#bionic exile

[thistaleisabloodyone]

Everest is on streaming and the music video releases on July 24th. Am I the only one who was not paying attention and didn't think the MV was coming out until the single released in August? Whoops 😂

[translucent-sun]

That first night on Tatooine, he couldn’t sleep. After waking up for the fifth time that night, sweat soaked from just as many nightmares – about Anakin, Cody, Padmé – he decided to give up for the night. He stripped his wet shirt off his shoulders and felt around in the darkness for his cloak, pulling it around him tightly, shivering. 

He hadn’t realized just how cold it got in the desert during the night. But he felt it was exactly what he needed at that moment. He rose, the cold ground stinging under his feet. It felt grounding. He walked blindly through the pitch-black cavern, the moons lighting up the sky outside the cave’s entry guiding him as he stepped outside into the cold. 

The clear view of the night sky left him awestruck. Of course he’d been here during the night before, all those years ago. But back then, none of them really had the time to focus on the pretty parts. Their minds were focused on things that were more important then. 

He sat, thinking about the little boy they’d found back then, and about what would happen to him much later on. It was hard to think they were the same person at all. The first filling him with fondness, if reluctantly; the latter with despair and pain. With shame that he let it happen. His mind started wandering, flooding with memories of all the ways he failed as his mentor. 

With a deep, shuddering breath, he let himself fall back until he was lying flat on the cold sand beneath him, his fingers digging in. It stung, shooting through his body, clearing his mind. After a while it was shouting for him to rise, but instead he closed his eyes, embracing the painful cold, letting it soak through him. He sighed as he felt the sensation replace everything else. He knew it wouldn’t last, but he’d take what he could get. 

Though at the same time, he felt he deserved to remember, to feel the pain of it. Forgetting, ignoring, felt like betrayal, like another failure. His thoughts wandered to his confrontation with Cody. His failure to save him. To get through to him. Deep down he knew it had been hopeless, that it was bound to fail. After all, Cody hadn't been himself; he was forced to do what he did, as Obi-Wan had learned. But he couldn’t help thinking that he just should have tried harder. Or gotten himself killed. 

All those thoughts were pushed aside once again by the cold streaming through him.

He only opened his eyes again when the first rays of sunshine hit his face, warming his freezing body. He felt like he woke from hibernation. He hadn’t even noticed that he was shaking, his teeth chattering. He couldn’t feel his toes, his fingers, numb from the cold. But everything was better than to think. 

After staring straight up at the sky for a little longer, he reluctantly rose. Without sparing the rising suns so much as a glance, he went back inside. 

He switched on the burner in passing, grabbing the blanket off his makeshift bed while he waited for it to heat up, pulling it tight around himself. He made himself two cups worth of caf, clutching the warm stoneware in his hands, willing his shaking fingers to hold on tightly. He sat on his mat with his legs crossed, leaning over his cup, inhaling. 

It was hard to grasp that this would be his life from now on. In exile, condemned to solitude. Haunted by the past, unable to make amends with any of the people he loved. They were all gone. There was nothing he could do except to live with that fact. He had to be there for the boy. Right now, there was nothing that could be more important than that. 

But the adjustment was difficult not just mentally, he realized as he let his hand glide over his mechanical leg, feeling the dust under his fingers. What he hadn’t considered when he thought about the desert planet was the sand, of all things. He’d come to think of the bionic leg as his own over the years, feeling and controlling it like it was his own, interpreting the sensory signals it sent to his body as naturally as if it was made from flesh. 

Though now, with sand grinding between its servos, blocking his movements and making his leg feel stuck, he was made painfully aware of it. Well, not so much painfully as insanely uncomfortably. The tiny grains triggered the leg’s sensors, translating into an almost unbearable itchiness. He’d have to find a way to get enough oil for a nice, long soak. And a way to prevent it from happening again for a while, preferably, making a mental note to get both the oil and some coarseweave to wrap the leg in as soon as possible. And suddenly the memory of Anakin’s disdain for sand almost made him chuckle.

[darkadaline]

Masterlist II

Altered Carbon

Love again

Gone Soft

Takeshi Kovacs - Masterlist

Takeshi Kovacs - Masterlist II

You'll understand when you come my way

It's alright to feel broken

Intuition

Kinktober Day 29

Hand size

Height difference

Are you scared of me

These pages burn bright - Masterlist

Heaven on the weekend

As you begin to fall asleep

Lone wolf

Home

Wide open

Addicted

Sleep is for the weak

Reflections

Don't hide from me

Take my hand

Small price to pay

Bionic Exile - Masterlist

People disappear here - Masterlist

Touch me

Hold on to me

Straight to my head

Jealous, Protective

The Raven

Take care of you

New sleeve

Suicide Squad

Rick Flag

Peeping Tom's

What do you long for

Rick Flag - Masterlist

Thief

All manner of devotion

Kink master

What will stay

Heat up

Virgin

Shy

Say it

You'll understand when you come my way

Kinktober Masterlist

Heaven on the weekend

The Lady in the middle - with Syverson

Taron Egerton

Truth & Dare

Anxiety

I'm here

Steamy

Hurt

Cuddler

Midnight declaration

Taron Egergon Masterlist

Virgin

Lingerie

Helping hand

Peaky Blinders

An introduction - Tommy Shelby

Rough - Tommy Shelby

Shorty - Tommy Shelby

These Shelby eyes - Tommy Shelby

One day you'll speak - Tommy Shelby

Right place, right time - Tommy Shelby

Fluffy blanket - Tommy Shelby

When it comes to you - Tommy Shelby

Cold tea - Tommy Shelby

Virgin - Shelby brothers

Older man - Tommy Shelby

Seasonal love - Tommy Shelby

You're not like her - Tommy Shelby

Helping hand - Tommy Shelby

Fading innocence - Tommy Shelby

Bound for more - Tommy Shelby

Quiet post girl - Tommy Shelby

Daisy - Tommy Shelby

Naive - Tommy Shelby

You felt right - Tommy Shelby

Nightcap - Tommy Shelby

Shelby brothers Masterlist

Birmingham - Tommy Shelby

To be alone - Tommy Shelby

Crosses on my body - Tommy Shelby

Making amends - Tommy Shelby

Flipped - Masterlist T.S.

Silence - Masterlist T.S.

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Clueless - Tommy Shelby

Protect you - Tommy Shelby

Who did this to you? - Tommy Shelby

Scraped Heart - Shelby Family

My brothers friend - Tommy Shelby

You'll be save here - Tommy Shelby

Messing with the Peaky Blinders - Shelby Family

[hymnoire]

"and you.. who are you?" ( for my boy @homelander-rp-blog for any of your muses! for apocalypse au! )

Six months ago, during the war, Gaya fell and broke. Shot in the stomach, ejected through a window that cracked open, twenty floors high. Her spine shattered, her left arm snapped like glass, and her iliac wings were pulverized. She bled out on the pavement, dead. Technology had advanced in this new chapter of the world, enough to piece her body back together, enough to merge flesh with steel and thread her nerves through circuits. Her left arm and her spine were fully replaced, bionic. Neural pathways were rerouted through a matrix of living code. Her body healed, but she was no longer just human. Half a woman, half a machine. That same technology is what tore the world apart. It began in secrecy, in government labs chasing transcendence, trying to rewrite the limits of the human condition. But the secret didn’t stay buried. Titan, a terrorist syndicate with no face and endless reach, stole the research before the government could even lie about it. By the time Titan was found, it was too late. They were out for blood, and they got it. Gaya always believed humans shouldn’t play God and she was right. Sadly, she still failed to stop what came next. The war that followed wasn’t just civil, it was apocalyptic. Titan’s stolen tech created HumanAIs, hybrids built for war, programmed to kill who inevitably start killing regular humans. What started as a silent war became a global one, spiraling out of control. Now, what's left of humanity hides. Scattered. Starving. The cities belong to the HumanAIs who operate for Titan, soulless, and ruthless. The rest of the world is a crumbling wasteland of rusted skeletons and toxic air. Humans live in exile, in otarcy, a kind of existence where survival is a full-time job and trust is extinct. Many wander the red deserts, where wind doesn’t blow and the sky forgets to rain. Gaya hasn’t awakened yet from her recovery and surgery, she still lies in a bed made of glass, intubated, in a room that’s kept hidden. A room watched over by Kaeleena.

Kaeleena stands like a ghost wrapped in ivory, a vision so pristine it feels offensive. Her dress is immaculate, the color of untouched snow, stitched from something too soft to be real, yet too perfect to be fabric. It clings and drapes with eerie fluidity, a high-collared robe that splits open like a ceremonial blade down the front, revealing thin bands of gold coiled along her ribs. Ornamental and useless, like jewelry meant for gods. Her feet are bare. Clean. Silent. She moves like she’s never touched the ground. The room she inhabits is an aberration in this post-collapse world. A sanctum of impossible luxury carved into the bones of Titan's supremacy. Glass walls rise around her like cathedral windows, refracting artificial light into dancing gold across the marbled floor. A single desk dominates the room, sleek and angular. Behind her, a massive screen displays with schematics, pulse maps, surveillance grids, and living files. One of them is labeled simply: Gayane. Cables slither from the ceiling like lazy serpents, some plugged into her desk, others drifting, whispering data and venom. The air smells of antiseptic and something older, like ozone or blood. Kaeleena leans against the edge of the desk, absurdly at ease in this sanctuary of horrors. Her eyes are pale, too pale to be fully human anymore. She was once, like all of them. When she smiles, it is with the slow satisfaction of someone who has already won. Her presence is cold. Where Gaya burned, Kaeleena freezes. She doesn’t need horns or claws. Her power is in her poise, her intelligence, and the certainty that she knows everything. Every path, every death, every betrayal. She watches John with the look of someone who already knows how the story ends. He is being escorted, not dragged or restrained, merely shadowed by the men who guard Titan’s inner sanctum. She has been expecting him. When he enters, she smiles, the curve of her lips dangerous. He asks who she is. Even if she would love to kill him, she doesn’t. Not yet. For the love of the game. “I do wonder,” she says, voice smooth as oil over glass, “if Gayane ever spoke of me, darling. I sincerely hope she did. If not... I shall be very disappointed. And I do not wear disappointment well.” They look exactly alike, Gaya and Kaeleena. Same eyes, same bone structure. But where Gaya kept the storm in her dark hair, Kaeleena bleached hers into light, so pale, almost white. Their auras, however, could not be more different. Gaya was the flame. Kaeleena, the frost.

“Who am I?” she repeats, stepping closer. Her voice is steel. “I am the villain in your precious narrative, John. Welcome to Titan. Our empire is sacred, and I…” She smiles again, this time with teeth, deranged and proud. “I am its High Priestess.” She knows exactly how far he’s come. Crossed the red deserts. Walked through cities infested with soulless machines. All for her. “Don’t tell me,” she purrs, circling him now, like the serpent in Eden, “you came all this way simply to meet your sister-in-law.” Her tone turns mocking, cruel in its sweetness. “What is it, then? Have you come to steal my beloved Gayane away from me… instead?” She leans in, eyes wide with exaggerated sorrow, a hand drifting to rest against her heart, as though to calm some violent flutter within. “I have peered into her mind, you know. I have seen the two of you, watched those fivelong years unfold like pages in a sickeningly intimate little novel. The investigations, the dates, the whispered conspiracies, the moments where death breathed down your necks and you clung to each other like lifelines. And then, of course, the sweet, sweet love-making. I love yous in Missionary aren't as cute as you think they are.” Her lips curl with disdain, like the very memory leaves a taste of ash on her tongue. Psychotic and jealous? “She loves you. More than she ever loved me. Can you fathom that?” A low, brittle laugh slips from her throat, somewhere between a sob and a knife dragged across silk. She's deranged. “It shattered me,” she says softly, with a tragic little tilt of her head. “I’m terribly sensitive.” Then, just as quickly, her gaze turns. The softness evaporates, replaced by something cold and merciless, something that cuts. “So tell me, John,” she murmurs, voice tightening. “Do you want her back… or not?” She steps back, just slightly, her hands clasping behind her back, posture impeccable, like a queen awaiting terms of surrender. “Because I am not above bargaining and I always enjoy a good negotiation. That's how we can get to know each other.”

[dismalia]

Petra Vligh, The Abhorrent Alchemist

Guild: Magal Mages, Divison of Alchemists (D.O.A) Weapon: Dark Sorcery, Chemicals, Accursed Gadgets

Style: Alchemical Extraordinaire, Occult Scientist, Inventor Personality: Ambitious, unethical, pretentious

Height: 5ft 8in / 174cm Pronouns: She / Her

“Arbiter of Phobos. A masterful pioneer in witchcraft and demonic engineering. Petra was exiled to the banished lands for her crimes against the unnatural laws by practising demon necromancy.

Notorious for her deadly creation - The Dæmonculi (demonic homunculi) of which she crafted from extracted demon matter, paired with noxious elixirs.

She could very well be one of the most dangerous exiles in the city with her extraordinary capabilities and illimitable arcane prowess.

It is claimed by her that she possesses a telepathic chord to the Nightmare Above, enabling her to hear the thoughts of cosmic demonic beings from other dimensions.

In order to heighten this connection, Petra burned off her hair with an assortment of chemicals. Due to insufficient evidence, this ability has been dismissed as madness.

Her current duties are to research and develop demon weaponry through bionic engineering under authority of the Lords of Phobos.

Frequently, Petra will employ the expertise of a few slayers to discreetly gather numerous, rare ingredients vital to her experiments. One such loyal kinship was formed with her protégé, the elusive Zathán-Gorgon serpentine slayer - Antagora Basiliska.” 

[lit-works]

Excerpts from the vocal logs of Forge

To Break Free? - Log 10405

Finally finished the device to break the blocking of Storm's powers. Had to scavenge some parts from my bionic leg and since the power source has to be solar there'll only be one shot for it to work. Now I've got to wait for Ororro to return from her self-imposed exile. I wish we had the option of staying here and in love, and raising a family uncluttered with society and civilization, but that is what The Trickster is counting on. We can't let him have our homeworld as a personal playground for chaos. Ororro, please return soon.

[maximalttigers]

While I am stilling writing up profiles and designing characters for my Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! series 'Hunted Butterfly', I decided to do a quick character lineup of my OCs that I considered to be a part of the main cast. I will have a line up for supporting characters and antagonists. 

I also wrote up some basic info about them as a form of roll call to introduce them to new people. 

From left to right we have; 

Salem- A demon spider-monkey hybrid. Knighted warrior of his home planet and guardian of his godson Reynold Nystrom Jr./Rain, he is Gibson's biological brother. His mysterious knowledge about Dark Ones and his unique combat have helped the Hyperforce team in many ways, they are concerned about his awareness of Dark Ones as he will not elaborate on where he got this knowledge from.

Tech- Commonly going by his nickname, a very skilled mechanic and Chrome's younger brother. He usually works alongside his creator/father in his projects and helping with raising his goddaughter, Sophie Ito. His understanding of new and old technology has helped the Hyperforce team a lot with fighting the war, he and Otto are close mechanic buddies as they work on new projects together while also having a mutual concern for Chrome albeit for slightly distinct reasons.

Chrome- A fully robot monkey mercenary as well as the chosen wielder of the Dark Reaper who fights the Krivark on his home planet. He is Tech's older brother and primary guardian of his goddaughter Sophie Ito; he later becomes Otto's boyfriend. He works to find the answers to many secrets relating to his home but also Eki's past, secretly having a feeling she's more important than what was originally thought to be.

Skyper- The last monkey created by the Alchemist and later became a Formless-Monkey Hybrid due to Skeleton King; he is Antauri's biological younger brother. He's very unique in not just biology but also in his general personality, at times he's mysterious even to himself. These days, he's acting as Eki's self-proclaimed guardian/protector.

Eki- A bionic human girl who was rescued from her 'creator' by the Hyperforce which after some time she becomes a member of the team and Chiro's foster sister. She is learning about life and freedom while adapting to her powers, thankfully for her she has a good support group in her growing development. 

Amy- The botanist of the Hyperforce, using her knowledge to help Gibson craft cures and keep the team safe from dangerous specimens on unknown worlds. She is also Sparx's younger biological sister; She's probably one of the very few who can stop everyone else from killing Sparx but will have her moments where she wants to 'kill' him. While not an occasional fighter, she can hold her own when needed. 

Azure Spear and Ruby Mace- A pair of monkeys who are very much in love to the point where they got married, they live on the same planet as Chrome and work various part-time jobs to keep themselves occupied. Azure is the peacekeeper while Ruby is the warrior, they in a way act as unofficial advisors to the Hyperforce with Ruby more of the fighting type mentor while Azure is the more emotional/mental advisor. They have a good relationship with the Hyperforce team while being old friends of Salem, Chrome and Tech. 

Octavia- A monkey-sea siren/mermaid hybrid and the adopted daughter to the current queen of Atlantia, an underwater kingdom that resides in the Shuggazoom ocean. She acts as the expert of sea life and later becomes Gibson's girlfriend, through her Gibson has learned to relax more and accept the concepts of 'magic' better. She's close to the female members of the team and has a good relationship with the males, Sparx is protective of her's and Gibson relationship. 

Coco- A young female monkey created by an exiled Veron Mystic member and raised as not just his student but also his daughter in a small pocket dimension. Other than the Power Primate, she had light and healing powers. She eventually becomes Antauri's girlfriend (And to Skyper's delight, his sister-in-law). She's honestly struggling to adapt to Shuggazoom but she knows that she'll be ok with the rest of the Hyperforce team with her. 

Kaneki- One and the only surviving prototype of the monkey team who later became a part of the Super Robot as a part of its subconscious and in control of it. When he is discovered and his new body is completed with the updated nano bots, he is fully trusted with controlling the Super Robot when needed and acts as a secondary advisor and guardian to the whole team. It is heavily implied that he and Antauri have developed a form of psychic connection due to the events of 'I, Chiro' while he's lowkey worrisome about Chiro's future. 

That's it for now, hopefully I will have written up the profiles for other characters as well. 

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

I had originally thought that if we got live-action Siege of Mandalore (or early exile years) Ahsoka, I’d make a new Chase/Ahsoka crossover icon. However, the Siege of Mandalore clips that we got aren’t usable (her lekku are far too short, and the actress, who was no more than fifteen when filming, doesn’t pass for a seventeen-year-old). The early Clone Wars flashback was good though. So, I made a couple of Ahsoka/Chase collages with their fourteen-year-old selves. I’m not gonna replace my icon with one of these, the AU I’m working on doesn’t even have them meet till Bionic Island/just after Order 66, but I still wanted to make them.

[mudaship39]

Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 10

Status: 

Alive

Was KIA. 

Retired

Currently Alive but MIA

Class: 

Cyborg/Bionic. 

Telepath/Empath/Psionic. 

Mutant (Changeling/Metamorph/Shapeshifter). 

Street Samurai. 

Gunslinger. 

Rigger. 

Martial Artist. 

Starship Space Pilot. 

Personality. 

Techie (Engineer. Inventor. Doctor. Scientist). 

Mage. 

Solo (Mercenary). Rogue (Shinobi/kunoichi ninja assassin. Bodyguard. Contract Killer. 

Netrunner (Hacker). 

Super Soldier. Combat Specialist/Physical Adept (Magical Fighter). 

Background:

Entrepreneur. Scientist (Magical and Xeno Archeologist, anthropologist, biologist, chemist, marine biologist, paleontologist, sociologist, & zoologist.) Royalty. Creative (Actor/actress, singer, band member, rapper, songwriter, producer, voice actor/voice actress) Philanthropist. Racer (Hover car, hoverboard, hover sport bike, hover motorcycle). Celebrity (model). Athlete. Academic. 

Level: 500

Stat Points:

Accuracy: 500, agility: 500, athletics: 500, awareness:300, charisma: 400, constitution: 400, deception: 500, defense: 400, dexterity: 400, endurance: 400, flexibility: 500, health: 500, intelligence: 500, intuition: 500, luck: 400, magic: 500, mana: 500, perception: 500, persuasion: 400, power: 500, reflexes: 400, resistance: 300, sense: 400, speed: 500, stamina: 500, stealth: 400, strength: 400, vitality: 500, willpower: 500, & wisdom: 400.

Skills: 

Academics, acrobatics, alchemy, appraisal, artificing, astrology, bartering, bureaucracy, bluff, business, charm, conversation, cooking, crafting, culture, diplomacy, disguises, electronics, explosives, finance, first aid, fitness, forgery, gambling, guns, haggling, healing, history, hunting, influence, intimidation, intuition, investigation, knowledge, language, law, leadership, lock picking, locksmith, lore, loyalty, marksmanship, medicine, navigation, negotiation, observation, performance, pickpocket, poisons, politics, ransack, repair, research, sailing, scavenging, scrapping, science, seduction, sneaking, speech, survival, tactics, tracking, trading, technology

Traits: 

Alignment: 

Neutral Good

Chaotic Good

As a superhero with their own agency

Neutral Evil

Lawful Evil 

As a supervillain under mind control, conditioning, and brainwashing 

Chaotic Neutral

True Neutral

As an antihero out of necessity

Aliases:

He/she/they are currently known as the Cardinal Changeling, Cambion Chimera, or Scarlet Shapeshifter of the intergalactic superhero conglomerate the Paragons

He/she/they were formally known as the Blue Basilisk, Emerald Eagle, Firebrick Firefox, Golden Griffin, Harlequin Hippogriff, Kobi Kitsune, Jade Jaguar, Silver Shark, & the White Werewolf of the intergalactic superhero conglomerates the Elites. 

Known as Equal Sword of a black ops and spec ops antihero superteam

Known as Mx Ascension of a demigod superhero team

He/she/they were known as Nomad, Wanderer, & Drifter of the antihero teams the Outcasts, the Renegades, the Fugitives, & the Exiles.

He/she/they were formally known as Morph, Shifter, Changeling, & Chimera of the Primals, Alpha, & Apex.

Base of Operations:

Regular Superhero Lair: A secret underground base of operations underneath their manor or mansion. It serves as their command center.

The place where they monitor all in their home city, county, country, & the planet. It is often located underneath their mansion and manor. Has many defensive and offensive security measures prevent any intruders from entering the superhero lair by mistake or on purpose.

They installed automatic cameras on the entrance, tunnels, & exit as a constant surveillance system.

Has a costume room of all their costumes as a superhero, antihero, & supervillain. Has a trophy room of all trophies they collected throughout their career as a superhero, antihero, and supervillain. Has a training room. Has an exercise room fit for a vigilante that would make an athlete jealous.

Has an extensive database of superhero, antihero, supervillain profiles and records of allies and enemies. Has databases and records of criminals and law enforcement.

Has a garage of all their cars, motorcycles, and other vehicles. Has a hanger of all their planes, ships, aircraft, & jets.

Has a teleportation room that connects to their intergalactic superhero alliance or coalition headquarters. Has secret entrances and secret exits. The secret lair was a safe haven for the superhero and their allies.

Has a medical center to treat their injuries when crime fighting or when battling supervillains. It has an advanced crime lab. A library with a vast archive, documentation, & chronicling of scrolls, paperback, hard cover books, ebooks, etc. It has specialized laboratories. It has mechanized workshops.

The secret lair is powered by solar, wind, water, electric, & nuclear power. They have set up various emergency secret lairs across the planet that only they know about.

It has a supercomputer whose specs are on par with any of those used by leading galactic and national security agencies. It permits global and intergalactic surveillance. It also connects to a massive information network. It stores vast amounts of information, both on their foes and their allies. A series of satellite link-ups allows easy access to their information network anywhere in the globe. The systems are protected against unauthorized access. It is protected with a an advanced firewall. Any attempt to breach this security immediately sends an alert to them, their smart human and alien advanced AI, and their ally who is an accomplished hacker. The lair is protected by high-tech defenses. The lair has extensive sub-basements.

Secret Alien Lair in the Jungle: The general public is unaware or at best only vaguely aware of the existence of the secret lair. Its location is kept secret from all but their closest friends, family, and allies.

It is the place where the second headquarters of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character.

It is where their Afro Latine Native alien hybrid mother first learned about her true identity, heritage, and purpose on Earth as an alien hybrid. The bastion, fortress, or castle functions as her headquarters and her base of operations. She later lets her family especially her child use it.

It is located in a dense jungle hidden by both magic and technology hidden away from civilization. It has a memorial statue of her Afro Latine Native and alien parents. It has holographic images of her alien ancestors.

It contains many artifacts, relics, & treasures from her ancestors home planet. Inside the fortress, castle, or bastion lies an entire ecosystem of preserved Iuyamanian and Ethanxiian alien technology and life. She is often curating artifacts and relics of her lost culture within its walls.

It is defended by alien bodyguards and alien soldiers. It is maintained by alien AIs, robots, androids, & synthetics. It is located within an ancient temple in a remote village in South America. A place home to her Indigenous South American Amerindian community. Although she has living quarters at the secret lair. Her main residence is still her home and apartment in the city of South America. The place that is home to her Afro Latine Native family. She has secret lairs throughout the world. Including on moons, planetoids, & planets.

Secret Demigod Lair: Located in an East Asian aristocratic castle. It is a bastion, castle, & fortress. It has served as the personal residence of the Asian Pasifika demigods family for generations. It is the headquarters of Asian spell-casters, sword-fighters, and demigod heroes.

It is protected by undead armored and armed warriors. It is the greatest concentration of occult, paranormal, & supernatural artifacts and relics in the universe. It is located in a pocket dimension. A semi illusionary castle that can be set up anywhere using a talisman or amulet.

It has many portals scattered around the Earth (and outside it) that are only visible to those skilled at magic. It is the greatest concentration of esoteric and arcane magical foci in all the realms.

It is an extra dimensional plane of existence. It is the greatest concentration of divine, devil, and mystical phenomena in existence. The location itself appears to be a focal point for mystical energies with an epicenter of ley lines running beneath its foundations. It is protected and hidden away by powerful wards and defensive magic.

It is a common nexus point for Asian spellcasters, sword fighters, & demigods. It was the structure's supernatural, paranormal, & occult aura that originally drew the family founder and progenitor to the site. It was where she trained when she was beginning her practice of the mystical, arcane, & esoteric arts as a spellcaster.

It is a many story building. The building is arcane and esoteric, divine and mystical, & supernatural and paranormal in nature. So the exact dimensions of the lair are variable and ever changing allowing the building to seem more spacious on the inside. The furniture, doorways, corridors, rooms, even entire floors will move around constantly creating a distortion of time, reality, and space.

It serves as a vast repository of arcane knowledge and an archive of esoteric relics. It rests on a focal point of mystical energies. No one truly knows how big the building actually is.

It has a foyer, drawing room, a library, a living room, dining room, a study, a laundry room, and a kitchen. It has bedrooms, bathrooms, & guest rooms. It has a meditation chamber, an archive, an armory, a training room, an apothecary, a laboratory, a briefing room, and the storage area. It has a dungeon. It has an area for occult, paranormal, & supernatural artifacts and relics. It has a poarch, patio, backyard, bathhouses, spas, sauna, pools, garden, stables, & aviary. It has elevators and stairs. It has a garage and hanger.

It has a network of portals to other realities, dimensions, & timelines. It is composed of long corridors, ancient suits of armor, beast and animal rugs, carpets, floating candelabras, and bizarre artwork (of paintings, sculptures, photographs, & busts). The residence also appears to be haunted by ghosts, spirits, specters, & wraiths.

It is not just one building but several. With each one occupying a sight of great power powered by key ley lines. Now mega cities or metropolises them. Together they form a planet-wide mystical defensive ward to defend the planet from esoteric, arcane, supernatural, paranormal, occult, & mystical threats.

It has been home to many individuals and organizations. It acts as a base from which the Asian spellcaster, swordfighter, & demigod superheroes conducted their duties. After being built, it has been repaired, maintained, updated many times and is now one of the strongest structures of its kind.

Elites International Superhero Alliance Headquarters in New York. It had bedrooms, bathrooms, dining room, a lounge, recreation room, theater room, an Olympic pool, a gaming room, and living room areas. It had a laboratory, a fully equipped gymnasium, a workout room, locker rooms, showers, medical lab, & a library. It had computer rooms, a monitoring room, a communications center, a training room, auditorium, a trophy room, conference room, map room, a costume room, an armory, and a briefing room. It has advanced science laboratories, cutting-edge R&D labs, inventing facilities, & engineering rooms. HQ and main branch of Dynamic Sciences, Research, Development, Engineering, & Technology.

It has become the base of operations, main operating base, and headquarters of the international government-sanctioned superhero alliance and coalition. It had a support staff tasked with emergency medicine, acquisition of cutting-edge technology, and attending to the other needs of the planet's superteam. It provides housing, training, and medical facilities to international alliance or coalition of superheroes. It is a several hundred-story glass and steel structure that served as the headquarters of the superhero coalition and alliance. An alliance and coalition of international bipoc, disabled, qtipoc superheroes. After resolving many international incidents and several intergalactic crises were resolved by them, the United Nations granted the alliance and coalition sovereign-nation status.

It is a private academy for child, preteen, teenage, & young adult metahumans and superhumans where they are able to receive an education. It is dedicated to training and reintegrating metahumans and superhumans from around the planet into mainstream society. It is also a training academy to train child, preteen, teenage, & young adult heroes. It has the most advanced training facility on the face of the planet. There have been many graduation ceremonies at the academy of the graduating class of new superheroes trained here.

Though often attacked by various villains and supervillain alliances the tower and building have remained intact for several years, decades, & centuries. The above-ground floors contained living quarters for the staff and the superteam as well as facilities for all public functions of the superhero alliance and coalition. There are also civilian quarters used frequently by the superhero coalition and alliance's benefactor and civilian liaison Joanna Jacobson. They were always reserved for her exclusive use.

A technological masterpiece, serving as both the superteam's headquarters and its home away from home. While the commander/leader/founder and many of the key founding members would often leave the tower and skyscraper behind to return to their respective cities. Other key members and reserve members called the building home year-round. Access to the tower required a special identification card, key, & communicator possessed by all members of alliance and coalition. It rivaled other superhero lairs, headquarters, & base of operations in security and functionality.

The tower has numerous surveillance and tracking systems to ascertain the identities of all visitors. It had detainment devices designed to intercept unauthorized personnel. Outfitted with state-of-the-art computers. The visitors’ center was as close as most people could get to the superhero alliance or coalition. The main floor of the tower or skyscraper contained no materials vital to the superteam's security or functions. So it was occasionally opened to the public for press conferences and social functions. The typical visitor only saw their reception area while in the building.

The visitor was greeted by their several simple and dumb AIs and inorganic robotics (simple androids, robots, & synthetic assistants. They were tied directly to the headquarters computer system and could monitor the entire building. The entire building was connected to a few smart advanced alien and human artificial intelligences, who served them as information brokers, a firewall, and cyber security.

The reception room was also filled with hidden scanners to probe visitors. If the visitor or visitors were hostile. Then the floor was rigged to deliver a stunning electrical shock, knocked out with sleeping gas, temporarily blinded by a flashbang, temporarily deafened by a sonic scream, or be frozen with powerful cryogenics. Once the visitor had been cleared, a panel opened to reveal a lift to the higher floors. In the stairs, escalators, and elevators there were hidden scanners that identified the passengers and checked them for hidden weapons or devices. If questionable material was found, the elevator would stop in midshaft until the teams were prepared to deal with the intruder or intruders.

The sections of the building are completely airtight. All of the doors are airlocks. Complete environmental support, including atmosphere and gravity is provided by all floors. It had a hangar bay for spacecraft, a hanger and runway (for jet fighters, planes, and other aircraft), a garage for cars and other vehicles, a port for sea ships, a submarine pen, a helicopter landing pad, storage space, and a machine shop capable of building or repairing vehicles. These contained computerized navigation aids, radar, and communications systems. It has a secret underground means of rapid transit to the other headquarters throughout the country and the planet.

The tower was abandoned when the teams disbanded or when schisms drove the alliance or coalition apart. It was later reformed and reopened. It’s a cutting edge nerve center and training facility. It's a headquarters and base of operations that allows them to strike from the shadows anywhere on the planet with precision and speed thanks to its cutting edge tech and central location. It was built for private weapons testing and storage.

The computer system maintained visual, audio, biophysical, and electronic surveillance on every section of the building. Breaching the compound triggered alarms in the master control security systems, and computer systems. This prevented enemies from breaching the headquarters. This prevented intruders from entering the headquarters by way of infiltration or frontline assault. The building was equipped with devices that could disrupt the functioning of a single targeted device, several targeted devices, or stop the functioning of all electrical machinery within the building entirely. This system could be activated by the computer, by the human or alien advanced AI, by the buildings inorganic security (human and alien advanced robots, androids, & synthetics), by human and alien security and bodyguards in the control room on the main floor, or by anyone who might punch the panic buttons located in every room.

It is a marvel of science, technology, and magic. The opposing universal forces have been fused together to protect the planet. The tower and building has been the scene of several battles and the epicenter of several wars between the coalition or alliance and their foes.

The higher levels also serve as the base of operations, headquarters, and training site of the coalition and alliance. The underground portions of the tower housed the maximum-security headquarters and maximum security computer systems. The advanced computer system contains all of their supervillain files, operational records, and international and intergalactic security data. It has access to the national and international security data.

While many members of the superteam maintained residences outside the tower. Only some lived their part time. Many members over the years lived at the tower full-time during their term of active membership.

There is a bunker and underground compound under the building that could withstand a theoretical or real: nuclear apocalypse, world war, alien invasion, robot uprising, or zombie apocalypse. It is the most secure place in the entire headquarters complex due to its massive reinforcements and vault-like entrance passageway. This was built during the world wars and Cold War by the original builder. There is also an underground compound below the basement that is actually an underground facility. It is part of the main building and tower. This part of the tower and building is used by the alliance or coalition in international or intergalactic emergencies.

It is usually maintained as a safehouse that heroes could flee to in times of trouble as part of the superhero coalition or alliance's emergency protocol. There is an elaborate 4D hologram transmitted of the image of the original tower and building manipulating others mainly supervillains into believing that the tower is a regular commercial and residential building. It served as more of a bunker, above ground, and underground base. The compound was equipped with the same state of the art technology as its precursors designed by the founders of each new generation’s iteration. It has numerous security upgrades making it one of the safest places on the planet.

Paragons Intergalactic Superhero Coalition Headquarters on Titan. It is an iconic headquarters for several incarnations of the superhero alliance and coalition in one form or another. It has sister headquarters on other planets, asteroids, comets, moons, & planetoids throughout the star systems. It was designed as orbiting satellites on terraformed and colonized: moons, planetoids, comets, & asteroids. It is tethered to their main headquarters on earth via an instantaneous teleportation network system. It was constructed using hybrid alien technology and magical relics. Boasts advanced human and advanced alien technology and science behind its walls. It is outfitted with a vast arsenal of cutting edge technology, gadgets, & tools. This is the militarization of the entire concept of a single superhero or a single superhero team. This is a group of several united intergalactic alliances of thousands of highly trained, funded, armed, & armored metahuman and superhuman superheroes. It is a superhero base, headquarters, operating base, & outpost in the heart of the star system and galaxy.

Mobile. Soar City. Shades of Color County. Neo New York City. Earth. Sol System. Milky Way Galaxy.

Soar City. A green eco city, a capital city, a world city, & a cosmic city. The history of Soar City stretches back to World War 3 when an alien explorer and navigator discovered the region while in the employ of the Earth and the Terran Empire.

It was founded in the near future by its founder after she amassed a fortune from her business corporation on Earth. She founded the first settlements, villages, & towns, & cities as its leader and governor. She appointed leaders, elders, & mayors to lead the settlements, villages, & towns. It was established after the planet was terraformed and colonized. It began to grow rapidly after the human and alien contact wars.

Soar City is considered to be a modern and futuristic multicultural metropolis of the near and far future. The green eco city, mega city, world city, & cosmic city is considered a thrilling and exciting location to visit. As well as an interesting and vibrant place to live. It is a mega city, green eco city, and cosmic world city with a population of twenty million. It has a futuristic, floating sister city held above by magic, science, and technology with a population of ten million.

It is a bustling residential, commercial, industrial ecology, & sustainable (eco city or green city) mega city. It is a bustling tech capital known for innovation and initiative. New mayors and governors revamped the city into a green energy city and began a trend of scientific and technological prowess. It is the most technologically advanced mega city, eco city, world city, cosmic city & capital city on the planet.

It is known for its lowering of pollution and waste. It dealt with its problems with environmental degradation, traffic congestion, & inadequate urban infrastructure that plagued the old cities of Earth. They did this by using renewable transportation, energy efficiency, sustainable housing, infrastructure, education, and universal health care.

It is a mega city designed with consideration for social, economic, & environmental impact. It is known for its sustainable reliance on the surrounding natural environment, the ability to power itself with renewable sources of energy, creating the smallest conceivable ecological footprint, and the lowest quantity of pollution achievable. It is a metropolitan mega city dedicated to achieving green sustainability, social sustainability, technological sustainability, & economic sustainability.

It was known for its education, healthcare, diversity, business, mass transit system, infrastructure, & accessibility. It is a mega city known to be equitable, affordable, diverse, connected, accessible, & providing a good quality of life. Architects planned the city with innovative city planning solutions. Developers and architects rebuilt the city into a living symbol of modernism and futurism. It was a mega city that created an enduring way of life across the domains of ecology, economics, politics, and culture.

It is known for its diverse population of inorganic AI, robots, androids, & synthetics. It is known for its diverse population of cyborgs and bionics. It is known for its diverse population of disabled, qtipoc, & bipoc communities. It is known for its diverse populations of humans and aliens. It is known for its diverse population of magical humans and humanoids (elves, goblinoids, giant kin, dwarves, gnomes, etc). It is known for its diverse population of metahumans and superhumans.

In the modern era, Soar City has become known as the base of operations and headquarters of the Asian Pasifika demigod metahuman and Afro Latine alien hybrid superhuman superhero. It has a superhero memorial dedicated to them, a superhero museum dedicated to them, & a superhero statue erected of them in front of its town hall and capital. It is one of the largest and most well-known megacities in the star system. Owing largely to the fact that it is the adopted hometown of the superhero main character.

The mega city is a cosmic city, also known as a power city, world city, global city, alpha city, world, or galactic center. It is a city that serves as a primary node in the national, global, & intergalactic economic network. It has significant influence over finance, trade, and culture worldwide and intergalactically. It provides a variety of international and intergalactic financial services.

It is a driver of national, global, and intergalactic economic growth, scientific discovery, technological advancement, cultural diversity, & artistic creativity. People flock to cities to create and take advantage of unique economic, social and cultural opportunities. This is a national, global, & intergalactic center of fashion, industry, banking, and the arts.

It is a complex and significant hub within the national, international, and intergalactic system. It is an urban center that enjoys significant competitive advantages and that serves as a hub within a globalized and intergalactic economic system. It is a city heavily involved in global and intergalactic trade. This cosmic city is the dominant city in their county, state, at the national scale, globally, & for the intergalactic community.

It is characterized by links and connections binding it to other cities that have direct and tangible effects on global and intergalactic socioeconomic affairs. It has a very large population and a high degree of urban development. It has manufacturing centers with port and container facilities. The mega city has significant financial power and high technology infrastructure.

They are the center of economic activity and also where the top executive headquarters for most national, global, & intergalactic corporations are located. It is the center of innovation and information. Particularly in media and education. They have significant media corporations, internet giants, advertising companies, and many more.

It has high quality educational and research institutions. Such as renowned elementary schools, junior high schools, high schools, community colleges, four year universities, vocational schools, military academies, & Ivy League schools. Thereby attracting national, international, and intergalactic student attendance. It has the largest concentration of higher education institutions. It is home to the highest-ranked academic institutions in the galaxy.

It has the presence of major multinational and intergalactic companies and is the headquarters of many multinational and intergalactic corporations. It has a significant globalized and intergalactic financial sector. It has national, international, & intergalactic economic dominance.

As the most economically powerful green city, world city, capital city, mega city, & cosmic city. It is one of the major financial centers in the planet and the galactic community. It has well-developed and internationally and intergalactic linked transportation infrastructure. It has multi-functional infrastructure offering the best legal, medical, and entertainment facilities in the world.

It has national, global, and intergalactic influential output of ideas, innovations, or cultural products. It has high diversity in language, culture, religion, and ideologies. It dominates the national and international region with great intergalactic significance. It is the center and hub of digital and other media and communications for global and intergalactic networks. It is the center and hub of new ideas and innovation in business, economics, and culture.

Their media imprint is enormous. They are seen as the most important and innovative place on the national, global, & intergalactic stage. Their cultural production is at the top of the national, global, & intergalactic scale. They are filled with artists, movie stars, fashion icons, architects, and musicians. Including socialites, financiers, top chefs, influencers, and athletes. Everything from activism movements, advertising campaigns, tourism, sustainable cities initiatives, technological innovations, & urban food movements. They are all happening in this cosmic mega city.

A hub within global and intergalactic networks of production, finance, and communications. It exerts a strong influence on international and intergalactic art, entertainment, fashion, commerce, education, health care, media, science, technology, tourism, transport, and communications. It is a global and cosmic city. It is a cultural, financial, high-tech, entertainment, and media center. It has a significant influence on global and intergalactic commerce, health care, scientific output, physical and life sciences, research, technology, education, politics, tourism, dining, art, fashion, and sports.

They concentrate economic power, cultural power, & political power. They also distribute culture, media, ideas, money, etc throughout the national, global, & intergalactic economic network. It is where the art world, the music world, the fashion world, & the finance world concentrates.

It is a highly advanced and technologically advanced city. It is a highly advanced world that is filled with a wide range of futuristic cities and landscapes. It showcases towering skyscrapers, advanced transportation systems, & futuristic furniture. It features a blend of traditional, modern, and futuristic architectural elements. It has neon-lit streets. It has a blend of futuristic, traditional, modern, & retro elements. It has a bustling rural and urban environment. It is a gleaming metropolis with advanced technology, futuristic architecture, and a highly connected infrastructure. It is a hyper-futuristic environment showcasing various aspects of advanced technology, architectural innovation, and societal structures.

It is a mega city, world city, cosmic city, & green eco city built on racial, ethnic, cultural, & species diversity. The city is a wonderful blend of many different styles. It is the result of cooperation between races, cultures, and species. They have come together and partake in technological, artistic, scientific, and cultural exchange. Showing the best of technological, economic, scientific, and cultural advancement.

It is known for its advanced medical and genetic research. It is home to a number of powerful organizations and factions. The mega city is a futuristic metropolis with towering skyscrapers and advanced technology. Such as robots, AI, and hover vehicles, & space ships. The mega city is a futuristic metropolis with advanced technology including cybernetic and bionic implants, holographic technology, holograms, hard light technology, nanotechnology, and robotics. It features a mix of advanced machinery, alien technology, & magical elements. It has a diverse population of humans, aliens, and magical humanoids.

As a negative it is controlled by a national, international global, & intergalactic mega corporation.

World Ship/Colony Ship. A sentient world ship or colony ship with mysterious origins that was discovered by the Asian Pasifika metahuman demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhuman superhero main character. It is outfitted with an array of offensive and defensive capabilities. It is defended by a complimentary fleet of advanced space fighters, space craft, spaceships, & capital ships. It is an interdimensional military capital ship cruising between universes. It exists in orbit around several star systems and a few galaxies. It continuously sails through the higher dimensions, realities, & timelines of the multiverse. Its faster than light drive is powered by a pocket dimension and universe. It essentially exists everywhere at once, granting planet-wide access to the network of portals that connect to every dimension, timeline, reality and every star system, galaxy, universe, & multiverse in the omniverse.

Titles: 

Champion of Terra, Savior of the Sol System, Warlord of the Vega System, Liberator of the Milky Way Galaxy, Conqueror of the Andromeda Galaxy, Destroyer of the Polaris System, the Devil of the Romulus Nebula, the Fallen God of the Zephyr Nebula, & the Hero of the Alpha Centurion War. 

Kalani the Fakaleiti Demigod and Mahu Deity, Warbringer of the Valkyries of Asgard, Titan Killer of the Greco Roman Mount Olympus, Yunos the Celestial and Stellar Entity and the Titan of War, Crel the Divine and Heavenly Being. 

Affiliation:

As a superhero:

Founder, leader, & commander of the Elites a superhero alliance that defends Earth

Founder, leader, & commander of the Paragons a superhero coalition that defends several star systems

Director of Heroes Plus an intergalactic black ops and spec ops paramilitary superhero agency that defends several galaxies

Leader and commander of the reformed Sentinels a intergalactic black ops and spec ops superhero conglomerate that protects the universe, multiverse, & omniverse

Spymaster of an International Spy Network called Overseas Firm 

Grandmaster of an Assassins Guild called List Keepers

As a demigod/demigoddess and later god/goddess

Negative relationships with some of the European Norse Aesir  pantheon. Negative relationships with most of the Greek pantheon. They are negative with the Slavic Pantheon (like Chernobog and Baba Yaga).

They are positive with the Jotun Norse pantheon (like Loki, Angrboda, Laufey, Farbauti, or Hela). They are positive with the Vanir Norse Pantheon (like Frigga, Brynhildr, or Freya). They are positive with African pantheons. Positive relationships with the European Roman pantheon. Positive  relationship with African/West Asia Egyptian pantheon. Positive with Asian Japanese pantheon. Positive with Asian Chinese pantheon. Positive with Indigenous Maya pantheon, Indigenous Nahuatl pantheon, or Indigenous Quechua pantheon. Positive with Indigenous Polynesian Pantheons

They are neutral with the Arthurian pantheon (like Morgana, King Arthur, Merlin). Neutral with Hindu pantheon. Neutral with Babylonian pantheon (like Gilgamesh). Neutral with Hindu pantheon. Neutral with Irish Celtic pantheon (like the Morrigan). 

Combat: For combat in melee combat, ranged combat (like bows and guns), and unarmed combat the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character deals fire (fire, magma, lava) incineration damage, lightning shock damage, water drench damage, ice (snow, ice, frost) frozen damage, earth (earth, stone, metal & sand) physical damage, wind (air, wind, smoke, & fog), nature (plants, wood, nature) ensnare damage, poison toxic damage, and acid corrosive status and damage effects. There is also light holy damage, dark necrotic damage, magic arcane damage, temporal time damage, quantum dimensional damage, nuclear radioactive damage, chaos metaphysical damage, and void reality warping damage and status effects.

Backstory:

History: Redacted

Training: Classified

[auralvelvet]

Reality Adherence // reflections on the new 7" from Kevin Devine

Kevin has been one of my unlicensed spiritual directors for almost half of my life - inspiring me for two decades with his wisdom, thoughtfulness, and willingness to change his mind, to proclaim, "I don't know" and "I'm trying"; insight spelled out through extensively vulnerable interview answers, and even more frankly through his lyrics.

A key tenet of his I've adopted is embracing Reality as a higher power. I've leaned on this foundation, which helped abate anxiety, overcome isolationist, despairing tendencies, and motivate me to live up to my stated values. [I also fail, often. I'm trying.] Discerning what is Real, what is Actually Happening Right Now, and what is True, is a Sisyphean task, starkly contrasted against increasingly active worst-case-scenario spiraling thoughts and feelings.

"God Is In The Numbers" is, as Kevin explains, "a Gaza song, a solidarity song; it feels like a meditation, which I believe is its own form of protest." This song helps us through the concrete math metaphor, actual numbers calming our scattered thoughts and leading us to focused action, even if that action's just counting down moments until a harrowing situation ends - like waiting on test results from a doctor's office. "Starvation's still a war crime no matter where you come from" expansively reminds us to care about and be aware of horrors happening outside of our own brains and beyond our own communities.

The inherent empathy found in "I feel this pull to say there's only one tribe" reminds me of a favorite line from a novel: "No woman can be an exile if she remembers that all the world is one city."* At the "cellular soul" level, we can support fellow tribe members in need - investing in mutual aid networks, donating and serving food, advocating for revolutionary housing policies - balancing the solidarity seesaw by "throwing your weight on the side of the disenfranchised". We owe each other a reality-adherent, terrible loyalty. "God Is In The Numbers" is something to say, and I'm grateful Kevin said it.

*

I happened to be reading sci-fi from the year 2125 while listening to "Laughing In The Ambulance Again", it's the perfect soundtrack for astronauts with bionic arms, rocking out to this amped diatribe as they mine gold from asteroid belts.

I love the Pixies-esque distorted vocals, how mild self-pity morphs into ultra-defiance, the synthy guitar line that almost mocks "the human heart can be so cruel, so cruel", and the caustic emotion of the severe, viscerally arresting line, "Drank the gaslight thinking it was fuel". Kevin's inimitably brilliant, direct, and succinct here, then, the wall of drums dreamily explodes into the chorus, where we're dragged along a trajectory from passivity to action, from desperation to relief, through "clutching / spitting / melting / choking / laughing [in the ambulance again]".

A stunning, unhinged bridge catapults us forward through the adroit wizardry of guitarist Mike Strandberg and drummer Damon Cox. This power trio offers us a proper punk rock song, filled with desolate imagery like "I'm a glacier / melting into someone I could like", spurring us on to the outer galaxies, "blinking at the end of time", until the roaring meteoric chords direct us in a recursive return to earth.

*fun fact: when you copy down quotes you can change the default gender; you can also forget the source material

[hydralisk98]

Reichbürger of Angora (thread-mainline 16^12, article 0x2D)

Es gibt ein Haus in Neu-Berlin, man nennt es Haus Abendrot. Es war der Ruin vieler guter Jungs, von mir, mein Gott litt ich Not.

(House of the Rising Sun, Neumond Records)

[second week of December 2024 memo] Know that I got alot of great ideas coming about this week for the foreseeable year, so stay tuned for the Odysee/Mastodon updates fairly soon. (a hint, it is ALOT of game modding adjacent content starting in 2025);

More character agent profiles

Ava Booksword: Cyan-eyed blonde ENFP synthetic-tier radical syndicalist android & personal social assistant to Kate made in 4500 Austrian Civ;

Kate "Olive" Kér: autistic transfem INTJ progressive geocenter/georgism/green human erudite historian woman born in 4498;

Shoshona: black agora housecat of the Kér domain;

Nil Elk Eike

Tano Petit-Ours Blackhand (sibling to Tal and archpriest of the Pohakantenna religion)

Tuliann Éléa (Progressives' diplomat and lead of the Harmony faction)

Milan Tulip (ENTP rival of the Unionists faction)

Pana Ninsun Vega (Assyrian chosen heir)

Vala Maynard (Mayan queen and communalist revolutionary general secretary)

Lou D'Oïl (Burgundian prime minister with some Aremorican roots, rules since the dawn of 4500)

Ulrique Ulli (civilian old friend to Kate, responsible for casual TTRPG sessions online...)

Deer Eike

Valenz & Constans?, vigilante duo in some older gamebook series known as a great romantic game, may be a good equivalent game system & narrative setting to early D&D; See it as a female-oriented reinterpretation of "En Garde!" ;

Nitty Tan (TempleOS' sorta personality)

Tyne Tiffany Tigers

Léo

Lyns

Lime

Kira Fisher: Golden gloss translucid cyberware honorary oracle for the Sune goddess

Dino Hayden (middle brother of Kate)

Wyatt Hayden (junior brother of Kate)

Tal Blackhand the Starwhisperer (benevolent overseer of the Shoshone Union, similar in role to Mister BlueEyes & GMan but with a far bigger heart and rivalries with nefarious actors such as the Nitta clan, Sunsway groups and other ruthless "old money" influences)

Gavrilo Nitta (tween Nitta boy asking literacy help favors to the Kate & Ava duet)

Jules Pyros

Sophia "Napier" Saller (Northern Treano ruler back from Polish exile during the recovery of Milan from the Nisian trade league proxy conflict as the capital city of Milano falls back to Treano hands)

Tekla (key mathematician and lead engineer of the service automaton world congress project)

Rudy (Sunsway motorized band mercenary & WW2 veteran)

Cindy (marilith)

Terra (aasimar)

Andrew (tiefling)

Vixen (nephilim)

Thana (golem / proto-machine)

Abra (robot)

Sina (droid)

Théa (programmable matter)

Debra (neu-bionics)

Devi the Dao-Seraph (rogue servitor trope's collectivist ruler unit)

Lorebook adjustments

Amongst the dreams I keep gathering most days of the week as of late, I got a few ones about Kate, Ava & Shoshona. One was earlier in the story, (may or may not had one at the middle of it?) and had two-three at the later parts (esoterical + technological ascension process, navigating the new body capabilities & some more info about the overall "Rogue Servitors" future of my setting past the Blackhand Servitor narrative proper itself); Essentially have to work my way down from my current overview perspective into the mundane lives I essentially build for:

Anthropomorphic lifeforms, angels, devils, demons, fey and other supernatural entities may (or may not, you decide) live amongst mere human mortals here. Pretty much sorta like in mundane urban fantasy-like genres mixed with "Bangsian" fantasy genre.

The archons of this "simulation" also live amongst them while living in a older dying cosmos maintaining the simulation livid, lucid and comfortable? (see as per Tal & Tano Blackhand entries)

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Thanks for sticking by as my wishes turn true moreover by the very day. Hopefully you all get to see the fruits of my labors soon enough... Cya and take care!

[alex12agudelo]

Happy birthday voice actress @kariwahlgren who is known for voicing anime, cartoon and video game characters Haruko Haruhana in the FLCL franchise, Robin Sena in Witch Hunter Robin, Lavie Head in Last Exile, Fuu in Samurai Champloo, Scarlett in Steamboy, Pacifica Casull in the Scrapped Princess, Saya Otonashi in Blood+, Kagami Hiiragi in Lucky Star, Saber in Fate/zero and Fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works, Fate/stay night: Heaven's Feel, Celty Sturluson in the Durarara!! series, Ashe in Final Fantasy XII and Shelke in Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII, Karina Lyle/Blue Rose from Tiger & Bunny: The Beginning, Courtney Collins in Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance, Anemone from Eureka Seven, Raine Sage from Tales of Symphonia, Nova in Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!, Samantha Paine aka Magness in A.T.O.M., Charmcaster in Ben 10, Kimmy, Amber, Monica in Sym-Bionic Titan, Enchantress, Jane Foster, and Karnilla in The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, Shellsea, and Snake in Fish Hooks, Carol Ferris, J'ann M'orzz, Saturn Girl, Phantom Girl, and Phantom Zone Projector in Young Justice, Shandra Jimenez, Priscilla Northwest, Polly, and additional voices in Gravity Falls, Little Girl, Grand Piano Woman, Lady Scarfs-a-Lot, Baby Meteora, and Various characters in Star vs. the Forces of Evil, Mina Monroe in Bunnicula, Roxanne Featherly in DuckTales, Shannon, Vormulax, Holo-Jane, and various voices in OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes, Martha, The Computer, Professor Scalini, Lady Franklin, Distressed Townspeople, and additional voices in Amphibia, Sinesta Gillicutty, Bree Trundleshank, Girl Quadruplets, Disco Girlfriend, Punk Girlfriend, Earthy Girlfriend, Parka Denizen 1, Parka Denizen 2, and Teen Fan in Infinity Train, Hypnotist, Tour Guide, News Reporter, Pet Psychologist, Customers, Bus Driver, Waiter, Mrs. Pinkerton, Mrs. Murray, Mom on Street, Millie, Phyllis, and Nurse in It's Pony, Amber, Eberwolf in The Owl House, Paula, and Kylie in Craig of the Creek, Barrister Ghost #4, Dog Ghost, and Grimbella in The Ghost and Molly McGee, Rose Gilberti, and Young Sebastion Gilberti in X-Men '97, and many more you are awesome.

#kariwalhgren

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[lacontroller1991]

Bionic Exile - Chapter 5 Alt Ending

Main Master List || Series Master List

Requested by @daughter-of-the-stars11 : Would you ever consider doing a one shot or a short series where reader from Bionic Exile chooses Takeshi instead of both of them... can I also add jealous Rick

Warnings: 18+ only please, implied sex, alcohol use, language, Rick may be a little ooc

Author's Note: SO I think this would fit perfectly in chapter 5, so I kept half of chapter 5 and then just rewrote the other half!! I hope you enjoy!

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Ever since Rick moved in with you, it had become a tradition that every Saturday night was movie night. Tonight wasn’t any different, except for the fact that you chose to sit squished up next to Takeshi on the loveseat instead of next to Rick on the couch. 

Takeshi. That dick. Who does he think he is stealing my girl like that, the thought makes Rick freeze. His own brain betrays him as he throws some popcorn in his mouth, his eyes training on the movie and trying to not look over to you cuddling up with the envoy, what does he have that I don’t? Rick grinds his teeth together as his jaw clenches, jealousy taking control of his body. It doesn’t take much to break Rick’s concentration. Just hearing you laugh at something that Takeshi has whispered into your ear is enough to make him squirm. 

Quirking an eyebrow, Rick shakes his head and forces his attention back to the movie. Your favorite movie. Not that you seem to notice, too busy fucking with Takeshi’s stupid trench coat, Rick huffs before moving to stand up, who wears a damn trench coat around the house, anyways? 

“I’m getting something to eat,” he declares, mostly to himself, excusing himself from the room and rushing to the kitchen. Setting the bowl down, Rick grips the edge of the sink and watches as your hands brush a stray strand of hair out of Takeshi’s face. Turning away, Rick opens the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. He knows he probably shouldn’t be drinking, but there you were, the love of his life, sitting and flirting with another man. Twisting off the cap of the bottle, Rick takes 3 gulps of the brown liquor before you round the corner and enter the kitchen with eyebrows raised in speculation.

“Rick? Why are you drinking,” you ask softly, opening a bag of popcorn and placing it in the microwave while hardly taking your eyes off of him. Rick glances at you with discontent before taking another swig of the bottle, the liquid burning his throat and lighting up his stomach.

“Because I can? Not like it matters to you,” he responds with venom laced words while you purse your lips. You were absolutely sick and tired of this behavior. You knew he didn’t like Takeshi staying with you and him and you know that he doesn’t like Takeshi one bit, but you wanted to assume that despite it being well over a week at this point Rick would get over himself. Evidently not, you think as you watch the man you love take another big gulp of the shitty whiskey that he keeps solely for the purpose of getting drunk. 

“God damn it, Rick. I am so fucking sick of your fucking pity party. Get over it,” you whisper harshly, not wanting Takeshi to know what is occurring twenty feet away from him, though he can probably hear everything. Rick stalks in front of you, his jugular vein popping out of his neck while his hand clasps the bottle of Jack Daniels. Nodding his head, he shoves the bottle in your hand before leaving the kitchen area and heading for his room. 

Setting the bottle on the counter, your body shakes with anger while tears threaten to roll down your face. After taking a moment to collect your breath, you walk back into the living room and climb onto Takeshi’s lap, legs spread over onto each side of his lean hips. Looking up to you, Tak notes the way your eyes brim with unshed tears and your body shakes with anger. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was wrong. So instead, Tak waits for you to talk while your hands clench this fabric of his jacket.

“Tak, fuck me hard until I can’t walk.”

Rick stumbles out of bed before looking at the clock on his drawer. 

“2:43, fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles in his gravely southern accent to himself as he rubs his temples. Maybe it wasn’t his brightest idea to chug down that much whiskey in that short of a time, but he wanted to forget just for a little while. Rolling his shoulders back, Rick nears the door but a repeating banging sound alerts him. Grabbing his gun, he prowls down the hall, the sound growing louder as he approaches your door. Pressing his ear up against the wooden door, his blood runs cold. 

“Fuck, Tak. You feel so fucking good. Harder,” your unmistakable voice echoes through the door as grunts and moans follow.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Feel so good around my cock. Cum for me, angel,” Rick backs into the opposite wall, the shock and hurt swallowing him up as he runs back to his room, locking the door and sinking to the floor. That’s it, he got her.  

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The squad watches Rick throw punch after punch after punch to the bag, his muscles rippling with each swing as sweat gathers on his brow bone and his body, clinging his grey shirt to his body, unintentionally highlighting each and every toned muscle on Rick’s body.

“Damn, someone must have really pissed him off, I ain’t neva seen him like this,” Harley comments, exaggerating the word ���really’ as she watches with lust. Nobody could really blame her though, he was a sight to see at the moment. His normally calm demeanor long gone and replaced with an animalistic urge. 

“I wonder what happened,” DuBois watches with intent, noticing the way Rick’s anger seems to spike up ten-fold when you and your new pet project happen to walk by the window leading to the floor above, neither looking down as they pass. DuBois’s attention then shifts back to Rick who’s fists continue to pound into the sandbag without a moment of reprieve until the bag flies off the hook that was keeping it up. 

Heaving, Rick feels the eyes of his squad watch him with anticipation at his next move. Not one of them daring to move or make a sound, unsure how to respond to the suddenly vicious nature of their normally collected superior coming out in such a controlled environment.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?” He questions, head whipping around to face his team who just stare back at him. Suddenly, Harley takes a step forward, ignoring the way DuBois shakes his head in an attempt to tell her not to  provoke the colonel.

“Fuck’s wrong with ya, Flag?  What’s got ya panties in a twist? You need to get laid or something,” Harley doesn’t notice the way Rick marches toward her til he’s standing right in front of her. “Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth, Quinn. You don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout,” Harley’s eyes darken in anger as she purses her lips before shoving a finger into Flag’s chest.

“Where do you get off telling me to shut my mouth. It ain’t my fault you can’t get a girl. It most certainly ain’t my fault that you were too late to fuck (Y/N),” Rick’s eyes narrow at the woman, “yeah, don’t think we didn’t notice the way your mood progresses down the drain the closer (Y/N) and Tak get. So why don’t you take it out on somebody else, but not us,” Harley concludes before walking off, the rest of the squad following her out save for DuBois who clasps a hand on Rick’s shoulder.

“You really need to get laid, mate. It might help you,” Rick contemplates Robert’s words as the former assassin walks away, leaving Rick to his own thoughts. 

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You laugh as you walk through the door with Tak following closely behind before shutting your door. Placing your bag down you move to pop open a bottle of wine when a high pitch voice giggling steers your concentration to the hall.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later, Ricky,” the culprit walks out of Rick’s room and allows you to get a better look at the woman. She has a nice body, you note to yourself, sun kissed skin with an ample bosom and an hourglass waist. But what you notice the most is the hickeys that were beginning to form on her neck and the fact that she is naked. Normally, you would be seeing red. After all, you’ve spent so much time on trying to win Rick and get with him, but for some reason, seeing the naked woman doesn’t really get a reaction out of you. Maybe it’s partially because of the talk that you and Tak just had. 

Tak, on the other hand, has mixed thoughts about what’s in front of him. He was half expecting you to be throwing a fit by now but then he also can’t believe the audacity Rick has. From what Tak can tell about your relationship with Rick is that you have given your everything for Rick and Rick just continues to take advantage of it time after time. 

“Hey Sav, you forgot your-” Rick rushes out of his room, hair disheveled and pants hanging low on his hips and in his hand, a bright pair of red underwear, however, upon seeing you in the doorway with Takeshi right behind you, Rick can’t help but feel a twang of guilt. Instead of making a scene like Rick thought you would, you simply grab Tak’s hand and maneuver away from the hooker and into your bedroom without sparing Rick another glance.

“Thanks, Rick. Same time next week?” Rick struggles to look between the crack of your door while Savannah plucks her underwear out of his hands. 

“Actually, no. I don’t think I’ll be needing it.” Rick offers her a small smile as she shrugs, leaving the apartment and Rick alone. Shaking his head, Rick peers through the crack before pushing the door open, only to see you sitting on Tak’s lap while Tak mindlessly plays with your hair. “What the hell is going on here?”

You look up from your laptop to Rick in the doorway, shirt still off and various lipstick prints over his toned body. “What do you mean? I’m just trying to get some work done?” Rick resists the urge to roll his eyes at your obliviousness before he’s gesturing to you on Tak’s lap.

“That. Why are you on his lap?” You look back at Tak with a smile, his hand finding a place on your thigh and gently squeezing in support before you turn back to Rick.

“Well, actually, Tak and I were just talking and… I’m thinking about going back with him.” Rick’s heart drops and shatters into pieces but he would be damned if he let it show.

“What?” The question is quiet as he tries to wrap his brain around what you just said. “What did you say?” He looks between you and Tak in confusion. Just how could this happen?

“Once the portal is back up, she’s coming with me,” Tak comments emotionlessly. In one way, he is ecstatic that you would be willing to try a relationship out with him, but he doesn’t know just how much danger he would be putting you in by bringing you back and if something happened to you like something happened to Quell, he truly doesn’t know how he would live with himself. Of course, when he was discussing it with you about an hour ago, he could practically see the way your eyes lit up with excitement and the prospect, but Tak knows you. He knows that once you go with him, you’re going to immediately regret it and want to go back home. Back to Rick. And that part scares him. 

“No,” Rick takes a step back, heart hammering against his chest, “no, you can’t go back.” Rick’s vision starts to blur as he leans on the frame, slowly sliding down the post and you’re quick to jump up from Tak’s lap and rush to Rick’s side, looking him over in confusion.

“Rick, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?” Rick shakes his head, pushing you away as he struggles to take deep breaths. He honestly can’t remember the last time he had a panic attack like this, and he hates it. 

“No, just leave me alone.” He rushes out the door and to his room, confusion settling in. What did he do to drive you away? What does Takeshi Kovacs have that he doesn’t? With a rather dumb idea in mind, he pulls out his phone and dials the only number he knows will help, no matter the cost.

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The drive to Belle Reve is longer than it typically is. Maybe it’s because of the tight tension in the car or maybe it’s a sinking gut feeling, but whatever it was, you’re anxious to get back to your project.

As Rick pulls into the parking lot, your eyes widen at the plume of smoke rising from the scientific division. “No, no, no.” You jump out of the car and ignore the calls of Rick and Tak to come back only to run toward the fire and hope that it wasn’t your life’s work.

Looking back and forth between each other, both men rush after you and into the building where it only takes minutes to find you, collapsed on the ground and in tears. 

Sinking to his knees, Tak fumes silently as he takes you into his strong arms. Despite the fire looking like an accident, Tak’s envoy intuition is telling him that it’s anything but, but he doesn’t really care about that right now. In any case he’s relieved. He’s relieved that the machine is broken and he’s relieved that you and him won’t be able to go back. Sure he’s now mortal, but he’d rather be mortal than have you die and not be able to resurrect you. “It’s alright (Y/N). We don’t have to go back.” Tak rocks you in his arms while you sob into his chest as he looks around to all the different personnel, and to the side, he can easily spot Rick talking to Waller, a devious grin plastered on the latter’s face. “That fucking bastard.”

“What?” You look up through tear soaked lashes as Tak looks down, shaking his head, trying to protect you from the truth.

“Nothing princess, how about we go and pack some bags and leave for a while.”

“It was Rick, wasn’t it.”

“I don’t think he started it, but he definitely had a part in it.” If you had any doubts about moving on from Rick, they just flew out the window. Standing up, you wearily make your way over to where Rick and Waller stand off to the side line, both watching you with curiosity.

“(Y/L/N), I am sorry to see this damage. As it is, however, we do not have the funds to rebuild it.” You scoff and turn to Rick, rage boiling beneath the surface and before you know it, you’re punching him straight across the face and Tak is quick to watch over the whole ordeal in case things go south.

“You’re a real fucking asshole, Flag. I do not want to EVER see you again.” It hurt to say, but any man who would destroy your life’s work does not need to be in your life.

“I had to do what I had to do. I love you. I didn’t want to see you prance off with that alien when you could have a whole life with me.” Despite your heart swelling at the proclamation, you can’t help but to feel that you’re making the right choice.

“You have more than enough chances, Rick. I’m sorry, but you lost me.” Turning to Waller, you hand in your badge for the prison with a look of disdain on your face. “I want a transfer out of this hell hole.” She nods before you turn back to Tak, tears threatening to spill again. “Come on Tak, let’s go home and pack.” Grabbing Tak’s wrist, you drag him out of the building and you drag yourself out of Rick’s life.

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Bionic Exile: Chapter 12

Series Masterlist / Personal Masterlist

Summary: Takeshi goes on his first mission with the squad and you just try to cope.

Coauthor: @lacontroller1991​

Warnings: canon complicit violence, mind manipulation, lots of angst, cursing 

Word Count: 2,561

The ride back to the apartment is silent aside from Rick’s fingers tap, tap, tapping against the steering wheel to the soft music.

“You know he’ll be fine, right?” You glance over to him at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, I know he’ll be fine. Of course he will,” A shaky breath cuts you off, “But what if he’s not?” Rick takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, lighting kissing your knuckles.

“Why don’t we watch a movie when we get home? One of those cheesy action flicks you like.”

“That sounds great.”

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“So does she ever get confused on who’s who when it comes to sex,” Harley asks, completely unprompted, “Come on McSteamy, I’m talking to you.” “Do you do this to Rick?”

“She does it to everyone,” DuBois replies, looking over to where Harley sits, now singing along to a song playing only in her head, rocking her body to the unheard beat causing Takeshi to raise his eyebrow at DuBois, silently asking for an explanation. Robert sighs. “She does that too.”

“Great,” he grumbles, mindlessly fidgeting with the rifle Rick had given him along with the armorer. He had wanted to use his own weapons that he brought from Bay City, but Waller and Rick had immediately vetoed that. “Have you guys been briefed yet?”

“Flag normally does that while we’re on our way!” Harley yells into the mic of her headset and Tak has to stop himself from cringing. 

“There’s a threat. We’re going to take it out. Simple as that.”

“That’s not much of a plan, mate.”

“Form one. I could do this by myself but Waller sent you guys with me.” Tak looks away, deep in thought. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe it’ll get back to Waller and she’ll pull him off the task force, but for some reason, Tak can’t bring himself to care. Until he pictures your disapproving face. “Look, we’ll form two teams, flank the combatant on either side and hold positions. Do whatever you gotta do but make sure it’s dead.”

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Rick’s arm inches closer and closer around your shoulders, but he’s not really sure how to approach your still frame. He had thought that one on one time with you and only you would be fun, but the way you hug yourself as you stare mindlessly at the tv proves otherwise and he’s about had it. 

“Are you like this when I’m gone?” The question stirs you out of your thoughts, pulling your attention towards the man next to you.

“What?”

“Are you like this when I’m gone,” he gestures to the way you perch yourself on the couch, your phone within a reaching distance. “Are you this cold with Tak?”

Your eye twitches. How dare he ask something like that? “You really don’t have a damn clue.”

Rick softens at your tone, a sudden reminder of how scared you’ve been each time he’s left in the past.  “I’m trying to learn. Please, talk to me. Say something,” Rick begs, gripping onto your arm as you thaw with his touch, letting out a shaky breath.

“When you’re gone, I cry myself to sleep. Recently, yes. In Tak’s arms. But that doesn’t make it better. I’m afraid to fall asleep because all I see when I dream are memories of last year. Everytime I try to shut my eyes, I just see you on the stretcher in that damn hospital with those tubes and wires sticking out of you every which way and me in the background, watching helplessly as they saved your life. Not able to do a damned thing. I wake up each night you’re gone, screaming for you. Terrified. And I have only been able to just slightly calm down after Tak holds me and reminds me that you are still here. And even then, in the back of my mind, I know that can always change. Now I have to deal with that for both of you.” You pull a gasp of air into your lungs, only able to judge how long you’ve been ranting by your need for oxygen, “This, me just sitting here, not talking is nothing, Rick. So please, just try to be understanding,” you crawl onto Rick’s lap and wrap around him, burying your head in his neck as his arms wrap around you. “I just want you both to be safe.”

Rick presses a kiss to the top of your head as he strokes your back. “He’s going to be fine, baby. We’re both going to be fine.”

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Tak is not fine. Far from it in fact. Never in all his years of training with Quell and CTAC had he seen such a disarray of chaotic fighting, but what he sees here in the streets of Havana has him questioning all sanity. “Quinn, get the fuck down!” Takeshi’s voice booms as he dives to his right, tumbling across the asphalt and just barely escaping a large truck being thrown towards them. Where the fuck did that even come from? Harley isn’t as lucky. She gets decked by the corner of the vehicle and crashes onto the hood of a nearby car. Tak watches then as one of the army rangers that had been sent along with the squad gets picked up by an unseen force and hurled against a nearby building. His body slumps to the ground limply though Tak is unable to tell whether he is dead or just unconscious. 

“Fuck.” Managing to pull his bruised and sore body up from the ground, Takeshi moves quickly to position himself behind a flipped over van where he will have at least partial cover before angling his rifle towards the creator of all of this chaos. Standing in the middle of the destroyed street is a pale man dressed in completely drab clothing except for the black glove on his right hand, which glows with a bizarre purple light. Tak aims straight for the man's head, but once again can’t believe his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The bullets swerve around his adversary.  Round after round somehow manages to miss their target, but they do get his attention. The man, tall and lanky, then turns to Tak and begins to take short, precise steps towards him. Tak throws the rifle down and grabs two knives from their holsters on his side. “Come on then, you motherfucker.”

With a swipe of his attacker's gloved hand as he nears, the car Tak stands behind is lifted and heaved towards his head, just high enough for the envoy to duck and avoid.

“Is that all you got?” He spits out and stands back up to his full height, before taking a step forward.

The person steps back with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with anger as he raises his arm outwards and points a finger in Tak’s direction.

“Not in the slightest.”

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Rick places his card over the scanner, granting him and you access to an unused room. After much convincing on your part, Rick finally caved and agreed to let you watch the mission. Normally, it’s classified unless you were on the comms team, but how could he say no to your pleading eyes. 

“These computers should still be functional. We can’t stay here for long though, darlin’. We’re only here to see how he’s holding up. Right?”

You stand behind Rick, Takeshi’s coat wrapped around your body as you nod your head. Realistically, you know your Envoy is fine, but with any mission, there is always the nagging feeling that accompanies you. And this being his first with the team makes it all the worse. “Yeah, I just wanna see how he’s doing.”

Rick nods, typing in his own code and pulling up the surveillance in the area. Shock and confusion begin to set in at the scene playing out in front of you both. “What the fuck is he doing just standin’ there?” 

You easily push Rick to the side and stare down at the screen, the hacked security cam footage showing you two small figures who appear to be Takeshi and the enemy standing across from each other, a purplish light surrounding the Envoy who stands completely still in his spot. Your brows furrow together as you bang the computer with your fist, hoping the signal is simply frozen. Rick is quick to pull your hands away from the screen as he calms you and points to the corner. “This is live feed, darlin’. See?” your eyes follow his movement and see some trash rolling in the breeze, but still, Tak and the person remain still. 

“What’s going on? Why isn’t he moving?”

“I don’t know, maybe it has somethin’ to do with that thing on his hand?” A shiver runs down your spine and you wish you were there with him, helping him, instead of watching him fight on a screen from thousands of miles away. Placing your hand on the screen, you lean your head on the box as a tear slips out. 

“Please come back to me.”

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Tak feels foggy. Like he’s out of place. He knows he’s walking down a corridor in Belle Reve, but he can’t seem to remember why or how he got there. His hands are stuffed in his jacket pockets and his head hangs low. It all feels off. As he continues to walk down the hallway, he’s quick to spot you and Rick, walking side by side and holding hands. “Hey Flag, (Y/N)!” He jogs down the hall towards the pair of you, who he’s surprised make no move to greet him. Coming to a stop in front of the both of you, a frown falls on his face when he sees the way you stare at your shoes, refusing to look at him and then Rick’s clenching jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Rick is the first to face the Envoy, pushing you behind his large frame and grabbing a fistful of Tak’s jacket, hoisting the man into the air. What the hell? Tak thinks to himself as Rick scowls. “Who the fuck do you think you are showing your face around here? You’re lucky I don’t kill you.”

Tak quickly break’s Rick’s hold on him and shoves the special ops agent back, giving them space. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on,” his eyes tear away from Rick and fall onto you. “Baby? What’s going on?”

You step out from behind Rick, and push your hair back; dark sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, and a pale complexion adorn your face, way different than the one that usually greets Tak. “If I’d known it would always be her, I would’ve kicked you back through the portal myself. I don’t want you around me, Kovacs. Leave me alone, you’ve already done enough damage.” You start to walk away and Tak tries to reach out but is blocked by Rick’s solid frame. 

“Look murderer, she told you to leave her alone. Now leave. Her. Alone.” Rick shoves Takeshi back as Tak’s thoughts race. What the fuck is going on? What did I do? Why does this feel wrong? 

“(Y/N). Don’t leave. I love you!” Tak falls to his knees, a heavy weight crushing down on him and making it impossible to breathe. His hazel eyes fall to the floor and barely catch the top of your shoes. “You ruined that, Kesh. I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.” With that, you take Rick’s hands and walk away and out of Takeshi’s life.

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Harley’s vision slowly starts to come back to her, though still hazy, as she coughs up dust, rubble laying all across her body and her javelin laying in the dirt next to her. Is everything over? Sliding off the hood of the car, she surveys the scene. It’s calm. Too calm. Grabbing the javelin, she starts to skip on the road, the metal weapon swinging back and forth in her hand and despite her joyous attitude, there was still a weird atmosphere. Rounding the corner, she easily spots the cause of the tension. 

In the middle of the road their clearly not dead enemy stands over Tak who sits on his knees in a daze, a purple haze clouding him. “What the fuck?” Harley looks down in her hands to her javelin and shrugs. If she can save Flag, she can save Flag 2.0. 

Sneaking around the pair, she crouches down beside a rock and peers over. “Why is he not fighting?” Her blue eyes scroll down the elongated weapon. “Should I save him? I think I should.” After a minute, she shrugs and starts creeping up to the person, keeping a low profile and clenching onto her javelin. “He betta like me after this.”

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Tak stares down at his hands covered in blood. What has he done? A hand finds a place on his shoulder causing him to look up, a familiar face greeting him. “You did good, Kesh. I knew you could do it.”

“What did you do? What the fuck did you do?” He stands to his full height and looks down at his sister who smiles with a gleam in her eyes. 

“What you’ve always wanted to do. You just finally did it,” she shrugs and gestures to the hall, bodies laying across the floor. Tak’s eyes go wide and he feels like he’s going to puke. He carefully steps over each and every body until a hand sticking up among the rest catches his eyes.

“No, no, no, no.” He crashes to his knees and shoves the bodies aside until he finds yours, eyes wide and dull as blood pours from your mouth. He quickly drags you out from under the bodies and cradles your head to his chest and looks up at Reileen. “What the fuck did you do?!”

Reileen laughs and crouches down, pulling up one of Tak’s hands and showing the bloody knuckles. “I think the question is, what did you do?”

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Harley stands behind the man and taps him on the shoulder, causing him to turn around. “Hey, let go of him, he’s had enough.” She swings the javelin across the side of his face causing him to lose focus and let go of whatever hold he had Tak in. Harley races to Tak’s side and throws the javelin down. Grabbing a hold of either side of Tak’s face, she tried to shake him awake. “Come on hotstuff, wake up.”

The enemy beside them groans in pain but before he could sit up, DuBois has a foot on his gloved hand and a gun aimed at him. “Uh uh, I don’t think so.”

Harley ignores her teammates as she slaps Tak’s face a couple of times, but to no avail. “He won’t wake up! He betta not die! (Y/N) will kill us!” She continues to slap his face as DuBois pulls the glove off of the bloody faced man and places him into a pair of restraints. 

“Relax, he’s probably just unconscious.”

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“You’re a monster. You know that?” Wake up, Takeshi. You’re dreaming. 

“We’re the monsters, Kesh. We were designed to kill and you did what you’re best at. You killed the enemy.” This isn’t real. Wake up.

“No, I killed my love. You made me kill her. You’re the enemy.” Tak scowls at Reileen as she shrugs, picking at her cuticles. 

“When will you realize that we are killing machines? It’s what we do. She was just a bystander who got in the way. Now come, brother. We have work to do.” Reileen stands up and starts to walk down the hallway but stops when she realizes that her twin isn’t following her. “Come on, now.” Tak shakes his head, his arms holding your dead body close to his. “No. I’m done following you around. I’m not going anywhere.” “Keshi, please. Please come with me,” Reileen begs, holding out her hand for him to take but he shakes his head. 

“No. I’m staying right here. You’ll have to leave without me.” That’s right. Now wake up.

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Probably, but I’d rather stay here than go anywhere with you.” Reileen storms out in a blind rage as Tak continues to cradle your face to his chest. Looking down at you, he wipes some of the blood off your face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

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Tak jolts awake in a panic and shoots straight up. He looks around and sees the team standing around him with the target in cuffs. Without allowing himself a moment to clear his head, Takeshi marches over to where DuBois is holding the man. “Let me talk to him.” DuBois moves out of the way and hands Tak the instrument that put Tak under. Gripping onto the collar, he stares the person in the eyes. “What did you do to me?” The man chuckles, spitting in Tak’s face but Tak doesn’t flinch. 

“I know your deepest fear now. It will come to pa-” Tak doesn’t let the man finish before he places his own gun - that he had in fact snuck onto the plane - underneath his chin and pulls the trigger, blowing the man’s brains to bits. The squad merely watches in shock. Flag would never do that. But then again, Takeshi is not Rick Flag. He’s Takeshi Lev Kovacs. Which no one on the team would ever doubt again after this.

“Wow, that was bad ass!” Harley comments and this time Tak gives her a nod in acknowledgement. Still shaken up, he grabs his weapons and the tech and starts toward the carrier with only one thought on his mind, to get home to you.

“Let’s go home.”

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