#recom marsden

[pandorasboxoftreasures]

Some artwork I’m redoing of my OC Recom squad for my fic, “Samsara” (link incoming soon). Might hand them over for comms to somebody else once I’m done with my own stuff (or maybe trade I dunno). But I got plans. Lotta plans.

Samsara follows Raiph Marsden during events both prior to and during the Battle For Pandora and continues with his Recom. Of particular focus is the existential, psychological and body horror of it all. Especially when you’re one of the rare ones whose template happens to have been trans.

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A pained involuntary cry left his throat, eyes forced shut with prayers that this was merely a dream and if willed hard enough he would wake up. But seconds passed into minutes and there was no change. The humans jolted and hurriedly ran to a tray with syringes for safety. He attempted the breathing exercises he learned after Venezuela... That Raiph learned after Venezuela, that THAT Raiph learned after Venezuela. His eyes had to reopen at some point. Lying there forever wasn't an option. Whatever work was planned for him to do had to be done. "Lieutenant, your vitals are unstable. You need to relax, alright?" cooed the first voice. "Do you remember where you are?"

He paused. Gathering up air, cupping his mouth with both hands and bracing to hear the ghost of himself again. The R.Marsden that died long before the one on Pandora.

"Now how am I supposed to know that?" he bleated, rubbing his eyes again to prepare them for reopening under the searing blaze of LEDs on maximum brightness. "Ain't never existed before, ain't I."

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