#c: holo!jack

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Every time I buy a Samsung I go to the store, try to figure out which one has a holo back and from there I just choose the version that's bigger or has a headphone jack. I'll watch some reviews that compare different ones if I can't decide but the details honestly don't even matter, at this point all phones above ~300$ will be pretty good unless you have specific requirements

Only requirements I have is just have a good camera, USB C OR offer wireless charging and fingerprint sensor. I've done a bit of research and it seems like that the A35 G5 seems pretty good, but I still feel hesitant. Maybe it's just me switching from Apple to Samsung, and I didn't really have a good experience with Android for the first and last time I had one. Though, that could also be because my first/last Android phone was a Motorola.

I will keep this in mind, though. Thanks, anon!

[imagineyourworld-old]

NSFW Alphabet with Wolffe

Wolffe x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mentions of injuries

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

After sex Wolffe is a puppy (sorry for the pun). He makes sure that you’re alright, gets you a glass of water and urges you to pee afterwards (he knows it is important for your health down there). If the two of you are not too tired he just loves taking a bath with you, just holding you close, shampooing your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wolffe loves your lips! How soft they are against his, how pink and plush they look after kissing or when he bites them (he also adores when you bite them when you’re nervous or thinking), the marks they leave on him and how good they feel on every single part of his body. 

As for himself, I feel like Wolffe would be proud of his arms/shoulders, especially whenever he gets to hold you close he loves knowing that he is strong enough to protect you (even if you don’t need him to) or carry you to the bedroom when you’re in the mood. 

C = Cum  (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Whether he has pulled out and spread his seed on them or some of it tickled out of you, Wolffe loves seeing your thighs covered in his cum. And he loves licking it off of them. 

And as mentioned before he loves your lips, so seeing even just a single drop of his cum on them is a close second favourite. 

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wolffe would love to watch you touch yourself to the thought of him. You’ve told him that you’ve done it before, but at that moment he was too surprised to go further into the topic. One day though, he promises himself, he will ask you if he can watch. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not crazy experienced, but he knows what he’s doing. Wolffe is a very closed off and private person, so he doesn’t just jump into bed with anyone, but there have been times (before you were together of course) where he went home with someone after a night out.

F = Favourite position (This goes without saying)

Wolffe’s not picky, he’s fine with whatever feels best for you. But oh boy does he get off on seeing the expressions on your face when he’s deep inside you, so basically any position in which he can see your face (and kiss your lips) is his favourite. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc)

He is a pretty serious person in general, so he’s not exactly goofy in bed, but that doesn’t mean he is opposed to laughing every now and then. The first time you laughed, however, had him feeling incredibly insecure until you explained that you weren’t laughing at him. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc)

Wolffe is a pretty tidy guy, so he keeps his hair groomed, but not entirely shaved off. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

It may be surprising, but during sex Wolffe can be a real romantic. He wants to make sure that you’re feeling fine, that you’re taken care of and your pleasure always comes first. But even though it’s rare, sometimes he can be rough and have his way with you (as long as you agree of course), but as soon as he’s finished he’ll take care of your needs. 

J = Jack off (Mastrubation headcanon)

Before he met you Wolffe just didn’t understand the appeal of mastrubating. But now, when he thinks of you, he sometimes can’t help but sneak off to his private quarters or the shower and get off to the thought of you. 

There was this one time you sent him a spicy holo and let’s just say he spent some time alone after that. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

One word: Cockwarming. Some days he enjoys having you so close, being one with you and knowing that you only do this for him and no one else. Some days he likes to tease you, make you all hot and bothered by giving you the bare minimum, but keeping you stuffed full of him all the same.  

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since Wolffe is a pretty private person it should come as no surprise that he prefers the privacy of your bedroom, he’s fine with your living room as well, but the bedroom simply gives the two of you more space and a comfier setting. 

He’d never say no to taking you back to his room (let’s just say he has a private room, ok?), but prefers your place, because there he feels completely off duty and there his brothers or general won’t interrupt whatever you get up to. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

Quite a few things, actually. Let’s just make a list, shall we? 

Since he loves your lips seeing you wearing a new or bright shade of lipstick, using a straw, licking or biting your lips or anything else that draws attention to your lips has him hooked. 

Catching a glimpse at hickies he left on you just make him want to do it (and you) all over again.

Soft kisses to his collarbone or the place where his neck meets his shoulder always leave him wanting more. 

Seeing you in either lingerie or his blacks usually has him half hard from the sight alone.   

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he loves leaving hickies everywhere, Wolffe would never leave any other kind of mark on you. He might be projecting a bit, but he remembers the pain when he lost his eye and got his scar, and is sometimes still self conscious about it, so he would hate leaving even the slightest scratch or bite mark. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc)

Wolffe enjoys both giving and receiving, but gun to his head he would have to say he prefers receiving. Not only because he gets to see your lips, swollen from kissing and him biting them, wrapped around his cock, but also because he gets to lick the last drops of his cum off your lips and taste himself on your tongue. 

But when it comes to giving he is so skilled, it’s ridiculous. If asked you’d say he is even better with his tongue and fingers than he is with his dick. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

His life is hectic, so when the two of you have time he tries his best to make use of that time with soft and slow love making. Wolffe enjoys touching and kissing every part of your body, teasing you and committing every part of you to memory for when you have to part ways again. 

Some days, though, when he is especially stressed or needy or you have been teasing him a bit too much, Wolffe wastes no time getting both himself and you off. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

He’s not a big fan, but sometimes there is just no other way. Maybe you have been teasing him too much, maybe you haven’t gotten alone time for a while, maybe he just needs to know that you’re there and you’re his for a moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc)

Here we need to differentiate: While Wolffe is down to experimenting and finding new ways to pleasure you (and for you to find new ways to pleasure him), but he’s not a risk taker. Anything that might get you hurt or end up in the two of you getting caught in the act is off the table. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last)

Not exceptional, but not disappointing either. He can usually go for two, maybe three, rounds in a row, and know how to make them last. If you’re planning on a long night however, he’ll have to take some breaks, during which he’ll put his hands and tongue to good use, so you’re not complaining. 

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)

He’s not a fan, but not opposed either. 

So far you haven’t used any toys in your love making, but he knows you use them when he’s not around, which makes him kinda curious. He won’t bring the topic up unless you do though, and that has nothing to do with the fact that he might be a slight bit scared, nothing at all. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Wolffe never teases you in public, but once the two of you are behind closed doors he constantly has his hands on you, sometimes he just wants to cuddle, but sometimes he wants to get you riled up. Maybe he whispers something in your ear, his husky voice making even the most innocent words sound dirty, maybe he lets his hands roam your body and squeeze your boobs or thighs, maybe he even slips his hand inside your trousers, whatever he chooses to do that day, you know you’ll end up in the bedroom. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

While he’s usually pretty quiet he lets out soft whimpers whenever you hit a sweet spot. And on the rare occasion that he is frustrated, either because you won’t do as he says or you won’t let him do what he wants, he actually growls, much like the animal he named himself after. 

W = Wild card (Random headcanon for the character)

Wolffe is usually a dom, but on the rare occasion the two of you decide to switch it up he’s the whiniest, most impatient sub there is. Since he usually cannot refuse any orders in his day to day life he loves disobeying you to the point where it can be frustrating and you’re close to giving up and letting him take over. He won’t let it go that far, however, because even though he’d never admit it (at least not while sober) he loves it when you take control and do as you please. 

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a soldier, so he’s strong and muscular. 

Down there Wolffe is long, but not exactly longer than average. He is quite thick though, so when he’s inside you he really stretches you out. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Wolffe’s sex drive is not crazy high, which he is glad of since there’s a war going on and you can’t just jump at each other whenever one of you feels like it. But there are a few rare days when he feels like he’d go crazy if he can’t have you right that moment. 

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Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired Wolffe is, he always makes sure you’re alright before he even thinks about sleeping. Once you are taken care of, and preferably laying in his arms, however, he falls right asleep. Wolffe doesn’t get much sleep and he never sleeps better than with you in his arms. 

I’ve wanted to write an NSFW alphabet for quite a while now, because I feel like it’s a good entry point to writing smut, but most of the characters I wanted to write for already have hundreds of these, so when I couldn’t find one for Wolffe I knew my time had come. 

As I said, this is my first time writing smut and also my first time writing for Wolffe, so please excuse any mistakes. 

[clanoffetts]

Rey Skywalker NSFW Alphabet

Rey Skywalker x F!Reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of trauma

this is stream of conciousness, so it's a little messy, but i'm proud of it nonetheless.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i feel like rey is really cuddly after sex. like she wants to be held, kissed, and told how good she did, how good she made you feel.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves arms. they’re toned and strong, and trust me, she sees you staring while she works on the Falcon or her saber.

She likes your hands. She loves holding them, kissing them, guiding them as she shows you how to fix something. they’re softer than hers, and the way they feel all over her body is heavenly, especially with how touch starved she is.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When Rey comes hard, she comes hard. It takes a while to get to her squirt, though. But when you’ve had her splayed on her back all evening, your tongue and fingers pumping in and out of her, telling her what a good, strong girl she is, and then have her ride your face ? with your hands groping at her tits, moaning into her cunt? you’re going to be drowning in her cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

At first, Rey considers all of her desires as ‘dirty secrets’ because she’s never had sex with anyone before, much less been in a relationship where she can ask for things. But once she’s comfortable, she’s telling you everything. The first fantasy she shares is having you use the torso wraps of her outfit to tie her ankles to the bedposts, and keeping her from squirming away while you overstim her

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not very. who on jakku was rey going to fuck? no one, that’s who. she’s out of all their leagues. but she doesn’t have experience with masturbation, and knows what she likes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

she likes being between your legs, sucking at your clit. she’s got a massive praise kink, so feeling you gripping at her hair, moaning, and evening closing your thighs around her head is non-verbal praise, and she loves it.

but she’ll always like laying on her back, you laying on your side next to her, running your hands all over her while whispering dirty shit in her ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

she can be goofy!! when she’s not utterly wrecked, which doesn’t take long, she’ll crack jokes and be sarcastic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rey’s brown hair isn’t just on her head. And she keeps her pubic hair trimmed, but doesn’t do anything too drastic. She was a bit scared at the beginning, she’s not naive or stupid, she knows the “popular” preference is clean-shaven, and she’s relieved that you don’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She wants to make everyone proud out of the bedroom, so ofc she wants to please you in the bedroom. And she sees that as taking care of you, physically and emotionally, because that’s what she finds romantic. so she’s always telling you how pretty you are and what she loves about you in the moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rey has quite a bit of experience with masturbating, lbr. but once the two of you have sex for the first time, she can’t get off as easy by herself. but, you gotta do what you gotta do. she likes comming you if she can, having you purr praises and instructions in her ear while she touches herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think she liked being tied up, until kylo, that is. now, just her ankles to the bedposts, maximum. maybe a spreader bar, since she does have more movement with that.

maybe a bit of light exhibitionism, too. she’s an adrenaline junkie, so….

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

preferably, the comfy bunk in her room on the resistance base. but, when rey’s horny, shes needy, and she’ll let you touch her anywhere from the empty briefing room to the ‘fresher.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

compliment her and she’ll lose it. she’ll get all blushy and quiet bc what's she supposed to do?? accept a comment without getting nervous and blushy??? and when you compliment her, her mind goes straight to how you compliment her in the bedroom. and then, she’s just standing there next to you, nipples hard under her layers of clothes, aching for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

After Rey’s capture and torture by Kylo Ren, she can’t do bondage anymore. Like i said earlier, she can do a spreader bar, but that’s it, and she’ll need time to heal. it’s too much, too many memories. And she’s terrified of a memory of you melding with a memory of Kylo.

she also won’t hurt you. why in the world would she hurt someone she loves so much?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rey loves loves loves giving. she loves everything about it: being encompassed by you, your noises, your squirming, your praises. and it’s all for her.

she does like to receive, though. she likes your hands on her stomach to keep her in place, the murmurs of “good girl” and “fucking gorgeous” against her cunt drive her insane. the murmurs often make their way into her meditations, if she’s not careful.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. At first, it’s urgent but it’s still sensual. Then, it evolves into sweet, slow, even lazy sex, trying to distract yourselves from the stress of the galaxy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Between being a leader in the Resistance and training to carry a whole religion on her back after the Skywalkers are gone, quickies are kind of necessary. It’s not her favorite, but it’ll do.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

She’s game to experiment, but she doesn’t take too many risks. The light exhibitionism is about as risky as she’ll get. She is scared of getting caught and ‘overstaying her welcome’ with General Organa and the Resistance.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Rey loves overstimulation, there’s just something about you making her come over and over again while she grips onto you, the sheets, etc. so she can go for a while. And don’t think the Force doesn’t help her.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I def can see her using the Force if you’re ok with it, esp later on when she gets into topping/domming you and gets advanced enough in her Force use to use it in the bedroom.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I can’t see her being a tease when she doms. I think maybe she tries, but her preference is to overstim you and shower you with touches until you’re shaking in her arms. She’s a protector at heart.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s got some gorgeous, sweet needy whines. But the sultry voice she puts on when she doms, it’s not exactly deep, but it’s warm and it’s commanding, yet fairly quiet. When she comes, it’s often silent screams or groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rey has super sensitive nipples. like, really sensitive. She could probably come just from your mouth around them or your fingers twisting at them. And sometimes, when her nipples just get randomly hard during the day, her clothes rub against them and she comes to find you just so you can pull her into a closet and toy with her nipples.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

azz n tiddies idk what to tell you. she’s very pretty but u know that

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She’s insatiable at the start, she loves eating pussy and being fingered by someone other than herself, but it’s also the connection and the interaction of it all that has her hooked.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Fairly quickly if she’s been overstimmed, esp if you’ve got her in your arms and are petting her hair while the two of you watch a holo. When Rey has you in her strong arms, she waits to fall asleep until you’re asleep

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[ironmandeficiency]

des and troy

pairing: wrecker / reader

word count: 1435

summary: scattered thoughts about two blurrgs imprinting on you and wrecker (but mostly wrecker).

a/n: i'm tweaking this to include omega and echo bc this is, surprise, more imported c&m content and my brain is failing me. crosshair was saved from his chip bc i said so. also if you get the reference i love you

warnings: one tiny mention of animal death, brief moment of canon-typical peril, tooth rotting fluff, one reference to reader as mom by blurrgs

wrecker in nature can be summed up in two words: gentle giant

you will know he’s comfortable with you when he’s making efforts to be quiet around you or maker forbid, trying to attract animals to him within your general vicinity

if you’re on the right planet and he’s able to be quiet enough for an extended period, he's an animal whisperer

it’s so heartwarming to see him shrinking himself down to be a non-threatening presence so an ash-rabbit will take the bits of vegetation from his outstretched hand

then there was the time two baby blurrgs imprinted on him bc he didn’t mean to be the first thing they saw when they hatched, it just happened

he named them des and troy wink wink nudge nudge and soothed their soft cries bc he knew that their mama wasn’t coming back for them

the mama had been found nearby, killed by something he couldn't identify. the babies kept nudging against him and whining so pathetically wrecker had to take the two babies back to the ship, he had no other choice

he was lucky that this mission was set to keep you and the batch on this planet for at least a couple weeks, if not longer. it gave him time to take care of the little babies and figure out what would happen when he inevitably had to leave them behind (tech barely tolerated sleeping next to explosives, but he drew a very firm line on baby blurrgs)

you and wrecker fell into the role of adoptive blurrg parents pretty easy and holy shit the pure joy on his face when he watched you interact with the two lizard babies kept him on a permanent cloud nine

they would follow you both around like baby ducks, toddling along on stocky, wobbly legs

wrecker cried when you had to leave them with a local village once the mission was complete. he’s most definitely gonna visit them in the very near future, he’s a blurrg dad now

the villagers send him holos of them sometimes and you can tell when he got one bc he’ll be smiling like a proud father the rest of the day

when the war ended (crosshair's chip was removed early on bc i said so) and everyone else was unsure where to go, wrecker was the one with the plan

you know those videos when soldiers reunite with their pets after being deployed? that's what happened when you returned to the village where your blurrg sons were living

they nearly brought wrecker to the ground with their excitement (they did bring you to the ground, but wrecker was there so you weren't hurt) and gave the original members of the batch wet, sloppy licks of affection. they sniffed at echo and omega for a moment before giving the same, omega giggling and echo just sighing like "this might as well happen"

besides wrecker, omega was their favorite person ever and the three of them got along like a house on fire. hunter was worried at first because they were nearly full-grown blurrgs and omega was a small child, but seeing her curled up asleep with them one evening sealed the deal

life in the village is pretty peaceful. everyone becomes a jack of many trades when it comes to pulling their weight around the village. it was a home, that much was certain

omega getting into trouble

we been knew that omega is a very curious child, and this curiosity gets her lost in the wilderness on the outskirts of the village. she got distracted, she really didn't mean to wander that far but it happened

she was the lost sheep of the herd in the eyes of one of that forest's fiercest predators. it used to pick off the livestock to stay satisfied, but since your crew arrived, it's been pushed deeper into the forest than it ever had to be. the small child that was very clearly frightened was a free snack

the moment omega saw the three sets of beady eyes, she knew she was in danger. she tried to back away slowly, tried to do all the things hunter taught her to do when in the face of a wild beast, but her fear won out in that moment

her scream and the loud footfalls against the forest floor caught the attention of several villagers, but most importantly des and troy

they could recognize their vod'ika's voice from miles away and knew she was in danger. the blurrgs busted from their pen and stormed towards omega

this caught the attention of everyone nearby and put the village on high alert; des and troy never did anything like that

cue des and troy saving the day by distracting the beast long enough for omega to be saved, the blurrg brothers becoming the heroes of the village

ba'vodu bonding

the rest of the batch had their own ways of bonding with des and troy, despite most of them denying it when confronted with it

hunter was the first of the guys to warm up to them when they were babies, and that didn't change when they returned to the planet

would always have some sort of snack for them on his person or nearby, and would sneak them treats before dinner just because he could

there was one occasion where he was trying to pick fruit from a tree, and used one of the boys as a launching platform. he got the fruit when he jumped, but then he was stuck either staying in the tree and risking humiliation, or letting go of the branch and falling to the ground below

a swarm of hornets made the choice for him and when he let go of the branch, he had an easy landing on the backs of the boys. their little trick earned them extra snacks and plenty of headrubs

when crosshair has nightmares about his time under the chip, he likes his solitude. tends to roam around the village streets with no real destination, just avoiding his thoughts

one evening found him standing in front of the stable where des and troy were kept and he wasn't sure what to make of it. sure he liked the animals, but he didn't really do much with them. they were just there, really

he was going to walk away and head back to bed, but troy (he thinks?) huffs at him from his pen in a "don't walk away from me" tone like the blurrg had authority over the sniper

"i don't know what you expect from me-" another snort and some shuffling around the pen. troy (when he steps into the faint light of the lanterns nearby, cross recognizes the discolored spot on his head that sets him apart from des) meanders his way to the edge of the fence where crosshair is standing and gives him a glare that looks a little too human

this triggers crosshair's nighttime chats with the blurrgs, telling them the things he feels too ashamed to tell his brothers about. if he falls asleep in the barn one night and wakes up to omega making a zipped lip gesture, that's no one's business

des and troy get antsy when they see tech working on echo's prosthetics unless echo's petting them with his human hand

this anxiety was triggered by one occasion where echo seized up when tech had to disconnect part of his mech arm from the shoddily maintained nerve endings left in the nub

des was distant with tech for a while after that incident

now the boys keep echo company when there's work to be done on his robotic limbs

on the occasions where said limbs are more of a hindrance than help, echo tends to ride one of them (usually des) around the village

tech 1000% gets them the sound buttons that he equipped with voice commands and uses those to help communicate with them in basic

at first it was a solely tech endeavor, but soon the others learned how to put their own voices into the buttons and chaos ensued

you were sitting nearby with omega, giving her a small snack before dinner when the boys pressed their "food," "mom," and "snack" buttons

your response was "no," "dinner," "soon" and they grunted their displeasure before troy pressed a button that said "kriff you" in a familiar voice

in the moment you weren't sure whether you wanted to laugh or smack crosshair upside the head for it, so you settled on dying of laughter and resolving to slap the sniper next time you saw him

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

NSFW Alphabet: Crosshair

A/N: Not officially a request, but I thought I’d better cover the whole Bad Batch while I’m at it. And as a reminder, remember to REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! The tumblr tags are fickle at best and it’s the only real way to support creators on this hellsite.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s always stuck between wanting to keep your body against him, but at the same time not wanting to come across as needy. He’ll probably start kissing your shoulders and neck, before nipping at the skin and telling you to go take a shower. Once you do, he’ll try to play it cool like, “you can stick around if you want, not that I care either way”. But, he does. He does care.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your waist. Odd, but true. It’s the natural place to put his hands when he pulls you close to him. He likes the way you shiver when he runs his fingers along your skin. Not to mention it’s the perfect place to grip you as his fucks you senseless.

For himself, he likes his legs. Yeah, they’re not as thick or muscular compared to regs, but they’re distinctly his. Plus even if he’s not any taller, it helps with the illusion that he is.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His favorite place to cum is all over your chest and stomach. Seeing you a sweating, blissed out mess with his cum sticking to your skin is the single hottest image his mind can come up with. Second only to you hazily swiping his cum onto you finger and sucking with a moan.

You better be prepared if you do that because you won’t be able to walk the next day.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an impressive collection of dirty holos you’ve sent to him while away on missions.  He’s kept every single one.  It’s gotten to the point where he just picks a random holo and that’s the fantasy he indulges in to get himself off until he can see you again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Like the rest of the batch, he’s had a pretty healthy string of one night stands since leaving Kamino. He actually has the most notches on his bed post which he is not ashamed to bring up whenever Wrecker is getting just a little too cocky. So, he’s pretty experienced all things considered.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Taking you from behind and against a wall. That’s the popular image of him in the fandom and I’m ain’t here to dispute it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not funny, but he’s definitely a smug asshole who can’t help but comment on every sound you make.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it pretty well groomed down there, almost complete shaven.  Also, dark hair down below, if you’re curious. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s very rare for Crosshair to be emotional in bed.  He uses sex more as a way to get rid of tension or get a solid hit of dopamine.  Actually being open with someone is not something he’s comfortable with.

The most intimate he gets is when he feels he might lose you, either in the field or to another man.  Then, he uses it as a way to assure himself you’re with him and his. In that case, it can get pretty intense.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off often, before and after meeting you.  He’s got a higher sex drive than his brothers and needs someway to work off the tension after a mission.  He prefers doing it in the shower when he has the time, but he’ll honestly whip it out anyplace where he can get some privacy for fifteen minutes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let it be recorded that Crosshair is not only a Dom, but the only true Dom in entire Grand Army of the Republic. (With the exception of Commander Wolffe.)

Seriously, the man likes nothing more than pinning you down and using your body as his personally fuck toy.  His ultimate fantasy is keeping you tied up in various positions, your body spread open and willing for him to use whenever the mood strikes him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a relatively flat surface. I cannot emphasize how much he does not care where he does it: bedroom, shower, locker room, bar bathroom, sparring room, between a couple of boulders out of view of the rest of the Bad Batch. He does not care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His ego...let me explain.

There are two ways to really get him going, but they both come down to how they effect his ego.

Number one, praise.  If you compliment him on a shot, confirm that he did, in fact, beat Wrecker at something, or rasp a dirty promise in his ear that he’s the only man who has ever made you cum that hard; that’ll get him going more than anything.

Number two, jealously.  If he sees another man actively flirting with you, he’ll all but sling you over his shoulder and carry you to the closest abandoned alley he can find to fuck you senseless.  He doesn’t care if you were interested in the guy flirting with you or not, you’re his and he needs to remind himself and you of that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation for him is a no go. There’s the more obvious stuff, like the idea of you putting him on a leash or something equally degrading just gets him frustrated, and not in a sexy way.  But, more specifically verbal humiliation. He genuinely gets upset if you’re the one to say he’s not good enough for you in some capacity or compare him negatively to somebody else. That’ll kill the mood in seconds.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Much prefers receiving to giving.  Seeing you on your knees with his cock in your mouth his heaven.  And being able to cum all over your face and chest when he’s done? He’s in heaven.

That being said, he’s not bad at giving, he just ends up mostly using his fingers while he runs his mouth.  He can’t help it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, like all the time.  He basically has no other mode.  Now, whether it’s more intense with pent up emotions or a fun stress reliever depends on his mood.  Either way, if you’re not a sweating, panting mess by the end of it he feels like he’s failed in some way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes.  He’s going to say yes to quickies.  Where ever and whenever is good for him.  But, don’t think it’s really over when it’s over.  He only considers it a preview of what he’s going to do to you once you actually get some time and a little more privacy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s certainly willing to try different positions and kinks, but he’s not big on getting more toys in the mix.  He’s more than happy to tie you up and spank you, but he’s not so keen on adding a paddle or something like that, if that makes any kind of sense.  It’s about his body and what he can do to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Just as good as every other clone, with a fantastic recovery time. A solid average of three rounds per night lasting as long as either of you can stand it.

That all being said, he’s in constant competition with himself on how long he can last and for how many rounds.

Current record for time is two hours before he came once with you cumming a total of five times. Current round total is him cumming five times in one night while you lost count of yours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly not his thing. He’s got some cuffs he uses on occasion with you, but not much else. Like I said, he’s in competition with himself, not him and a toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease often, but when he does, he’s an asshole.  He’ll keep you pinned down, lazily rubbing the tip of his cock against your opening, never fully going in until you’re squirming and begging him to just fuck you already.  Sometimes he will and sometimes, he’ll leave you hanging there.  It all depends on his mood.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not especially. In the beginning he keeps it almost conversational, as he talks dirty into your ear. But, it all changes when he comes to the end. It’s like whatever control he had over his vocal cords gets shut off. He curses a lot combined with grunts and borederline feral growls as he rams his cock harder and deeper into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Crosshair has a real jealously streak, especially when it comes to regs. 

While he’s confident in his abilities, he’s aware more than Wrecker or even Tech that they’re basically a bunch of freaks the Republic likes to keep under wraps.  A funny little lab experiment.  While regs were made just as much as he was, they actually have a chance at being...well, normal after all is said and done.  He’s not sure he’ll ever be normal.  So, the fear of you realizing you’re dating an actual freak of nature weighs on him constantly.

He needs to remind himself that you’re with him, that you chose him and you’re not going to walk away.  It drives him crazy that you make him feel that way, but it’s the truth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just as long as his clone brothers (a solid 8-inches), but not as thick.  Not that he need that extra edge.  His talent is precision after all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say he has the highest of the batch, actually getting agitated if he hasn’t had a good fuck in more than a few days.  His hand can only do so much for him before he gets down right hostile.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’d say it takes him a solid half-hour to finally fall asleep after sex. He’d never tell you, but he likes the feeling of you asleep in his arms. He’ll savor it for as long as he can.

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

Hi! First I wanna say I’m a big fan of your tftbl fics — PTU has to be my favourite series in the fandom <3 Feel free to ignore this, but do you have any recs for h/c fic (Jack/Rhys preferred but I’m not fussy lol) where Jack is the injured party? I see a lot of kidnap/whump/hurt/comfort fic for Rhys, but not so much the other way around. Bonus for protective!Rhys, cus I’m a sucker for that. Sorry to bother you so randomly ha ha!

D’AWWWWW thak yooou! :D Let’s see so since you’ve read the purge series and that’s definitely the place i whump jack the most, i went through my own archive to try to find something in that vein. I picked things out where Jack is the one needing that comfort/reassurance, and while these aren’t exactly what you’ve asked for, it’s something!

((((WAIT I FOUND THE ONE YOU’RE LOOKIN FOR EXACTLY THAT: Not my Department- Rhys saves Jack’s concussed/injured ass, gets them away by stealing a car, and takes care of Jack and is generally a badass in it haha!)))) <3

You Get Me: Jack has a migraine so bad it makes him temporarily blind. Rhys is used to eye issues and comforts him/helps like a pro

Kiss It Better: Jack has fractured ribs and is supposed to take it easy while Rhys handles things. He overexerts himself trying to help Rhys with dinner.

Humanity: Jack has a panic attack (he thinks he’s having a heart attack) and Rhys is there to calm him down through it

Diligence: This isn’t really a h/c but Jack keeps asking Rhys to marry him and Rhys keeps refusing and he gets all butt-hurt about Rhys not wanting him. Rhys just wanted to know if Jack loved him or not first haha

Echoes: This is a holo!Jack-into-a-new-body Jack dealing with the PTSD nightmares of everything that comes with coming-back-to-life, having watched his own death, and lost his daughter. Rhys comforts him through these nightmares. This is the second story with this particular Jack, though the first one is more Rhys learning that Jack has become a cuddler because of all that, and its much lighter haha

Dangerous Yours: This one has alpha!Jack going into rut and wanting reassurance that Rhys needs/wants him. Also Rhys has some fun with him preying on Jack’s need for him. idk it seemed like it might fit the theme a bit xD

Maximum Potency: Another one with alpha!Jack going into a chemically-induced rut this time. He’s pretty sure his disfigurement with the Eridian-scarring is what’s keeping him and Rhys from having kids, so he takes something meant to heal his body from the inside out. An excuse for feral horny jack fic haha but again, it’s got that element xD

Tight Spaces: Jack experiences claustrophobia in the elevator with Rhys as it gets stuck between floors. Rhys calms him down and distracts him (the usual porny way haha)

You can also search through my ao3 borderlands fic bookmarks. I’m sure there’s something good in there.

In the mean time, i’m thinking i can use some of these febuwhump prompts to make jack hurt for ya >:D hehehhe WOO

[discotreque]

LwD 1.08, “Veritas”

aka GIANT SPOCK IS CANON, or: “Today didn’t have to end in eels!”

Line-for-line, this might have been the funniest episode yet. It moved even faster than “Terminal Provocations” but felt like it had twice as many jokes packed in, and holy fuck were those jokes landing for me.

(Obligatory gorgeous planet shot. It’s a little anachronistic to me to see that font used for a location chyron—those weren’t really a mainstream thing on TV before The X-Files, and while I remember them on VOY and maybe even DS9, I think TNG was too early for them—so we’ve never actually seen it used like this before!)

Anyway, I loved the way this one switched up the usual LwD format of “sitcom A-plot + sitcom B-plot + entire A-plot of a TNG episode C-plot”—though I was slightly disappointed at first that it wasn’t the Rashomon-style story I thought it was shaping up to be, I didn’t really have time to dwell on that because then we were off to the RACES.

Seriously, the jokes in this one:

The execution of the bit with the Red Alert happening everywhere except their repair bay? With the almost-subconscious setup of the klaxon quietly fading in and back out of the background SFX as the doors whoosh open and closed? While you’re still supposed to be paying attention to Mariner and Boimler arguing in the foreground? And then Jack Quaid’s delivery of Boimler’s exasperated “Rutherford!”? That whole scene was just *chef’s kiss*

Mariner doesn’t want to get kicked out of Starfleet because then she’d have to live on Earth, “where there’s nothing to do except drink wine and hang out at vineyards and soul food restaurants.” If she doesn’t want to, I will definitely take her spot.

SAMANTHAN RUTHERFORD. Still not over it.

His “rebooting” into increasingly bizarre situations with absolutely no context (“Updating Klingon fonts!” “Why do I even need tha—” *thud*) reminded me a little of the Futurama episode “Time Keeps on Slipping,” and I always like being reminded of that episode.

GORN WEDDING! (Some really fetching dresses in that scene, tbh #notascalie)

Ransom mistaking Tendi for a special-ops “cleaner” (when she was just there to sticky-roll Dr. T’Ana’s fur off the chairs, another screaming-into-my-hands moment) was comedy gold-pressed latinum. Also, I’ve decided she has no martial arts training, she’s just that good under pressure and that afraid of failure (and, obviously, still in good shape from the Academy).

Okay so my personal tastes re: bleeping regular swear words in normal dialogue are that it’s sometimes funny, sometimes just distracting—I’m getting used to it on this show, though—but that’s different from using super accurate, ultra nostalgic LCARS beeps to “censor” classified information—hilariously poorly—which is a classic trope that gets me every time. Ransom’s final “There’s no indication that the Rom... (beat) ... (bleep!) ... (beat) ...ulan High Council detected us” had me scream-laughing into my hands.

“You know who I hate? Remans.” “Oh, they’re the worrrst.”

I was expecting a whole episode about Q, but this was about the perfect amount of him w/r/t Lower Decks—and Mariner just blowing him off was easily on par with Sisko punching him out, omfg

Come on, a soccer game (with a singing ball) against anthropomorphic playing cards, on a chess board, which is actually a puzzle, that they have to solve to prove humanity’s worth, except really Q is just fucking with them—that’s straight out of a Peter David novel and I was living for it. What more do you need?

Boimler giving a rousing This! Is! Starfleet! speech—and then ending it by shouting “Drumhead!” and mic-dropping the Horn of Candor—was such a perfect microcosm of this stupid, stupendous show :D

“Creepy? This is one of our nicest Event Silos! I got married here!”

And now for some prop talk! The phaser rifles that Ransom and Tendi and [REDACTED] were carrying look like they’re of a design lineage with the ones we saw on VOY (and then late-period DS9), with the angles and proportions “modernized,” in a way the others feel distinctly of-the-90’s now, and that’s such a nice subtle touch—I love how much attention LwD pays to whatever “set dressing” is called in animation.

I was going to get into a whole Thing there, about how phasers were “de-militarized” in design for TNG, and how they’ve since regressed to resemble IRL firearms—RIP the tome of Star Trek essays in my head nobody will ever pay me to write—but honestly? I’m just delighted that this show is making me think so hard about Star Trek As A Concept. I literally feel like a kid again.

TNG and DS9 left me so hungry for post–Dominion War worldbuilding, and then VOY fucked off to the Delta Quadrant, and then ENT fucked off to prequels and the franchise got stuck there for 20 years… and sure, in my heart of hearts I sometimes wish this show had maybe 15% more chill—which is just because I’m getting old—but in so many other important ways, it feels like coming home <3

Oh, and this week’s “Am I actually, literally Beckett Mariner?” moment was when she didn’t care about classified information because “knowing things means more work.” If that’s not me filtering emails at my day job...

Next week: A holodeck hijinks episode, but it looks more VOY-style holo-hijinks than TNG-style—which is basically trashy cable movies vs. PBS, so fuckin’ sign me up.

[the-nado-hunter]

Liked this so I could do it and spaced it, but I'm doing it now!

Thank you @renecdote for tagging me!

1. Do you like answering tags?

I do! It's fun!

2. Do you prefer to write fanfiction, read fanfiction, create fanart, make video edits, or none of the above?

Either write or create fanworks, depends on where motivation is falling.

3. Nails painted (include what colour) or not?

Yes! Well right now they're black with gold holo very liberally placed on top lol. I do really like holo (thank you christine the holo queen)

Though sometimes when my nail polish comes off I just... won't get around to repainting for a while lol.

4. What would your ammortentia smell like? (For those who don’t know Harry Potter, ammortentia is a love potion that smells different to each person based on what attracts them. Basically what are your favourite smells?)

Uhhh... I think any sort of homy/homecooked meal type smell... or like... wood-y fire burning scents... fall... maybe hot chocolate or other warm-sweet smells? stuff that makes me feel safe, ya know?

5. Would you prefer to live in an extremely hot or cold climate?

Cold. It is so much easier to get warm than to cool down from hot, and especially humid climates. Its one of the many reasons I was dying to get out of Texas and will never go back lol.

6. Favorite flavour of chapstick or do you not wear any?

I live in a dry climate at a high altitude, you learn not to be picky about the flavor of chapstick.

7. Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers?

Enemies to lovers, so many twists and turns, angst with hurt/comfort....

however... might I propose friends to enemies to friends to lovers?

.... catra x adora is my ideal ship storyline, lfor full transparency.

8. Favourite crack ship (any fandom)?

Hmmm... problem with 'crack' ships is I always end up finding good reasons of why they'd work together? I think SamuriBravo (Samuri Jack x Johnny Bravo) would count since they aren't even in the same show and the shipping started off a CN promo video.... but highkey the fandom around that ship has done such amazing work that I can't in good conscience call it a crack ship really.... it totally makes sense lol. But I'll go for it since... maybe to outsiders it counts.

9. Favourite type of weather?

Thunderstorms, always. Always help me fall asleep, most soothing things, and I love the smell of rain, and I get so excited when I hear thunder

10. Do you use :), :], or :D?

I use :D all the time. Feels happy but simple! Don't think I've ever used :]... as for :), idk like it has a certain vibe for me? Like for some reason if I use :) its in a "haha i'm so done but I'm going to smile but I"m in pain" kind of context, and sometimes if someone else is using it, it has almost a passive aggressive feel to it? Or it has the meaning I listed above, its not really just a smiley face to me anymore lol.

But that's probably a big like... me thing lololol.

Tagging: uhhh @causeimwonderwoman @calciferous-kelpie @ anyone else who would like to!

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[spaceiplier]

SPACEIPLIER: Icarus

Marks first instinct was to step in front of his crew. He pushed through them, coming to a halt inches away from Kivlithos. The Graeldur general towered above him. Taller than even Tyler. The top of Mark’s head barely scraped his chin. An impressive and intimidating form. A man that Mark had once trusted.

The last time Mark had seen him, he had been warm. Grandfatherly. He’d come to them, asking for help. Asking them to jump into the frying pan, knowing that soon they’d burn. Now he smirked at them. All the cards in his hands, and five GLE guards to back him up.

“Hello, Mr. Fischbach,” Kivlithos said, smiling down at him. Smug, self-satisfied jerk. “It is good to see you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know why.”

Mark’s eyes darted down towards where Kivlithos hands were clasped behind his back. The robotic spider. How much had it recorded? How much did they know now? About Mark’s father? About Dark going after the crystal? They knew that they had agreed to stop the GAAP, but how far did the information go?

Kivlithos continued to smile.

There was nowhere to run. They could try to run back to the pod, but then what? Go back to Nihill? They’d be easily overtaken, even if they did manage to relaunch the pods. Besides, there was no way Mark would leave his dogs with them.

He felt Amy’s knuckles against his.

“I assume that I don’t need to explain the many grievous errors and crimes committed by you and your crew,” Kivlithos said. “But let me just say, you found more than we dreamed you would ever find. You even incriminated yourself for us! You and your crew really were the perfect fit.”

Tyler shifted, and every GLE officer snapped, training their guns at him. Tyler froze.

Kivlithos waved them down, smirking at his fellow Graeldur. “Oh, he won’t attack. Not when accidents can happen.”

Tyler didn’t move.

Mark wanted to get angry and punch Kivlithos. He wanted that burning rage from the past few months. He wanted to protect his friends, and he wanted this smug bastard out of his face. This was his crew, and his damn ship. But he couldn’t do a thing. He could only glare as he felt his skin grow hot.

“Now,” Kivlithos pulled out a holo-screen. It lit up with a list. “Let’s get started, shall we? Keeping a criminal from justice. Aiding and abetting a criminal and known terrorist. Lying to the GAAP, and conspiring against them. Planning to commit treason. Working with a known arms dealer –”

“The GAAP works with him too!” Ethan blurted out before slapping his hands over his mouth.

Kivlithos looked up, locking eyes with Ethan. Mark stepped between them, blocking his view. Their eyes met, and Kivlithos chuckled.

“Always the hero, aren’t you, Mark?”

Mark glared.

“Needless to say,” Kivlithos said, looking away to deactivate his holo-screen. “These are serious charges, serious charges indeed. I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you. Oh, but don’t worry. I’m sure your sentence won’t be too harsh. Thirty years in prison minimum? Possibly more, if those treason charges hold up. And as for the android,” Kivlithos looked Mark dead in the eye as he smirked. “I’m sure his creator will be happy to see him back.”

Mark didn’t register what he did next until he’d already done it. With all the force he could muster, Mark swung his fist and crashed it straight into Kivlithos smug smirk.

It did nothing. Kivlithos’s hard exterior did more damage to Mark’s hand that his hand did to his face. Still, there was some satisfaction at seeing that smile drop into absolute shock.

Before the guards could rush forward, Tyler’s own fist swung over Mark’s head, crashing into Kivlithos. Now that did damage. There was a sharp CRACK as fist connected to head and Kivlithos was sent crashing down. Dazed, and still stunned. At the same time, Amy ducked around Mark, stun gun aimed and firing. She took out two guards before Kathryn was there, tackling one as Tyler took on the other. Mark jumped in to take out the last, while Ethan began to bind Kivlithos wrists together.

Dodgy stood there as the entourage fell.

Ethan stood as soon as Kivlithos was restrained, folding his arms and glaring at Dodgy. The nervous human made a move to run, but Ethan barked out a sharp, “Hey!” Dodgy froze, and Ethan shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”

It didn’t take long, but soon Mark was surrounded by groaning GLE officers, one dazed GAAP general, and a human who looked just about ready to shit his pants. Amy and Kathryn finished tying them together.

“What…” Tyler looked about at the mess they’d caused. “What do we do now?”

“Y-you committed a Cosmic Crime!” Dodgy squeaked. The crew turned to look at him. He swallowed hard, hands shaking. “You assaulted a GAAP general! You are resisting arrest. You attacked the GAAP! C-Cosmic C-Crime!”

“Tyler,” Mark said, trying to sound controlled and confident. A front was all he could manage now. Deep down, he was scared shitless, but it would do no good to show that. “Get all of them onto a pod and jettison it. Set it to send out a distress signal once we are far away.”

Tyler begin picking up officers, dragging them to the pod. Dodgy followed, uncertain where he should go but terrified to stay in the same room as Mark.

“Amy, Ethan,” Mark turned to them next. “Get the dogs, and get Bing. Make sure they’re okay. Then look through our supplies. See if we have enough to last a few weeks in dead space.”

The two took off running. Mark turned to the last member of his crew. Kathryn’s tail lashed, and her claws were digging holes into her sleeves as she crossed her arms.

“Kathryn, I need you to call Jack. Have him send us coordinates for the location of the nearest dead space, and then the one after that. Send the ship into dead space. We’re going dark.”

Her ears flicked and she took off running, pulling out her comm as she went. Soon, Mark was alone in the hallway. Nothing to show the crime that had been committed except for a few drops of blood from a broken nose.

Mark turned and started walking away.

This was insane.

Everything was happening so fast. Mark didn’t know what to think, or what he should think. Merely weeks ago, he had trusted the GAAP. Now he was on the run from them. Now he had officially committed treason, and on top of that, a Cosmic Crime. He was fucked.

But it wasn’t himself he was worried about. No, whatever happened to him happened. It wasn’t him, but his crew.

It was the dogs. Chica and Henry, who had been a constant source of love and devotion. Who had made coming home every day worth it. Chica, who brought so much joy to Mark’s life, and who had led him to friends he could never replace. Henry, who brought humor and love to everyone around him.

It was Ethan. The goofy, ever active android who had just recently turned seven. Ethan who looked to the stars with a dream of having his own ship. Who dreamed of taking his own helm and helping people. Ethan, who worked hard every day, and always made sure his friends were smiling.

It was Tyler. His oldest friend and trusted confidant. Tyler, who had saved his ass from fight after fight. Risking his own neck to stand up for what was right. Tyler, who saw injustice and jumped to right it. Who had Mark’s back, time and time again. Tyler, who had always been there with a new point of view and a few short words to get Mark back on track.

It was Kathryn. Sweet, competitive, wickedly smart Kathryn. The woman who had left behind everything to find adventure in the vastness of space. Steadily working day after day to keep this ship running smoothly. Kathryn, who was always there to challenge them to push farther. Whose claws and fangs protected them from any scuffle. Kathryn, who cared so deeply, and fought so bravely.

It was Amy. Amy… from the moment Mark had seen her – eyes alight and laugh alive as she beat the shit out of those purists – Mark had fallen and fallen hard. She was beautiful. She was smart and she was kind. No matter how lost Mark felt, she was always there to guide him home. He was so lucky to have found Amy, and he was so lucky to have her future tangled with his. Amy, who kept them organized and headed forwards. Amy, who kept his head on straight. She was so important to him.

These were the ones Mark was scared for. The ones who he had brought into this fight.

They had to make it out of this. Mark had to protect them.

With a groan, the ship began moving. Tyler appeared down the hall, moving towards him with a stoic expression. Mark barely looked up, so lost in his own thoughts.

“I jettisoned the pod,” Tyler said. He came to a halt before Mark, staring him down. “Are you alright? That couldn’t have felt good on your hand.”

“What?” Mark looked down at his hand. The moment he acknowledged the injury it began to sting. “Ow!” Mark shook it, as if trying to shake off the pain. “It’s nothing. Just a few bruises. Should be gone in a few hours.”

Tyler huffed out a small laugh, “I just realized. You heal that fast because you’re a Xanhull.”

Mark stopped shaking his hand. He looked down at it. The blooming yellow bruises under scrapped red skin. Scars curved slightly from the palms from where Madapriel had burned him. Already the cuts and bruises were starting to fade.

“I guess so,” Mark said. His back no longer itched as badly as it had been before. The markings were now stark white, and fully formed. He still felt hot, and he still felt something tugging at his chest, but for now everything had settled. Maybe his body had just been desperately wanting him to realize, and once he did the symptoms faded.

“What’s the plan?” Tyler asked as the silence between them began to grow.

Mark looked up from his hands. Right. Focus on the present. “We need to get to a dead space and lay low for a while. They can’t find us there. After that, we’ll sneak back to Nihill. At this point, I don’t care if the Barrel gets stolen if we land it there. We just need to get the others and the dogs to safety. From there we can start talking about what to do about Dark and the GAAP.”

“Is this the right move?”

Mark frowned, “What do you mean?”

Tyler held up his hands placatingly. “Look, I am all for hunting down Dark and figuring out what exactly is going on with him. I’m all for protecting him from the GAAP. Paying some kind of rectification for what my species has done. But just to look at it from the other side…”

Tyler sighed, rubbing his eyes. He looked tired. “We’re Cosmic Criminals now. That means life in prison. Death penalty is a possibility if we do anything worse. I have your back, no matter what. But them…” Tyler gestured down the hall. Towards where the rest of the crew was working. “They didn’t sign up for any of this. Can we really just lead them into this fight?”

“I’m worried about them,” Mark admitted. “I’m worried about you. Everything that has happened… everything we’ve done… I don’t know anymore. I want to do what’s right, but I should be the one to do it. Not you, and not them. This is my problem. I didn’t know any of this was going to happen when I agreed to find Dark.”

“But I agreed.”

Mark looked up. Standing there was Amy, Ethan and Kathryn flanking her. At her feet were the dogs. Chica ran up to him, tumbling into his arms with all her happy goop. He knelt to hug her. At Amy’s feet, Henry’s collar beeped.

“All right Mark? All right Mark?”

“Eventually,” Mark said, hands running through Chica’s goop.

Henry whined, “Mom Amy. Sweaty Mark.”

“I’m the one who agreed to find Dark,” Amy said. Mark looked up at her, rising to meet her gaze. She gave him the familiar, tired smile. “I’m the one who said we would help. I’m the one who made the first move, not you.”

“I’m still the leader—” Mark tried to say.

“And we’re your crew,” Ethan said. “We trust you, man. Look, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to go back to my creator, or go to prison, or whatever. But I’m willing to risk it if it means helping people. That’s what we do.”

“But,” Mark said, looking around at his friends. “This is dangerous. We could die.”

“We’re headed towards a dead space spot right now,” Kathryn said, holding up her comm. “I called Jack. We’re a few hours from it, but if we go fast, we should make it. I’m not sure what we’re going to do after that - or if we should even stay together - but we just need to get to safety and then we’ll talk.”

“We’re going to make it,” Tyler said, hand coming to clasp Mark’s shoulder. “We have to.”

Mark looked around at his crew. His friends.

Determination set in. This was what he was going to fight for.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now let’s get this hunk of metal moving. We’re going to have a GAAP ship on our tails any minute now. Get moving!”

The crew scattered, running to their stations. Lingering for just a moment, Amy squeezed Mark’s hand before she was gone. One last confirmation that they believed in him. That they could survive this.

They had to survive this.

.

.

“Sure, only call me when you need something. Not like I was doing something. Not like I was having a great time, catching up with old friends. Not like I was finally getting some down time. Not like I was—”

Sean muttered to himself, angrily setting his course towards the ping of the call Kathryn had sent him. It hadn’t been long. A panicked request for a dead space zone, along with the words: the GAAP found us. Jamming buttons, and flipping switches, Sean exited the smoggy atmosphere of Nihill and set off towards the Barrel.

He was angry at Mark. He was upset at the rest of the crew. There was broken trust and remnants of a crumbling friendship between them. Words that couldn’t be taken back, and actions burned into history. What had happened then had hurt Sean, and he wasn’t going to forgive them just yet.

But he would be damned if he let them get hurt because of hurt feelings.

Sean had spent so much of his life alone. Sure, he had the robots. They had been made to be companions. Made to make him less alone. They served that purpose well, and Sean cared a lot for them. Even if they were just metal and a few lines of janky programming. The robots though… they couldn’t replace what he’d been missing.

People.

People who wanted him. Who got mad at him, and who annoyed him, and who shared moments of happiness and humor. Who shared his holidays and traditions because they wanted to, not because he programmed them to. People who watched his back because of trust they’d built together. People who were real and wanted him because he was real.

The Barrel crew had made him a better person. He’d opened up and learned to trust. He’d stopped throwing himself into destructive habits. He’d seen himself become happier. Sean hadn’t been happy for so long… when he realized he had been happy it had scared him.

The trust was gone, but the bonds he shared with his friends remained.

Those people were who he’d chosen to chase across the galaxy, and those people had asses he was going to save.

“Uh, Jack?”

Sean didn’t look up. He continued muttering, focused on what was ahead of him.

“Sean.”

“... it’s not like I said that going back was dangerous. Could have been considerate and at least given me the coordinates instead of having to hack the ping. But nooooo…”

“SEAN.”

Sean looked up.

Chase was standing there, arms folded and hat crooked. JJ bounced behind him, twirling his mustache as he moved rhythmically, peaking over Chase’s alternating shoulders. The two robots watched him scowl at them, before he turned back to his controls.

“What?” Sean asked.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure those idiots make it to the dead space zone. Obviously.”

“Oh,” Chase looked back at JJ, who gestured wildly, abandoning his mustache momentarily to make his point. A few of those gestured were swears, Sean was 90 percent sure. Chase looked back at him. “JJ does make a point.”

“JJ needs his wiring looked at,” Sean said.

“Sean, this is too dangerous. And besides, they—”

“Shut up!” Sean said, turning to face them. Chase’s mouth closed with a clack of metal against metal. He looked shocked, and for a second Sean felt bad. Then he shut it down, and shook his head. “I’m helping them. I don’t care that they broke the trust. I don’t care. I mean, I do care, but that’s not the point. I’m still fucking mad at them, but I don’t care. Not right now. They’re my friends, and I’m not going to let them get hurt. Not… not again.”

For a moment, Sean and Chase stared at each other. JJ’s bounce slowing as he looked back and forth between them. A silent stare down Sean know he was going to win.

Chase finally said, “Okay. I still think this is going to end badly, but okay.”

“Good,” Sean turned around and faced the controls. “Go get Jackie ready. We need to be ready in case this is a fight.”

In the back of his head, Sean felt something itch. A dull pressure at the forefront of his mind. The all too familiar presence of ANTI as the AI took assessment of the situation.

Slowly, it slipped away.

It didn’t take long before the Barrel appeared on his radar. A small blip, but accompanied by that signal code. It was them, and they were fine.

For a moment, Sean had a felt relief. They were okay. Still far away, but they were there.

Then that relief was destroyed.

WARNING: CRIME SCENE

The blaring red letters appeared across the screen. Sean knew what it meant. Whenever he’d come across those words, he’d turn around and run as fast as he could. Those words meant that the GAAP had caught someone. Those words were a warning to civilians incase people started shooting, but it was a worse warning to Sean.

Those words meant that they’d caught them.

Sean hit the brakes, stopping his ship. He jumped out of his seat as he hit reverse, pulling back as to not enter any GAAP radar. Striding towards the door, he shouted.

“Chase!”

Chase came running as Jack strode towards the pods. “Yes, Sean?”

“Keep the ship out of GAAP radar. Head back for Nihill if you have to.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking a stealth pod,” Sean said. “Should be enough to slip under their radar and get on the Barrel without them noticing. I’ll get on, help them, and then I’ll be back. Stay here, keep out of sight.”

“But…”

“That is an order,” Sean shot Chase a look. The robot hesitated, then nodded. He turned and ran towards the controls, while Sean reached the pod bay. He climbed inside his only stealth pod, took a deep breath, and launched.

.

.

Their engines were gone.

Mark blinked through the haze. Colors seemed to move slower than the world, smearing together as people walked before him. Sound was echoing through his skull. Bouncing from ear to ear, soft and faded. Someone was yelling, but he couldn’t tell who.

Something throbbed on the side of his neck. Mark tried to lift his hands to brush at it, but they wouldn’t move. Something was attached to his wrists, keeping them together. When had he been handcuffed? It must have been after they shot the knock-out agent at him. The little disk, now attached to his neck and slowly feeding the toxin into him.

A blue and yellow formed moved in front of him, thrashing and yelling. Someone else - a gray form - held the blue and yellow one. Yelling and moving. It was so loud that Mark flinched. What were they yelling? They were yelling at him? Why were they yelling at him?

Their engines were gone. That was what Mark remembered. He’d been in the control pit when the GAAP ship had caught up. Loud noises, and the entire ship shook as each engine and thruster was shot out. They’d drifted before the GAAP pods had come. Officer after officer.

They hadn’t been able to fight back for long.

“—ARK!”

Mark lolled his head up. His neck felt like it couldn’t support the weight of his own head, but he had to look. He knew that voice. Who was that?

“MARK!”

Amy. That was Amy’s voice. Where was she? All the colors were blurring together. Everyone was moving too fast. He couldn’t focus long enough to find her. Where was Amy? Chica… where was Chica? He couldn’t tell. His neck started throbbing again, and his head fell.

Too much.

It was too much.

Mark felt someone grab him under his armpits and start to drag him backwards. He didn’t fight. He couldn’t. There wasn’t anything left in him, and the universe was too much. Just let it happen, and the colors blurred.

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There was only so fast a pod could move. Especially a heavily modified pod with several illegal features, such as GAAP radar blockers. Sean had to sacrifice speed for stealth. He couldn’t let them know he was here. He had to have surprise on his side if he hoped to do any good.

He hoped he got there in time.

The pod was small. Large enough to fit another person or two, but not comfortable in the least. Sean’s tail was curved around, and every time he moved, he bumped into something. The tiny radar set up on his comm beeped periodically, filling the space with noise. It would have been infuriating if he wasn’t so focused.

“Just hold on,” Sean muttered under his breath. “Just a little longer.”

The comm beeped again. Nothing.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

There, just on the corner of the radar. The small blip signifying a ship. Sean steered towards it, his eyes straining to catch sight of it. There was nothing spanning the black sky. Sean was almost ready to accept it was a glitch when there it was. A small dot in the empty void. As he came closer, pushing the pod to the edge of its speed, he saw the smaller ship next to it.

The small ship was smoking. The Barrel, engines shot out and tiny next to the giant ship next to it. It was a GAAP ship, engines firing up. They were leaving.

“No…” he breathed.

Instinct kicked in before his brain did. Search for heat signatures on the Barrel, send a tracker on the GAAP ship, stay out of sight and stay low. Sean positioned the Barrel between him and the larger ship, hoping beyond hope that they were on board.

Two heat signatures. Distorted with the heat of the destroyed engines, but there were two signatures on board. There was another beep on his comm as the tracker latched on, sending the location back to him. He had to be fast, but he could get on the ship, get those who’d been left behind, and then go after the ship.

“I can do this,” Sean said to himself. Reassurance? He didn’t know. He was running on fear at this point. Hands shaking, he almost wished that ANTI would take control. Make all his problems go away. But no, he had to do this. He had to save his friends.

He had to do this.

The pod docked with the Barrel. Sean was on his feet and moving before the door opened, running inside the ship. Instantly he began to cough. Smoke filled the air. Alarms blared, and everything tinted red. It was cloudy. Impossible to see through. The ventilation was off. Where the fuck did they keep their control panel?

Distantly, Sean heard barking. The dogs!

Sean felt around the sides of the walls, trying to find the protrusion that was the control panel. Where was it? He couldn’t remember through the panic. His hands frantically slamming into the walls, trying to find it. His lungs were choking, and his eyes stinging when finally, his fingers grazed something.

The panel.

He grabbed it, bringing it close to his face. Ventilation, ventilation… there! He hit the emergency back-up. Within moments, the air was cleaner. Sean coughed, trying to clear out his throat as well.

The barking continued.

Pushing himself off the wall, Sean ran into the Barrel.

“Chica!” He shouted, running from room to room. “Henry!” Nothing. The place was trashed. All of Amy’s creations tipped over or smashed. Furniture upturned and torn apart. Supplies scattered. Sparking panels, and glitching screens. Sean knew a raid search when he saw one. They must have been making sure none of the stolen information was left behind.

“Smelly Jack! Smelly Jack!”

“HENRY!” Sean yelled, turning on his heel as he heard Henry’s call. “Where are you?”

“Dumber Mark stuck!”

“Keep talking, Henry!” Sean followed the noise as best he could. The Barrel was so much bigger than his ship, and the noises were obscured by the alarms continuing to go off. Henry kept yelling, sometimes accompanied by a Chica bark. With their help, it didn’t take long before he found them.

Running into the room, he stopped short.

Bing lay on the ground, mangled and smashed. His digital eyes glitched wildly, showing two X’s. His legs were broken, and one arm was gone. The torso was scuffed and broken open in some parts. Sparks flew from his exposed wiring.

It was just like Google.

And just like with Google, Sean saw Mark first.

Nausea rose from his gut. Sean clapped his hands over his mouth, trying not to vomit. He was fine. Bing was just broken. He could fix Bing. Mark wasn’t dead, it was just Bing. It was just Bing, and Mark was okay. Captured, but okay.

He could fix this.

“Smelly Jack!” Henry ran in circles, panicked out of his mind. “Loud Mark is gone, mom Amy is gone, bright Ethan is gone, cat Kathryn is gone, silent Tyler is gone, loud Mark is gone, mom Amy is--”

“Hey,” Sean knelt next to Henry, holding out his hands. Chica rushed into them, but Sean kept them open until Henry stopped chanting over and over. “Hey, it’s okay buddy. I’m going to fix this, okay? I’m going to get your family back.”

Henry stopped and stared at Sean. “Smelly Jack get mom Amy back?”

“Yes,” Sean smiled, slowly reaching out to pet Henry. “I promise.”

Henry whined.

“Let’s get you guys out of here,” Sean stood, picking up Bing. They’d smashed his main processor. Fixable, but for now Bing couldn’t do anything. Sean hoisted him over his shoulders, and with the dogs at his feet, he carried him back to his pod.

Henry and Chica settled into the back. Still nervous and on edge, but safe now. Jack set Bing down. The robot twitched as his wiring was jostled, then settled. Sean secured him, then turned on his comm.

“Yeah Jack?” Chase answered.

“I’m sending you my location,” Sean said, disengaging from the Barrel. The pod slowly started drifting away. “I need you to come to me. I have the dogs and a busted robot that you need to come pick up.”

“What about you?” Chase asked.

Sean scowled, hand tightening around the comm. “I’m going after that fucking GAAP ship, and I’m getting them back.

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The lights stopped hurting after nearly an hour.

Mark sat on the white padded table, face in his hands. The knock-out toxin had wrecked his senses. Noises were too loud or too soft. His eyes were still having trouble focusing on anything, giving Mark a headache. Even just touching his own face felt weird. As if some parts of his skin were dialed up to eleven, while others tingled and were numb.

It would wear off, but Mark didn’t know when.

He was all alone in the room. He’d only managed to catch a few glimpses of the room before he covered his eyes. White, with several lamps about. He was sitting on what he assumed was an examination table. He hadn’t caught sight of much else.

All he knew was he was fucked.

He didn’t know where his crew was, he didn’t know where his dogs were. He was in no condition to do literally anything. The only thing Mark could think of that wasn’t another point in the Mark Is Fucked pile was that call to Sean.

Sean knew they’d been intercepted by the GAAP, and he knew they were supposed to be heading for a dead space zone. Maybe he’d know they were here. Maybe he’d followed them. Mark knew that Sean always did have a hard time just leaving things alone.

Maybe… just maybe…

Mark heard the door open. A near silence whish as the door slide, allowing several beings inside. Daring a peak, Mark looked between his fingers. There were four of them. Three in white doctors’ coats, one in the familiar gray and gold uniform of a GAAP general.

Kivlithos.

“Welcome aboard my ship,” Kivlithos said, taking a seat nearby. Mark inched away, but stopped when just that option caused pins and needles to shoot up his spine and legs. “A shame you haven’t been able to see it properly. Don’t worry, the stun agent will wear off soon. Then you’ll be back to your normal, annoying self.

“Go fuck yourself,” Mark said, his mouth dry.

Kivlithos chuckled.

There were suddenly hands on Mark’s shoulders. They pushed him back until he was lying flat on the table. He wanted to fight back, but just them touching his clothed shoulders was too much. It was when they tried pulling his hands away from his eyes that he really started fighting.

“You’ll be fine,” one of the doctors muttered next to his ear. To Mark, it could have been shout. “Hey, hey… just calm down. It’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t trust you,” Mark said, yanking his hand from one of the doctors. It felt like he’d ripped every hair from his arm. “Get away from me!”

It was useless, though. Soon, they managed to pull his arms down, strapping them to his sides. The strap went across his chest, keeping him still on the table. Mark kept trying to open his eyes and see what was going on, but every time he did his vision swam and the dull pound in his head got worse.

“W-what are you doing?” He asked. There was a creaking noise as something was pulled over him. Daring a look, he saw a large metal arm hanging over him, holding a rectangular scanner.

“We’re going to scan your chest,” the doctor that had spoken to him said.

“Quite a shock,” Kivlithos said, interrupting the doctor. “Learning you are Xanhull. Learning that your father managed to survive as Xanhull in the GAAP for decades, undetected. Unfortunately, all records of him have disappeared. That hacker associate of yours – Lixian – must have wiped him from our servers. Even your brother and mother have disappeared.”

Mark sent a silent thank you to the animated hacker.

“But we have you. A half Xanhull. Some might assume your kind would be rare, but we have found others. The half Xanhulls often don’t even know who they are, much like you. That makes them weak. Easy to find and catch. A shame, that no half Xanhull has retained the regenerative abilities of their parentage. Maybe you will prove to be the outlier, Mark Fischbach.”

Mark took a deep breath as the machine above him began to whir.

Noises followed. The doctors muttering to each other. The scratch and squeak of feet walking around him. The tapping of pens against holo-boards. The occasional whir as the machine started up again. As they worked, Mark’s senses started settling. He managed to open his eyes, and everything was clear. Colors were still a bit blurry, but he could watch them walk around him without pain.

A doctor – different than the first one – finally turned to Kivlithos, showing him a holo-board. “He’s like the others. See, here is the Xanhull orb. Right next to his heart. It’s too small to be able to fully regenerate a new body. I and my associates presume that it’s too small to even allow him to regenerate on his own. It has caused faster healing, but back from death? Not possible.”

Mark didn’t know if he should feel relieved or terrified.

“So, he would be useless to take in for study,” another doctor said, still not the one that had spoken to him. “We could, but it would be pointless. He is free to face the justice system.”

Was there a word that meant relieved and terrified at the same time? Because Mark was feeling that.

“Well then,” Kivlithos turned to Mark, a slightly disappointed look on his face. “I suppose you’re just like everybody else.”

“Guess so,” Mark said, trying not to show how scared he really was.

“Take him to the cells,” Kivlithos said, opening the door and speaking to a guard standing just outside. The guard came in, waiting until the doctors undid the straps. The last one – the doctor who had tried to be nice – helped him stand. His feet still felt like the floor was ice. Wobbling over, the guard took his arm and escorted him out.

Not another word from anyone. Just the silent departure as Mark was taken away.

Mark was nearly shaky with plain relief alone. His legs were wobbling, but not just from the toxin now. After every memory from Madapriel about the horrors of a GAAP research lab, he was relieved that he had avoided it. It was terrifying, knowing he had been that close to becoming a lab rat. He would have rather died.

But now he was stuck on this ship. They manipulated him and his crew into doing their dirty work, and thus breaking the law. They knew too much. They wouldn’t let them go. With a Cosmic Crime as well, they were facing life in prison.

Sean might know they were captured by the GAAP, but what could he do at this point? This was a high security ship. A battle reinforced cruiser with top of the line engineering. Sean couldn’t break onto this with a few lines of code and a homemade welder. Even if he could, he’d be caught in seconds.

The only way off this ship was in cuffs.

“Where are we going?” Mark asked the guard.

“Inner System.”

Mark frowned. “The Inner System is kind of big. Could you be more specific, pal?”

No response.

“Great. Thanks. Real talkative there, aren’t you?”

Still no response. Mark sighed, looking around. The halls of this ship were clean and white. A few janitor robots wandered, keeping everything spotless. The halls also kept a steady stream of people, walking about and doing their jobs. Some of them met his eyes, smiling. A few even said hello.

They didn’t know he was a prisoner.

Soon, the halls become emptier. They entered a lift, taking them down into the belly of the ship. Exiting there, Mark was hit with a wave of cold. It was no longer as pristine as the upper ship. Exposed pipes ran along the walls. The sounds of the engines echoed throughout the halls. The guard guided Mark through them, coming to a half before a barred door.

“Tyler!”

Tyler’s head snapped up. Relief washed across his features as he jumped up, rushing the door. The guard took a nervous step back as Tyler slammed into it, testing the true strength of GAAP prison bars.

“Mark! Oh, thank god you’re okay. What did they do to you? Did the stun thing wear off? Where are the others?”

“G-get back,” the guard ordered.

Tyler ignored him, opting to stay as close to Mark as he could.

“That is not a suggestion!” The guard barked, finding a trembling but slightly more imposing voice. “Get back against the far wall. Hands up.”

Tyler gave the guard a nasty look, backing up with his hands raised.

The guard opened the iron bars, watching Tyler carefully with a hand on his stun gun. Mark was shoved forwards, stumbling into the cell. The door shut behind him with a clang. With one final humph, the guard walked away.

Tyler was on Mark in an instant, wrapping him in a hug that should have cracked his bones. Mark squeaked, waving his hands as the air was forced from his lungs.

“You’re… killing… me…”

Tyler let go. “Sorry! I just… you were gone, man. They took you away, and we didn’t know where you went. Then they separated us. I think Kathryn and Amy are together. I don’t know where Ethan is. I’m sorry, I tried to keep us together but there were so many and I—”

“Hey,” Mark said, shaking his head. “Not your fault. You did what you could. None of us could have fought off an entire battleship. They caught us; that is nobody's fault.”

Tyler walked backwards until he hit the wall. He then slide down, collapsing in a heap. Mark had never seen Tyler so… defeated. His hands hung in his lap, his eyes vacantly staring at nothing.

“I meant it you know.”

Mark moved to sit next to Tyler. “Meant what?”

“Back when we were kids. You and your brother having all those ‘how far down the stairs can I jump down’ challenges. Or the ‘how far out the gorge can I jump’ challenges. Or the ‘how many beeys can I have on my body at one time’ challenges. Or the—”

“Okay I get it,” Mark said, shoving Tyler with a huff.

“Every time you would do one of those stupid challenges, I always ended up being the one who took you to the hospital. Didn’t matter what, but you always got the short end of the stick. Broken arm, scraped knees, and chipped teeth. I always stuck you on my hov-bike and took you to go see your mom at the hospital.”

Tyler looked down at Mark. Mark never truly appreciated just how tall Tyler was until he was right up next to him. A giant of a person, who somehow managed to look small as he talked of their childhood.

“I always told you I’d be there to take you wherever you needed to go. The hospital, usually. But I tried to always be there, and now… now I can’t.”

“We’re going to be fine,” Mark said. He grabbed Tyler’s arm, trying to reassure him. “We will be fine. I… I don’t know if I’ll get out of this, but I’m sure you and the others can. They’ll let you go. And life in prison isn’t so bad. You guys can still come visit me, and once you get out then you can go back to Felix. Either stay with him or go after Dark. You guys will make it out of here.”

“Why do you always have to be the hero, Mark?” Tyler asked.

Mark winced. “I’m not trying to be. It just keeps happening! Do you think I wanted to go to prison? No, of course not! But it’s better if I go, and the rest of you go free. I’ll plea. Make a bargain, and get you all out.”

“I won’t take that deal,” Tyler said, frowning and folding his arms. His fingers dug into his sleeves.

“Too bad, you’re taking it,” Mark shot back.

Tyler rolled his eyes. “You’re so stubborn.”

“Stubborn? I’m not stubborn! I’m right! The best outcome to this is that I take the fall, while you and the others make it out of here. Get new identities, or some shit. Make new lives.”

“None of us want that, you know. We came with you for a reason.”

“Yeah, well, life is a bitch,” Mark said, looking away from Tyler. He stared at the bars, remembering all those years ago. That stupid kid who dropped out of school and ran away. That person would have never thought this is where life would leave them. Yet here he was.

What could he have changed? At what moment did everything start going wrong? Was it when they’d accepted the GAAP’s offer? Or when Mark had hurt his arm, bringing Madapriel back to life? Was it when they’d gone to Felix, or was it when Mark had gotten so in his own head about his life that he’d dropped out of the academy?

Mark didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. He couldn’t change the past.

“If,” Tyler started, holding up a finger. “If, and only if, that situation plays out, then I’ll do it. I’ll take everyone far away and I’ll protect them. I’ll keep them safe for you.”

Mark swallowed, trying to keep his emotions down. “Thanks, Tyler.”

The noises of the engine slowly lulled Mark and Tyler to sleep. The day had been long, and the night was eternal in space. The future was uncertain, and the past was set into motion. All that was left was to sleep and rest before their fates were decided.

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Felix watched as the robots filed into his office. Fingers steepled, he carefully took stock of each one. Even after knowing Jack for years now, he had never met his creations. He’d done a damn good job on them, considering his overall lack of training. One obviously needed a replacement core, and another was smashed, held in the arms of the tallest red robot, but a decent job nonetheless.

On leashes, held by the companion robot, two dogs accompanied them into the room. A cyborg dog, whose collared kept beeping out, “Mom Amy.” A much larger green Dulcosi bounded behind him, running up to everyone and whining.

Edgar grunted in his lap.

On the screen, Lixian’s animation was frozen, backed by the sound of frantic typing. Marzia stalked the edge of the room, talking quietly to someone on her comm. Brad and Sive walked in and out of the room, bringing information to Marzia, who would take a moment to respond to them, then continue her comm conversation.

“Brad,” Felix said. Brad looked up from where he was flipping through a holo-file, walking over. Felix leaned in towards him, gesturing at the robots. “Get them set up with a storage room, and get a mechanic for that busted one. Also, please arrange for a caretaker for the dogs.”

Brad nodded. “Will do. They also brought this message from Jack with them.”

“Put it up,” Felix said.

Brad tapped a few buttons on his comm. The screen wavered, a small box popping up with Jack’s face. The sound of Lixian’s typing paused briefly, but not for very long. Jack ran a hand through his hair. He looked hopped up on adrenaline, eyes wild and teeth bared. Soot covered his face, and a line of grease stained his cheek.

“The GAAP captured the Barrel crew,” Jack said. Behind him, the broken robot was being sniffed by the dogs. “They fucked up the Barrel. Engines are shot, thrusters destroyed. It’s drifting out around the Sceifarr 2.054 sector. Shouldn’t be hard to find, the GAAP warnings are still signaling all over the place. They left behind the dogs, destroyed the robot. Also, all their computer systems were raided and destroyed. They left behind nothing. There is no way to replace it. I’m going to go after them.”

Felix’s eyes widened.

“Call me if you want to help, but don’t try and talk me out of this,” Jack said. “I’m not coming back until I get them back.”

The call went dead.

“Sive!” Felix said, the masked man leaning back to appear in the doorway, his arms full of files. “Get in contact with the niners in the Inner System. I want all of them undercover, looking for what is going on. Civilians and GAAP, I don’t care who. All of them on alert.”

Sive nodded and ducked away.

“Brad, start bringing me schematics of every prison in and surrounding the Inner System. I also want schematics of the Justice Hall.”

“Right,” Brad said, running after Sive.

“You have a call incoming from the Hall of Representatives,” Lixian said, animation briefly coming to life.

“Pull it up,” Felix said, sitting up straight and flicking a bit of lint off his jacket. Leveling the screen with an unimpressed glare, he watched as his GAAP contact appeared. The nearly unbearable little Urashi, glowing like a dying star.

“Good Morning Mr.—” the contact tried to say.

“Why are you calling?” Felix said, interrupting. He’d worked too hard and too long to get where he was to take the pleasantries from some snotty kid who’d gotten where he was because of daddy's money.

The contact sniffed. “We are just calling to inform you that despite some recent, ah, revelations the GAAP still values your business and will not be taking further actions against you or your people. Provided, of course, that all this just blows over and none of this particular information is slipped outside these calls.”

Felix smiled tightly, “Oh don’t worry. I know how to toe a line.”

“Excellent,” the contact said. “Thank you for your business.”

The line went dead.

“I got rid of all the GAAP bugs. No little robots or tapped lines. We are free to speak without their interference now. I also hacked their system,” Lixian said as soon as the contact was gone. He was staring straight at Felix in a way that made his heart sink. There was a genuine sadness in the animation’s eyes, and a tenseness in his shoulders. The way he stared, hands still for once. It was nerve-wracking. “I found something. It… it’s not good.”

“What is it?” Felix asked.

“It’s about Mark.”

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Mark lost track of the days. The meals were never at the same time, and the lights were always dim. Tyler and Mark slept in shifts, never letting the other be unconscious without someone to watch their back. Through their own system, it must have been nearly a week, but Mark couldn’t tell.

After what felt like days, they were taken to a larger cell. There, they reunited with the others.

“Are you all alright?” Mark asked, looking them over as he hugged Amy.

“We’re fine,” Kathryn answered. “Do you know where we are?”

“No idea,” Tyler said.

“You’re okay?” Mark said softer, pulling back slightly to look at Amy. She nodded, giving him a small smile.

At that moment, several guards appeared. Letting go of Amy, they faced them as they entered the cell. Each produced a set of cuffs, going to each person and restraining them. Kathryn’s reached down to her feet, not allowing her to use her stronger agility. Tyler’s were connected to a collar, keeping his arms bent as his wrists were kept near his neck.

“Where are we?” Ethan asked. “Where are you taking us?”

“Get in line,” one of the guards said, ignoring the questions. “Single file. Walk this way.”

They lined up, walking out of the cell. A few guards flanked them, guiding them down the halls. There was no one else there, the halls clear of any other life forms. Soon, they reached a port, leading off ship. Mark, taking the back, watched as they walked through the port and reached a small room that separated off in other small rooms.

“Take a room,” a guard said. “Undress and put on the uniform. Slide your clothes through the slot once you are done. Then step through the scanner that will open up on the far end. Walk through until you get to the end. Once you reach there, place your hands on your head and wait to be cuffed again.”

Mark stepped inside. The door closed behind him, the cuffs disappearing. He was left in a room with no windows. On the far end he saw the outline of a door with no handle. In a corner, a camera was pointed at him. Sitting on a shelf was a neatly folded gray suit, a pair of shoes and socks next to it.

“Mind turning that off?” He asked the camera.

No response.

Shrugging, Mark undressed and put on the jumpsuit. It wasn’t especially comfortable, obviously made for someone with slightly smaller shoulders than him. The fabric was rough, and the shoes pinched his toes. The moment he finished dressing, leaving his own clothes in a heap on the floor, the door on the far end slide open.

Mark slowly walked through. The air buzzed for a second as it searched his body, but no alarms went off. Reaching the far end, he saw the others waiting for him, already cuffed. They were already being taken away. Without him.

“Wait,” Amy was saying. “Where is Mark?”

“What’s going on?” Mark asked, looking around confused. He made a move to follow them, but a guard stepped in front of him.

“Come this way,” the guard said, ushering in the opposite direction of the others.

Panic filled Mark. He tried pushed through, trying to run after them. It was no use. They were stronger than him, holding him back as he tried desperately to reach for them.

“I’ll find you!” Mark yelled after them.

“Mar—!”

The door shut behind them before Amy could call his name.

“This way,” the guard shoved him back. Mark stumbled, giving them a glare before turning and walking where they wanted him to go. Down a tunnel until he was brought to a small cell at the end of the hall. The door was barred, but the rest was solid and blocked off.

“What’s going on? Why are you separating us?” Mark asked. He walked inside, the door shutting behind him. The guard took his cuffs off as Mark stuck his hands out. Confliction crossed the guards face as Mark pleaded for an answer.

Looking either way and seeing no one, the guard faced Mark with a wince. “You’ve been charged with treason.”

Mark blinked. “W… what? We haven’t even had a trial yet!”

“There was one held a few days ago. Smaller, with just a few representatives. I’m not even supposed to know about it. I just overheard Kivlithos talking about it. They’re charging you and your crew with treason. Since you’re the leader…” the guard swallowed. “I’m sorry. Since you’re the leader, you’ve been given the death penalty. Three days.”

For a moment the room was spinning. Mark’s knees felt weak. Nothing made sense as those words registered. The guard almost tried to jump forwards as Mark stumbled back. The death penalty. They’d tried and charged him, and he was going to die. He… he was going to die in three days.

Wait.

“What about my crew?!” Mark said, grabbing the bars. “What about them? What is going to happen to my friends?”

“They’ve also been sentenced with treason, but have been sentenced to life in prison. That’s where we are now,” the guard said. “GAAP Central Prison. They’ll be held here.”

Mark walked back, going to sit on the slab bed protruding from the wall. The guard gave him one last pitying look before leaving. Mark buried his face in his hands.

At least his crew was going to be okay.

That was what Mark focused on as he sat in the cell. His friends were going to be safe. Stuck here, but they were alive.

Mark had always known that if he was going to die, he would be fine with it. He had done the best he could, and as long as his family was taken care of then he could die and be done with. The universe was so big. The galaxy filled with extraordinary people. He was just one in billions. Sure, he had done things. Good things. He’d helped people, and he had saved lives. He had put himself on the line to make sure that he left behind a galaxy that was better than the one he had grown up in. He had done that. He’d started the cogwheels to making a better place. Others knew about Madapriel. Others could pick up where he left off. That was what Mark had told himself his whole life.

If he died, then he had done his best and he could die in peace.

But as he was faced with death, he felt scared. Perhaps it was just the anticipation. Three days to sit alone and think about his imminent demise. It was one thing to accept his theoretical death, and it was another to just die. But to sit there, knowing he would die soon and being powerless to do a thing about it… it was terrifying.

He would miss his friends. He’d miss Chica, who had brought so much joy into his life. He’d miss Tyler, Kathryn, and Ethan who had become some of his closest friends. He’d miss his mom and his brother. He’d miss Sean, and hell he’d even miss the robots. He’d miss Amy, who had become so important to him.

They were safe.

That was all that mattered.

Pulling his hands away, Mark saw that they were shaking.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He didn’t want to be scared. He wanted to be at peace with what fate had given him. He didn’t know how to stop this. It was unjust, and it was cruel, but that was just where he had landed. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. Break out? How? He had no tools, no friends who could help. He was alone.

Even if Sean had seen them get caught nearly a week ago, how could he help? This prison was the highest security prison in the galaxy. Since its creation, only one being had escaped, and they had escaped because they jettisoned themselves into space, dying instantly. There was nowhere to go. The nearest planet days away. The nearest space station was GAAP, and just as high security as this place.

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go.

Mark was going to die in three days.

Three days, and he hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to his family.

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Sean had begun planning the moment he had gotten the call from Lixian and Felix.

Lixian had uncovered plans to sentence the crew of the Barrel with treason, making an example out of Mark and handing him the death penalty. They hadn’t been official, but then Lixian had hacked a camera into the trial. Consisting of only four representatives out of hundreds, the trail had lasted barely five minutes as the sentence was carried out. This was a cover up, and they were moving quickly.

Sean reached the prison a day after the crew did. Two days left, and not nearly enough time or resources.

Lixian found schematics of the prison, but they were more daunting than helpful. Check-stations, cameras, heat sensors, motion sensors, facial recognition, everything. Even some things Sean had never heard of. Each prisoner had a tracker placed not only on their clothes, but even the guards were tracked. There were scheduled patrols, and random patrols. Prisoners were allowed out into the yard or kept in their cells on a randomly algorithm generated schedule. Not to mention the entire surrounding area was impossible to get into without permits and pre-scheduled visits. The easiest way would be with produce for the kitchen, or through the garbage chutes, but those were scanned thoroughly.

Just looking at the complicated mess of a floorplan, Sean felt hopeless.

That wasn’t just the worst part. He was all alone in this.

Only one niner was planted on the GAAP Central Prison. Only one, and they were a low-level guard who was mostly there to keep an eye on things. Marzia couldn’t make it in time. It would take her a week to travel there, and by that time Mark would be dead. He’d called Robin, and even he couldn’t help.

He was completely alone, and his friend was going to die in twelve hours.

“This isn’t going to work,” Felix said, setting down the glass of whiskey he’d been nursing. “I’m sorry, Jack, but we would need months of planning at least to even have a chance at breaking in. Months of infiltration, setting gears into motion, manipulating the system in our favor. Right now, we could get you inside, but that’s about it.”

“That’s all I need,” Sean said, avoiding looking at the little comm screen showing Felix.

“No, it isn’t, you idiot,” Felix said, shooting him a look. “ANTI cannot save you from this. You can’t even save yourself from this, much less another person.”

“Then what do you recommend?” Sean said, throwing up his hands. “What do I do, Felix? I cannot just watch as Mark dies. I fucking refuse.”

“I… I don’t know,” Felix admitted. “But I do know that if you go in there you will die. Then there will be two people dead.”

“Just do what we planned,” Sean said, checking his guns. “I’ll do the rest.”

Felix sighed. “I don’t want to lose a friend, Jack.”

“Then if it makes you feel better, don’t call me a friend. I’ll just be another body doing a job, and this will just be another mission.”

“You’re not…”

“Just shut up already!”

Sean was breathing hard. His hands were clenched. ANTI flickered at the back of his mind, warily watching. Ready to jump in. Sean took one breath in, and one out. Vision wavering with angry tears, he looked at the comm screen. Felix was watching him with surprise, concern, and fear.

“I have to do this.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what Mark would do,” Sean said. “Stupid, impulsive, head up his own ass Mark would jump in and save his friends. Because that’s what people with friends do. They care about each other. They try and help each other. I haven’t had friends in so fucking long, and now that I have them, I have one chance to try and do this one thing right.”

“You’re not Mark.”

“No,” Sean agreed. “I’m not Mark. I don’t want to be Mark. I’m my own fucking person.  But I’ve changed. I’ve tried to change into someone better. So much of that was me. I tried to become someone better. But Mark and his crew helped. I want to be a better person, and the Jack I was when I met them would leave them to rot. I want to be the kind of person who helps.”

For a moment Felix just stared at him. Then he shook his head. “Fine, I’ll get you inside. I’ll have my niner on the inside ready with an escape pod. But that is literally all I can do with this amount of prep time.”

“Thanks,” Sean said. “Honestly. Thank you.”

Felix glared. “You make it out alive.”

Sean cocked his gun, “I’m getting us both out alive.”

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The room was white. A single window at the back, showing several GAAP representatives and generals. Kivlithos among them. A camera crew was setting up across from a white chair. A doctor stood in a corner, prepping a needle. Mark, dressed in simple gray clothes, was led into the room. Hands and feet shackled. They brought him to the chair, taking off his chains and letting him sit. Once he sat, they strapped his wrists and ankles to the chair.

“Are you comfortable?” One of the guards asked Mark.

He snorted, “Am I comfortable? I’m going to die.”

The guard flinched, backing away with the other.

Mark hated that they were broadcasting this. They had to make an example of him. An example of the ones who stood at the cliffs edge and dared to fly. Don’t cross the government. Don’t make the mistakes he did.  It was a warning to his friends. It was a warning to the galaxy. It was a warning to Madapriel.

Don’t challenge them. Don’t fly towards that early grave.

“Are we ready?” The doctor asked the camera crew.

Thumbs up. The camera trained on one of the generals – a Reponere – holding a list of Mark’s crimes. They nodded, and the cameraman held up a hand.

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They went live.

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Amy didn’t look away. She owed it to Mark to not look away.

Everyone in the women's wing of the prison was watching. They didn’t know that the two women, huddling in the back corner of the room knew the man about to die. They didn’t know that Amy’s world was crumbling around her. They didn’t know.

Kathryn was hugging Amy. Amy was hugging Kathryn. They were holding each other, and Amy was staring straight ahead, watching the screen broadcasting the stream of Mark. A general on screen. He was reading off a list of crimes. Amy wasn’t listening. Her eyes were searching for Mark. Any glimpse of him.

She hadn’t gotten to say goodbye.

That one fact clawed at her chest. She hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to the one person who mattered the most, and now she was going to watch him die.

Kathryn grabbed Amy’s organic hand, squeezing it. Her cyborg arm had been taken away, replaced with a simple plastic one. It was useless. It bent at the elbow, and only if Amy moved it. A safety precaution, but Amy felt even more helpless. She had always had to fight tooth and nail for what she wanted.

Now she couldn’t even write her own name.

The charges were finishing up. Amy sat up straighter, waiting for that one last look at Mark. The general finished. The screen changed. Amy’s breath caught in her throat as sudden tears overtook her.

Mark sat, strapped down to a white chair, definitely staring into the camera. Daring his audience to pity him. Daring his audience to hate him.

Even with only minutes left of his life he was trying to say something. Trying to convey some message to the universe. He wasn’t going down without a fight, no matter how small that fight was. He was daring the universe to see him as he was, and see what had been taken from him.

Amy started crying silently, tears running down her face.

She wasn’t going to stop fighting. Not now. She was losing too much.

“Goodbye,” she whispered.

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Lost in a crowd, Ethan looked up at the screen.

He was all alone. His friends had been taken from him, one after another. First Mark, then Amy and Kathryn, then Tyler. One by one they were taken away until Ethan was left in a crowd of other prisoners.

He stood in the center of them, watching the screen.

Ethan had never felt jealous of an organics ability to cry. It was messy, and it was gross. Fluids coming out of multiple orifices, and heaving convulsions from their chests. Once they started it was almost impossible to stop. Ethan had been a shoulder to cry on several times, mostly for Kathryn when her world got too much. He’d never wanted that.

Mark came on screen.

He looked serious. Angry. It reminded Ethan of the time an anti-android protester had tried to convince Mark to sell Ethan. To get rid of him. That look on his face as Mark calmly explained that Ethan was his friend… it was the same face. That quiet defiance that the world he was seeing wasn’t right, and he dared it to prove him wrong.

Ethan had never wanted to cry, but now the only thing he wanted more than anything was to find some way to express how he was feeling. Just how much he wanted that physical ache organics could feel. He experienced every emotion. Every despairing sorrow. Ethan knew what he was feeling.

But that dull ache described to him by his friends… he couldn’t feel it. Even as Mark’s eyes looked into his with that determination and fear, all Ethan wanted was to feel that ache.

But he couldn’t. He wasn’t made to do that. So, he watched, and wished he could cry.

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CRASH!

Tyler slammed into the wall. He turned, running at the opposite wall with a roar.

CRASH!

He slammed into that one. He turned and faced the wall. He ran, repeating the same motion he’d been doing since they’d put him in here.

CRASH!

He’d tried fighting them. Tyler had tried fighting his way through every guard and wall in his wall to get to Mark. Once he’d heard the announcement, he’d turned away from Ethan and run at the guards with fury in his eyes.

It hadn’t taken long to take him down.

So now he ran at the walls, screaming himself hoarse as he tried to crush the walls. Tried hard as he could to save Mark.

CRASH!

Dents were beginning to form. Cracks running along the concrete walls. They would budge. They would break until his rage. But not soon enough. Tyler knew that. He knew that he could slam his body into a mountain and eventually, it would fall. But the years he would need to fell a mountain could not make up for the moments until Mark would die.

As Tyler ramming himself into the walls, over and over, all he could remember was the words he’d spoken so long ago. The words he’d promised Mark. A promise he’d broken.

“I really showed them, eh?” Mark asked, laughing.

Tyler started to chuckle too before he noticed Mark buckle in pain.

“Broken ribs,” Mark said, smiling tensely at Tyler. “The nanobots are still working at fixing them.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days,” Tyler shook his head, half-teasing. The other half seriously worried that Mark would one day get himself killed.

“No, I won’t,” Mark countered. “You won’t let me.”

Tyler roared.

He ran at the wall.

CRASH!

He turned, breathing hard. Tears building up in his eyes, he ran at the wall.

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“Right! Right, Jack!”

Sean stopped in his tracks, turning around and going right. He had no idea how he’d made it this far into the prison. After climbing through the garbage chute, he’d somehow managed to make his way through the halls. It must be because of Mark. The galaxy was focused on this event. Guards must have been laxer.

The hallway was quiet. In the distance he could hear the jeers and shouts of a crowd of prisoners, watching the broadcast. Keeping close to the walls, he ran along them. Keeping low, keeping out of sight. In his ear, Felix and Lixian talked him through the maze of the prison.

“They’re showing Mark,” Lixian said, a forced calm in his voice. “Hurry up.”

“Guard ahead,” Felix said. “There is a vent to your left, just before the turn. Take that.”

Sean ducked into the vent, carefully taking off and replacing the cover. Once inside, he crawled as quietly as he could.

“How much time do I have?” Sean muttered, freezing as he heard someone passing by.

“Not long. Five minutes or less,” Lixian estimated.

Sean started crawling. He’d make it.

He had to make it.

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“Thanks for the dinner, Wade.”

Wade smiled over at Mandy and Bob, picking up the remaining dishes alongside his wife, Molly. The four of them in his dining room, enjoying their weekly get together. “Thank Molly,” he said. “Do you think I could cook this well on my own?”

Molly laughed and took the dishes from him, disappearing into the kitchen and reappearing with a small chocolate cake. It was a normal routine that Bob and Wade had kept up since graduating the Academy, finding their own jobs in the GAAP and creating their own families. A small get together every week to stay in touch.

It wasn’t much, but it was fun.

Before slices of cake could be handed out, the holo-screen turned on. With a high-pitched beep, the screen turned to a recording of a GAAP general, greeting the audience.

“Did you know about this?” Bob asked Wade.

Wade shook his head. He hadn’t heard anything about a mandatory screening. The general went on and on, talking about the importance of security, and how the GAAP had been founding on bringing the galaxy together. He recounted the history of the founders, going over the ideals their government was founded on. The usual speech.

“Wha…” Molly looked over at Wade, before looking back at the screen. “What is going on?”

“Today,” the general said. “We unfortunately have found a traitor. A man trusted with sensitive information, and trusted with the recapture of a dangerous terrorist. This man not only gave this information to known illegal arms dealers, but aided and abetted this terrorist in escaping arrest. He has assaulted GAAP generals and officers, committing a Cosmic Crime. Now, we do not take his sentence lightly. His actions will have ripple effects across the galaxy. To squash those that would follow in his actions, and rise up under illegal banners with intentions of attacking the peace and reducing the GAAP back to the chaos of before, we have given him the ultimate punishment. As a warning to those who he has influenced, we send out this broadcast. This man is a criminal, and the actions he has committed are heinous. Do not follow in his footsteps.”

Bob and Wade shared a confused look. Bob had managed to snag a comfortable, higher up position in the GAAP. He shook his head at Wade. Even he didn’t know who they were talking about.

Looking back at the screen, the general tapping his file to the desk, nodding at the camera. The camera changed perspective, and Wade felt his stomach drop.

He hadn’t seen him since senior year of the Academy. Brash and loud, with stars in his eyes as his hands mastered every ship he touched. Mark Fischbach, an old friend of his who had disappeared one night with only a note. They’d talked a few times over the years, but never really reconnected. He was always busy, saving people. Wade had seen him in the news a few times, each with a headline of bravery and selflessness alongside his crew.

Now he was staring at the screen, eyes boring into him with defiance. His arms and legs held down, dressed in gray. Dark circles under his eyes, and a sallowness to his skin. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. For a moment, his eyes looked off screen. A flash of fear, but then he stilled himself.

Wade had seen that look on his face. The face he used when the instructors had told him he was flying wrong, even though he’d aced every test.

“Oh my god,” Bob breathed.

The general continued to speak of Mark’s treason. Of his deception, as he pretended to help while selling secrets to the enemy. It all slipped away. Wade’s vision tunneled as he realized – that angry kid with dreams too big and a determination to take it on – was going to die.

Bob went pale, Mandy holding her mouth. Molly had collapsed in her chair, her hand a vice in Wade’s. His breathing was shallow. His chest felt tight. He was sweating, and his hands were shaking.

Mark Fischbach was a traitor, and he was being executed.

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“Two minutes.”

“I know I know,” Sean said, shoving the unconscious bodies of the guards out of view of the windows, sneaking back outside the control room and looking either way. “I’m almost there. Any more guards?”

“Two outside the execution room, four inside with the generals, two inside with Mark.”

“Got it,” Sean hurried down the hall.

He was going to make it.

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The whole galaxy was watching. Some with disinterest, some with hate. Some with scorn, and some with fear. Some would be crying at the loss of a friend and family member. Some would be crying at the loss of someone they had viewed as a hero. Some would be celebrating, glad to have what they viewed as a danger gone from their lives. Some would be happy, falling into the lies and believing they were safer now.

Only one watched with an interest privy to their eyes alone. An interest singular to a complex web of hate, grudging respect, and debt.

Madapriel brushed some hair from his eyes. He didn’t know why he’d let it get so long, but it reached his shoulders now. Maybe a small difference from his DNA source. Maybe just casual indifference to his appearance. He didn’t especially care. His goals were set, and he had no interest for other matters.

Mark, however… ever since the moment Madapriel had taken his DNA, he had found some hateful fascination with him. At first, it had been his creation. The union of a Xanhull and a human. Before the fall of Unohsket, a Xanhull would have never dreamed of procreating with another species. Not out of malice, or some superiority complex. Xanhulls were a close-knit community. Procreation was a serious matter, and the combination of DNA was taken with utmost thought.

To casually create a life that could not follow in its parentages footsteps was considered thoughtless and cruel. A half-Xanhull would be weak and defenseless. Doomed to fall to the cruelty of the universe.

When Madapriel had first come back he had been angry. Confused and lost in this new world that had destroyed and scattered his people. He had wanted to find control, and found it in what he thought was mercy. Ending the life of what should have never been.

Now… Mark had proved to be valiant. Obviously having been never truly taught the traditions and rights of his ancestors, but still… a person who had discovered morals to hold onto and a family to protect.

In Mark’s memories, Madapriel had found understanding. The frustration of a child, unsure of where he fit in the galaxy and a desperation to find his place. Running away from a place that was wrong, and falling into the arms of a friend who guided him to freedom.

In Mark’s memories, Madapriel had experienced the death of one of his own. Through the eyes of a child who didn’t truly understand, but with his own grief mingled with a confused boy who was losing his father. This grief, now in the heart of a man who had watched the slow death of one of his own. A death that could have been avoided, but was taken to give a future to his children.

In these memories, Madapriel now found respect for the man he had once tried to kill.

In a way, Mark had saved his life.

Not just with his DNA. Yes, his accident had brought Madapriel back. His misstep had given Madapriel the opportunity to take back what had been taken from him. Mark’s blood was now an opportunity to set in motion his plans. But it wasn’t just the DNA. It was the memories. It was how Mark had forced to him see him as a person. Alive, fighting, and ready to take on anyone who tried to hurt his friends.

It was a reminder of who Madapriel himself was.

It was a reminder that Madapriel was here to take back what he was owed for all his kind, not just those that were dead.

Madapriel owed a debt to Mark. A life for a life.

Could he truly repay that debt? Mark was on death's row. Far away, and under lock and key. Moments away from death. Could Madapriel honestly repay what he owed?

“Dark?”

Madapriel looked up from the screen. Wilford stood in the doorway, fiddling with his mustache. For a moment, a pang of regret for what he was about to do to the merc stabbed his heart. He shut it down. Wilford was a necessary sacrifice. One life for millions.

“Yes?”

Wilford coughed, “Uh, Google? That robot guy? Yeah, he found what you’re looking for. The crystal thingy. Says that if we head there now, we will be there within a few days.”

Madapriel looked back at the screen.

“Tell Google,” he said, fingers running over the vials of blood set before him. “That we may have to take a detour.”

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Lethal injection.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from glancing over at where the doctor was preparing a needle. Filling it with what, he had no fucking clue, but he knew that it was bad. It would kill him. His orb was too small to withstand whatever they gave him. It would destroy him.

He looked back at the camera. There were no microphones in this room. Even if he screamed and wailed, no sound would reach those who were watching. So, he stared. He hoped his eyes would at least convey that what was happening wasn’t right. That he wasn’t going to let them murder him without a fight.

Amy…

Amy was watching.

For a moment Mark nearly broke. He knew that they would make his friends watch. He was an example. He was the leader. Don’t be like him, they would say. Don’t follow in the footsteps of a man who had everything to lose and the morals to be stupid enough to continue fighting. Don’t fly to close to the sun.

At the end of the day, Mark didn’t care.

He would stick to his morals, and he would die by them.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel regret. Amy, Tyler, Ethan, Kathryn, Sean, Henry, Chica… he was leaving them all behind. His friends and his family. They would all see him die, and that was a fate he wished he could change. Let him die alone if he must, but don’t force those he loved to see him die helpless.

He couldn’t change a thing now.

Mark closed his eyes for a moment.

He would miss Kathryn and her jokes. Her fearless determination and her wickedly smart strategies. He would miss Tyler, and his grounded morals. His opinions that made Mark think about his world, and his steadfast form watching his back. He would miss Ethan and his laugh. The way he went out of his way to make those around him laugh, and how he would talk about his own dreams that seemed so far away but were just within his grasp. He would miss Chica and Henry, the dogs who had made his life so much better. Those two puppies who brought joy and life to his day. He would miss Amy, and her love. Her steady hand, guiding him back to his goals and her hand against his.

He would miss Sean, and he would miss his family. He’d miss friends he hadn’t spoken to in years, and the people he had saved. He’d miss those he had given his life to helping, and he’d miss those long nights watching the stars.

Mark would miss living.

He opened his eyes.

What he saw before him was the end. The road paved with broken glass that he walked – fighting for every step – had finally grown too sharp. The shards cut too deep. Mark could still see more of that road. He saw a life he wanted, but here was where he could not pass.

He would miss that road, and every painful step. He would miss the smooths spots, and he would miss the rough patches. The life he had lived was one Mark was proud of. He had done what he could. Now it was time to let the others walk the road.

Mark would miss living, but he knew that this was not the end. Not the end for his friends and family. Not the end for this galaxy.

Just his end.

The doctor walked towards him, needle in hand. Pointless dread settled in his gut. Even after coming to terms with his death – even after facing the reality that this was it – Mark was scared. But being scared was what made him alive. It’s what made him important, especially in that moment. Fear and death were what kept the universe moving. Running and running until the stars exploded and lives ended. Life was precious, because life would end.

Mark hoped he had done enough.

“Any last words?” The doctor asked, tapping the needle.

Mark looked at the camera, “Can they hear me?”

“No,” the doctor said, looking at him with indifference. “Just for record purposes.”

“Alright,” Mark said, looking above the camera. Right at the generals who were watching his death like it was entertainment. Meeting the gaze of every being in that room, his eyes finally landed upon Kivlithos. The man who played god, watching as Mark’s wings burned.

Mark raised his chin, not backing down even for a moment. “Then fuck you.”

“I will… write that down,” the doctor said, taken aback.

The needle was set against his arm.

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The door was there. Just at the end of the hall. Like Lixian had said, two guards waiting just outside the door. They alert, but not expecting an attack. Not from him.

With surprise on his side, Sean easily took down the guards watching the door. Silently, he darted towards them, and before they realized, he was attacking. One punch for each, and an extra kick to the head. Quickly stooping, Sean picked up the keycard and swiped it. He had to be in time.

The door beeped, and Sean swallowed to catch his breath.

The door opened.

In a single moment, Sean took in the entire scene. A window separating the room from several generals, each looking at him with shock. A camera, trained on Mark, sitting in a chair facing them. A doctor standing at his side, holding a needle.

The needle was in Mark’s arm, and the needle was empty.

He was too late.

The guards on either side of Mark raised their guns. Without hesitation, rage flashed through Sean. That pounding itch in the back of his mind enveloped him, but this time Sean was too furious to be forced away. The hatred and the anguish were too strong, even for ANTI. He was screaming with sorrow and rage as ANTI stepped into his body, leaving Sean’s hands on the controls as his eye burned red and glitch lines ran down his skin.

With a roar, Sean and ANTI launched himself at the guards. Each didn’t even have a chance to fire. Sean’s teeth sunk into the throat of one, ripping it out with a spray of blood. He was on the next in a moment, claws sinking into the guard’s skull and dragging downwards. They were dead without a chance to speak.

Blood soaking his hands and mouth, Sean and ANTI turned to the doctor. The man was already begging for his pathetic life. He didn’t have much time to beg. Sean’s hand closed around his throat. It crushed under his grip, the neck snapping instantly. Sean and ANTI dropped him, letting him crumple to the floor in a sad heap.

“Mark!”

ANTI retreated for a moment as Sean ran around the chair, kneeling next to Mark. He was still breathing. He was still looking. Sean’s claws cut the straps. He grabbed Mark’s face, shaking him.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he pleaded. “Mark, don’t you dare fucking die. Don’t you dare. I snuck through garbage for you, don’t you dare fucking die on me.”

Mark opened his mouth to respond. There was a moment where he breathed in, a sad smile on his face. Then he breathed out. Quietly, he fell limp. His eyes glazed over, staring straight ahead. No longer looking at Sean. No longer alive.

Mark… Mark was…

“No,” Sean pleaded. “No, no, no, no!”

He shook Mark, but he was gone. There was no reaction. Just a slow relaxing of his muscles as the smile faded from his face and his eyes stared vacantly ahead.

“MARK!” Sean screamed.

The door burst open. Guards ran into the room, guns trained on him. They were yelling at him, telling him to get on the ground. Telling him to surrender.

Sean didn’t even think. He just let himself fall back into that mindless rage as ANTI stepped into his body. He turned slowly, staring into the terrified eyes of the nearest guard.

He attacked.

Without thought, he tore and slashed, ripping through every breathing body in front of him. Blood covered him, but he didn’t care. All that he cared about was destroying those that had taken his friend from him. They fell. A few got a shot in, or a stab. The wounds were meaningless. They didn’t slow him down. Not as he tore through their bodies, coming closer and closer to those fucking GAAP officers, watching him.

And then he was there. Smashing through the glass. He killed them, one by one. Enjoying as they died under his hands. They had nowhere to run. He was blocking the only exist, and he had no problem killing them as they tried to flee.

He killed and killed until there was only one left. The Graeldur general. The one that had manipulated and used his friends. The one who had sentenced his friend to death. The one who now stared at him with fear, hands raised.

“Now, now,” he said, a tremble of fear in his voice as he tried to regain control. Tried to offer a pathetic excuse for his life. “Let’s talk. I can give you money. Power. Anything you want.”

“You took my friend – his friend – away from me,” he hissed, the voices overlapping each other. “The only thing I want is to see your black heart bleeding out in my hand.”

Sean and ANTI reached down as one. ANTI’s cruel enjoyment and Sean’s devastated grief merging into a single goal. They grabbed his throat, and with the other hand, clawed through his chest. His skin was thick, but they didn’t care. Tear after tear until finally Sean and ANTI held his still beating heart. With a yell, his claws sunk deep into the heart until it was crushed between his fingers.

“It’s in there!”

Sean crumpled to the ground. The adrenaline of his grief waning, Sean lost the will to go on. He’d killed, and he’d raged. He didn’t care anymore. In that moment of weakness, ANTI took complete control. What happened next was a blur to Sean. The scream of guards, the sting of wounds appearing on his body. He barely registered the gradual movement as ANTI tore through the prison.

He was too late.

If he had only been there moments before… if only he had moved faster… if only…

There was one moment of agony that nearly tore Sean from the back of his mind. A searing pain in his leg. A flash of fire and agony as something dug into his flesh, the leg screaming at him.

There was a tug.

The pain flared. And then ANTI dulled it, forcing him even farther back. Back and back, until all he registered was the darkness.

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The cameras cut out just before the second guard died. Felix and Lixian knew that Jack wouldn’t leave that place until they were all dead. He wouldn’t leave until ANTI forced him too. They sat in horrified silence, watching the darkened screen.

The silence was deafening. Moments passing. Neither Lixian nor Felix found it in themselves to say a thing. What they had just seen… what they had heard through the comms, and what had been cut off as the comm was damaged, it was too much.

“The GAAP has started a war,” Felix said quietly, almost to himself. “Whether they know it or not, this is a war.”

In the resounding silence of Felix’s statement, Lixian said nothing. Moments ticked by as they watched the blackened screen. Then, as a small alert came up on his screen, he said, “Jack made it out. Niner got him into a pod. He’s badly hurt.”

“I have a niner nearby,” Felix said. “Send them to pick him up and treat him. Bring him here.”

Lixian nodded. Suddenly, there was a sharp PING as something came across Lixian’s alerts. He jumped into action, typing and muttering.

“What is it?” Felix asked.

“Someone else just hacked into the prison!” Lixian said. “I… I can’t explain it. It’s like the system just turned against itself, but it is someone. They’re too much, I can’t get control back!”

For a moment, the screen showed Lixian, animation jolting in stuttered motions as he frantically tried to regain control. Then he was gone, and the screen was replaced by a large blue, red, yellow, and green G.

.

.

Perfect distraction, that AI was. A reckless program, tearing its way through the prison drawing all attention to it. Alarms blaring, system shutting down. Undetected as Madapriel’s own perfect machine took control. An evolved and better version of what it used to be. Now, able to learn and take control. He walked down the halls, not even bothering to shield himself from cameras. They were all erased. They were all off. The GAAP would never know he was here.

Down the halls, twisting and winding his way until he reached a room washed in red.

He stepped inside. Bodies lay everywhere. Torn apart in an obvious attempt at revenge. Oh, how senseless and sloppy. Understandable, but inelegant. A hurried decision to destroy what was in its path.

Sitting slumped over in the chair, eyes staring straight ahead, was Mark.

Madapriel came to stand next to him. His hand grabbed the top of Mark’s head, lifting it to stare into his lifeless eyes. He was too late. How regretful.

“Red eyes,” Madapriel said, staring as Mark’s true Xanhull eyes slowly revealed themselves as his body shut down. “Even in death, you still find some way to piss me off.”

There was no reply. Just the drip of blood, and distant blare of alarms.

“Still,” Madapriel said, letting go. Mark’s head fell. A reminder of every dead Xanhull staining the GAAP. Yet another reminder of what he was here to accomplish. “I still have a debt, and I have a duty. The GAAP shall never lay their hands on our kind ever again.”

Kneeling, Madapriel gathered Mark into his arms. With little effort, he stood and turned to the door. Stepping over bodies, making his way back through the halls, Madapriel took away Mark’s body.

The GAAP had taken enough from them.

It was time he took it back.

TO BE CONTINUED

[jwslw]

d20 modern Gears of War Part 2 vehicles

COG Vehicles

King Raven and Variants              Top                                  PDC/

Name   Crew  Pass  Cargo  Init/Man  Speed.        Def:  Hard     HP    SZ     Res

King Raven    5         12     2tons   -4/+0       106(11)      6       10         50     G       41/mil

King Raven Gunship    3          2      1ton    -4/+0        106(11)     6    15         50      G      43/mil

Dual Rotor King Raven    5         12     15tons-4/+0        106(11)     6       10         55      G      43/mil

Sea Raven    5         12     15tons -4/+0       106(11)      6       10          55     G       43/mil

Weapon list        Range                                    PDC/

Weapons      Dmg Type Crit   Inc     RoF  Mag      Wght  SZ Res

King Raven Missile Pod      15d6    Ball           N/A  1,000ft  Sin   4(Int)    700lb      G           32/mil

King Raven Rocket Pod       6d12   Slash         N/A   350ft    S       10(Int)   700lb      H           27/mil

Chain Gun        4d12 Ball            20     100ft    A       Linked 90lb       H           26/mil

Machine gun        2d12   Ball 20    120ft   A     Linked   60lb        H          23/mil

Stomper AGL        2d8 Conc           20    100ft  S,A    Linked  75lb  H          23/mil

King Raven Missile Pod

A 4 shot Missile Pod mounted in pairs on King Raven Gunships.

D20 Rules: Laser Guided (+4 Attack Move action to acquire target), Burst Radius 20ft (Ref 17), Ignores upto 15hardness on target struck. Maximum range 5 increments.

King Raven Rocket Pod

A 10 shot unguided rocket pod, typically mounted in pairs on King Raven Gunships

d20 Rules: Burst 20ft, Ref 17, 3 Round burst (-4 Attack, +6d12 damage, +5 Reflex DC)

Chain Gun PL 5 (Requires Exotic Firearms Proficiency [Machine guns])

d20 rules: Auto Fire (100 rounds 20x20ft Ref 20 for half), Burst (50 rounds, -4 Attack +4d12)

Machine gun

A standard .50 Machine-gun, mounted on Centaurs, Armadillos and COG Boats

Stomper

d20 Rules: Splash (any target within 5feet of a target struck by a Stomper round must make a DC 12 Reflex save or suffer half damage), Burst Fire (expends 5 rounds, -4Attack, +2d8 damage, +5 Reflex DC to Splash)

King Raven Variants

All King Raven variants have the following equipment

Professional Radio: Range 100miles

Heavy armor plate: when “buttoned up” all King raven variants grant 9/10 cover to crew and passengers

Search Light mount

Winch: Allows the King Raven to transport 4 times it's listed cargo capacity, slung under the helicopter

RADAR: Range 50miles, +4 equipment bonus to Spot and Navigate check. Grants a +2 Attack bonus with Rockets and Forward Chain gun

Forward mounted Chain Gun (Turreted on Gunship Variant, Fixed on all others)

King Raven

D20 Rules: A King Raven is 3 squares wide by 6 squares long, King Ravens have two massive Side doors allowing the crew and passengers to board or disembark as a move action, when the doors are opened the King Raven's cover bonus drops to ½.  Door Mounts (Fire Arc Front/Left/Aft and Front/Right/Aft), typically mount a Chain gun, but, can be replaced with any other huge or smaller machine gun Automatic cannon or Grenade Launcher

King Raven Gunship

D20 Rules: A King Raven Gunship is 3 squares wide by 6 squares long.  The King Raven Gunship has a pair of snub-wings, each wing has 3 forward facing hardpoints.  King Raven Gunships typically carry 2 wing mounted Chain guns, 2 wing mounted Missile pods and 2 wing mounted Rocket pods.  King Raven gunships have a built-in laser designator (Range 4,000ft allows target locks with missile pods).

Dual-Rotor Variant

D20 Rules: A Dual Rotor King Raven is 4 squares wide by 10 squares long, King Ravens have two massive Side doors allowing the crew and passengers to board or disembark as a move action, when the doors are opened the King Raven's cover bonus drops to ½.  Door Mounts (Fire Arc Front/Left/Aft and Front/Right/Aft), typically mount a Chain gun, but, can be replaced with any other huge or smaller machine gun Automatic cannon or Grenade Launcher.  Twin Rotor King Ravens possess side mounts capable of supporting two Large Mechs or vehicles (1 per mount), deploying the transported mechs/vehicles is a Move action.

Sea Raven

D20 Rules: A Sea Raven is 4 squares wide by 10 squares long, Sea Ravens have two massive Side doors allowing the crew and passengers to board or disembark as a move action, when the doors are opened the King Raven's cover bonus drops to ½.  Door Mounts (Fire Arc Front/Left/Aft and Front/Right/Aft), typically mount a Chain gun, but, can be replaced with any other huge or smaller machine gun Automatic cannon or Grenade Launcher.  Sea Ravens possess a rear mount capable of supporting a huge or smaller watercraft, deploying the transported vehicle is a Move action.  Sea Ravens have integrated pontoons allowing them to both land on water and serve as floating support for dedicated watercraft.

Ground Vehicles                               Top                                    PDC

Name   Crew  Pass  Cargo  Init/Man  Speed.        Def:  Hard     HP    SZ     Res

Centaur Tank    4         4       1Ton   -4/-4        70 (7)         6       15        65     G        35/mil

Armadillo APC     2        8     5tons   -4/+0       95(10)        6       10        55     G        34/mil

Derrick   2         0      None    -8/-8      45(5)            2         20      90     C        41/res

Assault Derrick    2         24    10tons   -8/-8      45(5)           2        20        90     C        43/mil

Rat Truck    1         1      1 Ton    -2/-2      175(18)       6     10        45     G        29/lic

  Weapon list        Range                                    PDC/

Weapons Dmg Type Crit  Inc     RoF  Mag      Wght  SZ Res

Centaur Cannon            10d8 Ball 20    350ft   S      6(Cyl)   600lb     G            29/mil

Grenade Dischargers Special       Special       N/A  60ft       S       4(Int)    50lb        H           21/mil

Centaur Cannon

Heavy Revolver Cannon mounted on Centaur Tanks.  

D20 rules: ignores upto 15 points of Hardness to the target struck, and has a 10ft burst radius (Ref 15 for half damage).

Grenade Dischargers

A quad barreled grenade launcher, can deploy smoke rounds or fragmentation rounds

d20 rules: can use fragmentation grenades 4d6 slashing damage Ref DC 15 for half damage, or smoke grenades (see d20 modern RPG)

Centaur Tank

D20 Rules: A Centaur Tank is 3 squares wide by 4 squares long, it provides full cover to crew and passengers, the Centaur has a Turreted Cannon and Machine gun (+2 Attack bonus from on board optics), and an onboard professional radio with a range of 100miles Centaur tanks provide full N-B-C protection.  The Centaur's headlights can provide forward illumination equivalent to a Flood Light.  Boarding or disembarking a Centaur is a Full round action. The Centaur has a mounted ram plate.

Armadillo APC

D20 Rules: An Armadillo APC is 3squares wide by 4squares long and grants ¾ cover to crew and passengers and has powerful headlights (Function as Floodlights), Professional Radio (Range 100miles), and a special recessed docking port for a JACK robot.  For combat an armadillo possesses 4 partial turrets (2 For/Left/Aft, 2 For/Right/Aft), a Forward ram plate that also serves as a boarding ramp and an exposed dorsal turret mount (½ cover when used).  An Armadillo APC typically has a machine gun and Grenade discharger mounted on each side.  After Emergence Day, many Dills were equipped with Turret mounted UV lights.

JACK Robot (PL7) CR. Medium Construct. HD:1d10+10. HP:15. Mas-. Init:+0. Speed: 35ft fly (clumsy). Defense:, Touch , FF (+5 Equip). BaB:+0. Grapl:+1. Atk/Full Attack: +1melee ( 1d3+1 Pincer) or +0ranged. FS:ftxft. Rft. SQ: Construct Traits, Critical Systems. AL: Owner. SV: Fort+0, Ref+0, Will+0. AP: N/A. Rep+0. Str12, Dex11, Con-, Int10, Wis10, Cha5. Skills: Craft (Electronic)+8, Disable Devise+8, Hide+8, Move Silently+8, Repair+8, Spot+8 Feats: None Equipment: Purchase DC: 31($46,910) Restriction: Lic+1. Frame: Biodroid. Locomotion: Propeller (air). Manipulators: Pincers(x2) Armor: Alumisteel. Sensors: Class III. Skill Software: Skill Progit (Hide 8 ranks), Skill Progit (Move Silently 8 ranks), Skill net (8 ranks Craft[Electronic], Disable Devise, Repair, Spot)   Feat Software: N/A Accessories: Holo-Screen

Assault Derrick

D20 Rules: Derricks/Assault Dericks are 7squares wide/long/tall.  The cockpit of a Derrick has armored glass and provides ¾ cover to the driver, because of the open design and height a derrick provides ¼ cover to passengers and additional crew.  A Civilian version of the Derrick includes a drilling/pumping apparatus and tanks for holding upto 24 gallons of Imulsion/oil or similar viscous liquids, deploying this apparatus requires 2d4 rounds and the pump can draw roughly 2 gallons per hour.  The Militarized version mounts a Chain Gun or similar sized automatic weapon (Full Turret) and replaces the apparatus with a GrindLift.  Like the pump the GrindLift requires 2d4 rounds to deploy and can deploy upto 4 troops per round once deployed.  GrindLift pods punch through ground at a rate of 160ft per round, have space for one fully armed soldier and negate falling damage.  A GrindLift pod is considered Medium sized,  has a Hardness of 20 and 30 Hitpoints.

Rat Truck

D20 Rules:  Rat Trucks are 3 squares wide by 5 squares long, provide ¾ cover to people in the cab or half cover to anyone in the bed.  Rat Trucks have an integrated Ram Plate.  The truck bed can be used to transport upto 4 people.

Sea Vessels                                Top                                  PDC

Name   Crew  Pass  Cargo  Init/Man  Speed.        Def:  Hard     HP    SZ     Res

Marlin     1       8       600lb  -2/-2        190(19)       8        5         20     H       19/lic

COG Boat      4      24      60tons -4/-4        150(15)      6       10        95     G        38/mil

Seabass Submarine     12     30     50tons -8/-8        40(4)          2    25       100    C        42/mil        

Raven's Nest Carrier     30   1200    3000t  -8/-8        31(3)          2        15       300    C        60/mil

CVN Sovereign 2,400   6200    6000t  -8/-8        20(2)          2       15       600    C        78/mil*

*These stats represent the Sovereign post sinking of Jacinto.

Weapon list        Range                                    PDC/

Weapons Dmg Type Crit  Inc     RoF  Mag      Wght  SZ Res

Deck Gun                  10d8 Ball 20    350ft   S      6(Cyl)   600lb     G            29/mil

Point Defense Turret ----- ----- ---    ------      ---    ------     800lb      G           45/mil  

--------------------Gun 8d6 Ball 20   250ft   A     400(belt) -----  ---          ------

-----------------Missile 6d12 Slash N/A 1000ft   Sin   4(Int)      -----  ---          ------

Missile Battery 15d10 Slash N/A  1mile   Sin   10(int)    4,000lb  G          45/mil

Heavy Battery 10d12 Ball         19-20  660ft   Sin   15 (Int)  9,000lb G           47/mil

Torpedo 8d10 Conc N/A 1,500ft Sin    1(Int)    100lb  H           24/mil

Deck Gun

Defensive cannon commonly mounted on Raven's Nest carriers.

D20 rules: ignores upto 15 points of Hardness to the target struck, and has a 10ft burst radius (Ref 15 for half damage).

Point Defense Turret-mounted

Remote operated Gun/missile system for intercepting fighters and missile weapons

d20 rules:  

Gun; Auto-Fire 100 rounds (20x20ft area Ref 20 for half), Burst 50 (-4Attack, +8d6) can be used to make opposed attack rolls against incoming missile attacks to negate them (expends 100 rounds)

Missile; Radar Guided +4 Attack (Move Action to acquire target), Burst 20ft Ref 15 for half.

Missile Battery

Towering 12 shot missile launcher, mount on large warships and naval stations

d20 Rules: Ignores upto 20 Hardness, Burst Radius 60ft Ref 25 for half.

Heavy Battery

3 large caliber naval guns mounted in battery, typically armed  COG destroyers prior to the Locust invasion, near the Lambent Pandemic two such batteries were placed on the heavily retro-fitted CVN Sovereign.

D20 Rules: Battery fire (+2Attack), +5d12 damage per every 5 points the attack exceeds the targets defense (max +10d12),expends 3 shells per attack.

Torpedo

A standard torpedo

d20 Rules: Blast Radius 40ft (Ref 20 for half), SONAR Guided (+4Attack, Move Action to acquire target), Max Range (5 Range Increments, travel 1 increment per round).

Marlin

D20 Rules: The Marlin boat is 3squares long by 4squares long and provides half cover to crew and passengers.

COG Boat

D20 Rules: The COG Boat is 4squares wide and 6squares long, the COG Boat has 2 turret mounts (1 Fore, 1Aft), typically mount a Machine-gun, but, can be used to mount any Huge or smaller weapon system.  The crew compartment and below deck passenger compartments provide ¾ cover to their occupants, while the open cargo section provides ½ cover.  The cargo area has enough space to accommodate one gargantuan, two huge or 4 large vehicles.  As a hover craft, the COG Boat can cross water and land.

Seabass Model

D20rules: The Seabass class submarine is 4 squares wide by 10 squares long.  It has 4 retractable Flechette gun turrets (HP 20, Hardness 10, Def 9+gunner's class bonus) that can also be used as one man escape pods, and 4 fixed torpedo tubes (2 Fore 2 Aft).

Raven's Nest Class

D20 Rules:  A typical Raven's Nest is 24 squares wide by 140 squares long.  A Raven's Nest has 4 turreted Point Defense Turrets, 2 turreted Deck guns and an unknown number or Machine guns or Stomper AGLs, a Forward Ramp to deploy amphibious vehicles (Full Round Action to open or close), a Raven's Nest can hold upto 20 helicopters, deploying upto 3 helicopters per round.  

CNV Sovereign

d20 Rules: The CVN Sovereign is a heavily converted Raven's Nest. The Sovereign is 48 squares wide by 140 squares long, in addition to the standard armaments, the Sovereign possesses two turreted Heavy batteries and 1 Turreted Missile Battery.

Mechanical Loader

Mechanical Loader (PL6)

Size: Large (-1size) HP: 100 Super Structure: AlumiSteel Hardness: 10 Armor: DuraPlastic Defense:+3 Penalty: -4 Reach: 10feet Strength:+8 Dexterity: N/A Speed: 30feet Purchase DC: 37 ($211,500) Equipment Package: Crew: Open Cockpit (Back), Class II Sensor system (Helmet)

Defenses: N/A

Weapons: Industrial Clamps (Left Arm, Right Arm)

Unused slots: Shoulders (1), Torso (1), Boots (1)

Silverback

Silverback (PL6)

Size: Large, Heavy Assault (-1size)HP: 100 Super Structure: AlumiSteel Hardness: 10 Armor: AlumiSteel Defense:+9 (+5 from armor, +4 from Chest Plate) Penalty: -6 Reach: 10feet Strength:+8 Dexterity: N/A Speed: 25feet Purchase DC: 41 ($735,900) Equipment Package: Crew: Open Cockpit (Back), Class III Sensor system (Helmet)

Defenses: Chest Plate (Modified Bulwark Tactical Shield) (Torso), Deployable Barriers (Boots)

Weapons: Mulcher w/1000 rounds (Right Hand Right arm), Rocket Launcher w/9 rockets (Left Hand, Left arm, Shoulders)

Mulcher PL 5 (Requires Exotic Firearms Proficiency [Machine guns]) Damage: 2d12   Magazine: 500 (int) Critical:  20   Size: Huge Damage Type: Ball   Weight: 45lb Range Increment: 80ft     Purchase DC: 25 Rate of Fire: A   Restriction: Mil+3

Rocket Launcher (PL5)

A 3 shot anti-armor/Anti-Infantry rocket launcher.

Damage: 6d6 Ballistic, Ignores upto 10 hardness to target struck, but, not targets in the blast radius

Weight: 175lb

RoF: Semi auto

Slots: 1 (Must be Hand or shoulders) plus 1 per 3 spare rockets.

Activation: Attack

Range Increment: 200ft

Target: Single Target within 1000ft

Duration:Instant

Saving Throw: Ref17  Burst 20ft

Purchase DC:  24for weapon,  21 per  3 rockets

Restriction: Military+3

Industrial Clamps (PL5)

A pair of industrial strength manipulators, meant for heavy labor purposes.

Damage: +4 Equipment bonus to slam damage rolls, Grapple/Strength Checks, and opposed Disarm attempts.

Weight: 50lb (Large), 75lb (Huge), 100lb (Gargantuan), 150lb (Colossal)

RoF: N/A

Slots: 2 (Must be hands or Arms)

Activation: N/A

Range Increment: N/A

Target: N/A

Duration:Instant

Saving Throw: N/A

Purchase DC:  5+Half Base purchase DC

Restriction: Licensed

Open Cockpit  (PL5)

An open cockpit, provides half cover to the pilot, because the cockpit is open, the pilot can not benefit from any sort of environmental seals that might be included in the mech's design.

Slots:1 (Torso or back, huge or larger mecha may also use belt or helmet slots)

Activation: None

Range: Personal

Target: You

Duration: N/A

Saving Throw: N/A

Purchase DC: 10+1/4 Mecha's base Purchase DC

Restriction: Licensed

Deployable barriers (PL5)

Allows the Mecha to deploy armor plates, granting ¾ cover to all infantry within 5ft of the mecha.  While the plates are deployed the mech can not move.

Slots: Special (takes up all Boot/leg slots of a mech it is attached to)

Activation: Full Round Action

Range: Personal

Target: You

Duration: Persistant

Saving Throw: N/A

Purchase DC: 5 +1/2 Base purchase DC

Restriction: Licensed

Locust “Vehicles”

Vehicle                                   Top                                       PDC/

Name Crew Pass  Cargo  Init/Man  Speed. Def:  Hard HP    SZ   Res

Gas Barge 5 5      10 tons  -4/-4 24(2)  2 10 56     C    35/mil

Assault Barque 2 10    400lb    -4/-4 48(5)  6 10 45     G    27/mil

Gunboat 2 10   1000lb  -4/-4 24(2)  6 15 60     G    37/mil

Weapon list             Range                                   PDC/

Weapons Dmg Type Crit  Inc     RoF  Mag       Wght  SZ Res

Retro Lancer Turret 4d8 Ball 20    70ft   A 120 (box) 156lb  H 25/mil

Gnasher Turret 4d4 Ball 20    20ft   S,A 32(int) 82lb  H 25/mil

Boomshot Turret 4d10 F/S N/A 80ft   S 4(int) 122lb  H 30/mil

Troika 6d6 Ball 20    100ft   A Linked 600lb  H 24/mil

Retro Lancer Turret PL5 Fire-linked, expends 40 rounds on an auto fire attack (Ref 17 negates) or 20 rounds on a burst-fire attack (-4 Attack +d8) Reloading requires 2 Full Round actions

Gnasher Turret (12 gauge) PL5 Reloading requires 2 Full Round Actions, -1 point of damage per range increment traveled after the first.

Boomshot Turret (60mm) PL6 Burst Radius (10ft) Ref 15 for half damage, reloading requires 2 Full Round actions

Troika (14.5x114mm) PL 5 (Requires Exotic Firearms Proficiency [Machine guns])

Fire-linked (expends 20 rounds on an auto-fire [Ref17] or 10 rounds on burst-fire [-4Atk,+6d6])

Electro-Optic Scope (+50 Range Increment [Move Action], 150foot dark vision)

Ballistic Shield (Counts as Half cover)

Dual Drum (Each Gun feeds from its own Drum magazine, drum magazines can hold 50, 100, or 200 rounds each)

Gas Barge

D20Rules: The Gas Barge is a large semi open platform (5 squares long by 3 squares wide) that grants half cover to crew and passengers, it has six turret mounts typically holding a Retro-Lancer turret or Boomshot turret.  The Barge is held aloft and “propelled” by a Gas Barge creature

Gas Barge Creature CR6. Huge Aberration HD:8d8+40.HP76. Mas21. Init:-2. Spd 5ft, 60ft fly (Clumsy). Defense:21,Touch6, FF21 (-2Size, -2dex,,+15Nat). Bab+6. Grapl+19. Atk/Full Atk:+9melee(1d6+5, Slam). FS:15ftx15ft. R:10ft. SQ: Aberration Traits, Dark-vision 60ft, Flotation, DR15/Fire. AL:None. Sv Frt+8, Ref+1, Wil+4. AP: N/A. Rep+0. Str21, Dex6, Con21, Int2 Wis6, Cha7.

Skills: Hide+3, Listen+2, Move Silently+3, Spot+2, Survival+1

Feats: Alertness

Advancement: HD 9-16(Huge)

Species Traits

Aberration Traits (Ex): Gas Barge creatures have all the traits common to Aberrations

Keen Sighted (Ex): Gas Barge creatures have Darkvision out to a range of 60feet

Flotation (Ex): Gas Barge creatures are full of flammable gas, if a Gas Barge creature is reduced to negative 10 hit points, it explodes dealing 10d6 points of damage (half Fire/Half concussion) to everything within 60feet of the Gas Barge Creature (Reflex 20 for half damage).

Resistance (Ex): Gas Barge creatures ignore the first 15 points of damage from non-fire based attacks

Assault Barque

D20 Rules:  An assault barque is 3 squares wide by 5 long, it provides ¾ cover to crew and passengers.  The Barque has a Front ramp for embarking/disembarking (A Full round action) and a turreted Troika machine gun for defense (half cover to user).  The assault barque is powered by a harnessed Reaver, the Reaver can be targeted like any other crew or passenger and receives the same ¾ cover bonus.

Locust Gunboat

D20rules: A Gun boat is 4 squares wide by 6 squares long.  Provides ¾ cover to the crew, but, the passenger/cargo section is open and offers no cover.  The passenger and Cargo capacity listed in the stat block are the standard complement, but, the gunboat can trade its passengers for additional cargo at a rate of 100lb per replaced passenger, or increase its passenger capacity at a rate of 1 additional passenger per 100lb of cargo space sacrificed.  A gunboat is “Powered” by two Manglers, they have total cover in regards to attacks made from the surface of the water, however when attacked under water they receive no cover bonuses and are considered flat-footed.

[dearly]

At least Louis doesn't have blogs here whos dedicated their whole life on hating and shitting on him, un like Harry. The ammount of louies blogs whos daily saying horrible things... Like realwonder or wellthatwasadissapointment. And i know you follow them

it’s so wild to me that people like you refer to WTWAL as a blog that shits and hates on him because the entire reason that blog exists is because of c*ntgate. it’s because when people said on their blogs that they were dissatisfied with the holo rollout there was a witch hunt, an invented boycott targeting the person who very correctly stated that you have no obligation to financially support something you’re dissatisfied with. multiple big blogs taking out pitchforks and calling fans c*nts for allowing anons to express doubts and dislike with a marketing strategy. (all the posts and the fallout is still there so you can knock yourself out.)

that’s why that blog exists. because people weren’t able to express any dislike, any criticism on their blogs without being absolutely railroaded, bullied and harassed (with handy homophobic slurs no less, how lovely coming from the rainbow flag TPWK fandom). you can dislike the content on there, but it is a vent blog for former harries and it doesn’t hijack posts or bother anyone else. it’s easy to block and ignore. there’s a louis equivalent to that blog and yet that’s not even what i talk about when i talk about louis hate blogs, because a space for venting that doesn’t bother others is just that, and people are allowed to put their disillusion into words, and address the PR lies and the complain about the abuse harries rain on the fandom. and you realize none of them are immune from criticism, right? 

that said, yeah actually, there are blogs dedicated entirely to hating on louis. those were some of the first blogs i blocked, and guess what? those blogs do hijack posts and comment on posts just to be vile. i’d estimate there’s in the tens-twenties of those blogs. and that’s not counting the regular blogs that frequently shit on him saying he shouldn’t even be in the band, he’s talentless, he’s a rat etc, all posts garnering up to thousands of notes. and let’s not forget all the smear campaigns that targeted louies who didn’t even say jack shit about harry, the fucking charity project that was suspected because ‘maybe it’s run by harry haters’. 

the need to victimize harry and his team seems pathological at this point. but whatever. keep crying into your cereal about evil ex-fans who are upset because we were lied to, who are vocal about being dissatisfied and disappointed with harry/hshq’s embrace and apparent push of the ‘gospel of harry’ which is exactly what all of you said you were against. we’re just finding out that azoff and cowell actually have been in bed together since 2011 but evil louies are the ones destroying the fandom1!1!!

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Hello! um I was wondering if you could do a NSFW wrecker alphabet please?👀

A/N: Please remember to REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! I cannot emphasis enough that these take just as much time to create as drabbles or one-shots.  Give headcanons some love. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cuddles.  That’s it.  Just cuddles.  He’ll pull you right on top of him and keep you there until you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ass man, through and through.  In particular the curve of your waist leading down to your ass.  Honestly, that general lower area is his personally favorite.

For himself, he’s a fan of his general torso.  He knows he’s strong and takes great pride in that.  So being able to show off his barrelled chest and strong arms is a treat for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His favorite place to cum in all over your skin; your stomach, back, face, it’s all fair game to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s keeps a holo of him fucking you saved on his data pad.  It’s gotten him through plenty a lonely night.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few one night stands since going out in the field.  He knows what he likes and he get a sense of what his partners like in him and plays it to his advantage. So, more experience than other clones, but not a player.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

From behind with you bent over something: a desk, a table, a control board anything where he can stand as he plows into you.  It’s frankly more comfortable for him to stand, plus he gets to set the pace all while getting a perfect view of your ass.

Really, any standing position is great for him.  There have been a few times he’s picked you up in his arms and just started fucking you with nothing to lean against or hold onto.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Wrecker is...let’s just say enthusiastic.  So, there are plenty of moments of laughter and joking during sex.  He makes it fun.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He surprisingly keeps it pretty trim down there.  If he’s shaving his head, he might as well do the rest.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not that emotional or romantic during sex.  Sex is more like a fun activity to get the endorphins going.  You’re both there for a good time and to let off some steam. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He surprisingly doesn’t do it that often.  Once he’s with you, his hand doesn’t seem all that appealing.  Every now and then it gets to the point where working out doesn’t help and he needs to let off some steam another way.  But, most of the time he can wait until he sees you again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size Kink.  I really don’t think I need to explain this one.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any flat surface in the Marauder.  I’m not even kidding.  Bed, holotable, against the wall, so long as it’s in the Havoc Marauder, he’s happy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any successful mission, he’s ready to throw you over his shoulder had have a night of fun victory sex.  Really, after than good fight in which he won.  It gets his blood pumping, in a variety of directions.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being tied up.  He has to be at least touching you at all times.  He likes the control it gives him and hates the feeling of being helpless.  It’s not fun for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s good a giving, but he’d by lying if he said he didn’t like receiving way more.  You can’t even begin to take all of him in your mouth, but that somehow makes it even hotter.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough all the way.  This is another fun way to get rid of some tension.  So that means fast, rough, enthusiastic sex with a lot of broken headboards and table legs to account for.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely down whenever you want one.  It’s one of his favorite things to do.  Bonus points if it’s just before the start of a mission.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Is down for trying different positions, but not really anything more besides that.  He prefers sex being between his body and yours, nothing else.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stamina might as well be his middle name.  He can get you off up to three times before he cums once.  And he’s usually good for up to three rounds.  You have to suck him off at least once in order to give the rest of your body any kind of break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not really his thing.  Call it pride, but he prefers being able to do all the work himself.  Besides, this is about your bodies and your bodies exclusively.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Absolutely not.  He’s willing to wait until he can see you again, but once he does, he’s not waiting any more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Unashamedly loud.  Loud laughter, loud grunts, and plenty of dirty talk and jokes. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s not afraid to get handsy with you in-front of his brothers.  He’s got no shame when it comes to his sex life, not to mention it makes Crosshair uncomfortable which he just finds hilarious.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Wrecker is huge.  Like porn star big.  Like, this may legitimately hurt if you take all of him at once big.  He’s certainly proud, but it also means a lot of foreplay to get you ready for him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high.  As I said, all it takes is one good fight to get him going and the man does like to fight...a lot.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe five or ten minutes after you’re finished for the night.  Just long enough to get you in a comfortable position on his chest and feel your fingers brush against his skin before he doses off.

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Top Festivals in Croatia

Single price tag costs for these events vary between a hundred and 2330 kuna and except the festivals on the coast, one in all them are control in Slavonia, Croatia’s most jap region. Based on the votes of the celebrated British DJ Magazine, the Croatian clubs will be terribly pleased withthe inclusion on the list of the most effective clubs within the world. Six clubs area unit among the fortybest within the world and also the voters have expressed their feelings regarding the atmosphere on the Croatian coast thus can|we are able to} expect that the organizers will do their best to create 2018 even higher than the previous year. the quantity of festivals grows each year, a range of genres at festivals throughout Republic of Croatia permit everybody to seek out one thing for themselves and their friends to get pleasure from and have an honest time. Also, for a few of them, you'll still obtain tickets at the first bird worth. 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Papaya https://papaya.com.hr/ , Aquarius http://www.aquarius.hr/ , and Kalypso https://kalypso-zrce.com/ are home of the Sonus pageant https://www.sonus-festival.com/ (from August nineteenth to 23rd). For now, solely a price tag package of 2330 kuna is on the market, which incorporates a pageant price tag, accommodation, and a few drinks. The performers can be: Adam Beyer, Adriatique, Agoria, Chris Liebing, D’julz, Dana Ruh, Dixon, Hellene Paic, Constantine, Luigi Madonna, Maceo Plex, Marco Carola, Rhadoo, David Ricardo Villalobos, Richie Hawtin, Seth Troxler, Solomun (Official), Sonja Moonear et al. The end of August and also the starting of Sep area unit reserved for the size pageanthttps://dimensionsfestival.com/line-up/ , which can be persevered eleven stages, whereas the guests also will be ready to party on the boats and beaches. The pageant can ensue from the twenty ninth of August till the third of Sep at Fort Punta Christo in Botswana monetary unit. The price tag worth is four hundredkunas, and a few of the performers area unit Jon Hopkins, Bonobo, Lena Willikens, Amp Fiddler, capital of Montana Hauff, city In impact, Semitic deity Kraviz, Batu, Peggy Gou, James Holden & The Animal Spirits, Azymuth & Marcos Valle Alfa Mist, Kraftwerk, Moodymann … The Outlook pageant https://outlookfestival.com/ are control at a similar location from Sep fifth to Septenth, wherever fans of bass, d’n’b, dub, reggae, lurking, hip-hop, jungle, and dubstep can notice their favorite stage. 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