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eufiemoon · 6 months

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How to Make: Electronic Wings for Cosplay

Hello Everyone! It's been a while since I last uploaded a written tutorial on here and since I just finished and wore my Dame Aylin cosplay this last weekend it seemed appropriate to jump back in with a tutorial on one of the costume pieces!

Her wings were the star of the show this weekend and I know a lot of people were curious about how I made them! A huge source of knowledge and inspiration behind these wings was this video by Axceleration, I made a few changes to the frame shape and electrical circuitry for mine but her tutorial was a huge stepping stone to give me the confidence to tackle them myself!

Health and Safety:

When working with Sintraboard (as well as other thermoplastics) it is incredibly important you wear a respirator as well as goggles when heating, moulding and cutting it. The fumes this plastic will give off when heated up are no joke! Make sure you're in a well-ventilated space!

Basic tool safety knowledge is also really important! wearing gloves when using power tools can be more dangerous in most situations, so always be aware of where your hands are vs where the tools are. Always cut away from yourself and take things slowly, don't panic.

Electrical safety! You're working with live wires and circuitry! make sure your hands are dry, you aren't touching the bare wires at any point when they are connected to a power source, and if you choose to solder anything, make sure you're wearing heat-proof gloves and a mask in a ventilated space!

Tools

Wire stripper

Screwdriver and wrench

Dremel - I recommend the Dremel 3000 rotary tool personally! Some essential Dremel bits you'll need for this include, a sanding bit, drill bit (smaller or same size as your screws/bolts), and a small/narrow cutting bit. These will usually come with the Dremel!

Heat Gun (A hairdryer will not get hot enough to heat the Sintraboard!!)

Pipe cutter (alternatively you can use a hacksaw for this!)

Hacksaw

Ruler

Scissors (for cutting fabric straps)

Materials

Heat shrink Tubing

2 core electrical wire

switch (you want a three position, six pin switch, like this one, even better if it has the Screws on the pins! otherwise you'll need a soldering kits to solder the wires to the pins.

2x 8AA 12v Battery Holders

2x 12v Linear Actuators (Mine had a stroke length of 100mm)

21.5mm PVC Pipes (I got 2x 3m Lengths)

2x 21.5mm PVC Pipe straight couplers

6mm 8"x12" Sintraboard

Nuts/Bolts/Screws (I used M5 bolts for the base & Actuator connectors and M6 screws to attach the hinges to the pipes! You'll need Washers for every Nut & Bolt!)

Hinges (I used 2.5cm wide hinges that were skinny but long so they would just about fit along the PVC pipe! 3" gate hinges would work!)

50 metre Polythene Jiffy foam roll (in retrospect this was ALOT of foam, you could definitely get away with maybe a 20-30 metre roll! I now have a load leftover XD)

16 AA Batteries (I used 16 and had enough for the whole day with them on, I think They'd probably be enough for another half a day-full day too! but have spares just in case!)

Webbing strap ( I went for grey to match my base suit colour!)

Buckle - as wide as the webbing strap you use!

3 metres of white cotton fabric (or whatever colour wings youre going for!)

Optional

Zipties (for cleaning up the wires)

Lets Go!

Sintraboard is this wonderfully stable thermoplastic that is relatively easy to cut into (with the right tools) and when heated allows you to mould its shape! I started by using a mannequin and heating the Sintraboard with a heat gun for a few minutes to make it pliable, I recommend using gloves for this part as the materials gets VERY HOT! Press the board into the shape of the mannequin's back, taking note of the edges especially! you want this board to sit as comfortably to your body shape as possible as it makes a huge difference to how long you can wearing the wings for in this backplate is comfy!

Once shaped, I placed it against my back to make sure it was a good fit, heating again and making any alterations I needed (again don't place bright hot plastic to your bare skin! wear protective clothes and wait till its slightly cooler to do this, with the help of a friend!). I then took a hacksaw and rounded the corners, before sanding the edges with my Dremel! Try to avoid cutting off loads, just enough to make things less likely to snag.

3. I then cut in four holes, wide enough to feed my webbing strap through, two at the top and one on either side below where my arms would sit! I measured the webbing strap by firstly feeding them through the top holes and pinning them, and then bring the strap over my should to everything sits where it should and seeing where the strap hits the side hole and cutting the length there! you'll also want a strap that attaches across the chest, meeting in the centre with a buckle!

4. After sewing the straps closed I was able to move onto the PVC pipe structure! This may change slightly depending on the finished shape you want but I needed the PVC pipes to come out from inside a breastplate so had a particularly angle as well as character references to work with! I began by heating the pipe over my heat gun and flattening a portion of it under a heavy object so it would sit much more flush against the backboard and sit better underneath my breastplate before moving onto securing the first portion of the structure to the backplate. This mainly involved lots of try-ons and measuring to make sure the angles were correct and symmetrical and was quite fiddly but well-worth the effort! I'll include a diagram of the general shape I went with below:

5. I wanted my wings to be relatively modular for ease of travel so I needed to make sure certain portions of them could come away from other parts easily, so I popped a straight coupler on the top of the pipes that were attach to the breastplate, this also meant I could slot the breastplate over these shorter pipes and wear everything correctly! Then these second pipes slot on and at the other end they are attached via hinges to the longest portion of the pipe 'skeleton', Diagram below:

6. Now that the skeleton was put together, it's time for the electrical stuff! It's a good idea to figure out where your circuit is going to lay on the skeleton - consider if you want the battery packs mounted the the backplate or, like me, put them inside the actual wings in removeable pockets for easy access and removal for battery changes. all your wires will go through the switch so deciding where you want to place that is very important! Mine was placed just over my shoulder on the front side, mounted to the PVC pipe with a metal cover I drilled a hole into to slip the switch through and then drill through the pipe.

I've included another diagram below that explains all the electrical circuitry, including which wires go on which pins on the switch!

Important to note: The linear actuators need to be placed and bolted into the PVC pipes at *exactly* the same angle on each side, any slight deviation will lead to the wings going up wonkily! So take your time and make as many adjustments as necessary.

7. You can extend your wires by adding on the electrical wire, just match the colours, and put heat shrink tubing over the connections to hide the live wires! I ended up zip-tying the wires into organised bundles once the wings were done to help keep everything safe from snags.

8. Now its time for the Wings themselves! I drafted my base pattern by just draping the white cotton fabric I had over the wing when it was fully extended. I then pinned the wings to the shape I wanted them to be along the bottom before cutting along the pins. I ran the fabric through my sewing machine to close the bottom edge, leaving a gap wide enough by the wing base so I could slip the wing on and off, closing it with velcro. I also added little fabric pockets inside of these to hold my battery packs, which also connected via velcro for easy removal!

9. Now that I had a wing base I was able to begin making feathers! I cut out a total of 800 feathers out of polythene jiffy roll for these wings, in 6 different styles and using real life bird wings to dictate the shapes I used and where I placed them. I ended up hot gluing every individual feather onto the white fabric base, going row by row until every side was covered, the wing covers themselves are super light because of the foam feathers and they shine light through them in a really magical way!

Optional: I also ended up going over these feathers with my airbrush and some super light beige paint to help darken the shadows, this is entirely optional and may change depending on the wings you're looking to make!

When in neutral position and in extended position the wings looks like this:

Mine had a wingspan of about 7ft total when fully extended but when in neutral position they were fairly close to my own proportions! mainly staying behind me and weren't much of a problem in a packed con hall!

Photo by: Helloimfran (on Instagram and Twitter)

I hope this tutorial helped and if there are any questions about anything in specific don't hesitate to reach out at [email protected] or on my instagram or twitter (@eufiemoon)

Happy Crafting!

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teresalace · 2 years

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"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Gaplin x Female Reader (this is my first dark fic🥺) PART 1

PART 2

source: Netflix show- Wednesday

Words: 3340

Warning: Mentions of blood, psychological.

• my note: I haven't watched the show 👀 so this is just me writing whatever I felt could be possibly true from the few articules I've read. Hope everyone can enjoy this last braincell of mine writing this 😤 my holiday is still going on! SHOUT OUT TO MY WRITER SISTER- HMUE LAY. Please guys be patient for part 2 💖☺️ much appreciated for the tips too!!

Summary: Life used to be perfectly normal until you got word of your mother, Laurel Gates (Professor Thornhill), being detained somewhere private after the big event at Nevermore Academy. Now, all alone, it was up to you to take care of things at home and act every bit of what a distraught kid would look like. But you couldn't sit back and do nothing, especially with knowing your mother's 'pet' wasn't going to be taken good care of in prison. You were going to do something and tie some loose strings, like mother like daughter.

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"Last one." The silvery shine of a pair of tweazers as it releases a small insect into the spiky open mouth of a Venus flytrap, was more self-soothing than you thought as you placed the tool down. "I'll be back after a few days, I promise. So make sure to miss me," you whispered to them, lightly brushing your fingertips over the skin of the plants like your mother would.

Among the cluster of exotic plants your mother had grown at home, You lovingly watched your favourite, the last Venus flytrap snap Its leafy mouth shut before you left the house with strapped on bags. Feeding times were fun and all but you were running out of time, it's the house gardener's turn to look after the plants now.

Speedily, you rushed off towards the forest once outside and zipped your jacket up fully while shivering in the freezing cold wind of the night. You lowered your head and kept walking fast.

Hopefully no one saw or recognized you in the streets though you doubt anyone would, it's a small pilgrim world in this town and staying vigilant is key to not look suspicious.

Looking back in the direction of your home, you gave a final whisper to your dearest pet plants. "Sorry guys, mama isn't going to be coming back anytime soon. But rest assured, I will." If you didn't get killed. . . . Maybe hours had passed by with every crunch of dead leaves beneath your shoes, but you weren't sure and you didn't want to waste your cellphone battery by checking the time. You knew where to go and you had to hurry, who knows if the Hyde would be relocated by the time you arrive there.

The beaming of the full moon illuminated through the woods and guided you towards a familiar hiding place, a discernable cave where mother's emergency car hid in. And you held the very keys to it, in hand.

Maybe you've underestimated the amount of times it would take to power up the engine of an old semi-used car, but still you persisted in driving the mungy brown thing out of town and you did, as soundlessly as possible in the dead of night.

And as much as you could manage to nagivate your way through the woods with having the car headlights lead the way, it was more than difficult to track down the path of where the prison van went. Especially knowing it's been almost half a day since that van took off to god-knows-where.

Throwing sidelong glances here and there out in the moonlit dark, you finally slowed the car down after passing by enough thick trees and unfamiliar shrubs to know you were most likely near the intersection.

What actually made you stop the car were the bright strips of orange fabric scattered across the asphalt road in the direction of the woods, not too noticable at first glance but you were pleased to find a clue so early on to where mother's pet had gone.

Like breadcrumbs leading you on the right path, you left your car, pocketing a flashlight in case of emergency, and followed the pieces of fabric as they grew smaller in size and sparse into the forest.

Nevermind the fear of getting lost as your heart shook inside of you the farther you walked from the car, the chill of the biting wind barely calmed your body heating up the moment you spotted splotches of something like blood on the forest ground. You were close, you felt it.

Then you heard it, among the sounds of the night-critters and chripping grasshoppers, a heavy rugged breathing was unmistakably ahead. With a shivering pulse, you slowly stepped towards the area, turning behind a tall tree and saw a shirtless person laid there against the bark.

Eyes shut, disheveled curly hair, long scratches across his face that seemed to be covered in dark liquid, while his chest heaved for air. In the pale moonlight where anything and anyone could disappear, was Tyler Gaplin.

You found him.

It would've been nicer if you had brought a miniature pillow to wake the guy up with but your boots will do the trick for now. So you gave a light kick against his leg, once, twice until giving up at the lack of response.

You crouched near him to whisper, careful to avoid touching the ground and protecting your zippered jacket. "If you're awake you should get up, I'm not going to carry you all the way to the car." No answer.

"I should've expected this. . ." You mumbled.

It would've been better for you to discover him dead but he got lucky. Really lucky. Looks like you'll have to do this the hard way. You pulled back the sleeves of your jacket and grabbed the ankles of the guy, slowly and gently, lugging him across the ground, all the while avoiding branches and rocks where his head could hit. . . .

His heavy body easily slumped like a spinless leaf in the backseat of your car when you didn't bother to try readjusting his position, but you were already out of breath from dragging him the whole time.

Plus the blackseat was now dirtied by him but you weren't going to charge him, even though you should, considering how much easy he made it for you to find him. (Though he could've made things easier if he just disappeared but. . . You'll take what you can get)

Sure he'll deal with a sore neck or back but it wasn't your problem to deal with, you aren't a charity case after all. Only cleaning up the mess your mother made.

You momentarily stretched your back before getting in the driver's seat to drive, glancing often in the rear view mirror at the unconscious body showing no signs of awakening.

Good, you just needed some time before reaching the next town; Waterbury.

Little did you know then that from behind you, a pair of dark green eyes were awake and watching your every move.

. . .

Luckily for you, the dimly lit streets of Waterbury were barren and your job was made much easier to drive your car into the driveway of mother's second house.

It was convenient timing, you admit, that she had thought ahead and prepared a 'hideaway' place a year prior before the start of the new school year at Nevermore Academy. . . For what purpose? It wasn't in your interest to find out, mother does what she wants and so do you.

Now onto the second easiest task; to carry the unconcious bloody guy inside the house before anyone could see you two in the cover of darkness. Your arms ached in memory of the intense labour earlier, surely there must be another way of getting things done.

You stepped closer to the car window, wrapping your arms around your sides, peering inside with sharp eyes.

After examining his unmoving face and soft breathing pattern from outside, you guessed he must be fairly awake by now. You leaned your hip against the cold backseat cardoor, the bags strapped onto you weighing a ton on your bones as you lowered your voice to a no-nonsense level where he should be able to hear.

"Are you just going to keep sleeping? If you could, it'd be nice to give some answers to someone who's helping you and maybe walk yourself into your new home." Trying to sound friendly while still being on edge was the hardest task of the day when in reality you wanted to kick him awake but you gave him a couple more seconds to take in what you said.

The initial silence made you gave up and just as you were about to leave him in the car, a muffled groan came from the guy.

". . . What?" A weak, hoarse answer followed behind a slow opening of eyelids. The guy groggily blinked at you like someone who went through the most exhausting series of events.

Which was great. You didn't expect much to begin with so this response was a good enough start.

"Listen to me very carefully, I am trying to help you," technically you are, "my house is right Infront of us and we need to get you inside, immediately," while it's still dark out. You then pointed to your eyes, staring straight into his, now wide awake, "please blink twice if you understand, sir."

He took in a coarse breath and blinked hard at you, slowly moving his body from lying on the backseat.

"I–I understand," the guy said softly, now sitting as upright as he possibly could while keeping his head down. For a split second you hesitated as your fingers curled over the backseat door handle, his meek behaviour surprised you and at worst, gave you the chills. But you dismissed it, not wanting to overthink anything for this week's clean-up. Plus, you think he realized quick that he has no where else to go.

Truth be told, it was nice to enjoy the silence. No compliants whatsoever when you roughly directed him towards the house door, he walked himself inside, sluggish and zombie-like tired and looked around warily at his new environment as you closed the door.

Flipping on the living room lights, you were hugely relieved to see not a single speck of dust in every mahongy corner, of course mother wouldn't allow any place she owns to become messy. On the flip side, once your sweeping gaze settled on a guy's dirt streaked back, more work piled up in your brain. Great, just when you thought you could rest.

You cleared your throat slightly to get his distracted attention, "I'll go get a first aid kit, are you okay with me treating your. . . Injuries?"

He turned around fully, glancing down at you with a neutral, melancholic expression. "Uh, sure." You waited again incase he'd give another input but he stayed quiet, zoning out. It was obvious his mind was nowhere near present even when his body stood there still infront of you.

A part of you itched with curiousity at the monster in human clothing, usually a normie like you wouldn't have ever gotten the chance to have a face-to-face session with an outcast so this was the closest experience you were getting. In the flesh.

Before you went off to find said first aid kit, you intentionally snapped your fingers in a audible click to bring the guy back to earth. "Oh, feel free to continue sleeping or sit wherever you'd like, no one else is here except for you and me. So just make yourself at home," you said lazily, brushing the debris and pieces of dirt off your clothes on the floor mat. This house may as well be his new home since he can't go back to Jericho. Maybe he knew this too.

At your words, he slumped on the large couch and looked as worn out as a used car tire except covered in dried blood and long scratches. It would be better if you didn't ask where he got those wounds from, the last thing you need right now was more messes to clean up. "I'll be right back," you chriped from the stairs and plopped your bags in one of the empty bedrooms. The first aid kits are always located under the beds but you didn't reach for them right away, instead, you shutaway yourself in the bathroom and discreetly called the housekeeper/gardener from home to tell them the change of plans in your duration.

"I'll be back in 2 to 3 weeks time." You whispered into the cellphone receiver, "if and when mother arrives home before me, tell her I found a new interest or something believable that has to do with plant species. I'm counting on you." You hung up fast on the conglomerate of unhappy nosies before you could hear the proper nagging take place.

Now it was your turn to be unhappy and act like you care. You glimpsed at the red bag peeking out from under your new bed, time to play nurse. . . .

When you headed down the stairs, you spotted the guy staring out the only unblinded window. He didn't say a word and neither did you as you unzipped the red first aid kit and using a clean cloth, wiped his exposed upper body of grim and dirt and. . .

Minutes flied by like this, you disinfecting and then bandaging him up in a kindof decent sling while he stayed still and spaced out the entire time, hardly knowing if he's in pain or not from your inexperienced nursing.

Only when you were finished did he show a silver of movement and emotion.

"This town. . . Isn't Jericho." He spoke up first, voice less hoarse and more certain in something. Almost sounding relieved yet mournful.

All you did was nod as he fell dead asleep right there on the couch.

. . .

The morning after took too long to arrive, when you've already made a small plan in mind to ensure the hyde wouldn't become a problem in the future.

The days went by a grueling slow pace, full of watching a guy adjust to living in an unfamiliar house and spending most of the day inside his room excluding his walk to the fully stocked kitchen for food and staring out the window while you were out and about doing research on his issue. There weren't any pockets of time where both you and him could meet until you finally decided to take a break from overloading your brain and crashed onto the couch unceremoniously.

What you didn't expect to see next were a pair of dark green eyes peering down at you with a scarred face more lively and less pale. You raised an eyebrow, making no more attempts to be friendly outside of necessity, "do you want something?"

"Yeah, to ask a question. . . I mean, more than just one question," he said in a casual tone. You noticed he was wearing layered clothing, a jacket over another on top of a collared shirt, it's good he took the 'make yourself at home' phrase literally so you didn't have much else to do for him.

That brightened your mood and eased away the tiredness in your body.

"Then feel free, Galpin," you patted the seat beside you for him to sit, which he did before visibly tensing up.

"I never told you my name–"

"Tyler Galpin. Who hasn't heard of the sheriff's kid?" You didn't mean to but ended up cutting him off, and adding in a shrug as if to say it was dumb of him to ask.

"Right. . . " His shoulders sagged though not enough to indicate he was relaxed, you don't blame him one bit. He looked troubled but that wasn't in your business, you already played nurse to him so playing therapist was exceeding your limits.

Wait, wasn't he about to ask you something? You guessed it's probably about the town.

You crossed your legs, making sure there was distance between him and you. "If you're worried about being found out here, don't be. It's a small town but shouldn't be hard to keep secrets." As long as he kept a low profile and changed his identity, it can't be too hard.

Tyler swallowed, your gaze lingered on the thin scratch marks across his forehead and check, while knitting his brown eyebrows and listening. "Okay, I guess you're right," he sighed lowly, fingers interlinked over his knees, he looked as if he was distracting himself. Hopefully he ran out of questions because you were out of energy to use on him.

"I just . . . Wanted to know how are things in Jericho." He paused shortly to take in a shaky breath, "is my dad doing alright?" He looked like he probably wanted to ask something else but thought it through and decided not to.

Good decision on his part since no one else except for Nevermore students should know about the. . . Monster situation. It's better if possible that he doesn't find out you knew about him.

"Quiet and busy as usual, the school semester's ended," you deadpanned, "I'm not too friendly with sheriff Galpin but last I heard– the bear attacks have become a huge problem so there's a community alert going on." Bear attacks that he was responsible for.

Tyler's steady gaze never wavered once during the length you spoke, he only nodded and thanked you. At this point in time, as you stared at him, a lone boy, something inside of you began to fester and confusion clouded your mind.

Like some lost animal you had brought into your home to give shelter to, you aren't planning to stay any longer than necessary to befriend or grow attached to him. . . Yet the idea of watching over his 'progress' and hopefully pushing him towards leading a normal life sounded enticing.

You may have been staring for long too or too intensely at Tyler when he waved an open hand Infront of his face. "Uh, you. . . Okay?"

Blink. You blinked again, refocusing on his expression showing slight concern. "I got lost in my thoughts." Not wasting another second, you stood up from the couch, "bye then, Galpin."

There wasn't much to talk about in the first place and you wanted an excuse to avoid spending more time with him, he wasn't a house plant, he can eat, sleep and entertain himself without your help. That's right, you could finally rest again.

The moment you were about to leave, you felt a strong tug behind you. He stopped you by grabbing onto the hem of your blouse. "Hey, wait."

And so you did, turning your head around slowly towards him expectantly. "Yes?" You say in a nice and polite tone. Hoping this wouldn't be a waste of your time.

"Uh– I wanted to say thanks. I don't know what would've happened to me in those woods if you hadn't helped me, thank you. . ." He trailed off his sentence almost welcoming you to input something, like your name. But why would you? He doesn't need your name to survive.

Maybe it would have been better to tell him straight off that you weren't helping him for his own sake. . . But the opportunity to play a new role you've been eyeing for a long time felt too good to pass up. The savior.

For once a genuine smile popped up on your face as you looked into his shaded emerald eyes, "not a problem, Galpin. Glad I could help." Truly, maybe you did mean those words in the moment but you couldn't tell when your heart was beating intensely with excitement.

Before he could let go of the edge of your blouse, like some instinct unlocked in you and your hand automatically reached for his. Warmly caressing the top of his hand for a second as he released his grip, there was a strange twitch in his brows in reaction but you noted that he didn't move away.

No point in you sticking around after he's said his piece. So you smiled while your good mood was still present and went up the stairs. "Night, Galpin."

He didn't respond until you were already at the top of the stairs. "Yeah. . . Goodnight." He appeared, well, sounded to you, like some wounded animal reminded of their past. Or that could've been your imagination but you thought he sounded shaken.

That made sense, he probably still needs time to settle here. You nodded to yourself.

Figures. You knew he had no one else to rely on except a stranger, you, whose name he didn't even know. And the fact he saw you in a positive light felt. . . Good, similar to the same feeling you'd get from feeding your dear plants back home.

As you laid down on your bed, in your room which was next to Tyler's, a thought came across your head before sleep took over.

You were nothing like your mother, in most aspects. At least that's what you'd think.

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menmusthave · 5 months

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YOUR MUSE'S INVENTORY. [original meme from @treasurechestrpmemes.]

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. (optional: explain their significance.) repost, don’t reblog.

The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

I. Phone ~ Perpetually at 6-15% battery yet never actually runs out of power. She has the standard apps on it, plus ones she uses for work reference: NDR, PDR, CCN, Epocrates Essentials, Medscape, Pedi-Stat, and so on. Beth does have an Instagram account but rarely uses it. She also has a YouTube channel where she doles out advice on occasion. She isn't fond of social media. She does, however, enjoy having portable music. Her Hanai-Sister Jay is her ICE contact, and the first number on speed dial. The next 7 numbers are various take out places with delivery options.

II. Bone athame ~ This is probably Beth's most important item, one she never forgoes. Over eight inches in length, carved with sigils and symbols of her craft, this is her most unique foci, and also her most personal as it is made from her own bone, stained with her own blood. It was created during her initiation into her tradition with all the seriousness one can imagine. The ordeal was gruelling and is not something she really talks about. Typically if someone sees it, either their circumstances are dire or they've made a very final mistake. If Beth can't wear it openly or tuck it into her bag, she does have a space for it that isn't for the squeamish. Best not to ask questions.

III. A full advanced trauma and surgical kit ~ literally everything she would need to preform surgery in the most inconvenient place possible. And while the kit might actually weigh a full third or so of her body weight, there's still a coincidental effect overhanging it. She received it as a gift from her Hanai-Sister. Beth keeps everything fully stocked with fresh supplies.

IV. Leatherman Raptor ~ Sometimes you need the right tool and quickly. Can't waste time searching through your bag. Which is where the raptor comes in handy for Beth. The multi-tool combines stainless steel folding medical shears, a strap cutter, a ring cutter, a ruler, an oxygen tank wrench, and a carbide glass breaker, for mobile/crash emergencies. V. Her brother's zippo/matches ~ For reasons, sometimes a girl needs fire. VI. Coffee ~ Not exactly carried in her bag, Beth typically is never seen out of her house without roughly 30 ounces of Kona coffee, often time a quad shot vanilla coconut milk or soy latte.

VII. Snacks ~ nuts, seeds, granola, shelf-stable applesauce or pudding, maybe pop-tarts or whatever small and quick thing she can get her hands on. Great for a quick boost to one's blood sugar, and often time the only meal she can manage to get in a typical day.

VIII. Burt's Bees Lip Balm ~ Beth keeps two tubes of it with her all the times, a coconut & pear clear balm, and a tinted lip balm usually hibiscus or red dahlia shares.

IX. A novel or two ~ whatever book Beth is reading at the time. She prefers actual books with pages. She has no preference between paper or hard back.

X. A spare pair of slippahs ~ You never know when you're going to have a flip-flop incident, so it's better to be prepared just in case.

XI. A few travel sized toiletries ~ clean pair of underwear {or bikini bottoms}, toothbrush and paste, hair brush, deodorant. Shampoo and conditioner, moisturiser, soap, lotion, her favourite essential oil perfume, dental floss. XII. Wallet ~ ID, credit cards, debit card, somewhere in the neighbourhood of one hundred dollars in various paper money, half used subway passes, upwards of four half used loyalty cards for Jay's coffee shop, spare car key, spare house key. And three non-slip, tangle free hair elastics {rubber bands}. XIV. Almost comically oversized sunglasses ~ {which can, if need be, slip over her regular reading glasses. Beth does not like contacts. XV. Her work keys/hospital credentials. Because she works. And stuff.

tagged by: the ever lovely Bun who pretends to be in charge of @hxllblazer tagging: Heave-ho, all together {but particularly @kylo-wrecked and @nightmarefuele}

#Glowing Like The Metal|Dash Games #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms}#{{Yes-- essentially Beth can absolutely survive a weekend with the things she carries with her.}}

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Silly Game Time: At dawn, we march into GLORIOUS BATTLE! But unfortunately ... our armor shipment got mixed up with the shipment for some cooking show ("Top Chef", maybe? No clue.)

Use a random *letter* generator twice, then look up two cooking tools that start with those letters to find out which will be your improvised helmet and chestplate. Post a picture of each! On a scale of 1 to 10, how much use are they going to be in our now ... less-than-glorious battle?

Ooooooh.

Fork Helmet (hell yeah- if I get two, I can strap them to my ears; 7/10)

2. Electric Mixer Chestplate (strap it facing out as well- nothing like a little blunt force trauma- and, hey, maybe it'll do something if it's a battery powered one; 3.5/10)

#cooking utensils #ask game #thanks for the ask!

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shopping-house · 4 months

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Ultra-X Night Vision Goggles

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#goggles #sports #sunglass

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 38: Silent Symphony

Series Warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a Chapter Warnings: suicidal ideation, disability, violence, reference to death

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Take me, send Tech back. Take me. Send Tech back. Take. Me. Send. Tech. Back. Take-

“Shiani? You awake?” Wrecker’s voice snapped the siren from her half-doze. Her exhausted eyes opened and she sat up from the little nest of pillows shoved behind a couple crates in the hold.

“I’m up.” She murmured, holding up an arm. “Will you help me up?”

The gentle giant nodded, his large hand carefully grasping her forearm and pulling her off her ass to her right foot. Her left didn’t quite touch the ground, and Wrecker was ever-so-kind as he helped her to her crutch so she could limp to the work bench.

She’d woken from a three week coma to the realization she would never walk unassisted again. Her crushed pelvis had healed inward, stopping the ball and socket joint from fully flexing. She could bring her knee to her chest but not fully straighten it, and the leg could no longer bear her weight on that side at all. “Thank you.” She said, reaching for her tools.

Laid on the table was her only project, a carefully measured and meticulously built leg brace. It would support her damaged pelvis and stabilize her lower back, with a metal foot that could reach the ground. She’d be able to control it by knee positioning, and the electronic sensors she'd built would lock it in place to keep her upright and supported.

She'd never turn flips the way she used to, but with practice she might be able to run.

Wrecker sat and watched her work as she ran diagnostics and adjusted things, looking at the rubberized pad on the metal foot. “How's this thing going to stay powered? I don't see a power cell anywhere.” He asked mildly, starved for conversation and connection. The siren didn't talk much anymore, and Hunter was dead focused on finding a lead that would help them find Omega. Nothing was right, not since Eriadu, and he was holding Hunter's fragile sanity together single-handedly. He might have been doing it for Shiani too, but it was hard to tell.

“Power cells are inefficient. I can't afford my leg to just turn off. There's a kinetic battery in the back. It's powered by my heartbeats.” Shiani shrugged. “If those stop, I won't need the leg anymore. Will I?””

Wrecker winced. “Aww, Shiani. Don’t talk like that…”

Her hands stopped moving on her brace and she looked up. There was a bluish, still raw scar on her left cheek from the fall, probably the least damaging of her many mostly-healed wounds. She’d woken up a month ago, and seeing her like this was still strange to the clone heavyweight. His sassy, happy siren sister who’s laughter could warm up the coldest flight through space… she wasn’t supposed to be so quiet and serious.

But she wasn’t supposed to be a widow, either.

“Sorry.” She said with a wince. “I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

Wrecker was surprisingly light handed when he needed to be, and patted her shoulder with more restraint than he’d ever seen. “It’s alright. You just need time. We all do.”

“We need to find Baby Mega.” She sighed, pulling the brace off the table and pushing herself up to her good foot so she could start trying to put it on. It had shoulder straps that could fit under her armor and arms that adjusted over the slope of her waist, so it was easiest to put on while she was standing. Wrecker got up to hold her steady as she let go of her crutch in order to secure herself.

It didn’t escape Wrecker that it was the same crutch Tech had used when he’d broken his leg, and that the brace design was not dissimilar to the one she’d made for his dearly departed brother. It was even the same leg… but Tech had received nearly immediate care and the brace was temporary. AZI had explained, while Shiani had been comatose at Shep’s house on Pabu, that the delay and Shiani’s own refusal to sleep had caused her pelvis to heal incorrectly. She’d been fortunate her broken ribs hadn’t displaced, or she wouldn’t have been able to breathe. As it was, even when she tried to shift into her full siren form, two tentacles were curled tight and unresponsive at her side, no longer purple but a dull and bloodless gray. She said turning back was painful now, as well.

She got herself buckled in and looked at him. “Let’s hope this works.”

Wrecker took a step back. “Take a step. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

You tried to, didn’t you? You would have caught us if you could.

Shaking off the thoughts that lingered like a heavy coat in the summer, she stepped with the brace first. It moved as anticipated, though it would take time to get used to the new way she’d have to move to walk. Wrecker was smiling, encouraging, with his hands outstretched for her. She felt like she was back in her cave again, trying to walk for the first time so she could be nimble on her feet when she finally showed Tech. She’d practiced for weeks before showing him her legs, only for him to get distracted by the face she wasn’t wearing pants.

She went to take the next step, to put weight on the brace. It was calibrated and padded, the mechanics were flawless. She was sure of it. She hadn’t, however, anticipated just how much it was going to hurt when the pressure moved from her good leg to her bad. She gasped and pitched forward, Wrecker catching her against his chest before she could fall. “Shiani!”

She gripped his forearms, eyes closed. “... I’m alright. Let me try again.”

“Did you trip?” He frowned. “Maybe you can take a break-”

“No. Push me upright, let me try again. The brace worked, it just hurts.” She clung to his arm as he straightened her back on both feet.

“If it hurts, maybe we need to find you something else. We could call Echo. He’s got prosthetics, he could-”

“Echo lost both legs, his are totally metal from the hip down.” She murmured. “I’d be better off with an amputation, honestly, but there’s no time to heal from that. I won’t hold us back from finding Baby Mega. Just… let me try again.”

Wrecker made a sad noise and sighed, taking a step back but holding onto her hands. “Okay.”

She met him with a step forward, eye twitching at the pain, but held herself upright. Wrecker took another step back, and Shiani followed. Her breathing was sharp, but she was upright, and she kept walking across the hold until she got to the cockpit door and put her hand against it. Wrecker followed her worriedly. “I’m okay.” She muttered. “It just hurts. I’ll be okay.”

“There’s gotta be something we can do to help that.” He put a warm hand on her back.

“Standard recovery period for this kind of injury is between 8 to 12 weeks for a human.” She mumbled. “I don’t know what my bone density is in comparison… But it’s only been 9 weeks, so it might get a little better with time.”

“Why can’t you wait some? You might make it worse, walking on it.”

“I can’t wait anymore. Baby Mega needs us.” She took a deep breath and keyed her code into the door. It opened, revealing Hunter with his head down and chin on his chest, utterly exhausted in the pilot’s seat. He was run ragged, poor man… “Can you go put him in his bunk, Wrecker? He needs a decent night’s sleep. I’ve got the controls.”

Wrecker nodded, carefully gathering Hunter up in his arms. It was obvious when the sergeant didn’t stir that he was beyond the point of exhaustion. Usually his eyes snapped open at the slightest flicker of movement. Wrecker sighed and looked from his brother to the siren in the pilot’s seat. The ship had never been this empty, but it felt like the walls were closing in on them. “I’m worried about both of you, you know.” He finally said.

“I know, Wrecker. I’m sorry.” She adjusted the display and closed her eyes. “I wish it had been Tech that made it back. He’d know what to do… he always knew what to do.”

“He woulda said the same thing about you.” Wrecker shook his head and carried Hunter to his bunk.

Shiani sank back into the pilot’s seat, flexing her leg in the brace despite the pain. She was just going to have to get used to it, if it didn’t improve… Her eyes flickered to the broken goggles sitting on the console, fingers reaching up to touch Tech’s necklace that lay against her own chest. “You would have, wouldn’t you?” She whispered.

Of course Tech would have said Shiani should have survived, because he’d be in over his head with the emotions of his brothers. This was nothing like the war he’d fought, or the life they’d carved out for themselves afterward… but he would have put it into his little mental box he described to her, missed her quietly the way he missed Echo and Crosshair, and moved forward. It was the most logical conclusion, and what she would have been doing.

If she could stop waking up begging the gods to kill her in his place, maybe she could figure out how to do it herself. Instead, she just reached over and gathered the broken goggles in her hands, smoothing her fingers over the round frames and recorder that wasn’t blinking anymore. She kept thinking about that last recording, the fall, and how it might have been a clue to where his body was being kept, but she couldn’t bring herself to look. She couldn’t watch when they hit the ground, when he went still and motionless but the camera kept rolling and she knew the life had left the brown eyes behind the broken yellow lenses.

She couldn’t watch Tech die. It was bad enough knowing it had happened.

She pressed the goggles to her face, careful of the broken glass. Yes, Tech would have said he wished she had lived, but he'd have known he was the logical choice. The family needed him more. “I love you.” She mumbled softly. “I don't know what I'm doing without you.”

“You ever think about going back to Kamino?”

Shiani was sitting in the pilot’s seat, her seat now, watching hyperspace streak by as Hunter sat next to her. Wrecker was asleep, after yet another lead went cold. It had been months of looking by now, every search ending the same way. The longer it took to find Omega, the more restless they all had become. It weighed heaviest on Hunter, the father by proxy whose child was in the hands of a madman.

Hemlock has Crosshair too.

“No.” She answered simply.

“You won that fight with your brother… you could, if you wanted to. I know this is a lot… and without Tech…” Hunter trailed off. They didn’t talk about Tech. The loss hung in the air around them, but they didn’t talk about him beyond occasional whispers; encouragement because he would have wanted them to endure, or reminders of something useful they’d absorbed during one of his infodumps. Shiani was starved of his presence among them, aching for someone to summon his ghost back with memory. Sirens grieved the same way they loved, singing out the memory of the one they’d lost until the joy could insulate them from pain. As far as she could tell, clones just shoved the loss into the bottom of their heart and tried to soldier on.

Or maybe it was just these two, scared to upset her. She hadn’t cried since the day she’d woken up, bundled in the back of the Marauder, with Hunter leaning over her to put a wet cloth on her feverish forehead. They’d been tiptoeing around her ever since, like she was made of glass. Neither of them would ever forget what she’d looked like when they’d arrived on Pabu to get her from Phee and Shep. Bones exposed, skin burning with an infection that antibiotics were barely touching, and wrapped in bacta soaked cloths for lack of a tank to put her in; neither of them ever wanted to see her so broken. Hunter still remembered the sound her leg had made when he and Wrecker had set the broken femur.

“Do you want me to go?” Shiani looked at him quietly. “After everything you did to save me?”

“No.” Hunter shook his head. “I just… don’t want you to feel trapped. I know Tech was the reason you stayed, and you’re a princess. You might have a better life with your people-”

“I’m a mechanic, and a pilot.” Shiani shook her head. “I stayed because I had a family again. You didn’t stop being my family after Eriadu. If you had, you’d have left me with Phee and Shep.”

“We don’t leave our own behind.” Hunter said it automatically, then winced. “We left you on Eriadu.”

“You thought I was dead. I should have been.” She looked at the controls. “I don’t blame you for that. But that’s why I want to stay. I don’t leave my own behind either.”

We don’t leave our own behind. That’s what Tech said. That’s why we’re looking for Omega. That’s why he died for Crosshair. We don’t leave our own behind.

Hunter nodded quietly. “I’m glad… I don’t know if I can lose anyone else, if I’m honest.”

She slowly reached over and put her tentacle on his hand as it sat on the arm rest. “We’re going to find her, Hunter.” Her voice was quiet and deliberate. “I turned up another lead while you two were out on that last run.”

Hunter’s head snapped toward her. “What did you find?”

“I hunted down Roland Durand based on his credit chit usage. He’s on Devaron, and I got in contact with him.”

“The gangster who stolen Cid’s Parlor? We should have let him keep it.” Hunter growled.

Shiani raised a hairless eyebrow. “You know I can just go over there and handle her, right? I’ve offered four times.” She’d been fantasizing about sinking her fangs into Cid since Wrecker had told her about the trandoshan’s double cross that led to Omega’s capture. She’d known Cid was selfish, but she hadn’t realized how cruel that selfishness could be. She promised herself one day she’d make Cid pay for her mistake.

“Maybe after we find Omega. I wouldn’t mind knowing she’s not a problem anymore.” Hunter sighed.

Shiani nodded. “I won’t be the only one walking with a limp.” She buffed her claws on her shirt front mildly. “At least for a while, since Trandoshans can regrow limbs.”

“Let’s focus on what’s most important. What’s the lead?” He shook his head. He didn’t doubt she’d maim Cid, given half a chance. But he needed to find Omega first.

“Roland says his mother’s syndicate has been keeping tabs on members of the Advanced Science Division, and may have a base location. He can’t verify how good the information is, but he can get us an audience with Isa Durand, but she won’t work with us unless we give her something she wants.”

Hunter rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Like what?”

“We’ll need to hunt down the Pyke that cut his horn off, and bring him to her. Bonus if we recover the horn too.”

Hunter sighed. “Got any leads on that?”

Shiani smiled darkly and held up her datapad, letting Hunter take it from her hands. “The masks are unique. I cross referenced Tech’s old recording with security footage from Oba Diah, got his name, and found his ship’s identifier codes. Here’s the coordinates.”

Hunter stared at her, eyes wide. “... are you aware of how brilliant you are?”

“I just used the resources available.” She shrugged. Tech was the brilliant one. I’m just using what he taught me. He taught me everything…

“Set the nav, I’ll go brief Wrecker.” Hunter nodded.

“Let him sleep until we hit the fuel depot.” She shook her head. “He's trying so hard to take care of you and me.”

The sergeant sank into his seat and nodded. “He thinks I’m being too reckless.”

“You are. But I get it.” She adjusted the way she sat, hip aching. It was better than it had been, but she was pretty sure by now this was permanent pain. “You’ve always been her dad. From the first day we left Kamino, I saw it in your eyes.”

Hunter nodded. “I’m so worried about her…”

“I know. So am I… but your squad was the best of the best the Republic had to offer. And you trained her. She’ll be able to hold on.” Her jaw shifted and she swallowed hard. Baby Mega was one of the last slivers of joy she might still have in life, without Tech. She had to be okay… Even if Shiani got her back and she wasn’t the same. That was okay, because Shiani wasn’t the same anymore either. “We’ll find her.”

Hunter nodded, leaning over his knees. Part of him wanted to check in on her more, to make sure she was really okay and ask where her head was. But he wasn’t sure he could open that can of worms with himself either. Shiani just adjusted the navi-computer and put a tentacle on his back soothingly.

They were in this together, her and her brothers, on their quest to find their little sister. This little family and the Havoc Marauder were the only things Tech had left her when he died.

“You coming?” Wrecker had the cuffed Pyke firmly by the scruff as he and Hunter stepped off the ship on Devaron. “You set the whole thing up.”

Shiani hesitated, standing in the doorway. Of course she wanted to go, get off the Marauder for a few minutes and stretch her legs. She’d been stuck on the ship for every mission, unable to keep up and unwilling to put the guys in more danger trying to protect her. Right now she didn’t want to make bargaining with Isa Durand harder, if she had a very visible show of weakness in the way she limped along.

Hunter held a hand out to help her down the steps. “You’re coming with us.” He said firmly. “You’re our sister. You belong right with us.”

Shiani nodded and let him help her down before following him and Wrecker into the Devaronian fortress. Wrecker handed the captured Pyke off to Hunter, who shoved him aggressively through the door once they were let into the main room. Wrecker followed up as security, while Shiani followed at the back of the pack.

Isa Durand was both beautiful and somewhat terrifying on her throne, but her son Roland was standing by as an intermediary between her and the people she met with. “You three are brave to enter my court. If it weren’t for my son vouching for you, I would have never agreed to an audience with you.”

Hunter reached into his pocket and tossed the severed horn trophy they’d taken off the Pyke to Roland, who caught it with a smile. “This is the Pyke who disgraced the Durand family. He’s all yours.”

As her guards took the screaming Pyke away, Isa eyed them one by one and noted the damage their armor had sustained. It told a story of a hard journey, the two men’s chest plates worn with countless battles as they followed leads for Omega’s whereabouts. Shiani’s still bore the fall damage, and Lady Durand was no fool. All three of these people were desperate and had walked through hell. She sat on the throne and held the power, but they were not to be trifled with. She’d meant it when she said only because her son vouched for the would she ever agree to meet. They’d saved her son’s life. They had some honor. “You must have been desperate, to cross the Pykes. And what is it that you ask of me in return?”

“Royce Hemlock stole someone precious to us, and we intend to get her back. Your syndicate has information on high ranking Imperials.” Hunter’s voice was somewhat less polite than it should have been while dealing with a syndicate leader. “We kept our end of the bargain.”

Shiani put her hand on his shoulder as Isa’s eyes narrowed, taking over and limping forward. “Your son told you what happened on Ord Mantell, didn’t he?”

Isa nodded sternly. “He told me you interfered in a deal with the Pykes.”

“Did he tell you who convinced the Pykes not to kill him?” Shiani didn’t back down, but her voice was more mannered. Only slightly, but still.

Isa looked at Roland, who had been mulling over that day since it had happened. “The little girl spoke first.” He finally said. “And asked them to spare me. Then her… she said if they harmed me, my family would be out for revenge. Then, when it was over, she told me to come back home.” He said honestly after a moment.

His mother nodded thoughtfully. “Step a little closer.” She told Shiani, and the siren limped a few steps closer. She knew she was standing on a trap door, she was no fool, but she stood with her shoulders back and her weight on her good leg to meet the gang leader’s eyes. “I’ve seen your face before.”

“I testified in front of the senate a few months ago.” Shiani nodded.

“The Kaminoan princess.” Roland blinked, head spinning around to look at her. “I saw that news holo.

“For all the good it did.” She shook her head. “I’ll hand you my crown right now for that information, Lady Durand. The little girl Hemlock took is worth more to me than every pearl in the Belowcities of Kamino.”

Isa raised an eyebrow, but looked at her son and nodded. When she pressed a button on her arm rest, a bridge appeared between Roland and the platform Shiani and the clones. He stepped over, holding out a data chip that Hunter took. “Hemlock’s location is closely guarded by the Empire, but our sources managed to find this as a possible location for a lab.” Hunter held the chip like it contained his last ounce of hope. Shiani reached into her bag and pulled out her crown, starting to hand it to Roland when he shook his head. “That won’t be necessary, Princess. It wasn’t a part of the bargain.

Isa nodded. “Now go, before my generosity runs out.”

Shiani inclined her head. “Thank you, Lady Durand. And Roland. Thank you for helping us.”

“I wish you luck in finding her.” He whispered, as they turned around to go back to the ship.

Once they got back to the ship, Shiani got them in the air and Hunter started looking at the coordinates the Durands had supplied. “You ever heard of Setron, Shiani?” He asked as he gave the location to Shiani and she entered it into the navi-computer before launching them into hyperspace.

She glanced at her datapad, pulling up Tech’s files. He’d synced her datapad to his own a few weeks before Eriadu, which had been in her mind the purest form of the way Tech loved. “Here, cyar’ika. Here’s access to all the knowledge I’ve compiled. It’s yours. I want you to know. I want you to see.”

“It’s a jungle planet, with limited data.” She finally said. “Likely difficult terrain, no matter what we find.”

Wrecker sighed. “Echo and Rex won’t be able to meet us there for two more rotations.”

“Omega can’t wait that long.” Hunter protested, getting up to start pacing.

“Hunter. The last time we stormed and Imperial base.. We didn’t all make it out.” Wrecker dropped his voice and glanced over at Shiani, who’s head dropped low at that.

“Omega’s been gone too long already. I won’t leave her another day-” The edge of something hysterical was buried in Hunter’s throat, and Wrecker spotted Shiani’s chair spin in a circle slowly behind him.

“What you’re going to do is recon, Hunter.” She snapped, and he spun around to find her eyes narrowed, mouth twitching as she fought the urge to bare her teeth. “And if Baby Mega is in there, we wait. We get help. You are not throwing your life away on a desperate attempt, you hear me?”

He stared at her, buffering like he couldn’t quite understand that she was telling him what to do? “... how the hell are you giving me orders? You’re a civilian.”

“I’m also flying the ship, arranged you getting the coordinates, and I’m running out of legs to fuck up.” She pointed at him sternly. “Recon. Only.”

Hunter’s fists balled up, but he knew she was right. “...Fine.”

She turned back around in her chair, rubbing the sides of her face as her mouth ached. She wasn’t good at arguing with the guys. She hated it, but if it was what it took to keep them alive she’d be willing.

Shiani set the ship down carefully and saw the guys out, giving Wrecker a look as Hunter charged ahead. “Keep the sergeant out of trouble, Wreck.” She muttered, glancing around. “The scanners aren’t working here.”

“I’ll try. You know how he is.” Wrecker sighed and headed after his brother.

Shiani limped back to the cockpit and engaged the ground defenses before tossing her good leg up on the console grumpily. “Your brother’s are hardheaded.” She said to the goggles on the console. “I love them, you know I do. But you’d have been able to wrangle them. They need wrangling… I need wrangling.” Her voice trailed off, staring at the broken lenses. Yellow was such a happy color… or it used to be. “It’s too quiet in here, Tech. You’re supposed to be in here, telling me every detail about a leaf or a bug… You’re supposed to talk. I love it when you talk. Sirens aren’t meant for quiet…”

There was no answer. She knew there wouldn’t be, but sometimes she wanted to hear his voice so bad she could rip her skin off. The ache of a wanting that could never be filled hurt more than her hip, more than the fall… almost as much as the moment she’d seen the discarded helmet laying on the ground by a bloody Imperial footprint and knew he was never coming back.

She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes, listening to the quiet without the air recyclers or engines dull roar. She could have hummed or sang… before Eriadu, she would have if Tech had left her in the ship by herself. Now she couldn't seem to find the song in her hearts that she needed. It had gone quiet and dull without Tech…

What will we do once we find Omega. The Empire took her, what do they want with her? What will we do about Crosshair? I can’t forget about him, Tech loved him too much. Should I kill Cid first, or go after him? If I find him, how would I convince him to come with me? He doesn't even know me, really… But how do I even get to that point if Hunter doesn’t stop trying to get himself killed. And poor Wrecker, dealing with that and whatever’s wrong with me… I feel like a hollow shell, and I don’t know how to exist anymore…

She’d been lost in her thoughts for a long time when the hatch opened and she turned in her seat. Wrecker was coming up the hatch, and gave her a little wave. “We’re not back yet.”

“Recon go okay?” She frowned, turning fully around.

Wrecker nodded as he strapped their gonk droid to his back upside down, much to the poor little thing’s displeasure. “The base here was destroyed in an orbital bombardment, but we found a couple cadets who survived. Hunter offered them a ride off the planet after we check out the ruins. One of the kids thinks he can get us in, but we’ll need Gonky to get the terminal going and make sure Omega wasn’t here…” His shoulders slumped a little. “I don’t think she was. I hope she wasn’t.”

Shiani nodded, going quiet. “What do you need me to do?” She asked after a minute.

“Can you find anything in Tech’s notes about slither vines? They attacked us earlier.” Wrecker nodded. “And can you get out through the jammer?”

“I’ll boost the transmitter and it should work. It might be patchy, but it’s better than nothing.” She nodded. “Throw me my cane?”

Wrecker picked up a collapsable piece of metal with a wrist cuff off the workbench. “You finish it?”

“Yup, and made a holster that attaches to my brace. Blaster on the right, electrostaff-cane on the left.” She nodded, flicking it so it opened and pressing a button to lock the cane in position, then using it to get herself on her feet. “Call me if you get into trouble and I’ll come get you.”

“Thanks, Shiani.” He patted her head carefully and ran out, closing the ramp behind him. She heard cadet voices outside for a moment, and it made her pause at the memory of the first human voice she’d ever heard. Tech had been a cadet then, too.

She shook her head and got herself down to the floor to work on the transmitter. There were more important things than her grief… she kept telling herself that, but she still couldn’t figure out how Tech compartmentalized his emotions so damn well. She just wanted to cry, all the time.

The transmitter was mostly fixed when Shiani heard a static-pop sound, just before the hatch opened. She frowned, cocking her head to the side as she sat up from under the console. That sounded like someone overriding the ship’s ground security protocols to open the hatch, which Hunter and Wrecker would never need to do. She reached for her blaster, using her tentacles to balance on the floor as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

This was less than ideal, as she needed time to get up with her can and the number of steps she heard meant more than one person. She’d have to hope she could outshoot them, because there was no way she could dodge-

Two heads of shaggy brown hair appeared, looking the opposite way. “Woah… you sure you can fly this thing, Mox?”

“I was the top of my class. But where are we going to go?”

“Anywhere but here-”

“You aren’t going anywhere.” Shiani said firmly. These were kids, the clone cadets Wrecker had mentioned, and she had no real desire to shoot them. But they were still intruders in her home. “Hands in the air. Both of you.”

The two boys turned around slowly, facing the business end of a blaster and the siren on the floor. “Who are you?” The taller one, Mox, blinked.

“What are you?” The other boy asked.

“I’m the pilot. Where’s Hunter and Wrecker?” She demanded.

“Easy, miss. They went to the ruins with our brother Deke.” Mox said, eyeing the pistol in her hand.

“So you tried to steal their ship and leave them stranded here?” She wasn’t letting them off the hook, kids or not. “Was that the plan?”

They both looked equally ashamed, and the shorter one sighed. “They went right into the middle of the slither vines… there’s almost no way they’re coming back. We were worried that if we waited too long, that we’d lose our chance to escape at all.”

Shiani sighed, watching Mox’s eyes drift towards Lula in the corner. She saw recognition in them, and it could only mean Hunter and Wrecker had said something about Omega. She slowly lowered the blaster. “Hunter was going to give you a ride anyway. Sit somewhere. And leave that blaster alone.”

Both of them walked into the cockpit as she holstered her pistol and struggled her way off the floor, Mox’s eyes now locked on her brace. “You okay, Miss?”

“Yeah.” She slumped back into the pilot’s seat. “I fell off a rail car.”

“You’re a soldier too?” The other boy, Stak, sat down in the co-pilot’s seat curiously while Mox leaned over the back to look at her.

“No. I’m a civilian.”

“You’ve got armor, a blaster, and you’re on an attack shuttle.” Stak pointed out.

“I was married to a soldier. One of the squad… he died a few months ago.” She took a deep breath. “And our little sister got taken away by the Empire. That’s what we’re here for, is to find her.”

“So they were telling the truth.” Mox murmured. “We… no one ever cared about us like that. They took us from Kamino and said they’d finish our training here, then they just locked us up and started taking blood. We got out, just before the bombardment… They left us to die out here.”

“This family doesn’t leave our own behind.” Shiani murmured.

Behind her, the ship comm buzzed. Hunter’s voice was coming through, staticy and breathless. “Shiani, we need a pickup!”

“Buckle up, you two.” She ordered, turning around and closing the hatch. “Welcome to Clone Force 99. Which way to the wrecked lab?”

Mox helped guide her, and she whipped them around midair. “This way, ma’am.”

“Either one of you a good shot?” She asked as she flipped on the floodlights and spotted the guys and a third cadet sinking into a foul-looking swamp with vines attacking them.

“I am.” Stak raised his hand.

“Go get on the main gun. Mox, drop the grappling cables for them.” She banked, opening the hatch again. “What kind of vines are those things? I couldn’t find anything about them in the database…”

“Slither vines. They’re one of the experiments they did here before the bombardment, and it escaped and went wild.” Mox explained as he dropped the cables.

Shiani gritted her teeth when a vine wrapped around the ship and she glanced down, watching a maw open up. “It looks like a sarlacc!”

“We know!” Stak yelled back. “This is why we thought they were gonna die!”

“Fair assumption if it was anyone but these two.” She muttered, hanging onto the controls for dear life as the plant-monster tried to drag them down. “... is it fire proof?”

“I don’t think so.” Mox looked over at her, still wrestling with the controls with all her limbs.

“Wrecker keeps a box of explosives…. Rear left in the hold. Drop the whole box.” She glanced down again, into a gaping maw. “Stak, can you shoot it as it goes into the mouth?”

“I think so.”

“Good. Do that.” She leaned on the controls again as another vine started pulling her down. “And hold on tight.”

Wrecker looked up from holding on to the cable and grinned as he saw the cache of ordinance coming down towards the creature trying to eat them. “Hell yeah!”

Hunter had an arm securely around the cadet they had with them, Deke, and glanced down. “Hold on tight, kid.”

Deke nodded, tucking his head into the sergeant’s armored shoulder. When the explosives blew, the vines holding them burned loose and Shiani pulled them up rapidly ahead of the expanding explosion, coming to steady altitude as Mox and Stak helped the others back into the ship.

“Everyone okay?” She turned and looked over her shoulder.

Wrecker pulled his helmet off. “We got data to look at, at least.”

“Well, let’s do it in hyperspace.” She nodded, checking over the system indicators before getting them off the awful planet.

Hunter walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. “Thanks.” He muttered.

“So much for recon.” She eyed him, but couldn’t really be mad. “I’m glad you’re okay. Go worry about the data, I know you’re dying to look. We’re taking these three to Pabu?”

“Yeah. Seems like the best bet.” He nodded. “Can you comm ahead to Phee?”

“Got it.” She reached for her comm, glancing back at Wrecker making fast friends and joking around with the boys.

Hunter looked too. “I see her in their faces.” He said softly.

Shiani just nodded as he went to the bridge to pick the stolen data apart. She totally understood what he was getting at, only… it wasn’t Omega that she saw in the smiles and brown eyes of the three cadets behind her.

Shiani saw Tech.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #fanfic #star wars #tbb tech #song of the sea

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