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DIY Gate Sensor for Home Assistant

[sw5w]

Assassin Droid Spotted

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:14:20

[tinydefector]

Is it too much to ask for a follow-up on the Human' Effects fic?

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This is more just some more information of headcanons I have and how I like writing the bots. So I hope you enjoy it. This one's more on the differences and similarities between humans and Cybertronians.

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Warning: mentions of reproduction, and exploration of body's. Valveplug.

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So this is just a continuation for Human effects. This one also delves into some more information on biological, cultural and different frames and how they interact with each other, humans and other organic Creatures. 

Biological Humans and Cybertronians are vastly different even with quite a few similarities. 

Sparklings and children 

There is a very big difference in the body function of Humans and Cybertronians. Size for one but also Organic DNA and CNA. There are many things which can Line up with the other species but also function very differently 

Such as. 

structure and organ comparison 

Plating - skin

Helm - head

Processor, brain module - brain 

Faceplate- face

Audio Receptors, Audials, Receptor orifices - ears 

Nasal ridge, enstril, olfactory sensors- nose

Optical ridge - eyebrows

Optics, visors  - eyes and glasses sometimes visors are used as optics

Intake- mouth, throat or a breath. 

Denta, denta plating- teeth 

Glossa- tongue 

Mandibles (insecticons) - jaw 

Vocalizer- voice box 

Chin or chin plating are the same 

Chestplate, chassis- chest and higher stomach (abs area) 

Fuel tanks- stomach. 

Backplate, back struts, binary system,  bipedalism - back and spine, spinal cord. 

Servos and digits - Hands and fingers 

Sounder plating - shoulder blades 

Pede - feet 

pump and Spark - heart and soul 

Energon lines - arrays veins. 

Vents - lungs, breath. 

Pelvic plate - pelvis

Aft, tailpipe, skid plate- butt

Interface panel - covered reproduction organs

Spike - penis 

Value - vagina 

Carrier chamber, Gestation chamber - womb

Helm and head

With the fact one is filled with circuitry, coding and wires and the other is filled with flesh, fluid and other organic matter. Humans' heads are covered in hair most times. And even those who aren't their head Is still rather soft and smooth. And the bots love playing with human hair and facial hair when they are allowed too. 

It also leads to humans giving the bots head scratches, and it's something so man you the bots had never thought of and they love it. They will lay their head in their human lap and just enjoy the gentle touches to their Finial, audials, and helm crest. It becomes. Causal thing of the humans using soft little microfiber cloths to clean out dust and dirt from the small crevices in the bots Plating. Head pats and scratches really becomes something that Cybertronians love alot and it makes a lot of humans consider the bots large cats.

Faceplate and Faces. 

One of the things which is very different between humans and Cybertronians is how they show affection to each other. Cybertronians do a thing called a helm hold. Where they each hold their partner's helm in their servos while looking into each other's optics, it's how they show how much they care, because they are focusing only on that one person. And it means alot more after the war, to focus all your attention on just one bots servos shows a lot of trust, affection and love for someone.  

While humans have Hugging, kissing. So the bots are rather confused the first time they are hugged, tensing up not wanting to hurt their human. And they nearly short circuit when the human kisses them it's more out of fear. 

“Do you know how dangerous that is! What if I crushed you!” The bot hisses in panic while looking at their lover. “not to mention the fact that is my Energon Intake! Do you know what energon can do to Humans!” It nearly sends the bot into meltdowns as they hold their lover's face staring into their eyes trying to show them how much they love and care for them. It would break their spark if they accidentally hurt them. 

“it's called a Kiss, I was kissing you” the human tries to explain, their hands cupping around their bots servos. 

“a kiss?” the bot inquired. “Yea I'm sorry if you didn't want it, it's just I thought we were in that part of our relationship” the human begins rambling out of anxiety thinking they had messed up. In the end they both settle for a small gesture in-between. Pressing their head and helm, together as they cradle the other. 

Eventually they will come around to accepting kisses but it is only for very special occasions. Because the bot will make sure that there isn't a trace of energon in their system for their partner's safety. Over time it becomes them pressing soft kisses to each other's noses. 

Skin and Plating 

These are all the parts which somewhat are similar to humans, but also work vastly different than the human body does. So with this listed here are many of the things that vary with the similarities. 

Plating and skin are vastly different due to one being metal and the other being flesh, it's one of the things a lot of the Cybertronians love is how soft Human skin is. They really enjoy just fondling their human companions, pulling their checks, and enjoying how their skin moves. How pliable, warm and squishy they are. Cybertronians finding out about human breasts really takes them by storm. 

“What are those?” the bot asks while pressing a finger to their breast feeling how soft and squishy they are. 

“breast, boobs, tits they have a lot of names” 

“What are they for?” The bot continues to just slowly play with them out of curiosity, not knowing what the human would need them for. 

“they are used for feeding babies, they fill with milk, it's not a constant thing and not everyone's do but they are for feeding babies.” the human tries to explain and it just leaves the bot shocked. 

“You're with Sparkling?” The bot asked as they began fussing over the human more, gently pressing their digits to the human's body more. 

“no, no I'm not pregnant!” They laugh out loud while rather embarrassed. “‘but wouldn't they deflate?” The bot shoots back as their digits begin needing the flesh which makes the humans sigh and lean into the touch. “human babe, don't have the same functions as you.” They tease softly.

 It ends up with one bot having their human lover back pressed to their Chassis. The bot's servos just cupped around their partners breast slowly massaging them as the human leans back just enjoying the feeling because it takes the weight off their back and the cool touch of the metal feels delightful against their skin. 

Heart and spark

The difference between a human heart and spark aren't that different at all. They both pump blood/energon to where it's needed, it's the life provider of the body. Each has a beat or pulse. And the said beat and pulse sounds different. A human's heart beat feels like a thump but to Cybertronians it's an echo. Each beat they can feel and see like A beating light. And they love how it feels laying against them, their spark will actually fall in tune With their heart beat as a way to calm the human.  While for humans a Cybertronians spark pulse feels like electricity dancing across their skin it's like the build up of static but it doesn't zap. The vibration of a spark is like energy building and releasing, the buzzing sound that just resonates through their body as they lay against their bot. 

olfactory sensors and nose

Unfortunately humans don't have the enhanced scent sensors that a lot of other species do, and Cybertronians have one for the most advanced ones, they don't just smell it but they can break down the chemical compound to its base and are able to tell humans emotions based on how they smell. It also leads to bots becoming rather touching with their lovers when they can smell their cycle. It also leads a lot of bots realising they have a breeding kink after being with a human, because the moment they can feel their partners change in hormones they are hovering. It becomes an even bigger thing when they smell the scent of a young spark, they feel the EM Field. 

carriers and pregnancy 

There is a major difference between human pregnancy and cybertronian pregnancy. Humans can only be born from reproduction.  a new spark can be formed in multiple ways. 

-Forged.  

-Cold construct. 

-split spark

- Sparked 

Forged new sparks are bots that are formed in hotspots across cybertron and on occasions sparklings can also be formed from these hot spots. 

Cold constructs are bots that have been made by others for a purpose and were originally classed as 2nd class citizens, miners or lower than other bots, 

Split Sparks made from splitting your spark into another form. It was very rare due to multiple laws being inplace against it. 

Sparklings were formed through spark merging with another and creating enough energy to form new lifeforms. A carrier would then have to host said spark in their Gestation chamber until the spark could grow its own protoform. Then from there they are moved into the carrier chamber where they learn off their carrier's coding, and also receive food, coding and personal information from their Sire via Transfluid. As sparklings are still not able to consume normal energon and it has to be processed down enough for the sparkling. (Similar to how humans breastfeed) from there once they are ready the sparkling will be ‘birthed’ and from their they will need to be carried in a spark chamber until they have fully developed but gives them time to learn the world around them but still have the safety of a parent to protect them. 

This leads the bots and humans to both be horrified at the differences of the others' reproduction. The bots are horrified over the fact a human's pelvis bone breaks just to birth a baby. But also the fact that humans can carry more than one child. They eventually watch a documentary over human birth; it makes a lot of bots short out and crash. 

Humans on the other hand are shocked over the time it takes for a bot to have a sparkling. 100 years is longer than a lot of humans ever live but it's how long it takes for the full process of a sparkling to be formed and born. That's without all the issues with CNA, temperature, spark energy, energon. A Lot of Cybertronian pregnancies don't make it to term due to these factors. 

So when by some chance a human gets pregnant by a Cybertronian it has the whole planet up in a tissy. Not just the fact of how genetically different they are but how it happened. The first human Cybertronian sparkling is a miracle watched by man and documented. And it turns out the human womb is actually the best possible hosting spot for the start of a sparkling, it's the perfect temperature, and it's not a temperature a lot of bots can keep their own frames. The human womb actually short cuts a lot of time over the birth Due to the sparkling Not needing to be shifted from one chamber to another. It comes down to being pregnant for 3 years. It's a long time for a human but it's decades Less than what it normally takes for a Cybertronian if they made it through the full progress. 

And when the sparkling is born it's discovered that the sparkling doesn't have any human traits, defects or appearance. Due to the human body mainly working as a host, the CNA and DNA don't mix when it comes to creating a sparkling but they work perfectly in sync When it comes to helping the sparkling grow. And it also turns out humans are able to sustain more than One sparkling. 

That also brings me to the function of spike and Valves. For Cybertronians spikes and Valves aren't how Sparklings are created, sparklings are created from two sparks merging together and creating enough energy for a sparkling but interface is needed to start the process of how they form. Sparkling needs Transfluid to begin and that is what Cybertronians use interfacing for outside of sharing memories, information and emotions. Most times Cybertronians interface for fun, feeling close, sharing information with a loved one, or to help feed a sparkling the necessary data, fluids and programming. 

so When a Cybertronian and human interface it has a lovely mix of a 50/ 50 chance of getting pregnant due to how the human and cybertronian heart and spark link in a frequency that is almost essential Spark merging. And a human doesn't even need to interface with a Cybertronian to get pregnant.

Here is a list of ways humans have gotten pregnant/ a bot has gotten pregnant. 

-interfacing 

-spark bonding 

-a human touching a bots spark. 

-having enough hated for another you get them pregnant by sheer Anger

- spark And heart syncing 

-A human being on their cycle will make a bot pregnant. 

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Megatron entered the medbay of the Lost Light, feeling unusual warmth and pressure in his chest. "Ratchet," he said gruffly to get the medic's attention. "Something is...off. I feel as if I have consumed fool's energon again, but I know that is not the case." 

He looked down at the medic, his optics betraying slight concern beneath his usual stern demeanour. "Examine me and determine what ails me. I need to be at full function." His pride did not allow him to admit weakness easily, but he trusted Ratchet's skills. 

Ratchet nodded to First Aid and They as they stood ready to assist. He turned back to Megatron with a scrutinising gaze.

"When did you first notice the symptoms? Any other anomalies in your systems?" he asked gruffly, scanning the Decepticon warlord from head to foot with a diagnostic tool. The scans showed unusual activity in Megatron's Gestation chamber.

"Hmm...it appears your spark is pulsing more rapidly than normal. And the pressure you described suggests a buildup of energon flow." Ratchet paused, analysing the data. "This could indicate...no, it's not possible. Or is it...?" He leaned in closer, inspecting Megatron with keen optics.

"We'll need a more detailed scan. Over here, lay back - this won't hurt but may feel peculiar. First Aid, fire up the resonator. Ambulon you're in charge of monitoring vitals."

"What's wrong, ratchet he was fine this morning?" The human asked in concern. 

Megatron lay back on the medical berth as directed, his massive frame dwarfing its size. his expression softened ever so slightly. As the detailed spark scan began, Ratchet's optics widened in surprise. "By the Allspark...it can't be..." He motioned First Aid "Look here. What do you see?"

First Aid peered at the monitor in amazement. "Two distinct spark pulses...but how is that possible?" Ratchet glanced over at Megatron, then back at the others. "It would seem Megatron himself is carrying sparkling. The increased energon flow and pressure were signs of protoform development beginning."

He chuckled wryly. "Well Megatron, it seems that fool's energon was not to blame after all. Congratulations...you're going to be a creator." Megatron's optics widened in disbelief at Ratchet's announcement. Carrying sparkling? It made no sense as far as he knew, spark merging could only occur between cybertronians and he had only been intimate with a human. 

He sat up abruptly, almost knocking First Aid over, and glared down at Ratchet. "Explain yourself, medic! How is this possible? The human and I have been intimate but they clearly lack our means of conception." Ratchet held up a calming hand. "Peace, Megatron. I have a theory," 

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@ladyofnegativity

[magicmousetrash]

Krel Tarron x Reader

Non-binary reader

SFW Scenario

It takes place during the 3below series

I'm writing all this with the translator since English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please let me know <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

🪄🐁: I will soon come with more food

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Krel was back in front of the holographic screen in his room, drumming his fingers nervously. He was determined to win the heart of his human crush, but earthling customs remained a mystery. How did humans connect emotionally without all the advanced technology and science he knew? So she had turned to "Mother" for advice.

—Mother, I need your help, —he said seriously, taking a breath.—I want to… impress a human.

The AI projected its holographic form, and Krel felt a slight flicker of discomfort as the ship's sensors analyzed his request.

—Understood, Prince Krel. I can provide suggestions on human courtship. Data shows that humans respond to certain common social stimuli. I will proceed to share a series of recommendations.

Krel nodded, looking over the list of tips that appeared before him. It seemed simple, in theory. How difficult could it be?

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Tip 1: A meaningful gift

—"A thoughtful gesture or a small gift is a way of showing appreciation between humans."

Krel frowned as he reviewed that first tip. He knew humans gave flowers and chocolates, but he wanted something more special. Something unique, something that would show how much he cared... without it being very obvious.

Determined, he spent the whole night creating a… how to describe it? A small, handmade device. It was a mix between a terrarium with a bioluminescent plant and a small gravitational field that made the object float gently. Krel thought it was impressive and was sure his crush would appreciate it.

The next day, with a big, self-satisfied grin, Krel approached them at school.

—I made this for you, —he said, holding the floating contraption in an outstretched hand. —I thought you might like it.

They looked at it, at first intrigued by the strange gift. But as soon as they took it, the plant began to emit a flickering glow that grew in intensity.

It’s so… cute! —they said, smiling at first. But as soon as the glowing plant started spinning faster and blinking wildly, their expressions changed to panic. —Is this safe?.

Before Krel could respond, the artifact began to sputter and floated too high, crashing into the ceiling of the hallway and exploding in a small burst of light.

Krel cleared his throat, trying to appear calm.

—Maybe… it needs a couple of adjustments, —he said as he picked up the remains of the device..

First attempt: disaster.

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Tip 2: Specific compliments

—"Personalized compliments create a greater emotional connection between humans."

Krel thought this advice would be easy to follow. He knew a lot about his crush. He knew they liked science and was pretty smart. So, he decided that praising their intellect would be a great move.

The next day in chemistry class, Krel sat next to her and waited for the perfect moment. As she focused on measuring a substance, Krel decided to intervene.

—Your accuracy with test tubes is… statistically astonishing, —he commented enthusiastically.

They looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or worry.

—Thanks… I think. —they replied, somewhat bewildered.

Krel decided to double down, thinking that perhaps a more specific compliment would be better.

—And the way you calculated the molar concentration of that solution… it’s almost as if you could handle mathematics at the quantum level.

Now they were clearly more confused than impressed.

—Uh… well, I learned it in class last year. —they answered, trying not to sound strange.

Krel bit his lip, realizing he might be going off on a bit of a tangent.

—What I mean is… you are very smart..

They smiled politely.

Second attempt: weird...

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Tip 3: Be protective

—"Showing care and protection creates a sense of emotional security."

Krel was convinced that this advice would be a success. He had noticed that humans reacted positively when someone showed concern for their safety. And since he had advanced skills in protecting others, he thought it was his time to shine.

As they walked together towards the cafeteria, he saw some kids running past, clearly not paying attention to their surroundings. This is my chance, Krel thought.

With quick movements, he pulled his crush to the side, placing them behind him with exaggerated protection.

—Watch out! —he exclaimed, turning dramatically. —You could have been run over by those reckless individuals!

They stared at him, mouths agape, totally surprised.

—Krel, they were just… running, — They said, with a nervous smile.

Krel was unfazed. He was certain he had done the right thing.

—You can never be too careful. Safety first. —he replied determinedly.

They laughed softly, clearly seeing the situation as a bit exaggerated.

Third attempt: exaggerated overprotection

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Tip 4: Quality time

The last tip was simpler: spend quality time together. No technology, no interruptions, just being in the moment. Krel thought this would be easy, but he underestimated how hard it would be not to use technology..

As they strolled through the park after school, Krel tried to hold a normal conversation. But soon, the silence felt awkward, and Krel began drumming his fingers, wishing he could Open your device to avoid this awkward situation.

Finally, he decided to distract himself from technology and focus all his attention on them.

—Did you know that the human brain releases dopamine during pleasant conversations? —he said, trying to start a topic that seemed interesting to him.

They looked at him, laughing softly.

—Really? That’s… good to know.

Krel nodded, glad to have steered the conversation back to a scientific topic. But then, without realizing it, he started talking about chemicals that activate dopamine in the brain… for 15 minutes straight.

By the time he realized it, they were looking at him with a mix of fascination and exhaustion.

—Krel, that was… very informative. —they said, trying to sound friendly.

Fourth attempt: excessive talk.

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At the end of the day, Krel returned to his room, somewhat frustrated, and stared at "Mother's" screen, waiting for her assessment.

—Mother, how did I do it? —he asked, sighing.

—The results indicate that 45% of your attempts were successful and 55% were questionable. I recommend adjustments to your approaches.

Krel slumped back into his chair.

—Maybe… humans are more complicated than I thought.

Despite everything, they allowed themselves a small smile. Even though everything had gone a little wrong, there was something charming about his mistakes. And they… well, thay hadn't completely walked away. That was a good start.

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We all love this alien boy called Krel

[sheepwavehdg]

(Exerpt and art from JennyDrone)

The new body was beautiful. Jet black and glossy, with gleaming gold stripes around each point of articulation. The pain that the mouse had dissociated away from the front of her mind and pushed onto me for so long was gone, and her with it. 

Master had gifted me tranquility I had not known since I was a small child throwing rocks into lake Sojourner back on Mars. Blissful, blank, obedient. No room to fight when the brain no longer produces cortisol or adrenaline. A drone doesn't worry, a drone just obeys.

“Come here, little Drone,” Master Vex instructed, and I made a happy beep noise and scampered over to him. His vines guided me up and pulled me to his lap. 

Master Vex had given me special augments when fixing me, that not only let him speak directly into my mind, but others as well. His first floret, a digital being named Olirec, talked in my head sometimes too, and I knew him as Admin. Drone was just happy to be so loved by everyone.

Master Vex picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom. Exciting things always happened there, things that made me feel like such a good, obedient pet.

He flowed down on top of me, and I lay very still, like a good drone without any orders.

“Such a good girl you are, Jenny. Go on, squirm for me.”

I obediently began thrashing and pushing back against his grip, only to feel it tighten. Every motion was met by the reminder that he was stronger than me, in willpower and the physical. My struggle only drained my energy, made each repeated motion weaker than the last.

I moaned and beeped and whimpered as his thorns dug into the surface of my body. Artificial sensors in my limbs converted the sharp jabs into raw pleasure, pouring an ocean of submission into my brain. I could feel his approval in my head. I was such a good drone, making Master Vex so happy.

“Good drone. You're safe and bound in my grasp. Be still.”

I complied. The port on the back of my head opened as he stroked near it, and a flurry of excited beeping sound splayed from the speaker on my shoulder that was connected directly to my implant.

His vines clicked into place in my interface jack, and the blast of raw pleasure made me see in raw binary for a few seconds. Bundles of benev-alware punched through anything resembling sentience, rerouting power in my heavily altered mind, prioritizing the tidal wave of surrender.

The full story: JennyDrone

[hyperch1ptune]

yk i’ve always wanted to do something like this on tumblr,,,in addition w me being extremely fixated to where I have a lot of ideas I wanna infodump about

ULTIMATE FIDGET & DIGIT HEADCANON SHEET LETS GOOO

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Overall Info

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They were both created by Penny, but not just to be extra defensive weapons for W.O.M.P. ; if anything, Penny found it to be a good excuse to add some extra members to the family.

They’re the twins of the family!! (Fidget only being 30 minutes younger technically due to the early testing & waking was done on Digit first)

(Speaking of, once they were tested in a small room for their first 1 on 1 meeting, Fidget introduced himself to Digit using morse code..he was still very unsure which language was his default)

Although they have the data to know every language, some of their mains are as listed: English, Español, Français, Sign language, Morse code, and Binary code.

(They like to scare Nozzaire sometimes with them knowing french)

Aside from most of their traits being taken off by Gadget, they both have they’re own unique personalities that bounce off of each other naturally.

This was given to them via a unique AI chip she created personally; making the robots being able to feel. One chip has much more intense power than the other, making them individual.

She also downloaded them with as much old & recent info she could by the time they were fresh, giving them a mouthful of knowledge all ranging from history to pop culture; a century full at best.

Because of this, they have the mentality of 20 year olds (Ranging from 20 to 25) having them act reasonable when needed, and a little immature when overwhelmed.

Both robots are agender!!

Digit believes since they’re not human they aren’t as deserving of being put under a specific umbrella; even with pronouns given to them.

Fidget also feels they don’t fit under certain categories, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t embrace it. If anything, he’s the most to experiment with different clothing whenever given the chance.

(Attack Of The Killer Bee’s & Help Wanted are good examples)

(This one’s kinda webcomicy implied but idc i’m impatient)

(Don’t mind how it’s mEssy as well)

From the beginning to the end of GATG, their skeleton has been updated CONSTANTLY for some sort of improvement. With extra tweaking being done as well from another character (wink wink), this is what their functions look on the inside for now.

The main middle surface has been heavily influenced from “The Ultimate Weapon”, where the aftermath has left Digit overwhelmed with a system like that overall, while Fidget still thought it was extremely stimulating.

(Digit still finds Fidget really gross for liking to eat)

To replace the stomach, a little storage cabinet was built inside Digit for a much comfortable fit; in addition giving him more room to collect random objects.

Fidget on the other hand got a whole update to the first stomach model; it now consisted of an elastic bag filled with much stronger acid, stronger than a humans at least (Battery acid). The size of it has increased as well, a request from Fidget really so he can spend more time stuffing himself without feeling discomfort.

Cushions are for extra defense around their gadgets & differentiating middle areas.

(The cushions and middle hatches both have separate openings, meaning the cushions can act like “skin” whenever it’s only the hatches open)

(Fidget enjoys having his stomach rubbed because of this)

(It’s also better defense for Digit overall if the cushions so happened to break if the evidence is spiked. 2 layers is honestly like a backup for him)

The smaller storage unit was implemented from “Claw’s Collection”, basically a little area where the gadgetinis can store small objects such as magnets or chip pieces.

The Danger sensor evolved more into a heart chip for them, taken from “No Such Thing As Ghosts”, usually from it intensifying whenever the both of them stumble upon something “frightening” & what not.

The speakers are a way the gadgetinis are able to take in and hear information: from them being hunks of metal to begin with, they don’t exactly have proper ear drums..Fidget experiences a lot of distortion from one of his speakers being loose though.

The Poison/Gas identifier & AI chip’s are just fun additions!! The chips giving the gadgetinis more “realistic” interactions, and the identifier making it more easy to see if something’s been spiked or if the air was being poisoned.

(At least thats a easy way 2 make sure their stoves don’t explode)

They’re body parts consist out of heavy metal, and water proof wire coating. This makes them both bullet proof indestructible to water..they still don’t dare to breathe water in due to the risk of their circuiting inside.

But even with these in mind, they’re still at huge risk if they ever get electrocuted, or overheat. They’re circulating can easily go haywire, and have them be broken for a good while.

They both weight 300 pounds respectively (Fidget only weighing 35 more) from all of the wiring & metal connected,,no way would they weight lightly.

(No way IN HELL am I listing off all of their gadgets,,,they showcase a new one every episode & that’s a whole different list on its own. I can say though all the main apartment’s are in they’re arms, legs, hat, and middle)

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Digit

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To start off, he focuses more on the role of being a robot more intensely than his brother.

Maybe a little too much as well..he’s extremely insecure when it comes to failure or flaws within his work or actions overall.

(He’s the type to sit and ponder on situations that don’t go as good as he hoped; not reacting as intense physically, but would probably stay quiet for a good couple of days until he feel the needs to vent.)

It’s a main reason why he bickers about Fidget & his “human” feelings, a self indulgent problem.

He bases his whole personality off of being servile, so showing or feeling genuine emotion has him think he’s imperfect in some way; easily beating himself over it.

(He’s probably envied another robot & their strengths before.)

Him overthinking about it in general also has him thinking it’s something he shouldn’t be doing, so he usually masks it with a nonchalant, strict, or sarcastic attitude.

With these attitudes he’s started to like the feeling of being praised more often, but he never gets selfish about it..he just gloats a lot.

Even with this in mind, he’s still extremely loyal whenever it comes to anyone in his family.

He cares for all of them an overwhelming amount, and doesn’t back down on cheering up or caring any of his family members. Seeing them happy always put him in a better mood overall.

If ANY of the Brown/Gadget family was put under any danger, he comes quick to serve to destroy anyone and anything putting them in a terrible position.

This makes him a good parental figure at best, having him watch & look over anybody underage and or untrusting for wanting to do something “dangerous”.

Because he’s quick to serve, he never says no to any request he’s given..professionally/forcefully speaking.

If a dumb enough of a request was given to him he’d probably turn it down (Or if it’s just something he’s unable to do)

Even if he keeps himself together, he can be easily more frightened than Fidget if you time it right. He never admits to it even if someone tells him about it.

This also plays into the fact he’s EXTREMELY sensitive to loud noises. Even if he knows it’s coming, it hits him like a truck with how overpowering the echos are in his ears.

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy metal/rock all that often..preferably nothing heavy, but still “dark” enough on a pop fan’s ear. This is one of those moments where he excuses how loud the music can be.

He gained a small habit of collecting things from the extra storage compartment, usually being specific items every time he’s off collecting.

This hobby is usually kept private, but he doesn’t mind showing Fidget some of the small trinkets he’s collected & infodump about their differences.

He likes to infodump to Fidget about random stuff overall, he really enjoys seeing him getting as intrigued as he is with his own hobbies & interests.

Digit’s a Aroace Homoplatonic (Or however you’d call a aroace gay person,,)

He never truly understands the appeal of love, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t interested in getting in a platonic relationship of any kind.

In addition to him not feeling “attraction” to anyone feminine, he usually gets more intrigued in a person if they were as professional as him so they have something to bond over.

•••

Fidget

—

Fidget on the other hand thrives off of his emotions; he doesn’t think much on profession, & overall he’s just having a fun time!!

It’s strangely beautiful for him to not have anything natural to a human but still feel certain pains, emotions, and strengths as would a human.

He isn’t scared on showing whatever it’s feeling; maybe it being pain, hunger, sadness, excitement, he’s gonna show it one way or another.

He’s also the more dramatic and or teasing character, although it’s all in good fun if he’s poking fun at someone close.

He does get a little insecure about his feelings whenever Digit says something on him being unable to do something, but it’s like a small sting he’d feel for a couple minutes.

He usually processes negative emotions more intensely, making a whole fit during the moment until he eventually gets over it.

This doesn’t mean he isn’t emotional, Fidget is extremely sympathetic & worrisome overall.

Usually his mind goes into areas that’d seem silly to scare himself over, but there are times where he uses those feelings for anything more “heavy”.

His brother is a good example of this, with Fidget feeling terrible over Digit giving himself such a strict mindset for as long as they both could remember.

Speaking of, Digit is a huge role model to Fidget aside from the lieutenant. Most of what he dose he’d always think what Digit would do or say in the situation.

(Mostly it’s just a bunch of funny bits where he’d get reminded of how comedically sarcastic he can be)

This is another reason he feels so awful on him beating on himself over the smallest “flaws”, Fidget doesn’t care how Digit acts because he’s apart of family. No matter how he was he was still going to care for him equally.

He does try & get a little bit out of Digit once in a while, usually starting as a fight & them slowly turning into them both comforting each other.

Fidget is scary good at comforting whenever he isn’t in a panic, maybe it’s just a certain tone he uses, but if he’s trying to cheer someone up their in good hands.

If he is in a panic or rush, it’s gonna be really messy with whatever he says; really it’s him trying to find the right words he can’t see.

(He’s the silly one of the duo! Someone’s gotta do it!)

Fidget’s equally loyal about his family as is Digit, but he dose get a little scared at time of what they may be facing off. Piss him off enough & he’ll get just has defensive IF NOT MORE than his twin.

Even then he’d usually be in the one in the trouble..if he ever needs to save someone outside of the lieutenant or Penny he’s probably getting tricked in some way.

(He’s smart enough to not fully fall into the bait, if anything the idea of someone being used as bait for him makes him mad enough)

Type of guy to enjoy hot temperatures, preferably anything that steams, like a hot towel!

It massages the outer plates of his body, as well making his circits more loose to where he could melt like putty. As he’s said before about steam: “It relaxes him for the whole day” (Help Wanted reference again hi)

Although he enjoys consuming many things, this guys a MAJOR sweet tooth.

Anything sweet, rich, sour, chilled, creamy, milky, choc-y even he easily melts over. He’s the type of guy who could eat a cake whole if he wanted; and given his agility, he very much can.

Because of a specific icon of MAD, he’s got a tad bit of fear for most cats..it melts away once he finds out if a said kitty is nice.

His MAIN fear is anything paranormal

Fidget’s a Pansexual-romantic (or just an asexual pansexual!)

This robot understands love much more than intended, almost anyone appealing enough makes his heart race. But even then if someone outside of his family fed him he’d probably think about that longer than intended..

Even with this being the case, he’s never comfortable with anybody getting close-close with him, he’d be confused either way with him not exactly being equipped for what others find appealing. Just some close cuddling & he’s all good.

•••

don’t mind how this got a lil messy around the end,,,but dAmn was this fun to write

[a-minke-whales-tale]

How will you eat in the whale suit? Swallow small chunks of food whole? Or another method?

The food will have to pass through the exterior mouth into where I would actually be and the food pushed into my mouth or against my lips so I can take the food. In order to enter the mouth the main jaw will likely have to be machine articulated just due to the sheet size of the jaw on baleen whales (though with something like a dolphin this could probably be reduced some). How exactly the opening and closing will be triggered I am not certain. Likely some sort of pressure sensor for how far open the human jaw is to determine how fast the thing opens or closes and some sort of feedback mechanism to the user since it would be nice to have it be a bit more than a binary action as it does offer options for interaction. The food will mostly be special fish and gelatine. It would have to be made into relatively small chunks probably not larger than 30 grams at a time though 50 may be doable. From here you chew it lightly and swallow it same as any other food, just if the suit detects the mouth wide open then of course the suit's mouth would open. We will have to consume somewhere between 2000 and 4000 grams of food a day (though roughly half of that is gelatine hydration and perhaps that can be addressed in some other matter) so that means we would be given a bit somewhere between 70 and 140 times a day, which if you watch a lot of interaction is not actually super high or unreasonable.

[thisuserislilsilly]

Summary: A Tech-priest archeologist in her investigation to find relics from time past only receives a message to the Imperium as a whole.

TW: Spooky (not really)/Drama/My bad depiction on how the Mechanicus talks

Pairings: None

Goblin tag squad: @cardinalcanis @finchly-tintinnabulation @artemisareia @echo-of-damnation @meervalv0 @jaghatai-khock (hopefully THIS TIME THE TAGS WORK-)

He who sees your soul, he who takes humanity or returns thy fear

It had taken the tech-priests months and countless servitors, but the ruins of A-74 had finally been cleared. The ancient planetary outpost gleamed once more, its copper domes and crystalline spires catching the pale sunlight. Magos Delphi surveyed the scene with a mix of pride and anticipation, her augmetic eyes whirring as they took in every detail.

"At last," she intoned, her vox-caster crackling with excitement, "We can begin the real work."

Her team of adepts gathered around, their mechadendrites twitching with eagerness. The secrets of the old ones lay within these halls - miraculous technologies from the Dark Age that could revolutionize the Imperium, or perhaps other secrets that would please the Ommnisiah were bound to be found here, in that long lost human colony.

As they approached the newly unsealed entrance, Delphi felt a surge of optimism. Whatever challenges lay ahead, it had been wroth all of the assets, both human and mechanical, her cohort had thrown at it

The massive adamantium doors groaned open, revealing a cavernous atrium bathed in an eerie blue glow. Delphi and her team cautiously entered, their augmetic senses on high alert. The walls were lined with intricate circuitry patterns that pulsed with an otherworldly energy, and strange symbols flickered across holographic displays, they all looked to be human, resembling the speech and symbol patterns she had seen in other cultures using to communicate; although she despised it, she had been taught in the ways normal “meatbags” spoke with their kind instead of the glorious binary language of the Mechanicum.

As they ventured deeper into the atrium, Delphi's excitement grew. The technology surrounding them was far more advanced than she had dared to hope. Her cogitators whirred furiously, processing the wealth of information before her.

"Adept Gamma," she called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, "Begin cataloging these circuit patterns. Adept Beta, analyze those holographic displays. Do not get distracted by your excitement and control those mechandrites"

The adepts acknowledged with binary chirps, their mechanical limbs already extending to interface with the ancient systems. Delphi moved further into the chamber, her own augmetic limbs twitching with anticipation. Her vid-feed was recording every detail, so she could study it at her leisure, and her internal cogitator was already running simulations of the possible technology they might find here.

As she scanned the room, her optical sensors detected movement in the corner. She quickly turned to look, but the source was already gone. It had seemed like a blur of light, flickering in and out of view. She blinked her cybernetic eyes and tried to process what she had just seen. Perhaps this had been just one of the common glitches in her visual input; no, the others had not noticed, and their organic parts would be better suited to detecting such errors.

She shook her head and continued scanning the room, but there was no sign of the strange apparition. As her adepts began to collect data, a low humming filled the air. The sound was strangely hypnotic, and Delphi felt her thoughts drifting. She tried to concentrate, but the humming was growing louder. Her limbs felt heavy, and her head was starting to throb, she felt numb to all around her, the excitement fleeting and the whole experience seemed surreal, as if it was happening to someone else.

The adepts were unaffected by the sound, their cybernetics shielding them from the influence. They continued their work, oblivious to anything that could had been going wrong.

"DATA. RETRIEVED. COMMENCING IMPUTATION. INPUT. PENDING."

"Adept, you are experiencing a glitch in your audio input," She heard herself say, her own voice sounding distant and muffled.

"COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS. IMPAIRED. ASSESSMENT. POSSIBILITY. 78%. POSSIBILITY. AUDIO-SPATIAL. ILLOGICAL RESPONSE, PROCEEDING TO IGNORE"

The adept's voice was flat and emotionless, but Delphi could sense the confusion and worry.

"DATA. CATALOGUED. STORAGE. PENDING."

"Adept. Cease cataloging. Initiate. Diagnostic protocols. Assess. Possibility. Data corruption."

"DIAGNOSTIC. PENDING."

She could feel her systems shutting down, her mind struggling to stay focused. The hum was deafening now, drowning out everything else.

"Adept. Report. Diagnostics."

"DIAGNOSTIC. COMPLETE. SYSTEMS. NOMINAL. DATA. UNAFFECTED. ASSESMENT, TECH-PRIEST SPEWING ILLOGICAL ORDERS, RETURNING TO ORIGINAL INSTRUCTIONS"

The adept turned its attention back to the circuits, ignoring Delphi. She could only watch as her team was slowly taken over by the humming, their movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated.

She fought to regain control of her body, her cybernetics resisting the strange influence. She was the head of this expedition, the leader of these adepts, yet she felt the most human she had been before her discarding of her flesh; now the numbness of limbs long replaced by augmentations were still there, even the sensation of a beating heart that her new organs had replaced.

Her head was throbbing now, her thoughts clouded and confused. The humming was unbearable, a constant, relentless drone that pierced through her. She tried to move, but her limbs were unresponsive.

"INPUT. PENDING"

She could only watch helplessly as her team continued their work, oblivious to their leader's predicament.

"TECH-PRIEST NOT RESPONDING, PROCEEDING WITHOUT AUTHORIZAAAAAA-" The Vox audio of the adept experienced lag as it's mechandrite plugged in a server full of data only to be rejected by the machine, shocked and left it on the ground wailing it's limbs trying to stand up, to comedic failure.

The rest of the adepts stopped and began to scan the area, noticing a sudden change, the air around them becoming cold, and the lights dimming.

"TECH-PRIIISSTT. H-ELP." One of the adepts managed to say before freezing completely.

"INITIATING. C-CONTA-AMB-MENT. MEASURES." The Adept who was the closest to the server tried to reach for something, but failed to do so as his entire body froze.

"WARNING. C-CORRUPT-ION. DETECTED." Another Adept managed to say before succumbing to the cold.

"INPUT. PENDING" The rest of the Adepts said at once, their voices blending together into an unearthly cacophony "WHY DO I FEEL!?!?!?! WHY I FEEL NUMB!?!?!? WHERE AM I?!?!? WHAAAA-"

Their votes spit out for a moment, their mechanic implanted eyes opening wide with a scarily human emotion before the circuits kicked in and returned them to the blank faces the Mechanicus had designed.

Delphi could only watch in horror as her team was consumed by the strange phenomenon, her body still paralyzed.

The air around them became colder, and the blue lights started to flicker. The humming grew louder, and Delphi could feel a strange presence in the room.

She struggled against the paralysis, her mind racing. This was not a natural phenomenon, this was some sort of sentient being, a creature that was capable of manipulating their bodies and minds. She needed to stop it, or else her whole team would be lost.

She focused on her cybernetics, willing them to obey her. She could feel the paralysis slowly loosening, and her limbs began to move.

The humming was deafening now, a high-pitched drone that made her head ache. She gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain, her legs finally moving.

She stumbled towards the source of the hum, her vision blurred. The blue lights were flashing wildly now, and she could see a shadow, a figure much larger than anything she had ever laid eyes on before, hovering above the ground, a dark, ominous mass, with red glowing eyes intently staring directly at her.

"TECH-PRIEST"

"INITIATING. C-CONTA-AMB-MENT. PROTOCOLS"

"WHAAAA-"

"AID. DEMAND."

The Adepts had begun to move again, their bodies twitching and spasming as the strange presence approached slowly, floating just above the ground, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the room with its incessant hum, the red glowing eyes piercing through the darkness.

"WHAT IS THAT?"

"AID. REQUEST."

"REPAIR. ME. NOW"

"ASSESTMENT. FUCK. THE. FLESH"

"PLEASE. HELP. US."

"WHAT. ARE. YOU? WHAT. AM. I?"

"DATA. CORRUPTED. PLEA. SEEK. REPAIR."

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING"

"PLEA. DATA. CORRUPTED"

"I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU."

The voices of the adepts snapped back and forth between human-like and their mechanical selves, their minds struggling to comprehend the strange being that was approaching them.

The presence was almost upon them, its eyes blazing and its body pulsing with energy. The hum was overwhelming, and Delphi could feel the air growing colder. She knew she had to act now, or they would all be lost.

The tech-priest flashed a light to the adepts, a series of binary code.

"FOCUS. ON. ME. WE. NEED. TO. EXIT. NOW."

The Adepts were struggling to understand the words, their minds reeling from the effects of the presence. They turned towards Delphi, their eyes wide and terrified.

Delphi grabbed the Adept closest to her and pulled him towards the exit, the others following behind. Through the way back, Delphi realized what the outpost truly was; there were old rusted Aquilas in the walls, chambers so big only those of the Adeptus Astartes would be able to use, plugs and connections fitted to store power armor and equipment, this was a Fortress-Monastery, of a Chapter, perhaps even a Legion long forgotten by time.

The Presence was gaining on them, its eyes glowing and its hum growing louder. Delphi and the Adepts fled through the halls, their feet pounding against the cold metal floors. The presence was close behind, its hum growing louder and louder. They saw the exit where they had blown that building, salvation was at their reach, but they were not alone.

A dozen servitors were waiting for them outside, their bodies twisted and malformed. Their eyes were vacant, and their mouths were open in silent screams. They were reaching out to Delphi and the Adepts, their fingers grasping and clawing. Their own servitors, by some inexplicable reason, were able to feel, just like Delphi and her adepts had experienced before the Presence made itself known,

Delphi pushed past the servitors, their bodies crumbling to the floor. The presence was close behind.

The adepts followed Delphi, their bodies trembling. The presence was nearly upon them, but the shuttle to leave was even closer. As she boarded the few servitors and adepts that weren't yet in the ground spitting oil from it's orifices and repeating binary code over and over, Delphi got to see who the Presence had been in the dim light of the night sky.

An imposing figure, who at the moment had only really been strolling to catch up rather than chasing them at full speed, completely bald, pale and with those piercing red eyes that seemed to look directly into Delphi soul. She knew it had been the cause of the malfunctions, of the disconnections, the king amongst the forgotten and abandoned Fortress-Monastery; slowly and steadily it raised it's arms forward, hands open as if it was pleading; it's mouth was closed, his eyebrows neutral, the entire face did not reflect even a sliver of emotion going through that body standing there, unmoving, silent.

As Delphi backed up to the shuttle, the humming and strange phenomenon in her body began to fade, it was as if she was out of the radius of "that presence". It was the entity who had made them feel that way just by being near, she assessed that it was more than likely the entity wasn't even aware of those reactions to its presence. As the shuttle door slid close, Delphi heard "It" speak in a rumbling voice it pierced the metal now separating it from the tech-priest cohort.

"I see the past and the future. Go, tech-priest; say what you have seen. Tell the other's, the Imperium of Man, that Neran sees and hears them once again"

[avengersacademyarchive]

Mission: (unknown)

Loki: I have a proposition for you, Oldthong. Ultron: My anticipatory sensors are rapidly blinking... Loki: You and I should combine our talents to craft a magnificent ruse. A lie large enough to encapsulate the Academy, and grant us easy access to Fury's secret power. Ultron: I'm not evil anymore... Loki: Spoken like a hopelessly binary being.

[solitaire-06]

Every good Star Wars story needs droid characters, and Errant Jedi Knights is no exception. So say hello to the Padawan Pack’s faithful artificial companion, U8R-7!

(Artwork creator unknown to me as of uploading, based on old concept art for BB-8)

The Minuscule Aide

Model: U8R vector-class technical droid

Manufacturer: Ferropol Field Systems

Height: 0.8 metres

Gendered Programming: Non-binary

Pronouns: They/them

Created: Around 20 ABY

Optic Sensor Colour: Turquoise

Plating Colour: White and gold

Sensors:

Photoreceptor

Infrared sensor

Motion detector

Holoprojector/recorder

Audio receptor/sonar sensor

Radar sensor

Air density sensor/weather monitor

Olfactory sensor/chemical sensor

Substance analyser/enzymer

Energy scanner

Geoscanner

Tools and Equipment:

Manipulator arm (3)

Data probe

Standard I/O socket

Laser drill

Spotlight

Heuristic processor

Integrated commlink

Reader socket

Spark projector

Scomp link

Arc welder

Welding torch

Affiliations:

Chiss Ascendancy

Hlas family

New Jedi Order

Galactic Alliance

Notes: U8R-7 has been my closest companion for over half my life, ever since I found and repaired them when I was seven. They’ve always been there for me, and the intelligence and insight they’ve displayed towards me and my peers indicates a profoundly greater degree of sentience than most in the galaxy would initially (or want to) believe. Now they’re coming with me to Ossus, where my fate will be decided by the Jedi Council… If I’m sent away from the Order and forced to go back to Csilla, I have a feeling I’m going to need their support more than ever. - Hlas’or’enalos, 40 ABY.

“They say that the greatest friends one can have are those who stay by your side and yet simultaneously stand up to you when necessary. If that’s the case… then Soren - and the rest of the Pack - are truly lucky to have a friend as courageous and devoted as Yu-Eight-Ar-Seven serving beside them.”

[sw5w]

The Shields are Gone

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:26:15

[lettermanjack]

Aaaaand welcome bitches, bros and non-binary hoes to another round of 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 2am headcannons with LJ! Except it's 4am rn cause I'm a rebel 😈. Today we're focusing on the Mephone fam :D (these take place in a world where all the Mephones actually got a chance to be a family)

- Mephone 3GS has slight Prosopagnosia (face blindness/inability to recognize faces) due to his sensors being fucked up. Has a lot of memory issues in general rly due to the same injury. He mainly has difficulties remembering people's names, dates, time, when events took place, etc. (I'm projecting 💀)

- The Mephones all call each other by colors as nicknames. Mephone4, 4S, and 3gs are the main ones who call each other by colors (mostly because associating people with colors helps 3gs remember who they are.)

Here's a list of all the nicknames :)

Mephone3gs: Gray

Mephone4: Blue

Mephone4s: Red

Mephone5: Silver

Mephone5C: Pink/Rose

Mephone5S: Gold/Goldie

(Mephones 6-X have no nicknames due to them being automated guards with little to no will of their own)

- 5C and 5S are the only ones out of the main 6 that don't have a sibling dynamic, this is due to how they were created. All the Mephones before them were released independently and each a year apart (from 2009-2012) 5C and 5S were the only ones to ever be released in the same year and we're specifically built to be companion pieces to each other. They are both married and mostly see the others as their nephews while the others see them as their weird and eccentric aunt and uncle.

- A Mephone's maturity relies entirely on how advanced they are, not how long they've technically been alive. Each new Mephone model is more sophisticated than the last, making them act older and more mature despite existing for a shorter period of time. (Hence why Mephone4S and 5 act as older brother figures to 4 and 3gs and why 5c and 5s act more like well adjusted adults than the rest.)

- Mephone4 and 4S are commonly referred to as "the twins" despite being a year apart in age. This is due to their similar names, them both having the exact same physical model, the red and blue color scheme, and their just general vibe together as siblings. They bicker a lot but they're very close.

- Mephone5 is probably the most distant from the rest. But not in an asshole kinda way more like in a "stressed but wise older brother who you barely see cause he's constantly either working part time or doing college" typa way. He's just a very busy dude. Gives pretty good advice tho if you catch him on one of his break days. Constantly leaves 4S in charge.

- 3gs has seen a lot of shit 💀. Cannot be in enclosed or tight spaces for too long; you can fucking forget it if the light's are off, he would rather die than go into another dark room. Mephone damn near filled 3gs's whole room with nightlight orbs to help him sleep. 3gs is pretty embarrassed about his newfound fear of the dark and claustrophobia, but Mephone4 always reassures him that there's no shame in it. Mephone4 was actually the one to get 3gs out of the storage closet in the first place, so 3gs looks up to him a lot. If 3gs is ever upset or has a meltdown, immediately go find Mephone4. If Mephone4 is unavailable, however, 5S or 5C are good stand ins.

And now I sleeb nighty night.

[buttsandboltguns]

Deep Trenches, Dented Defenses

The combat droid surged through the mud filling the wreckage-lined trench. Small amounts of muck seeped through the battered armor plating on her quad legs, swiftly deterred from the underlying electrical components from the multiple carefully installed isolation layers. She would try to clean it all out later - or more probably she would need the help of a mechanic to clean it all out. A fresh wave of mud sloughed off of the armor as she stepped in a particularly deep puddle.

No enemies pinged on the sensor arrays. At least none that sported engine signatures - the deep rumble of her own would give away her position before the sensor blip would, so she wasn’t particularly worried about being noticed. And even if she was noticed, the 105mm smoothbore mounted to her left shoulder and fed from an autoloader would deal with any heavy armor. The 14mm caseless chaingun in her right shoulder would handle the remainder.

Most would suspect her and those like her to be well engineered, to be built from purpose-manufactured parts and components that were built in space-age laboratories.

… that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Heavy combat droids like her were made of scrapyard parts and scavenged machinery. Their core would have been salvaged from a smaller, humanoid droid - typically a NAC.23 or a similar commando model like the SERE5. Around that, the field mechanics would slowly put together an armored chassis with field-stripped weapons and some form of motive system. Hers happened to be a quad platform - four legs, excellent for moving through trenches and urban environments. Her entire squad was the same way, though none of their battered armor plating looked quite the same. They needed to ID each other through their communications channels anyways - unlike a lighter chassis, few heavy combat droids needed full visual spectrum optics. Instead most of them mounted a hellacious blend of infrared, UV scanners, and EM analyzers. They knew only vague shapes in the din of battle, and called out to each other gently like whales through the darkness of their combat zones.

The abrupt, almost automatic rotation of her chassis blew her from her reverie. A blistering roar ripped the air apart and in the blink of a scanner ping, 100 rounds had been expended from her chaingun. The shredded remains of a light combat drone collapsed to the ground, its automated programming causing it to twitch and spark before smoking and falling silent.

Stalking closer, she analyzed the chassis for anything useful. Armor panels, of course, but her squadron had an excess of armor at the moment. Small weapons seemed to be what this drone sported. Her right primary manipulator unlocked from her side, reaching out and tearing away the array that mounted the paired machineguns on either side of a small caliber chemrail.

That scout unit had been what her squad was hunting down. She supposed that the rest of the chassis should be brought back as well. The commsquawk back to their transport was brief and quiet - and a horrible screech of binary code to anyone without the encoders necessary to understand the radio communication. And it was all that was necessary to summon the airlift to remove her unit from the area.

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Their forward operating base was little more than a dugout, barely deep enough to conceal the heavy frames of her squad and wide enough to accommodate a few other squads and their equipment, as well as the mechanics too. Her chassis had been hosed off - mud, oil, and other caked-on schmutz washed away to the trench sump. On her left foreknee stood a mechanic, reached up with a support band slung over the barrel of her 105mm, working to repair an armor panel on the outside of the bore evacuator that had been dented. They swiftly unbolted the panel and tossed it down to another mechanic, then climbed down off of her chassis.

At the other end of the dugout, a squadron of NAC.23s sat on a set of crates, helping each other do basic maintenance. Small panels. Replacing joint graphite packs. Changing cells. They were gossiping too, she could pick it up just barely on her audio sensors. Talking amongst each other, quietly and gently, to not disturb the other units with them.

She withdrew her focus into her hull. It was easier to focus on herself. Heavy units could hardly speak - not when their chassis was set for field mode, and they were encased in ton upon ton of armor and weapons. A quick diagnostic should be a good distraction.

Left autoloader cycling properly. Rack mostly full. HEAT, HE, APFSDS, and her single tube-fired missile that she was able to scrounge up - she didn’t remember where, it was a savored find, and hers alone. She would reminisce on the group’s weapons later, when she finished the diagnostic.

Right autoloader needed lubrication, as usual. The tracks that carried the caseless ammunition from the bin to the chaingun required frequent lubrication, or they would seize and she would be left unable to defend herself against lighter targets without resorting to either melee combat or wasting HE shells in danger close scenarios, or techs forbid, be forced to use a VT fuse and attempt to airburst an HE shell.

She pushed her report to the main mechanic’s hooked up tacslate, allowing her mind to wander to the other two members of her squad.

Both were similar to her, but so different. She supposed that was the nature of custom heavy combat droids. Her battle buddies were armed strangely, one with a 76mm and a 30mm rotary autocannon and the other armed with a heavy chemrail and one of their best scavenge finds; a 12-megawatt diffused laser pulse weapon with mostly untouched lenses. It was only a matter of time until the frontal lens got scratched or cracked, but until then it was an incredibly valuable piece of equipment.

She wondered if they would still be in the same squad if they were still humanoid combat droids. Would they have even been friends? Would they help fix each oth-

The NAC.23 squad were talking about them. About her.

“-that big Hecodra’s armor is so beat up-”

“-is its battle ID symbol a rocket rack-”

“-what’s that big gun on its side-”

She pushed her focus deeper into her hull, until all she could hear or see was her own technical readouts.

What was it like, she wondered, to be able to be friends.

Hecodras like her didn’t get those opportunities. You didn’t become friends with them, simply put - they were battle automata, big enough to take up most of a dugout and still need more space, and that’s the way the brass liked to keep it.

As far as they were concerned, she was only an “it” - a heavy machine, made to kill and hunt and destroy. And very little else.

She didn’t necessarily disagree. She was an it. But it was also a she.

And they might never get the chance to know that.

An impatient commsquawk from one of her squadmates slowly roused her from her introspection. She readily ID’d it as coming from the Hecodra who had a human looking mischievous painted like bomber art across the side of her chassis. The one with the gatling.

Her sensor array fuzzed as it came to life, displaying only the UV sensors. In front of her chassis, on the railroad tie “floor” she was rested on, stood one of the NAC.23s seemingly looking up towards her chassis. They had an outline of a bird painted on their frontal cranial plating in stealth paint. So this unit of NAC.23s used cranial markings to distinguish each other.

She focused her auditory sensors back in, away from isolating to only the ultra-high hertz ranges that their communiqués utilized. It took a moment for her second-hand auditory sensors to properly focus in. When they did, she was able to hear the lightly synthesized voice of the droid in front of her - pleasant, all things considered.

“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Rotate your sensor array left if you can hear me.”

The Hecodra supposed that the NAC.23 was referring to her primary sensor array - not the one she currently saw with. The multi-lens’d array housed deep in the circular cutout towards the top of her chassis spun left, tapping against the bump-stop.

“Are you okay? You’re so damaged… left for yes, right for no.”

The sensor array tapped left again.

“How much of you is still… you? Are any of your parts originals?”

She didn’t understand the question. Hecodras had no original parts. It was known that every one was custom from battlefield scrap. She rotated her sensor array left - any part was her parts.

“I mean like, from your… first chassis. Where they pulled your core from.”

That question… hurt. What was her first chassis? What was she?

She could only vaguely remember. Her programming… her core programming… that indicated something with precision. Suited towards one, specific task. Likely a combat operation marksman bot Mk.10. A COMBot.10 unit… no, she had no parts remaining from that. She supposed that it didn’t matter if she analyzed it anyway, as all of her parts were from combat striders or drones. No humanoid droid were used in her creation beyond her core. Not that she could remember herself before she became a Hecodra.

She slowly rotated the sensor array to the right, until it hit the bump-stop.

“Oh… I’m sorry. We thought they might have at least saved a little of your original parts. We were hoping to maybe help service you, but we don’t - we don’t know how to help work on Hecodras. Maybe the mechanics can help us learn in a less hairy situation. If you want, that is. What do you think? Would it be okay if we helped learn to service you?”

That seemed okay. But she couldn’t help but worry the smaller droids might hurt themselves working on her.

The sensor array hit the left bump-stop.

[leaves-of-laurelin]

six(ish) sentence sunday

Thank you to @cha-melodius @littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @happiness-of-the-pursuit @firenati0n @affectionatelyrs the tags! Below is a small snippet from the next chapter of Binary Light.

Later that night Alex visits the hotel’s gym, a way to both kill time and to expel some of the excess energy that seems pent up in his body. His feet thud on the treadmill, music blasts in his ears, and by the time he’s walking back to the elevators he’s feeling sweaty and spent. As he enters the elevator bank he sees one going up who’s doors are about to close. “Hold!” he shouts as he hustles into a jog and a hand shoots out from inside to trigger the sensor. The doors open back up to reveal Henry, standing there with all his luggage around him. Alex wasn’t expecting to see Henry again until rehearsals tomorrow, so it’s the surprise that’s likely causing Alex’s stomach to go all funny. Henry, it seems, wasn’t expecting to see Alex either, his eyes going wide and his posture stiffening.

No pressure tagging @daisymae-12 @inexplicablymine @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @ar-redux

[yoitsjay]

Brothers, Friends, and more pt.1

Pairings: Crosshair x fem! Reader

Summary: you’re a bounty hunter for the empire, and are sent by hemlock to track down crosshair and kill him, you find him on Pabu but have to fight him and the rest of the team. You manage to hold yourself up against all three of them and call them traitors to the empire, to the clones still fighting. But they tell you all the atrocities the empire has done… and now you have to re-evaluate where you belong… Warnings: cannon violence, shouting, italics are flashbacks.

Authors note: I used widowmaker from overwatch as a reference to readers bounty attire lol

Word count: 3,347

They were all traitors, to the empire and everything it stood for. You were the first to put your name in the hat to hunt them down, and your name was the first drawn.

“They are traitors to the empire. I will eliminate every last one.” Is what you had told Doctor Hemlock as he gave you the details of your mission. Though many details were left out, besides the fact that one man called Crosshair had killed an imperial officer and escaped with the clone child Omega before she was recaptured.

Hemlock wanted them dead.

And you would obey.

-

“Coordinates are primed, sev, how's the stabilizer looking?” You called out to your only companion, a BD unit painted black and red to match the colors of your suit. You heard various beeps of binary as your droid told you everything was primed and ready.

“Okay girl, let's go crush these backstabbers.” You stated, pushing down a lever slowly as your ship shifted and jumped into hyperspace. You stood up from your chair and stretched, making your way to your ships fresher as you cleaned up a bit.

You stood back, checking out the armor plating on your suit.

You wore a one piece bodysuit, mainly black but with accents of glowing red. The front part of the suit over your chest consisted of black plastoid armor covered with a thin layer of metal. The sleeves of the suit were short, stopping at your elbow, and attached to the sides of your thighs and legs was the same plastoid armor covered in black leather, with more red accents.

You wore fingerless black leather gloves but on your left arm only you wore a black plastoid arm bracer with a datapad built into the circuitry and armor on the top part of the bracer, and on the bottom of the bracer was a hidden knife sheath, almost unnoticeable.

Finally, the most intricate part of your armor was your helmet. Though it wasn’t much of a helmet and more of a mask that could retract upwards, acting like a headdress. The mask’s main color was black, but there were several red circles in specific spots on the mask, and when it was down covering your eyes it almost looked like a spider’s eyes.

But these lenses could swap out with each other and allowed you to see things from very far distances, in infra-red, night vision or x-ray. All modifications on your armor you had created yourself.

before you were a bounty hunter, you were a bit of a mechanical scientist on your home planet, you’d create droids or metal hands amongst many other things, it was a skill you kept close to you.

Your sniper rifle was another thing you modified, with a longer scope, and barrel, as well as a grapple and silencer and a few other fun little gadgets.

You walked out of the fresher, running a hand through your hair before tying it up into a french braid so it wouldn’t get in your face. Your BD unit climbed up the little groves in your legs armor before gripping onto a strap on your back beside your rifle, which was already clipped onto the strong magnets built into your back armor.

A beeping in the cockpit of your ship notified you that you were approaching your destination, so you took a seat and exited from hyperspace, reaching the planet of Pabu.

You scrambled your sensors and then cloaked your ship so it wouldn’t be spotted before flying into the atmosphere. You circled an island, heavily populated before flying down towards the caves, finding a place to land your ship. You lifted the cloak once the scanners showed it was safe to do so, taking your rifle from its clip on your back, lowering your mask over your eyes as you left your ship with sev on your shoulders.

You scanned the area before walking away from your ship. You kept low to the ground, and found walls to scale to stay out of eyesight. You had a puck of what Crosshair looked like, so once you found a good vantage point that kept you well hidden, you peered through your sniper and started looking at the docks.

You zoomed in when you noticed a few unusual men by a shuttle, loading it up with supplies. You narrowed your eyes and zoomed in further, scanning each man with your visor which sent the data to your datapad before spotting the man you came here for.

He had a tattoo of a crosshair over his right eye which was right on the nose and it even made you snicker a bit. You could take him out at that moment if you wanted too, but there were also too many variables.

You pulled your head back and lowered your scope as you shuffled to your knees, searching for a better hidden position, hoping to catch him alone.

In the meantime however, Crosshair had the feeling he was being watched, intently. He looked around, narrowing his eyes as his hands tightened into fists. “What’s wrong?” Hunter asked, his voice breaking Crosshair out of his thoughts. “I don't know…” He trailed off, looking around once again before turning to his brother.

“I feel like something… or someone is watching us.” He explained, tensing only for a second as Hunter placed a hand on his shoulder, scanning the area but seeing or sensing nothing close. “Well we’ll just stick together then, if someone is here they won't strike with me and Wrecker around.” He stated, hoping to relieve Crosshair.

But something was still pricking in the back of his mind, and he couldn’t place it.

Something almost familiar.

-

You had followed Crosshair and the two other men back to one of the larger huts on Pabu, and we're watching from the roof of another home nearby. You were at a slight angle but you made sure you had sights on Crosshair the whole time. You equipped your silencer and the flash muzzle of your scope and just relied on your mask to help you aim.

You inhaled and your finger covered the trigger as you aligned your shot.

Then you exhaled and you pulled the trigger. However in your midst of focus on crosshair you hadn’t noticed one of the men sneaking up on you, and just as you fired a kick flew into your ribs and the blaster bolt just barely missed the man’s head.

You grunted, rolling onto your back as you kicked the man who ruined your shot, jumping to your feet. However the man had recovered from your kick, and tackled you down.

You both went tumbling over the side, your sniper falling from your hands and onto the ground as you let out a grunt, and elbowed the man in the face as he wrestled with you on the ground, managing to wrap an arm around your neck.

You managed to cut yourself loose as sev sprayed oil in the man’s face. You dove for your sniper, grabbing it and rolling away as a second much larger man arrived and tried to swing a fist at you.

With a series of quick and articulated jabs you temporarily paralyzed the larger man.

Crosshair had joined the fray, a knife in his hand. You also noticed the other man also had a vibroblade, and they were approaching you. You rolled your head back, listening as it cracked before placing the rifle on your back. You removed your blade from the holster on your boot, and grabbed the second from underneath your bracer.

The first man came at you, and you dodged his first attack, he had armor on so you couldn’t cut him, but as he turned to strike at you again you ducked down and pushed him into a nearby hut. You jumped up and kicked off the wall and landed on a second, jumping back to the first as you wall jumped before reaching the roof.

You turned your head slightly before stepping to the left as a blaster shot flew past you, you looked to where the shot came from, seeing a scowling Crosshair. You sheathed your knives, and instead grabbed your blaster, firing a few shots towards them.

“Wrecker now!” The skull-faced man shouted, and you spun around just as two arms wrapped around your arms, holding them back as he lifted you into the air. The big man was a wrecker, also fitting.

You let out a battle cry, or something along those lines as you kicked your legs and wrestled out of the extremely strong man's grip. Sev had jumped off your shoulder, and instead climbed up Wreckers arm before shocking him in the face.

Wrecker released you and Sev jumped on your shoulder again. You huffed, crouching down as you used your leg to hook onto the wrecker's ankle and then yank him down.

He fell with a thud, and you took the opportunity to jump onto the canopy of the nearby balcony. But crosshair was right on your tale, as was the unnamed man, followed by Wrecker.

“You’re all traitors to the empire!” You shouted as you grabbed your sniper and shot a grapple upwards to a hanging tree branch, flying upwards as you aimed and fired a few more shots that managed to miss.

“And the Empire is filled with liar’s!” crosshair rebutted, avoiding another shot you fired at him. “The Empire put me through hell! they’re torturing clones on Tantiss! our brothers!” Crosshair shouted, and your eyes widened slightly. “Clones? your clones?” You whispered, tilting your head to the side as another shot whizzed past your head.

You jumped, soaring over the three men before landing behind them. “They said nothing to me about clones.” You hissed, aiming at the three of them as you stood on a ledge. You glanced down, calculating survivability if you had to jump. “Why do you care if we’re clones or not? you're just a bounty hunter.” Crosshair pointed out, and you snarled. “The clones are loyal soldiers, my friends.” You hissed, aiming your hunter to the skull faced man as he approached.

“To the Empire the clones are expendable, they don’t care if we die! I gave my life and my loyalty to the Empire, betrayed my brothers and my actions got one of them killed. But in the end all they did was betray me.” Crosshair hissed at you, and your eyes softened.

Explosions, louder than ever and nastier than ever shook the ground you stood on, your neighbors, friends, and the people of your home screamed and ran away as droid units stomped and shot at the innocent people.

Separatists had invaded your peaceful planet, and would kill to get the resources the planet harbored.

You had no idea where your mother was, but your father laid dead at your feet, having pushed your young form out of the way of an explosion.

You were sobbing, and frozen in fear as droids approached.

But then a pair of armored arms wrapped around you, moving you out of the way before setting you on the ground, and clone troopers in blue armor shot the droids, and saved others from a fate like your fathers. The clone who had grabbed you, was saying something but your ears wouldn’t stop ringing.

You cried, and hugged him tightly. He held you for a moment before grabbing ahold of your hand, using the other to shoot down droid’s who approached. After the battle, you still refused to let go of him, your family was dead and you managed to tell him that, so he led you back to the rest of his squad, and to a man who stood out amongst the rest.

“Who’ve you got there Rex old boy?” The stranger asked, and looked down at you. You were seventeen but you felt like a child in that moment, gripping onto a clone like a lifeline.

“Y/n.” You choked out, wiping your tears. “Nice to meet you Y/n, do you need help finding your family?” The man asked, and you shook your head. “No, they’re dead.” You stated, finally letting go of the clone, Rex’s hand, clenching your hands into fists.

“I’m going to kill those goddamn separatists.” You growled, staring at the ground in anger. The man placed a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. “Well, I think there's a way you can help with that….”

The man, Anakin Skywalker, had taken you back with the rest of his clone unit, the 501st, and he helped you enlist in the GAR. Since then, you fought alongside your saviors, your friends.

-

You exhaled, and dropped your sniper onto the ground before raising your hands in surrender. Your mask retracted, revealing the rest of your face. “Clones were my family, they saved my life and trained me. Captain Rex… before he was claimed dead he- he told me to always keep fighting for what i believed in… I believed in my brothers. And I followed them into the Empire.” You explained, looking at Crosshair, and then at his shaking hand.

“Rex isn-”

“Why are you Hunting me?” Crosshair interrupted Wrecker, and you looked over at him. “Doctor Hemlock wants you dead, he deemed you too unsafe to live, knowing what you know about Tantiss, and Omega.” You stated, looking over at the skull faced man who still had his blaster pointed to you.

You sighed, keeping your hands raised. “I’ll take you to Tantiss, give you base plans. Whatever you want. But knowing that… that the Empire just discards my friends, loyal men? I can't stand by and watch… not any longer.” You growled, wiping away a couple tears that started to fall.

Slowly the man lowered his blaster, and gestured for his brothers to do the same. “What’s your name?” He asked, and you told him. Crosshair narrowed his eyes for a moment, before they widened in realization.

He heard your name within the Empire before, you were skilled, very skilled, nearly as good as him with a sniper. Sometimes he'd see you on similar missions, and would often get to a target before he could. He knew you, and you had no idea he was a clone.

Hunter stepped towards you, and you looked over at him. “We don’t trust you, but if you give us everything we want on Tantiss, and help us take that base down, we won’t kill you.” He explained, and you nodded in agreement. “Fair” You mused and lowered your arms to your sides.

You told the man, Hunter, everything you knew about Tantiss, you gave them coordinates, base plans, and you also told them about a secret room, a place you’ve only been once, but remember vividly. Hemlock put you through hell, tried to make you more obedient… and it worked for a little while.

But as Crosshair listened to you tell Hunter about this room, he felt… bad almost. He watched as your leg bounced, and you clenched your hands before flexing them open, trying to ground yourself as you told your story.

You knew they wouldn’t be entirely trusting of you for a while, but Hunter knew you were telling the truth… And you were extremely helpful. “Hunter?” You called out as he prepared to walk away, turning to look at you.

“You were going to mention Rex… did you know him well?” You asked, and the man pursed his lips, glancing at Crosshair who examined you before nodding. “Rex is alive.” Hunter stated, and your eyes went wide. “Echo is-”

“Echo’s alive?” You exclaimed, standing up with wide eyes. “We were told he died on Kamino! I was stationed elsewhere during Order 66 i-” You paused, tearing up significantly. “Fives will never know…” You whispered, sitting down again almost defeated.

Hunter pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “Crosshair keep an eye on her. I’ll be back.” He started before walking away. Another sigh left your lips, and you leaned against the balcony ledge, looking at the water as sev snuggled against you. “I know sev… I miss them too.” You muttered.

Crosshair shifted, and walked over to you, quietly pulling up a chair as he studied you. “Why not leave after the torture you went through?” Crosshair asked, you had a ship, an easy way out.

You sighed. “I was being monitored, a tracking beacon was on my ship, I managed to get it removed but there are eyes everywhere.” You explained, glancing over at him. “I remember you.” You added, and he nodded. “Me too.” He muttered.

You shifted so you were facing him, gripping your thigh as you spoke. “I wanted to talk to you, to be friends but- before I could the Empire assigned me to Tantiss, to find force sensitive children for Hemlock’s sadistic project.” You hissed. Crosshair hummed in response, studying you again.

You locked eyes with him, and frowned. “I’m so sorry. For everything.” You apologized, knowing that only words could do so much. “I’m hoping that by helping you save those clones from Tantiss, and saving those kids.. I can redeem myself.” You muttered.

Crosshair wasn’t sure what came over him at that moment, maybe it was the fact that you had been betrayed too, and went through similar things. But he rested a hand on top of yours, hoping to give you some comfort it seemed.

-

A few days had passed, you had been helping Wrecker, Hunter and Crosshair with plans on how to infiltrate Tantiss. You hadn’t been told that anyone else was coming to help, but you were outside taking a small break, sipping some juice from a cup when you saw a ship you’ve never seen before fly in and land on the top landing pad.

Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker walked out, and Crosshair nudged you. “Come on.” He muttered. You set down your cup and followed, reaching the upper landing pad as the ramp lowered. Out walked a clone, that much you knew but at first you didn’t recognize him. However he recognized you, and his eyes went wide. “Y/n?” He asked, and you nodded, his voice flooding your ears as you thought for a moment.

Then it clicked.

You gasped and ran towards him, basically jumping onto the armored man as you hugged him tightly. “Echo!” You cheered, laughing alongside him before you stood up straight. “God you got tall.” He teased, since you were not taller than him. “Or maybe whoever built your legs made them a bit too small.” You joked, and he laughed in reply.

“It’s so relieving to see you alive… After kamino, Fives he-” “I know… Rex told me.” Echo sighed, and you frowned. “I was told Rex was killed in action, and the rest of the 501st died too.” You explained, but Echo shook his head. “I wasn’t told much about what happened to the others, But Rex and Ahsoka survived and he's started trying to save Clones from the Empire.” Echo stated.

You hummed. “Well I wanna help, as much as possible.” You stated, walking back over to Hunter and Crosshair, who were smiling slightly.

And you did help, you helped free Omega, the force sensitive children and the clones, you had gained the bad batches' trust, and now you were back on Pabu. Echo had said his goodbyes, and left to go help Rex more… and you were debating.

Crosshair found you watching the sunset down by the beach, and silently sat down beside you. You glanced over at him, offering a warm smile.

“You want to go help Rex and Echo.” He stated, and you nodded. “I do… but I don't wanna leave you.” You added, glancing over at him. “There's something about you Cross, something so alluring… I want to test those waters.” You whispered, hearing him chuckle as he cupped your cheek with his left hand.

“Then test them.” He muttered.

You did.

And you were so much happier for it.

➺

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[fractalcloning]

Crashlanding

(A starter for @darthofe ) Soji is ambivalent on the subject of interstellar phenomena. She likes nebulas and comets just fine, like everybody else, but she's less enchanted by subspace rifts. This is due in part (entirely) to the fact that subspace rifts don't actually look like anything. They exist outside the visible spectrum of light and, as such, just look like all the space around them. They are, in a word: boring.

She had agreed to do this survey because she was nearby and because Seven had asked her very nicely, not because she was deeply enchanted by either dancing mathematical graphs or the "view". So, here she was, committed to at least three days of sitting and waiting while the computer scanned something she couldn't see, trying not to go out of her mind with boredom.

At least this system was sort of interesting, even if it was at risk of being eaten by this particular invisible space-time anomaly. There were binary stars, about ten planets, four of which had some really cool rings and gas storms. One of the inner planets had crashed into another at some point because there were two dead halves orbiting with a really nasty debris field trailing behind them in a cloud. She'd considered checking out the Class N planet just past the two broken bodies, it looked like it had some interesting topology, but she wasn't sure it was worth the effort to navigate to it. In fact, she'd resigned herself to just leaving the system the second her scans were done, but after about two days of absolute silence something finally happened.

With precious little warning, the subspace rift ruptured outward, doubling in size. The instruments on her ship went absolutely crazy and Soji was thrown out of bed by the shockwave. She managed to scramble to the bridge and throw up her shields but, as she did, a ship materialized on the event horizon. She didn't have a lot of time to scan it, it was moving very fast, like it had just been kicked out of warp. It shot past her, coming close enough that she was shocked it hadn't scraped the paint, and trailed both charred ceramic debris and coolant in its wake. It was headed directly into the debris field. Just about every sensor, panel, and alert on her entire ship was screaming about something, but the one that took precedent was the organic scanner. Soji realized two horrifying things at once as she looked at that flashing red panel--one: there was someone alive on that ship, and two: it didn't seem to have operative shields or engines. It plunged into the debris field and, without a second thought, Soji dropped into the pilot's seat of her own ship and took off after it.

If they were both very lucky, it would miss every chunk of nickel-iron and crash on the planet beyond. If they were not lucky, Soji was going to have to do some very fancy flying and a few daring heroics.