I know I did,’ Wren murmured and tilted her head so she could see the phone. ‘I can’t wait for you to come home Damian. I hate that Roman gets to see you first in a few days,’ she pouted.

‘Maybe we’ll make you our own video.’ Roman grinned. ‘She likes that.’ He told the video feeling Wren tremble beside him.

The video ended with their goodbyes and Damian laid the phone done on the bed. He blew out a heavy breath as he sought to calm down. His chest still heaved but at least his heart wasn’t threatening to beat right out of it anymore. “Fuck,” he moaned. He hasn’t expected that to be waiting for him when he climbed into bed. The ending alone with Roman’s cock sliding in and out of Wren’s pussy would provide enough fodder for the next four nights while he was alone with only his hand for comfort. Come Thursday though, when Roman arrived…

Damian’s grin was practically predatory.

He couldn’t wait.

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“Stravag!” Jehan swore, slamming his fist against the console as an error message flashed up on the screen. Taking a deep breath, then exhaling slowly, he pulled the diagnostic unit towards him, and started to type on the keyboard again. His Trinary had got lucky, after the fight. Two of the Blakist pilots had not made it as far as their ‘mechs. While a wholy inadequate substitute for his own Kodiak under the best circumstances, the Toyama he was presently attempting to jailbreak at least had a functional cockpit. His Kodiak not so much.

“Uh... Star Colonel?” The portable comm at his belt crackled with static as the transmission came through. He reached down and hit transmit,

“Aff?” he responded, focused on trying to bypass the Blakist security. He had no desire to have his brains fried when he started up the ‘mech. He keyed in another string of code. Tapped enter. Error.

“You... you might want to hurry it up there. We have contacts, north. A lot of contacts.”

He growled softly, tapping out a different string, then toggled his comm.

“How many contacts, Warrior. And how far out.” Really, that should have been the first thing the warrior had passed along. He finished the string of code, tapped enter.

“Looks like a full Level III. Maybe more. They are still a couple of kilometers out, coming in slow.”

“Aff. Keep me posted.” He turned his attention back to the diagnostic unit, where a green “Access Granted” was flashing. Breathing a sigh of relief he unplugged the unit, slotted it behind the command chair, and reached for the coolant vest and neurohelmet connections. Thank Kerensky those connectors were pretty much universal. A quick scan of the console and he found the ignition.

“Reactor. Online. Sensors. Online. Weapons. Online. All Systems. Nominal.” the familiar start-up litany was reassuring, even in the unfamiliar cockpit. Now to find the comms, and the sensor map, and key into the Star network, and... He did not have time. Even the slowest battlemechs would cover that distance before he could get everything figured out. An entire Level III?

He hit his portable comm again.

“Star Commander Rauda. You have command. Defensive positions.”

“Aff.” was the immediate response, and he went back to trying to figure out the cockpit. He did not have time for this. There. There was the sensor screen. The first contacts were showing up on it, and showing up as friendlies. Which given that he had not touched the IFF settings was a bad sign. He was already, effectively, down two Stars. This was not looking good.

Ah! There was the comms settings. He adjusted the frequency to 117.69 – Hopefully, Star Captain Tseng was on their way. All he had to do was hold out until then. He listened as Rauda passed out positioning orders – They had decades fighting alongside each other, knew each other better than anyone and her troop dispositions were exactly what he’d have ordered – while he continued to work out the control scheme,

All he had to do was hold.

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[🌌] You are perfect

Couple: Roboute Guilliman x Rena Caeruleun (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, I'm sorry if there are things that are not understood, I tried to look for several translation sites to avoid mistakes, but surely there will be some, I apologize again

Summary: Rena's most painful memory haunts her.

Notes: As I said yesterday or the day before yesterday, I don't remember, it's a bit cheesy but at the same time it has angts, most of the times I write it's really to please myself xd

The sound of flowing water and the soft vapors that embrace her, along with the sweet scent that usually comes from the blue flowers she finds floating in her bathroom, soothe her senses. Her long hair is swept to one side, exposing her back and left shoulder, revealing the connectors that hold her prosthesis to her body. She can remember the event as if several years hadn't passed; it feels like just yesterday. Many would call it a trauma so great that her body simply can't forget it.

Rena lets out a soft sigh as she opens her eyes and raises her gaze to the ceiling of her private bathroom. There are still times when she experiences painful spasms when removing her prosthesis. She wouldn't call it phantom pain; so much time has passed that her mind has surely become accustomed to it, and she can't define exactly what it is.

── If I had known from the beginning that something like this could happen, I would have been more prepared ──

She comments with a certain harshness in her voice, always been somewhat careless about her own safety, always accompanied by guards, Astartes, or Roboute himself. She had never worried much about learning to defend herself compared to now, when she had to learn how to wield a spear and have armor custom-made for her.

She lets out another heavy sigh. Several times when she has these moments of intimacy, she can't help but reflect and remember her life, the mistakes she's made, and the things she would change. Rena raises her hand to her left shoulder, her fingers caressing the connectors of her prosthesis. There were truly times when she begged to forget that whole moment, all the pain.

[ . . . ]

── Everything will be fine, dear. It's just a quick trip to the system where my father's ship is currently located. It's been a while since I've had the chance to see him in person, and now that he's in a system close to Ultramar before making his next jump, I must take advantage of the opportunity to visit him ──

Rena's soft voice echoes in Roboute's office. He's busy organizing and preparing the administration for the expansion of the new Ultramar sector. He lowers the documents in his hands and looks at his fiancée with a mixture of doubt and concern.

He's analyzing all the things that could happen if she goes alone—almost as if he were a supercomputer calculating possibilities.

── Come on, please don't look at me like that, Roboute. I'll be fine, everything is safe right now, and remember, I'm the best Astropath of my generation, even before we reconnected, I guided and traveled without so much protection around me, there's no need for you to always stay by my side, i know you have your obligations, and I'm not going to impose on you ──

── I know, you never impose anything on me, especially when it's a serious matter, and I also know that you're quite capable of doing what you set out to do, but that doesn't stop me from worrying about you and wanting to stay by your side ──

Roboute stands up from where he's sitting to approach Rena, lifting his hand to her left cheek. He knows all too well what his Astropath is capable of, many have called her the best, with the highest success rate on record, but that doesn't stop him from being concerned for her.

Without words, people can see that she is undoubtedly a soft spot for him; if something were to happen to her, he wouldn't know how to handle it. He sighs softly; attempts to distance himself have been many, he has become more and more important and influential; the fastest way to have him by her side is to marry him, yet here lies the main problem for all those people: Rena Caeruleun, the engagement made when they were children, remains unfulfilled to this day, but obviously, they look and are a united couple.

He can't help but sigh, the last of these attacks against Rena is etched in Roboute's memory. His gaze drops to his fiancée's neck and collarbone, which are completely covered by a golden necklace with a double-headed eagle adorning its center.

── Are you thinking about what happened last time again? ──

Rena asks, although she already knows the answer she will get. She knows her partner too well. She knows he'll blame himself for any tiny wound she sustains, especially if it leaves a scar. Rena's hand rises to her neck, and her gaze lowers slightly so as not to look at Roboute, caressing the necklace with her fingertips.

At first, wearing something like that around her neck was certainly annoying and uncomfortable, especially for her, a lady who rarely wears ostentatious jewelry—at most, a thin necklace with almost no rhinestones. She raises her gaze back to her partner.

── I'm still here, it's not something bigger, it was just a small attack ──

Roboute's brow furrows. For him, the event was no small thing. Knowing that even one of the lowest-ranking noble families dared to think about getting rid of his fiancée makes his blood boil. He remembers perfectly how fast everything happened; even with his reflexes, it took him several seconds to react. A brilliant shot from a distance aimed at Rena's neck, the deathly silence that had fallen, Rena's gasp of pain, and then seeing her body fall against the platform where they were standing, with bright crimson blood spilling out—the blood of the person he loves.

Just thinking that Rena's life is in danger because of him makes his blood boil. Even to this day, he continues to search for those sneaky nobles who prefer to send someone and hide in the shadows to avoid being discovered.

The reason he ordered the creation of that accessory-necklace, which covers her neck and is made from a material similar to his own armor, is that he is genuinely terrified that something similar will happen again. At the same time, it is his way of emphasizing who she is, how important she is to him, and how much trouble anyone will be in if they dare to harm her.

Rena sighs softly, watching as her partner gets lost in his own thoughts, rambling again.

── My love, the past is in the past; the present is what matters. If we live a life stuck in the past, we won't have a good present ──

── I know, but that doesn't mean I'm not worried about you. I must stay by your side to protect your shine, my little star ──

Rena blinks several times at that nickname as if processing what she just heard, then can't help but laugh somewhat sweetly. Roboute looks at Rena while his cheeks redden slightly, a little embarrassed by her reaction.

── Don't laugh at me ──

He murmurs with a certain seriousness and embarrassment in his voice.

── I'm not laughing at you, darling; I'm laughing at the nickname. Why are you calling me that now too? I think you've been talking to my brother Alair too much, or he's been talking too much, possibly the latter ──

Roboute doesn't respond. He's heard Alair Caeruleun call Rena that several times. He doesn't know why he calls her that, but he's found a meaning of his own. Rena half-opens her eyes, looking at Roboute. He brings his face closer to hers, lifts his hand, brushes aside her bangs, and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

── For me, you are the brightest star. For me, you are the star that guides me through this darkness ──

Rena's eyes widen after hearing what Roboute says. She doesn't know if he realizes how many feelings he just poured into her in such a few sentences, but she can only feel somewhat nervous and, at the same time, so loved by him.

── Telling me nice things won't change my mind about visiting my father, Roboute ──

Rena looks away from Roboute, causing him to laugh a little at his partner's cute reaction. She knows how stubborn she is, and she is all too aware that she won't give up until she gets what she wants. At the end of all these pseudo-arguments, she knows she'll end up winning, either because she's firm or because he's weak for her.

── Okay, but you must let me know when you arrive, or simply keep me updated on your entire trip ──

── I promise to always keep you informed of anything that happens. I'll still be back tonight; don't worry too much, my love ──

After saying that, she moves a little closer to him, still slightly hunched over to look at him. She takes the opportunity to stand on her tiptoes. Even though she's wearing heels, she's still short for him. Rena's soft, sweet lips connect with Roboute's somewhat rough ones.

── I love you. Remember, I'll always return to your side to guide you, my lord ──

That mocking tone of Rena's that Roboute enjoys so much, though he doesn't even know why.

── I'll wait for your return, my lady ──

[ . . . ]

The trip to the system where her family's ship is stationed has been quite relaxing, and of course, the father-daughter reunion was undoubtedly what everyone would expect: a strong hug as he lifted his daughter, who in his eyes is still the sweet little girl who asked for candy before meals.

── Dad, please put me down. I'm a grown woman now. You can't keep lifting me like a little girl. What will others say if they see us? ──

Even though Rena is complaining, she can't help but laugh as she says this. She knows how close her family is, and she's truly grateful for all the love they've always given her.

── Nonsense. You're still my little princess in my eyes, and they can think whatever they want. That won't stop me from showing my love for my precious daughter ──

Duke Caeruleun responds, filled with happiness. Viator was always someone who easily expressed his feelings with his family, but outwardly he appeared to be firm and serious. However, those who saw this may have doubted the reputation that preceded him a little.

After several insistences from Rena, her father decides to put her down. She adjusts her dress slightly, as well as slowly combing her long hair. Viator can only stare at his daughter, whom he had believed in, not only physically but also as a person. He had heard about every single thing she had achieved, a carbon copy of Ceres, but without that calculating and somewhat perfectionist personality.

Each of those achievements Rena has accomplished is stored in his memory.

── Let's go inside the ship. Since you're here, you'll help your old father jump to the next system I need to go to ──

── Isn't Mom with you? That's weird. Mom wouldn't let you go anywhere alone ──

── That's kind of offensive for you to say that to your dad, Rena. By saying that, you make it sound like your mother has to always hold my hand everywhere ──

The mental image is really funny. As always, Ceres is the one who holds the reins in this family, being the matriarch and the one who ensures everything is perfectly in its place—someone strict but, at the same time, willing to listen.

Rena laughs softly, following her father into the ship.

── Now don’t stay quiet. I know what you’re thinking. Mom is always the one who calls the shots in this family. ──

Viator tries to imitate his daughter's voice as best as he can, but he can’t quite manage it. He doesn’t even come close to matching hers, as he has a really deep voice.

── Not at all. I know you're a very capable person, Dad. It's just weird to hear that Mom isn't here with you ──

Rena comments. It's really strange to see Viator without Ceres, and vice versa. They both complement each other perfectly. There are times when it seems like words aren’t even necessary between them. Her father can’t help but sigh somewhat heavily.

── I always knew you preferred your mother to me, and I was the one who spoiled you the most, while your mother was always the strictest. What did your mother do that I didn’t? ──

── Dad, I don’t have a preference between either of you. I love you both equally... Although if I had to choose, I’d say I prefer Alair ──

Rena whispers this last bit jokingly, though there may be some truth to that statement. Alair is always the one she has gotten along with the best. Her second-oldest brother has consistently been the closest to her.

── I knew you preferred Alair. He always indulged your every whim when you were kids ──

── Don't say that, Dad. It makes me sound like I don't love Nero or like I took advantage of Alair when I was young ──

The mention of Rena's older brother makes the conversation become a little more serious. Viator looks at his daughter, who maintains a firm, gentle expression, a smile always on her lips. She has essentially become the Consul of Macragge's right-hand woman, as well as his Astropath and his wife.

── How is Nero? I haven't received any letters about him in a while ──

Rena's question hangs in the air after breaking the seconds of silence that had formed. It's difficult to answer without any doubt.

── I know that as a Custode, he's basically cloistered and has little to no communication, but in the beginning, he at least sent us letters talking about how he was feeling and what he was doing. Now, not even that... ──

She was never very close to Nero, mainly because when they were children, she always preferred Alair, since Nero was very serious and certainly distant. He was quite poor at interacting with other people. No one knew what was going on in his head. But when he decided to join the Custodes, it was a decision he would never go back on. He was moving away from his family. Viator knew what it would take to undergo the Custode ascension process that Nero would pursue. The success rate at that age was almost zero, but surprisingly, it had gone well for the eldest of the Caeruleuns.

At the same time, she still sent letters from time to time, discussing all the progress he had made.

── You know what Nero's like. He's probably just so focused on his purpose that he completely forgot to send us letters ──

Viator tries to excuse his son. Rena just sighs. She knows the Custodes only briefly, but she has enough knowledge of what they do. They are the main guardians of the Emperor of Humanity. But beyond that, she doesn't know what they do exactly.

── Let's talk about something else; tell me, Rena. How have you been? I know you talk a lot about it in your letters, but it's better to hear it from you than to read it from a letter ──

Rena looks at her father for a few seconds, then greets a group of tech-priests who are in charge of the ship's maintenance, as well as several guards wearing sky-blue armor from the Caeruleun family, who bow deeply upon seeing the duke and his daughter. The Caeruleun family may not be the most influential or wealthy, but one thing that is always noticeable is the respect, an honest attitude, treating everyone as equals without worrying too much about social standing, especially now that they have earned the title of Rogue Trader, which is bringing them lucrative contracts thanks to the good reputation they have always had.

── There's not much to talk about. I've been fine, nothing worrisome, Dad, just boring stuff that probably doesn’t interest you ──

Rena tries to avoid telling him about any of the attacks she's suffered. She has preferred not to keep her family informed about it; it would only upset them to think about it. Viator looks at Rena; he knows she's hiding something. She always tried to hide something as a child, or she was lying. She looks to the side, unable to keep her gaze fixed on the person from whom she is hiding something, or she would lie.

── Of course I’m interested, because it’s something my daughter did ──

── Okay, I’m just making some suggestions for Roboute’s plans. He doesn’t want to burden me with more things. He says that being his personal Astropath already means I’m doing more than enough to support ──

Rena laughs at the memory of Roboute’s serious face when discussing this topic. She had asked him in the past if she could do anything more to help him, and he replied seriously that she was already doing too much for him.

── I’m glad he’s not overexploiting you, but you know, after being engaged for so long… How’s he treating you? We thought that after he was promoted to Consul and the system unified with the sector, an engagement would no longer be necessary, as he could handle everything well, especially now that they will be part of the Empire ──

── I thought the same thing; you still remember how surprised I was when I found out I was still engaged, right? I went to check some documents from my last jumps as an Astropath, and one of those personal documents said I was engaged ──

He can't help but laugh at this. Viator gestures for his daughter to sit down so they can continue talking comfortably.

── But to answer your question, he's still as good to me as he was when we were children. It took years until we saw each other again after Consul Konor's death. We each went our separate ways, but you know I still thought about him from time to time, and it seems he thought about me from time to time, too ──

Count Caeruleun watches as his daughter's expression noticeably softens every time she talks about her partner, that gentle blush spreading across her cheeks. Viator would admit time and again that he wasn't truly convinced by Roboute Guilliman. Such a serious boy couldn't possibly treat his princess as she deserves, but now he's showing her that he's essentially treating her like a queen.

Viator looks at his daughter, who is staring at the ship's bridge. Cerea was the one who instilled in her a strange passion for ships and sailing. Even though Rena was born with the intention of inheriting Ceres's sailing gene, the excitement and enthusiasm she displayed from the start were surprising, quickly understanding and learning everything related to sailing.

── Time flies so fast. I remember as if it were yesterday when you would run after Alair to get into some mischief, surely ──

Rena blinks several times and lets out a small laugh. It seems as if her little childhood adventures will never leave her.

── You're not going to let me forget the pranks I got into with Alair, are you? ──

── Never. Alair has always been so soft on you. It doesn't matter what you wanted; if he could get it, even if he couldn't, he'd at least try. I don't even know how Alair managed to convince Rommel to give you a second dessert on some occasions ──

── I know, I know. I still keep in touch with him, whether it's through video calls or letters, usually talking about anything without much relevance. He's still just as energetic even after getting married ──

Viator knows very well what Rena means. The middle son of the Caeruleun family was always known as a heartthrob. Even today, the duke can't believe his son has settled down and is married to such a sophisticated young lady, expecting his second child.

While Nero showed great interest in the Emperor of Mankind, wanting to become a Custode, as he had mentioned before, the ascension process is carried out at a young age, an age Nero had long surpassed. Yet, he agreed to the ascension knowing there was a high probability he would die in the process. There was a strange admiration in Nero's eyes for the Emperor from the moment he first saw him.

The conversation between father and daughter continues in a more trivial direction, with nothing of great importance to mention, some teasing exchanged between Viator and Rena. A navigator walks with measured pace to the bridge where the Duke and his daughter are.

── Duke, I do not wish to interrupt the conversation with Lady Rena, but all the preparations have already been made for the jump to the system we had planned ──

Announces one of the family navigators, somewhat embarrassed to interrupt a family conversation.

── Okay, you don't have to worry. Fine, my princess. Are you ready for this? ──

He asks, as if she had planned from the start for her daughter to be the one to take the leap, since the navigator seems unfazed.

I believe everyone close to the Caeruleun family knew how proud Viator is of his daughter, and perhaps on this occasion, he asked Ceres to stay and rest so he could persuade Rena to accompany her. More than asking, he begged his wife so he would have a reason to make his daughter linger a little longer before returning to her duties.

Rena sighs softly.

── Stop calling me that, Dad. It's embarrassing, but yes, I'm ready. I'm always ready for this ──

She rises from where she's sitting.

She opens her eyes slowly, revealing the purple glow they produce. The more time passed, the better her affinity with the warp became, though long journeys or large jumps were still exhausting. But that's what the accessories on her head were for, created by some tech-priests who owed the lady a favor—a support device designed for the Astropaths. This specific design was modified exclusively for her.

One of the golden wings adorning her head unfolds and descends until it completely covers her right eye. Rena's gaze adjusts to the visor, looking through the reddish gem of the golden wing.

── Okay, let’s go to our destination ──

[ . . . ]

A small sigh of relief escapes Rena's lips. Everything went perfectly. It's not that she didn't trust herself, but she must always be alert, even for the simplest jump in the world. The golden wing moves away from her face, returning to its most comfortable position. Her eyes slowly close. After completing the jump, Viator's hand rests on his daughter's shoulder. Rena truly is a carbon copy of Ceres—same expressions, same seriousness regarding anything related to navigation.

In truth, because she enjoys this so much, her body doesn't tire physically, although it surely has something to do with the fact that she was created for this. However, she does tire mentally. Always after a jump, she would force herself to rest for at least an hour to be at her best for any possible inconveniences or future jumps if it was a long trip with breaks.

── You can go take a little break. You could explore the ship or just walk around and unwind. Your mother usually does that after a jump. She'd get mad at me if I forced her to sit and do nothing just to rest ──

── I usually do that too. It seems Mom and I have more in common than I expected ──

Viator looks at his daughter with a somewhat firm expression and a hint of disbelief.

── Princess, you're identical to your mother in almost every way ──

Rena crosses her arms as she looks in her father's direction. Now, she's the one looking at him in disbelief.

── I don't look that much like Mom, but I'll still accept that little break you offered me and walk around the ship ──

Viator sighs. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. If Ceres were on the ship, she would surely have said something similar, insisting that they aren't alike at all.

Rena's footsteps echo through her metallic heels. The last thing she sees is her father laughing at something he must have thought. She walks calmly until she leaves the bridge, wandering through the ship's corridors and learning a little more about it.

She cordially greets every guard she sees and wishes them a good day, as they were supposed to make that jump and reach the system they aimed for. Look at how everything is perfectly taken care of down to the last detail. Ceres must have somehow designed the ship's interior. It's all so relaxing. Her trips lately have been a bit stressful, but she knew how to handle them. Roboute would always be by her side, supporting her through everything. She can't help but laugh when she mockingly comments that she would like to be able to sit down. On the next trip, Roboute had already prepared a comfortable yet somewhat ostentatious seat just for her.

She remains lost in her thoughts until a strong tremor, accompanied by a sharply shrill sound, makes her stumble and fall to the floor. Her body instantly alarms, and she quickly gets up from where she had fallen. She looks from side to side, realizing that the white lights illuminating the hallway have now gone out and the emergency lights have been activated.

Red and bright, making the situation increasingly tense. Her nerves begin to eat at her. This isn't the first time she's experienced something like this, but it is the first time she's faced such an aggressive boarding. She knows her family's ship well. She knows she must return to the bridge or go to one of the safe areas.

She begins to walk quickly through the corridors. The sound of loudspeakers broadcasting a message resonates throughout the ship in a choppy, robotic manner.

── We are being invaded by unidentified Xenos… our beloved ship… all non-belligerent personnel, please go to the three safe points… I repeat… we are being invaded by unidentified Xenos…──

The message is repeated several times so that everyone can hear it. Rena is on her way back to the bridge, but her gaze is distracted by a group of tech-priests who are apparently retreating to the safe areas for non-belligerents. One of them notices her and quickly approaches.

── Lady Rena, you must come this way with us. We'll go to the safe area in the warehouse. You shouldn't risk returning to the bridge in this situation ──

The Tech-Priest's robotic voice resonates from his mouth, or the device covering it. The Tech-Priest is right. If something is boarding the ship and she decides to run to the bridge, they'll surely find her before then. The warehouse isn't far from here; it should be safer and more effective.

── I'll follow you ──

She replies, then begins to walk briskly alongside the Tech-Priests, looking from side to side, very alert for anything that might happen.

The group of Tech-Priests stops at a corner where two hallways meet. The screeching sound of metal scraping against the floor and heavy, burly footsteps echoes. The Tech-Priests take several steps back as the silhouette of a humanoid appears—an orc, a tall orc, even though it's hunched over.

When it opens its mouth to speak, only words echo that only its own kind understands. It seems to be mocking something as it approaches, as if it knows it's the strongest in this encounter.

Rena heads toward the orc and then into the adjacent hallway. They just have to run, and they'll reach the safe zone with its armored doors. If they run fast enough, it could reach them without any problem. The issue is that they have to distract it with something.

── … I'll find a way to distract him. When that happens, you two can run to the safe zone ──

── But Lady Rena, we can't… ──

── Don't worry; I'm fine. I'll run to the nearest safe zone. I know this ship well. Don't worry ──

── No, you shouldn't worry so much about us. You're the Duke's daughter. We must ensure your… ──

Rena gently shakes her head and sighs. She doesn't like preferential treatment just because of her rank.

── Let's put that aside for just a moment. If something happens to you, the ship won't need maintenance. It looks like they crashed their ship into ours. If the guard manages to eliminate us, the ship will need repairs. It's all for the greater good. Even if they manage to send the alert, it will take a while for them to arrive. You'll still have to try to fix what you can ──

Rena's words leave the tech-priests speechless. They look at each other and nod. Rena smiles back. Now she just has to find a way to get the orc's attention and run as fast as she can. She looks around, spotting a small metal plate that has come loose from the walls of the ship. She lifts it up and throws it in the orc's direction, managing to hit one of the metal corners against its feet. No one said Rena was the strongest in the world. She’s grateful that she was able to lift the metal.

She gulps when she sees the orc's anger and a small flicker of emotion. She begins to run, looking back to confirm that she’s gotten the orc's attention, completely ignoring the tech-priests' presence. She runs as fast as her legs can carry her. Her lungs are starting to burn. She doesn’t know if it's from the exertion or because the ship is running out of oxygen in that area, but she doesn’t have time to think too much about it right now.

She almost stumbles several times from the fear that’s eating away at her. She wouldn’t act brave; she’s not prepared for this situation. She’s always been cared for and protected, so much so that she never thought she’d have to defend herself from a threat with people around her.

She looks back again. The orc seems to be very angry, shouting things into the air that Rena can’t understand. He seems to be complaining that she’s running away, but there’s no way she can possibly face that thing. When Rena sees him lift a piece of rubble and throw it in her direction, she tries to dodge it. She succeeds the first few times, but as exhaustion begins to slow her down, that’s when one of those pieces of rubble hits her leg directly, making her fall to the ground. She looks up, trying to compose herself; it’s only a few meters away. It’s not close, but she must keep her hopes alive.

She lets out a moan of pain, as loud as her injured and healed vocal cords allow. The orc approaches quickly, as if it has achieved its objective. Rena pushes the rubble hard. The adrenaline in her body is preventing her from feeling all the pain she should be feeling. Her leg is completely bloody. She suspects she may have broken a bone, but now she can't feel it. She recovers and runs again.

Now her movements are erratic. Her vision is starting to blur, and she blames it on blood loss. She releases several gasps and moans. She's always been told she's stubborn and never gives up, and this won't be the situation in which she surrenders, not of her own free will.

A hard blow to her other leg knocks her to the ground. She curses the orc's aim. This time, he's managed to hit her other leg. She opens her eyes slowly, panicking. She doesn't know what to do. Her brain is coming up with a thousand and one solutions, but none seem to work in the situation she's in. She remains half-lifted off the ground thanks to her right arm, watching the orc approach with a triumphant smile.

He lets out a sneer in her language as he raises his axe. Rena's thoughts stop. This is her end. She has survived until now, in such a cruel world. To this day, she's still surprised by everything she has endured. The healers said there was no chance she would survive a shot to the throat, and here she is.

She only regrets not saying goodbye to her family and partner. She continues to stare at the orc, who quickly lowers his axe toward her. Even though he loses his angle, he ends up striking and severing her left arm.

Rena's heart-rending scream echoes through the hallway, along with the sound of bone breaking, flesh rending, and blood flowing, echoing alongside Rena's screams and gasps of pain.

She raises her hand to where the orc's axe had slashed. Her hands tremble. Her body begins to stop the tide of thoughts she had been carrying just seconds ago and focus on what's happening to her left side. She looks down, seeing her severed arm at her side. She raises her gaze to the orc, but as soon as she does, her body falls backward, almost losing strength.

A heart-shattering cold begins to spread through her body. For her, it's strangely similar to what she felt during the last attack. She assumes she simply won't survive this one.

Her breathing slowly begins to falter. The black spots in her vision begin to expand in such a way that they prevent her from seeing anything. She feels her body freeze completely, and everything stops entirely.

[ . . . ]

Viator's hands are white from the force he exerts, his entire body numb as he stares at his daughter's body lying on the bed in her old room, completely unconscious, half of her body bandaged. Images spontaneously appear in Viator's mind: the body of his beloved daughter lying on the cold floor, stained with her own blood, her severed arm at her side, one of her legs completely broken—images that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

He hasn't left his daughter's side, not even when his own wife asked him to rest or when Alair almost forced him to take a break. Rena's pale face, whose condition hasn't improved for almost a full day, has the family healer commenting that her vital signs are weak. She is still alive, but he doesn't know if she will recover from the shock she has suffered.

— Dad, you should rest. You haven't eaten or slept for a whole day. It's dawn. I'll stay by our little princess's side —

Alair, who left almost everything in his wife's hands and flew to the estate after receiving the news from his mother, has been trying to convince his father to rest for at least a few hours.

—...It's all my fault. I shouldn't have told her to come see me… I shouldn't have told Rena to help me jump to the next system —

Alair sighs. He's been muttering that since he sat down on the chair next to Rena's bed. No one has gotten him to say anything else. Ceres, who watches the situation from the doorway, only sighs loudly. She's devastated, but she can't imitate her husband. She must stand firm and move forward. Whatever fate wills, will happen.

── Duchess Ceres ──

This is the family healer who has been monitoring the young lady's condition.

── I know it sounds surreal, which is why I prefer to discuss this with you first, rather than with Duke Viator or Count Alair ──

Ceres looks silently at the healer, hoping he will continue, but he seems very hesitant.

── It seems Lady Rena's vital signs are slowly recovering. It's almost like a miracle. There was zero chance she would survive, but she seems to be clinging to life ──

Ceres's eyes widen. She knows the healers have done almost the impossible to save her: suturing the area around her severed arm, blood transfusions, and medication through injections and vials.

Before Ceres can say anything, a heart-rending, pain-filled scream echoes in the room where Rena is. The Duchess looks back into the room, seeing Viator and Alair clinging to Rena, who is screaming in pain, sitting on the bed and hugging herself.

── Rena, Rena, everything's okay; Dad's here; calm down ──

It seems she is not listening right now. Rena's thoughts are in a whirlwind, remembering every second of what happened, looping the pain she felt, the ghostly sensation where her right arm once was.

Her eyes are open, looking at the left side of her body, seeing that everything has been real. She raises her right hand while breathing raggedly and somewhat erratically. Her hand touches the stump in the area, feeling the stitches, feeling the bone of her shoulder.

[ . . . ]

She comes to after recalling the whole incident of how she lost her arm. The water is still warm, but her body trembles at the memory of it all. Her right hand grips her left shoulder tightly. She bites her lip as small tears escape from her eyes—painful, frustrating, and terrifying. Without a doubt, she could easily consider this one of the situations that marked her life. Absorbed in her thoughts, she hasn't heard the bathroom door open. With a calm step, Roboute walks toward his partner, noticing how she is trembling and tightly gripping her shoulder. He raises his large hand to hers, gently removing her hand from her shoulder, possibly preventing her from injuring herself by gripping the connectors so tightly.

── Rena… ──

Roboute's deep voice echoes in the bathroom. Rena hears him, but there is no response; she just stares straight ahead.

── I'm here with you... I'm sorry I wasn't with you when that happened ──

Rena quickly turns to Roboute, shaking her head. She's no longer crying, but traces of tears remain.

── It's not your fault, it's no one's fault, only mine. I should have been more prepared; I should have given more importance to learning how to defend myself. Don't blame yourself for this ──

She speaks quickly. The last thing she wants is for Roboute to blame himself for something so trivial from the past, years after that event. It's traumatic, yes, but he's lived with it until now. The problem arises whenever he begins to dissociate and remember the past. Rena raises her hand to Roboute's cheek, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb.

── Don't look at me like that, my love. Don't make a big deal out of this. I stopped making a big deal out of it a long time ago ──

── You always say that, and I always end up finding you broken and shattered just by recalling that event ──

── That's something I can't help; remembering the mistakes of the past. If I had known how to defend myself at that moment, it probably wouldn't have ended so badly ──

── Or maybe not. Orcs are a race guided by war. When they crashed their ship into your family's, they were looking for supplies. They always acted quite erratically and recklessly ──

He can't help but let out a soft laugh.

── Yes, I would definitely say it's reckless to crash your ship into another just to look for supplies ──

Roboute sits down, lifting me up as he gently pulls Rena to sit opposite him, her head resting on his chest.

── I'm here for you. No matter how much you want to talk about this over and over again, I'll be here to support you ──

── You're the best ──

Roboute blinks several times, noticing Rena's tone of voice. His ears redden slightly, but his cheeks don't. He's trying his best to hide it.

── But... isn't it disgusting? ──

The question leaves Roboute frozen, almost as if he didn't understand. Rena looks toward her left shoulder. Besides having acquired a trauma, she has also acquired a complex. She only removes her prosthesis when she has to bathe and sleep, although sometimes she even sleeps with it on.

Roboute turns Rena around, making her straddle his hip. Rena's gaze shifts from Roboute's. One of Roboute's large hands runs down her body until it reaches her cheek. In Roboute's eyes, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

── You're beautiful; you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen or met. I simply can't stop looking at you. How soft your features are when you make an expression, how beautiful your eyes are, how smooth and soft your skin is, and… ──

Rena raises her hands to Roboute's mouth. When he starts talking about her, he can't stop. There's no one there, just them in their privacy. Roboute can allow himself to be sentimental enough with his partner.

── Stop, okay? I get the point of what you're talking about. Just stop ──

Rena's cheeks glow crimson, showing how embarrassed she can be with just a few words from her lover.

── If that's not enough, I could go on. I could talk about you my entire life... Because to me, you are the epitome of perfection ──

Roboute's eyes sparkle softly as he sees Rena's face filled with embarrassment at everything she's just heard. He can't help but chuckle softly. His hand, still on Rena's cheek, has begun to caress her cheek with his thumb.

── To me, you are perfect, Rena ──

I don't have much to say, except that if there is any mistake, I'm really sorry. I want to write a few more things so you know about Rena and her relationship with her family.

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xieni-logs · 2 years ago

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All of the Astral express crew members with chaotic child! reader

like imagine all of them having fun on some planet, looking at all the sights but then child reader sees something that piques their interest and lets go of whoever's hand they're holding onto and POOF they're gone.

and then the crew panics and chaos ensues :3

Vacation on Jarilo-VI

note: imagined an actual child!reader. ive never written or read something like this so this was a fun experiment! the ask is really fun to imagine though, i hope i did it justice!!

The Astral Express Crew are visiting Belobog after helping the stellaron crisis but this time, it's purely for a vacation. you weren't allowed to go last time and it really bummed you out so you're real excited about going!!

first stop is visiting Bronya and Seele in the Supreme Guardian's office. March and MC happily run up to greet the two and Dan Heng is introducing them to Welt and Himeko. their eyes are off you for a second and suddenly, Seele spots you trying to climb the ceiling high bookshelves! you're not too far up but enough that no one can grab you down. Welt is trying to convince you to go down, using his powers to slow you in case you fall. Himeko is yelling for you to be careful while apologizing profusely to Bronya and Seele. Dan Heng and MC are at the bottom of the shelf, arms out in an attempt to catch you in case you fall. thankfully, you get down fine. but Welt is grounding you, literally. you're banned from climbing on things for the rest of the trip.

the second stop is Serval's workshop. Himeko is talking to Serval about the machines and all that while March is showing Welt how the little connector puzzle works. you were listening to March before some of the tools caught your eye. suddenly, you're in the back of Serval's workshop playing with Serval's scrap pieces. MC is the first to notice you're gone, alerting Dan Heng and Welt. there's a sort of assumption you've gone far, so que a panicked Welt slamming the door of the workshop open trying to find you. you couldn't have gone far... or maybe you could? Welt's not sure how much to overestimate or underestimate your ability to go missing. 10 minutes later and Himeko finds you happily playing with bits and pieces of metal scraps and a pair of pliers in the back of the workshop.

the third stop is Boulder Town and god, the entire crew is swearing they're going to keep a close eye on you. Dan Heng stops you from climbing in the cart full of geomarrow and Welt is holding your hand almost all the time (although he doesn't notice that you pulled away a couple times, he's a little too focused hearing an explanation of geomarrows from some miners). but then you meet the moles. and you and Hook get along great! and now you want to play with the moles. and Hook is incredible at swaying people into things. you are now free to play with the moles!

Hook really did mean it when she promised that she'd keep an eye on you and that the moles wouldn't leave Boulder Town. she really did mean it! but you were practically begging Hook to take you to Rivet Town as she retold her adventures with MC to fetch Junjun. you only meant to take a peak, a quick one. but then a peak turned into showing you the street of the restaurant where Natasha took kids who were good, and then it turned to a few streets more, until it was a whole town tour. Hook couldn't help herself, you seemed so interested in her stories about the town!

back in Boulder Town, the Astral Express Crew is ready to move onto the last stop and theyre looking for you. March asks Julian who's hesitant to say but eventually fesses that Hook took you to take a peak of Rivet Town. the original Jarilo-IV Trailblaze Team is worried and there's a bit of initial confusion, Himeko and Welt thinking Hook simply took you to the next town over. and Dan Heng has to explain that Rivet Town is infested with fragmentum monsters. poor Julian is bombarded with question like whether or not you and Hook went alone, how long you've been gone, etc...

they do find you and Hook, eventually. it was about an hour long search. it just happened that you and Hook got tired and decided to rest in one spot for a while, who knows how long it’d take the crew to find you guys had you not stop exploring.

the fourth and final destination is the Robot Settlement! the entire crew understands that a LOT can go wrong at the settlement; so many crevices and corners you could run to, robots who may not recognize you aren't a threat or are malfunctioning. Dan Heng explained the crew's concerns to Svarog and Clara who quickly come up with a solution: Svarog isn't letting you out of his sight!

while Clara gives the crew a tour of the Robot Settlement, Svarog accompanied to watch you. he catches you nearly running away to get a closer look at a robot twice, four times for something shiny in the stone walls, and once for something on the ground. he couldnt quite figure out what made that part of the snow covered ground was so much more special than the rest for you, and neither could you, which is why it was so interesting.

Svarog is pretty reliable most the time, he practically raised Clara so everyone trusted him with you. maybe Clara was a lot more mellow as a child compared to you but this 'take care of a child' task difficulty increased by tenfold when it came to you. how Svarog managed to lose you is unknown; all he knew was one moment you were crawling all over him, asking him questions, then telling him you wanted to walk, and the next, you were gone.

if they were panicking before, they were having a full on break down now. Svarog lost you and now couldn't find you within his field of vision! with how reliable Svarog was made to sound, they feared the worst. maybe you fell down the cliff, what if a robot malfunctioned and fought you? Svarog tried calculating how far you could've gotten and how likely it was for you to be found but no one could quite decide on when they last saw you.

a wave of relief washes over them when they find you asking a robot questions. honestly, the entire crew feared you'd died or something, though no one wanted to say it. unaware of this feeling, you're caught off guard as March, Himeko, then the rest of the astral express crew rushed over to give you a tight hug. Himeko scolded you a bit for making the crew worry but she was more happy you were fine than anything.

the crew may find it stress inducing and troublesome when you disappear, but they wouldn't trade you for anything in the world!

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #child reader #the astral express family #the astral express x reader #the astral express #not the proudest of this but it was fun #xieni's requests #never wrote nor read a child reader before so this was a fun experiment!

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taperwolf · 3 months ago

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Very quick modular accessory build:

I found a stack of these little solar-charging USB power banks for really cheap at a thrift store a while ago.

Unfortunately, after I opened up the couple I bought, it turns out they're not very useful as is. Not only do they take a whole day in the sun to charge up, but the battery is pretty anemic and won't charge modern cell phones, and the connectors need special dongles to connect to anything.

So I decided to try turning one into a Eurorack CV input device. Remove a couple of screws on the bottom, and the innards slide out; wire cutters separate the solar cell from the board. (I'm sort of watching to see how long it takes for the status LED, now on all the time because the solar cell is missing, to drain the battery down.)

The cell, when tested, puts out a voltage between 0 and just about 5V. Ambient room lighting is just under 1V, and higher levels require very bright lights, but that's as expected. (I should mount some lamps around my case.)

I used a reamer to widen the circular hole on the top to take a 3.5mm jack, and cut away a little of the plastic frame so the jack could lie flat. Soldered the cell onto the jack — positive to tip and negative to sleeve — and reassembled.

So far I've used it as a CV source; I need to do more testing to see if it'll work as a gate or trigger source, though I expect it will if the light source is bright enough.

I've previously used a larger bare cell that I just soldered a plug onto — that one gives higher levels from less light but this one's more sturdy, more compact, and has the little wrist strap. I'll probably convert the other one too.

#eurorack #modular synth #solar panels #diy

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graylinesspam · 10 months ago

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Rex sits down on a create on the edges of the camp. He sets is datapad down for a moment and fishes in one of the pouches of his belt until he pulls out a paper wrapped stick.

Its oddly glued together from two pieces of rolling paper that have been meticulously cut down the middle and rolled back together into a cylindrical shape glued with his dry spit. This unholy concoction is a mix of a caf stick and a nic stick.

The medics advise against mixing stimulants and depressants but frankly, Rex doesn't care. He has files he needs to fill out and process and a deep ache in his shoulder from a nasty fall a couple of days ago.

He needs this time to himself, to have his smoke and do his work and not be physically responsible for another person for a few minutes. The battery pack on one of his blasters slides easily from the stock of the gun. One press of cycle button activates the metal connectors and without a blaster and a gas canister attached the metal heats uselessly.

He touches the end to the hot metal and the paper sparks and ignites.

A couple quick puffs of air draw the fire down the line of chem sprayed herbs and they smolder with a dry heat.

He pinches the smoke between two fingers and draws in a long breathe.

After the inadvisable mix of stims starts saturate his blood he holds the smoke between his teeth freeing his hands to retrieve the pad and begins his word.

the white stick hangs low from the corner of his mouth and occasionally ash falls off to powder over his thigh plate.

Across the camp he can hear the Anakin and Ahsoka bickering. Hardcase laughing at something. The medics dragging another crate to their tent. The scuff of the guards boots as they walk the perimeter on watch. The tap of his own fingers against the screen.

He lets the time tick. The occasional draw of breath through the smoke notching the passage of it until the fire burns close to his face.

The red flash of the low burn bobs in the bottom of his vision.

When the smoke is too short to hold in his mouth he removes it, the little nub almost too small to pinch between his fingers. His small slice of alone time is up. The do not disturb light burning out as he fails to draw oxygen through it anymore.

He crushes the thing underfoot and turns to leave as the head medic, Cadaver, walks up to his smoke spot.

Rex braces for a reprimand but the surly man does little more than lean against another crate across from him, hand fishing around in one of his pockets until he pulls a smoke of his own out.

His dark eyes cut to Rex, a challenge in them as he pulls a makeshift lighter of his own out.

Rex cuts a smile and turns away, letting the other man have his break. Rex has responsibilities he must return too after all. And he'd never begrudge another man for finding a moment of peace.

@circadianaa, tagging you bc of the boy

#star wars #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #fanfic #501st #captain rex #cadaver #Head medic Cadaver #drabble #short fic #smoking #cigarette #tw smoking

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kaywavy · 1 year ago

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transforming soffits reorganizing keys formalizing immersion joints justifying kick extractors advising aggregates managing elbows recasting connectors achieving aluminum trowels officiating disks exhibiting absolute spigots progressing coil hydrants jerry-building reflectors informing casters inventing rubber hoists performing wrenches judging chalk adapters upgrading ignition paths

regrowing flashing recommending ratchets approving barriers sweeping impact fillers sewing mirrors detailing collectors enforcing measures distributing systems presenting plugs interwinding registers piloting ash diffusers gathering cranks supplying eave pockets undertaking scroll stops accelerating straps designing fittings protecting diamond boilers logging downspouts correlating shingles uniting mallets qualifying electrostatic lifts sharing clamps obtaining circular fluids ranking foundation gauges sensing miter brackets originating space networks translating drills regulating guards selecting gable padding utilizing pellet dowels reconciling artifacts altering pulleys shedding space filters determining vents representing mortar remaking flash rakers supporting funnels typecasting rotary chocks expressing junctures resetting auxiliary vises professing strip treads inlaying matter trowels questioning drivers forming edge fittings sketching blanks overshooting spark breakers rewriting controls playing tunnels inventorying buttons enduring joint handles effecting ratchet bibbs unwinding couplings forsaking vapor conduits defining sockets calculating heaters raising grids administering tiles measuring resources installing ignition remotes extracting corners manufacturing ventilators delegating consoles treating mounting stones enacting jig deflectors intensifying alleys improvising cargo pinpointing bobs prescribing arc masonry structuring metal chucks symbolizing lathes activating plumb kits adapting coatings fixing channels expediting cordage planning compressors enlisting hangers restructuring keyhole augers shearing ridge hardware collecting reciprocating bolts maintaining corrugated dimmers whetting hole collars conducting mandrels comparing assets compiling sealants completing paths composing equivocation wheels computing dampers conceiving electrostatic treatment ordering cotter grates organizing ties orienting ladders exceeding materials targeting thermocouples demonstrating emery stock expanding latch bases training wardrobe adhesives overcomming[sic] fasteners streamlining storm anchors navigating springs perfecting turnbuckles verifying gate pegs arbitrating arithmetic lifts negotiating outlets normalizing strips building surface foggers checking key torches knitting grinders mowing planers offsetting stencils acquiring bulbs adopting rivets observing avenues ascertaining coaxial grommets slinging wing winches instituting circuit generators instructing wicks integrating pry shutters interpreting immersion lumber clarifying coils classifying wood bits closing cogs cataloging matter strips charting holders conceptualizing push terminals stimulating supports overthrowing shaft spacers quick-freezing connectors unbinding ground hooks analyzing eyes anticipating gateways controlling proposition rollers converting power angles coordinating staples correcting benders counseling joist gaskets recording gutter pipes recruiting drains rehabilitating rafter tubes reinforcing washers reporting guard valves naming freize sprues nominating rings noting straps doubling nailers drafting circuit hoses dramatizing flanges splitting framing compounds refitting stems interweaving patch unions placing sillcocks sorting slot threads securing mode cutters diverting catharsis plates procuring load thresholds transferring syllogism twine directing switch nuts referring time spools diagnosing knobs discovering locks dispensing hinges displaying hasps resending arc binders retreading grooves retrofitting aesthetics portals seeking stocks shrinking wormholes assembling blocks assessing divers attaining lug boxes auditing nescience passages conserving strikes constructing braces contracting saw catches serving installation irons recognizing fluxes consolidating fuse calipers mapping shims reviewing chop groovers scheduling lag drives simplifying hoists engineering levels enhancing tack hollows establishing finishing blocks

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prabhaelectronics · 9 months ago

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#Quick Coupling Connector #QCC #LPG Connector #LPG Cylinder Coupling #LPG Safety Connector #Gas Connector #LPG Quick Connect #Gas Coupling for Industrial Use #Secure LPG Connection #LPG Accessories

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biggestdev · 4 months ago

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My PC Has Seen Some Shit

I build my computer during the lockdowns, and like many others, was doing some wacky shit just because.

I decided I was going to build a small form factor (SSF) PC, but I wasnt satisfied with simply jaming all the parts AND cooling into a relatively small case, I wanted to cram all the bits into the smallest volume I could manage, and utilize an external radiator to cool it all. Thus, the abomination:

(I may or may not have "borrowed" the kitchen countertop for a full week, my roomate took it in stride.) At the time, it was decent hardware, if intentionally limited. Ryzen 5 5600 CPU, RTX 2070 GPU, and a special power supply combination - HDPLEX 400W DC-DC power converter/ATX power supply internal to the case, and a 380-watt external power brick. I had to hunt for a very specific GPU, that was both small enough to fit in the chassis I picked out, and also efficient enough to fit in the 380W power budget:

and also some dope-ass no-drip quick-disconnect fittings for the water loop:

Those, plus a panel mount connector on the chassis for the pump and fan cables on the cooling tower, means I could easily dissasemble the pc into 3 parts - power brick, pc, and tower, to easily move it if needed.

I am still really proud of what I accomplished in terms of fitting everything into such a small chassis, if I had a 3D printer I could have made a couple brackets and covers to fill the holes that are covered in painter's tape, and had something looking real nice, but in the end I decided it was too much work to upkeep, the quick-connect ports on the back restricted water flow too much, and caused a lot of noise in the flow, like an air pocket that never went away with time. That and the blue coloring I added (actual cooling liquid coloring, NOT FOOD DYE) almost immediately cooked out of the water and deposited in the water block fins, and on the inside walls of the tubes, making it look a bit ugly tbh.

In 2023, I took the complete OPPOSITE approach and rebuilt the computer on an open-frame chassis, and hung it on the wall behind my monitor at my new place:

My desire had shifted from "unassuming box with neat internals" to "pussy out". Since all the components are now exposed to naked air, i was able to adjust fan curves so that they only turned on under extreme load. The GPU fan doesnt even spin until I boot up a game! I initially used the stock CPU cooler, but it didn't work well enough to keep the fan at low RPM, so I upgraded to a Noctua low profile cooler with a way better configuration that cools the cpu and board components really well.

The end result is a super quiet PC that is damn near silent until I boot up a game, and even then, the loudest thing is a battle between the GPU fan and the coil whine from that same GPU!

60% duty cycle on the GPU fan was about the minimum I can spin it to keep the temperature below throttling point at 100% utilisation, and I'm totally happy with that! The CPU fan spins all the time, but it's a noctua so I can't even hear it at idle, and at 100% CPU use, it's only up to maybe 50% speed, which is still damn quiet.

This is how my computer has been configured ever since, and I am proud for sure! It's a fun PC to look at visually, and it's got an interesting history to talk about (to me at least!)

#diy projects #electronics #technology #computers

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pico-digital-studios · 1 year ago

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: To Be or NOT to Be...?

In Many More Heroes, after OMT!Tails and Pana managed to bait LM!Sonic into the Quill Society meeting room, he was quickly detained by one of Zonic's rings.

Zonic: Hold it there, LM.

EV!Sonic: What's the worry?

OMT!Tails: I found this stuff in LM!Sonic's dorm you might wanna look at.

OMT!Tails passed him the files.

EV!Sonic: Way to go, little dude!

Milly: So with this, we need an explanation as to what LM's been hiding from us.

Zonic inserted the claimed disc into E-21 while LM!Sonic simply looked on.

Zonic: Right. To begin with, E-21, explain the thing.

E-21: What thing?

Zonic: What do you mean what-?! The universal-explainy thing!

E-21: Ah, right!

She activated a hologram.

(Keep in mind that this isn't all the people in the room at the time.)

The panels under the meeting room began to activate as a circle formed around them.

OMT!Tails: What is this?

Zonic: This... is everything.

The circle lit up the meeting room to show many different video clips.

OMT!Tails: Is it okay if you specify further?

Zonic: Right, sorry. The molecule-like connectors with dots around? This is all of us. All of our lives woven together, in a wonderful link to life and destiny.

OMT!Tails (in awe): The SEGAVerse...

Zonic: "SEGAVerse"? Huh, that's... not its name. It's called the Special-Extravagant-Galactic-spAce Vast Multiverse.

Everyone looked at him in confusion about it.

Zonic: ...which honestly isn't the best name I thought up, honestly.

Sunky and Tlels took notice of the nodes on the hologram between the links.

Tlels: And those nodes where those lines converge?

LM!Sonic: They're typical canon points. Chapters that are part of a hero's story quite a lot of times. Some good...

Holograms are shown of SoH!Sonic getting his super speed, the Sonic 2 opening cutscene from Sonic Origins, and SatAM Sonic and Sally sharing a kiss.

LM!Sonic: ...some bad...

Some more holograms are shown of Scorched fighting Prowler, which concerns Milly, frustrates Sunky and Tlels and confuses Blitz!Tails, a Sonic struggling to find air in Labyrinth Zone, and Archie Mina taking the bullet for her Sonic and Sally. Milly is quick to realise the implications of the third one.

Milly: ...What if I can't make it work...? EV!Sonic: Hey, I'm sure you still can.

Zonic: And some... *sigh* REALLY bad...

Maria Robotnik's death from Project: Shadow is shown on a seventh hologram, to the horror of Movie Shadow. LM!Sonic gestured over to an eighth hologram that came in front of him as EV!Sonic kept an eye on him, ensuring he wasn't going to hide THAT one especially.

LM!Sonic: This one, Event ASM-91? A close companion to a hero dies trying to stop a personal villain of that hero.

The hologram showed footage of a younger Movie Sonic trying to go back for Longclaw, then ART sacrificing himself for Underground Sonic and his siblings to escape (which saddened UG!Sonic), and finally Mobiverse Sonic giving himself up to save Antho from Mammoth Mogul.

OMT!Tails: Did that happen to several of you guys, too...?

Sarah Henderson: In all honesty? Yeah...

D-Sides Mighty: And... what of it?

LM!Sonic: These are how the story's supposed to go.

Other holograms fly around them depicting other "canon events"; Deja vu about the Soleanna events, Shadow sacrificing his life for Sonic, and a couple of other cases.

LM!Sonic: I know EV doesn't believe what I'm saying, but canon events are the connections that bind our lives together. Yet, those connections can end up broken. It's why anomalies are so dangerous...

A hologram flashing back to OMT!Tails saving the little girl, BK!Sonic helping stop a train bound to crash, and BK!Amy rescuing Merlina from an ambush a few hours earlier.

LM!Sonic: Merlina's death was MEANT to be a canon event, and you, Tails, weren't supposed to be there or give BK time to save her! That's why Mina tried to stop you.

A flashback to the three-way rescue sequence is shown, with OMT!Mina grabbing OMT!Tails's arm doing the rush to save the kid.

Past OMT!Mina: Tails!

OMT!Tails: You what? I... I thought you were trying to save me, Mina.

OMT!Mina: I was, Tails, I... I was doing both.

LM!Sonic: And now, Prower, because you changed the story, BK!Amy's universe will most likely unravel! If we're lucky, we can stop it from happening, but we haven't always been lucky.

OMT!Tails: Hey, that wasn't me! That was Crimtake!

EV!Sonic: Yeah, like I just told you!

LM!Sonic: It's what happens when you break the canon!

EV!Sonic: Oh, boy... Here we go...

OMT!Tails: How would you know that?!

LM!Sonic: ...Because I broke it once myself, after that scumbag Eggman murdered two of my friends. I found another world where I was actually happy. At least, another variant of me was. And that version of myself was killed by Mephiles, so I replaced him.

Images are shown of LM!Sonic living a happier life in an alternate dimension, his past smile disappearing to his present-day scowl.

LM!Sonic: I thought it was harmless... but I was completely wrong.

Further images show that dimension collapsing, akin to Sonic '06's End of the World, several members of the Quill Society trying and failing to save others. LM!Sonic was running through the streets of Soleanna, Elise in his arms.

Elise: S-Sonic! Get me to the Aquatic Base! You need to put this right!

She was dying fast in LM!Sonic's arms as he raced there at top-speed.

LM!Sonic: Elise, CR? Isn't that right?

CR!Sonic: Y-Yeah...

The destruction played out in full, holographic shards flying past OMT!Tails in the aftermath.

LM!Sonic: You break enough canon, you keep doing the wrong thing... and we could end up losing it all.

The central hologram faded away as EV!Sonic and Tekno turned back.

Tekno: Look, is it really down to you breaching that world's intentions? Because it could've been another force at play!

Zonic: Honestly, I agree. Some other creep might've caused that mess just to watch you suffer.

SS!Amy: Mhm. It's like trying to claim me and my friends were "destined" to die when Finitevus erased our old home!

During this, OMT!Tails remembered from earlier.

OMT!Tails: ...Crimtake's planned target...

Crimtake: I’m going to claim what’s left of your ‘family’, Prower. Try and stop me if you can, ‘hero’!

OMT!Tails: And if Crimtake claims Cream... When does this happen?

LM!Sonic remained silent.

OMT!Tails (angered): I said WHEN DOES THIS HAPPEN?!

LM!Sonic: In 12 hours, while she's asleep.

E-21: It's... what LM!Sonic's data says.

LM!Sonic: Look, I'm sorry, kid.

OMT!Tails: I need to get moving!

SS!Amy: Yeah! I'm coming with you!

LM!Sonic: I can't let you do that, Tails. Not now.

OMT!Tails: Then what am I supposed to do?! Just let my only remaining family DIE?!

LM!Sonic just nodded as OMT!Tails turned to OMT!Mina.

OMT!Tails: What about your band? They were close to you, right?

OMT!Mina: Yeah...

OMT!Tails: And you're not gonna do anything if they end up in danger?! Okay, what about Uncle Chuck?

He looked over to CR!Sonic, who looked back wordlessly.

OMT!Tails: Would that have been okay if you knew, and you just... let a villain murder your family?!

CR!Sonic: If not for Chuck, a good handful of us wouldn't even be here, Tails.

He showed some more holograms of big portrayals of Chuck in media, the most prominent being in the aftermath of XE!Sonic leaving XE!Jules for dead.

CR!Sonic: And all the good that we did, it... It wouldn't have been done.

UG!Sonic recalled moments that his brother complained about.

UG!Manic: It's just, well... [Hits a drum] I've been thinking... everything we beat, Butt-nik rebuilds. What's the point? Past UG!Sonic: Hey, we just munched a solid-fuel installation. That's not too shabby. UG!Manic: Yeah, I guess. [Sighs] Seems like nothing really changes.

Manic: Yes, but my question is when? For all we know, it could happen twenty years from now. Why bother?!

Back in the present...

UG!Sonic: So what?! So... In this context LM is trying to enforce, we're just supposed to let people close to us die, just because some ALGORITHM-

E-21 (panicked): Woah, woah!

UG!Sonic: -says that's supposed to happen?! What in the world's wrong with you?!

OMT!Tails: Yeah! You three do realise how outright messed up that sounds, right?!

Zonic: *sigh* Alright, let's all take a moment here. So, think about this, in a way. You've heard HIS talk about a supposed way of doing things, right? Now, you have a choice. A choice between saving someone truly special to you, or saving a world. EVERY world if we're talking on a grander scale. Now, look, I'm not trying to force you to choose here. Nobody can. But what would you personally prioritise, if forced into it?

Almost everyone in the room: Both!

OMT!Tails: I can do BOTH of those things! A hero of Mobius always-!

CR!Sonic: Not... "always".

LM!Sonic: You can't have it all, child. Being the hero of Mobius is a sacrifice. That's the job, the job you signed up for.

Fiona: *sigh* Tails...

LM!Sonic's lot gather around OMT!Tails, with SS!Amy stepping between them.

OMT!Tails: Fiona...? What is this? Are you trying to intervene in my heroics?!

Turbo: We know it's hard, but it's still the truth, Tails.

OMT!Tails: Is that why you're gathering around me and Amy now? To let us down easy?

EV!Sonic: You lot, give them room!

OMT!Tails: It worked last time. Why not run it back, huh?

CR!Sonic: H-Hey, hold on there!

OMT!Tails (glaring at OMT!Mina): You were right, Mina. You should NEVER have gotten me involved in this brainwashed freak's game to begin with! You said yourself that you've no interest in professional work, yet that sorry excuse of a "hero" forced you to work with him anyway!

CR!Sonic: Kid, look at me.

OMT!Tails: Stop calling me that!

Pana: And here we go...

Antho: Yeah. Screw that guy.

D-Sides Mighty: Agreed.

Fiona: Pana, Antho, Mighty, you aren't helping.

Antho, Pana and D-Sides Mighty: Good.

OMT!Tails flashed a smile to those three and the kinder Quill Society members.

CR!Sonic: Please understand-!

OMT!Tails: You CAN'T ask me not to save Cream! My life is meaningless without her!

SS!Amy: Yeah! You can't ask him to play by your rules!

LM!Sonic: I'm not asking you.

LM!Sonic used an energy field to restrain OMT!Tails, which shocked everyone except for LM!Sonic's group. CR!Sonic and OMT!Mina quickly backed off seeing this, reconsidering their words.

OMT!Mina (genuinely scared for OMT!Tails): Stop that!

LM!Sonic: If I let him leave, he'll only cause MORE damage. You both know that!

CR!Sonic: No, man! This is going too far!

CR!Sonia: Yeah, you big meanie! That's enough!

CR!Manik nodded, pulling an angry raspberry at LM!Sonic. Antho, though, had a plan, using a hand gesture to remind Tails to absorb that energy from the sphere.

Antho (quietly): Like this, little dude.

LM!Sonic: We just need to hold you for a few hours! Sorry it had to end like this, kid-.

He heard the charging behind him, turning around in shock.

OMT!Tails: I said not to call me that!

Tails's vision darted around, pinning at LM!Sonic and Turbo, and triggering a blast that knocked them backwards.

UG!Sonic: Woo! Nice one, man!

Antho chuckled in approval.

D-Sides Mighty: That paid off nicely!

Milly: What do we do now?

EV!Sonic: Tails, SS, hurry over to the Transport Hub in Sector 30, and use it to bolt after Crimtake and stop him! Everyone else, be ready to cover them!

LM!Sonic got up, his temper having reached his limit.

LM!Sonic: MILES PROWER!

He leapt at the fox, with SS!Amy promptly hitting him back into the wall before he bolted off.

Antho: If he gets to that Hub first, we're in big trouble!

Tekno: Right! On your way there, Tails, send out a red alert to everyone on the planet to stop LM! And ensure he's baited over to the Terminal Velocity spot at Sector 19. That should buy you both enough distance to reach the Hub first.

OMT!Tails: Right! Come on, Amy!

SS!Amy: Right!

The two dashed off, with Turbo and Fiona in pursuit.

EV!Sonic: Everyone else, dispatch! Apprehend LM through any means necessary!

Sarah (through a communicator to Sonic.RAW): RAW? It's Sarah. I need you to get your gear ready. We've got a rogue to apprehend!

Sonic.RAW: On it right now, ma'am!

Every Quill Society member in the room headed out.

CR!Sonic: Alright.

CR!Manik: Should we help Tails out, dad?

CR!Sonic: Yeah. Sorry I'm doing this to you both... This is definitely bad parenting... Just hang tight!

CR!Sonia: You got it!

The three left.

Pana: ...And just for the record, I quit trying to bother with LM.

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Plan Ninety-Nine

Tech x Oc

Summary: Lorraine Deagan loved every single minute she spent courting Tech. It was just a shame it ran out so fast

(A/N:) I put all my friends original ocs into Star Wars and then put them with bad batch characters. She chose Tech and now she has to deal w the consequences. Anyway this is pretty much just Techs death rewritten with his girlfriend there with some good old angst towards the end!!But this is my first time contributing to Tech Tuesday!!

It had been three weeks since Omega was taken.

Three weeks since Tech had died. Three weeks of nothing but agony inside Lorraine's mind. Every time she saw those broken goggles on the shelf it was a new wave of tears.

She remembered it all way too well.

They were all on their way out. The connected cable cars had shut down, drained of power as everyone stood inside them. Well, everyone besides Tech. The rest of the group was safely inside the second cable car. He was the only one trying to find a way to converge power to the double car so they could make their daring escape. He was the only one smart enough to do it.

Hunter yelled over their radio. "Tech! We need power! Hurry up" he had said. He could see the ships closing in on them. There were atleast six fighters on their way to their location. Hunter could see them from here, apparently they were close enough to start shooting.

"Wrecker, Ali, Jade and Omega. You take the other side" Hunter instructed as he held up his blaster and leaned out the side of the car. He began to try and shoot down the ships that were on their way.

The fighter ships only got closer and closer. And soon enough they were close enough to make a near dead perfect shot at one of the coupling holding up the first cable car on its track. The entire structure shook beneath their feet. One of the four couplings attachments were destroyed. Tech kept his balance as he stood on the small platform on the wire structure support. He was maybe ten yards if not further from the car.

Tech watched as his datapad finally connected and flashed green. All systems cleared. "Echo! Dasibri! Full power, now!" He yelled inside his helmet. Praying that it would work. He yanked his cord out from the panel and strapped his datapad into place.

He used his grapple to make his way back to the large metallic track. He stood on it with slightly shaking legs, looking back and watching as another fighter jet came hurtling their way. Powered by his adrenaline, he ran. He ran along the cable, already now on top of the car.

It was then that the ship fired off another shot and Tech was too slow to avoid it. As the shot hit the second coupling, it burst at the contact. The explosion knocked him back a few feet and left him clambering for something to hold on to or stand on. He was thrown back, he tried to claw at the cable, to hold on and spare himself the fall. But as his hands slipped past any hand-hold, he crashed onto the roof of the first cable car.

The thud of his body hitting the roof reverberated inside the car, grabbing just about everyone's attention.

Lorraine looked up, worried. She tried to look outside the opened doors and yell up to him, but through the wind and passing blaster shots, he couldn't hear her. "Tech! Get down here!" She called. Her fingers gripped the metal of the door tightly as her heart pounded in her chest.

It was as Tech finally made it to his feet and walked along the roof, the first cable car fully snapped off from the couplings, completely separated from the track.

Kriff.

The first car hung on only by the small connector that held the two cars together. It was threatening to pull the second car, along with everyone one inside of it down with it. Thanks to his quick thinking, Tech was able to attach his grapple from his belt to the car. As the cable car dangled and steadily strained the second car, Tech hung off the end of it by a rope. He didn't dare look down. He didn't suffer from the same fear of heights his brother did but that was a height he definitely did not want to see.

Immediately he began climbing. Every muscle in his body screamed but his head remained quiet, focused.

Lorraine pushed through everyone. Shoving aside Hunter and Ali, moving Omega to her side and using all her strength to push Wrecker out of her kriffing way. She looked down the length of the broken off car. She could see him. She'd never felt more relief in her entire life. She smiled. He was alive.

"Tech. I'll.. I'll get you. Just stay there." She yelled. Lorraine looked at the massacred metal connecting the two pieces of cars. Would she even be able to make it across? She didn't care, she'd have to find out the hard way.

She heard his voice from way down below yell to her.

"Negative! Do not shift the weight!" He yelled. "Lorraine, stay there" he called as he pulled himself up the rope. He used all his strength, all he had left to haul himself up.

A deep thunderous voice boomed right after. Wrecker was standing right beside Lorraine, looking down at his brother who was hanging off the side of the car. "Come on Tech! Hurry!" He yelled.

"I'm climbing as fast as I can!" His voice was strained with effort. It had been a long day, a long crazy day that was requiring all strength his body possessed. He could hear blaster bolts, not ones from ships but from actual soldiers.

All in the meanwhile Dasibri had a tight hold on one of Wreckers guns. On the parallel track was another cable car that had been filled to the brim with troopers. She wasn't even sure how many they had all killed by now. All she knew was two were left. There wasn't a single thing about this shootout that was getting easier.

A trooper didn't shoot at the doors of the car, it shot at the third straining coupling. It shook the entire car the Batch was stood in.

Tech had let go of his cable, not by choice. The violent shaking had left him once again at the end of his rope and listening to the creaking metal. The clone looked up through the aerial car, his eyes meeting the strained stare that belonged to Lorraine. In that moment he spoke to her. "Cyare, I need you to cut the connection hinge." He told her. Tech knew what the request meant. He knew what he was asking her to do. He looked up at her, watching the emotion cross her face. Despite the tears and her messy braids and hair flying in the rapid wind, Tech thought she looked as beautiful as ever. Even with the desperation, the frantic way she turned and shook her head, he found himself calming down. Coming to terms.

If she cut the connection hinge there was absolutely no way he would be able to climb back up. He would fall.

Lorraine narrowed her eyes in thought. She looked confused. Almost angry at what he asked of her. "What? No! Not until you're up here! We'll find another way" she yelled. Lorraine looked around at the Jedi and soldiers that surrounded her. It was quiet. She couldn't hear a thing. She looked back down to the man dangling so far above ground. She couldn't stand the thought of it. "Get up here now!"

The cars shook and strained under the weight.

Tech let out a deep sigh. He ignored the strain in his neck as he looked up. "There is no time for this." He said aloud. He yelled to his brother who stood beside Lorraine. "Wrecker cut the hinge!" He yelled.

The aerial view was bright as Tech sighed and grabbed his gun off his side, knowing already that Wrecker wouldn't do it. "Plan Ninety-nine" he said as his only explanation.

Omega grabbed onto Lorraine's arm. The young girl looked at her brother, panic and grief already prevalent and run across her face. "What is he doing?" She asked her. Omega knew what the plan was. But she couldn't think of a single way it could be justified. How could he actually execute Plan 99?

Lorraine looked down at him, watching the blaster in his hands. She yelled at him "Dont do it. Tech!" She yelled. Lorraine looked behind her. The once Sargent Hunter was standing beside the once General Taraay who were both trying to shoot down whatever was firing at them now. "Order him to stop. One of you. Order him to stop!" She cried out. Everyone was watching now, looking down as Tech raised his blaster and aimed.

With a quiet breath and a few simple breaths he felt at ease. He looked up at Lorraine's crying tear tracked face. Oh how he hated it when she cried. Tech came to terms with what was going to happen. What he was going to do. He huffed out a full breath. "When have we ever followed orders?" He had chuckled to himself and raised his blaster, his finger right over the trigger. He looked up to Lorraine, a tight lipped smile behind his helmet. "I love you." He said lastly. Without a second to spare he fired off his shot. Blasting the connector clean in half.

He had successfully separated the aerial cable cars and begun his free fall.

Lorraine screamed, lunging down for him, no longer stunned in shock. Wrecker had grabbed her, ensuring she didn't fall too. His arm was wrapped fully around her bicep as she reached out for him.

Lorraine was one with the force. Since the day she'd been born, she had been. But in that moment she reached out and tapped into anything she could. Light, dark, living, dead, she didn't care. She held him there, refusing to let him go. And for a mere second her desperation alone was enough to stall his free fall. Kilometers above any ground, he was stagnant in the air.

Her heart was a drum that slammed inside her rib cage. If she could just... lift him up somehow. Within that second ages passed. And that second was fleeting.

Tech had indeed fixed the power before he fell. So as soon as the system finally recalibrated it took off with an immeasurable speed. Meaning Lorraine and everyone inside were now hurtling down a track they couldn't even locate on a map. Meaning that Tech was now left, once again in free fall. Left to fall into the expanse of the woods.

He had slipped through her fingers. He had quite literally slipped through her fingers. Lorraine stared at her palm as she panted and shook. She looked back as if she'd still be able to see him there. Held up in the air by her will alone.. but he wasn't. He was long gone.

She felt two hands on her, Jade and Dasibri each had a comforting hand on her shoulder. Ali was stood before her, her expression sympathetic as she brought the girl in for a hug.

Three weeks since her entire world slipped away. There was no one to listen to. No one to watch.

Lorraine sat on Tech's bunk and held his goggles in her hands. She remembered what that psycho Doctor had said to her.

"This was all I could salvage."

All she had left were things. She had shirts and belts and wrenches and a note still sitting in her lunch box. How was she supposed to deal with this? How could she cope? He was gone but all of his stuff still remained. His chess set was still splayed out, unfinished. No one had dared to touch it. His pomade was still on the 'fresher counter and his slippers were in the same spot she always tripped over them.

Lorraine hadn't meditated in days. What was the point? What did she need to be 'in tune' for? Her entire word was gone. She didn't care anymore.

She heard quiet cough from across the room. Dasibri stood there with a sympathetic look on her face as she stood in the doorway of the Marauder. "Hey." The girl stated quietly.

Lorraine took a deep breath as she thumbed over the broken glass on the goggles. "Hey." She echoed the words and sighed. "I'm sorry" she said wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "Did you.. uhm did you guys need me?" She sniffled slightly and didn't lift her gaze from the tinted glass. Lorraine felt the bed shift beside her.

Dasibri sighed. "I was worried about you." She confessed. "I just wanted to talk." She mumbled. "How are you holding?" The girl asked gently, she raised a hand and tried to comfort her.

Lorraine let out a unconscious and albeit sarcastic scoff. "How do you think?" She mumbled looking down to her hands, shifting over the broken glasses.

The other Jedi nodded in understanding. "I was going to take Ali and Jade to go meditate in the woods here... I want you to come" Dasibri said extending the invitation. She saw the way the other girl tensed.

"I think I might pass, Bri" Lorraine said looking up at her friend. "I didn't sleep well last night." She tried to explain.

An excuse like that would never of worked. Not with Dasibri or any other Jedi present. "I don't think anyone has in weeks." She shared sympathetically. "All the more reason I think it would be good for us, you especially" Dasibri said with a deep breath. "You need to take care of yourself."

Lorraine harbored a strange feeling in her stomach. The same feeling that had been plaguing her since long before Order 66. She had only talked to one person about it. Lorraine was starting to live under the notion that everything in the galaxy was out to kill her. Whether it be the force or the galaxy itself it was out to get her and everyone she ever loved.

Anakin Skywalker had shared the sentiment, all those years ago he agreed. He was the only one who understood it. She had been able to ignore it for so long. But now, it was a deafening ringing in her ears. After these three long weeks, every single day was a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

It seemed today it would get worse.

"I know how these things can weigh on someone" Dasibri muttered. "But I always try and think of what Master Windu would say to me" the girl said taking a deep breath. The loss of her Master still cut her deep. Knowing he was killed the same night as so many. The same night she almost died. He was so close to stopping all of this. Had he succeeded their lives would look very different right now.

"He used to tell me that it was the way of the universe." She said with a sad tight lipped smile. "Which he would always say was just other way of saying that it was the will of the force." Dasibri explained watching over the other girls face. "Everything will pass." She explained squinting slightly, trying to remember all the wisdom her Master had left behind for her to carry on. "It isn't easy to hear, and it's even harder in practice. But Lorraine." Dasibri said, grabbing her friends hand tightly and looking into her eyes. "This wasn't your fault. You need to forgive yourself. Understand that it was his time"

"So what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just forget him? Move on just like that?" Lorraine scoffed. She brushed off the girls words. "No offence but you wouldn't get it, Bri" the girl said rather bitter. It was rich honestly. Coming from Dasibri atleast.

If Lorraine could go back to that night, years ago sitting inside Dasibri's bedroom at the temple, she would of acted very differently. During that Girls Night hangout she would of smacked her across the face and told her to keep her wits about her.

They had sat in that circle and gossiped over their run ins with the notorious experimental unit that was Clone Force 99. Ali had talked about her excursion to Rodia and how as soon as she went to leave the planet, The Sargent that had been eye fucking her since her arrival went into her ship and came out a dazed mess. Dasibri had gone on about how she loathed her time on Dantooine up until they showed up. Up until a sniper had ended up in her bedroom and quite literally changed the course of her entire life. Before Lorraine or Jade could of even gone on to explain their own interactions. She would of cracked Dasibri across the mouth, hoping to knock sense back into her and told her to never contact that man again.

Lorraine had gushed about Tech that night for over an hour. About how he had tried to shield her during their speeder crash. He had sustained most of the damage and held her tight to keep her out of harms way. How they'd been abandoned in the woods the entire night and were forced to talk to one another till the sun came up and it was safe to continue their travels back to base.

How he had confessed to what he thought of her while they both sat in front of their fire. She had said it was silly. But he was blushing so intently she had no choice but to believe him.

Lorraine would give anything to go back to that night. Either to tell herself she needed to nip that attachment in the bud or to warn herself of the pain to come.

But now, sitting here looking at Dasibri who had the gall to speak of the force at a time like this. Lorraine almost lost it.

"I mean listen to yourself, I know you think you know how I feel... but you don't." Lorraine started, trying her hardest to be nice but her resolve was starting to weaken as the seconds passed. "You didn't lose Crosshair. He left. He chose the Empire. Chose it over his brothers and he chose it over you." She said keeping her eyes down. Her eyes focused on the necklace the other girl wore since she couldn't bring herself to meet her eyes. "Don't think it's the same."

Dasibri was taken aback. "I didn't say it was." She said back after a moment. "I only meant that-" the girl said reaching out her hand. She went to put her hand on Lorraine's arm, and attempted to send out a calming energy through the force.

Immediately Lorraine pushed her hand away. "No I know what you meant." She fired back. Lorraine stood up and looked at her friend. "Tech died just trying to find that place. Alright? Died." She repeated. "They took Omega and we aren't any closer to finding the kriffing place!" She said growing more and more frustrated by the second.

Dasibri let out a deep breath. Everyone had mourned the loss of Tech but nobody more than Lorraine and his brothers. But to say Dasibri wasn't saddened and burdened by it was incorrect. "Tech died honorably. And I as difficult as it is to stomach..." She hated the words about to come out of her mouth. But it didn't make them any less true. "But it was his call. I'm sorry. Okay, I am so sorry." She apologized. "Now listen okay-"

Lorraine felt her blood boil. "No." She seethed. "No, you listen." She spat. "Tech died and he's never coming back. I don't want to hear a word from you about it." Lorraine said angrily.

Standing there, Dasibri could only blink. She felt a strange sense of deja vu. Almost as if she'd had a similar conversation before. A long time ago, she'd had a very similar conversation with Anakin. And as the seconds passed Dasibri could pinpoint the similarities until she began to grow concerned. The anger, the attitude, it scared her.

"Crosshair tried to kill you. Tried to kill all of us. And then when you gave him the option he didn't take it. He left. He chose. So before you try and tell me to cope, I'm gonna need to tell you that he doesn't want your help. And a murderer like that, doesn't fucking need it. Alright? Cope with that, and then try and kriffing tell me what to do." Lorraine spat.

The girl grabbed her bag and Tech's goggles off the bed. She was leaving. They shouldn't of been trying to find that stupid laboratory. They should of been hiding. They should of run and his the second they left the temple.

It was stupid to of done anything else. Lorraine felt bad about leaving before they would of found Omega. But she would of lost her mind even further if she knew just how long it would actually take them...

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