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The Absolute Worst Video Game Consoles of All-Time (Part 7)

Description: This list will rundown the worst home gaming & portable devices of all time. Some you may have played, many i’m sure you have not because either they were complete market failures or they folded under the weight of other much better products at the time.

35. Panasonic 3DO-The processing power of this console did nothing to sell it above it's competition and the sad part is that's what they thought would be their major selling point.

You see, while Sega & Nintendo were working on titles lead by interesting characters that gamers would fall in love with and follow through sequels and the creation of their next generation of consoles, 3DO was attempting to beat them out by offering a more graphically impressive piece of hardware. The problem with that is...what good is better graphics if you don't have a comparable library of games?

Sega had Sonic, Phantasy Star, Golden Axe, Streets of Rage, Kid Chameleon etc. and Nintendo had Zelda, Metroid, Mario Bros., Donkey Kong & F-Zero; among other titles, while Panasonic thought the pinnacle of what their console could offer were these interactive movies. They were kind of like games, but not really and maybe that's why the first two models of the console only offered one controller port and if you wanted to play with a friend they had to plug their controller into yours. I guess they thought these interactive movies would be so interesting that you wouldn't even be thinking of having a multiplayer experience.

At 3DO's 700$ price point, there just isn't enough here to justify choosing IT above the three other major consoles of the 5th generation of gaming. Remember that at this point Sega had moved on to the Saturn, The Sony Playstation had come out and the N64 was released toward the end of 3DO's life span. Although the Sega Saturn was the weakest link here and a legitimate failure for Sega, it was still light years ahead of what this console had to offer. It couldn't really even hang with the consoles these companies (excluding Sony) produced the previous generation either which is hilarious because trashing those consoles was part of it's marketing.

34. Nokia N-Gage-If you're going to create a hybrid piece of technology it has to do at least one of the things you are combining to make one unit well. The Nokia N-Gage did neither thing it was meant to do, well. It was hard to use it as a phone because it was built like a handheld console and it was hard to play games on it because the screen was too small, the button configuration was terrible, and switching games in and out was a mess because you had to pretty much take it apart to do so.

33. Atari Lynx-For a handheld as big as the Lynx, Atari didn't utilize enough the surface area for screen space and even worse some of the games they ported to it weren't resized and scaled down to fit within what space was available. Overall it's not a terrible system, there are a few games I actually enjoy on it like Road Blasters & Dirty Larry: Renegade Cop but what the Lynx attempts to do or be is better served with the Sega Game Gear. The amount of skill at which Atari ported games to this handheld is pretty low and they don't have many classics of their own to promote on this device so it's hard to justify a purchase.

32. Xavix Port-I'm actually not sure why this even exists. There's mostly sports games on it and they aren't fun. The console looks like a portable DVD player with the lid closed and there's no style or flare to anything they attempted here. The console is cheap as hell, but so what? Buy a Wii with Wii Sports instead. You'll have more fun and when you DO inevitably get bored playing motion sensor-based sports games there will be way more options open to you to play other things.

31. Mattel Hyperscan-Considering this is the same company that produced the Intellivision, which was one of the most innovative and treasured consoles of it's generation, it's actually quite embarrassing that this is what they came up with five whole generations later.

Mattel tried to sell Hyperscans off of a gimmick, and I assume they thought adding collectible cards to the experience would be the way they separate their console from the pack, but the problem is that when you try to marry two different concepts to make a single product, you have to do one of those really well and that simply isn't the case here.

The first mistake was believing the collectible cards gimmick would make up for the massive amount of features it lacked in comparison to it's competition. At a time where home systems were doubling as all-in-one entertainment devices, a standard definition, card scanning console with no wi-fi or Ethernet connection wasn't going to cut it.

The second mistake is one that mostly every console on the list made. There was way too little focus on the actual quality of the games and considering the fact that I played flash games on Newgrounds and Ebaumsworld.com that are better than this back in like '03 & '04 when I was bored in class, I find it really hard to understand how we got here. Mattel had access to popular properties like X-Men & Ben 10 too, which makes this even worse, because they didn't even have to do the all work of creating their own characters or their own titles and trying to market them from scratch. They were using entities that people liked.

The third mistake was, that for a company that has been making toys as long as they have, they somehow don't have any type of skill at creating hardware that is built to last. The Hyperscan is one of the most fragile consoles ever produced. Sometimes they just stop powering on, the hinges on the console itself wear out making it hard to unfold the two halves of the console, the controller is poorly built and doesn't have a D-pad, just an analog, the button that opens disk compartment sticks, and perhaps the worst offense of all...the scanner on the device that is supposed to scan the collectible cards (you know, THE WHOLE POINT OF THE CONSOLE'S EXISTENCE!?) sometimes can't read them.

As for the final mistake, I don't think Mattel was aware of how tough getting into the collectible card market was. Pokémon, Magic the Gathering & Yugi-Oh are outliers, they aren't the standard. It's not easy to put a design on cards and think kids are going to find them cool enough to collect. There's also the part where some of these cards input data into games and they didn't all come with the console, you had to buy them individually so basically some of the most undeveloped games you ever played pretty much had it's own equivalent of DLC.

Selling a console on the basis of a gimmick isn't necessarily a bad idea, Nintendo pulled it off with the Wii and the motion sensor technology, and in fact it worked so well that Microsoft and Sony copied that concept with the Kinect and the Move, but Nintendo is also.......NINTENDO! The Wii is not only one of the best-selling consoles of all-time but Nintendo is the only video game manufacturer that has lasted in the console race through every single generation. The thing that they always had over everyone else is their 1st party games and even now it seems like Sega is the only company that ever understood that and tried to capitalize off of it. I'm not sure why so many tried to approach gaming without thinking about gameplay, it's the most important thing.

#The Absolute Worst Video Game Consoles of All-Time #Worst Video Game Consoles #Video Games #Mattel Hyperscan #Xavix Port #Atari Lynx #Panasonic 3DO #Nokia N-Gage

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engineeredfiction · 4 years

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Solace Among the Stars Ch. 2 “Manifest Destiny

Rating: PG-13

What: Crossover fanfiction comprising of themes and elements from: The Expanse, Blade Runner, Prospect(2018)

Characters: All original characters except for Ezra and Murtry. OC are based on actors I like such as Tobias Menzies (Greer) and Adele Haenel (Allard).

Plot: A group of banned Earthers attempt to improve their life beyond their home system, but come up against a powerful enemy.

Mood board is here. You can also check out the ‘sol mood’ tag

And if you would like to listen to music to put you in the mood then check out the playlist. I’ll be adding to it as time goes on.

Special thanks: @tom-riddleston-me and @yourpalmoony for being beta readers! I appreciate the time and effort!

NOTE: The format is a bit off, I will fix that later, I just don’t have the patience now. But if anyone knows how I can preserve formatting from google docs to a tumblr post please let me know!

More Notes: We finally meet Ezra! Well he’s awake and talking in this one.

Chapter 1 ‘The Stranger’

The lift sped up to the ninth level of Arcadia carrying Greer and his mysterious escort. A metallic ding signalled their stop, and the lift doors opened to a sprawling view of two nearby moons through floor-to-ceiling windows. The moon Helada, ammonia ice streaked the blue rock, and in the distance was Bosque, or colloquially known as ‘The Green’, due to its poisonous green atmosphere and lush forests. The gas giant Bakhroma was off in the distance behind the moon.

“This way,” the escort called motioning for Greer to follow him through the door behind the receptionist’s desk.

Greer pulled away from the view and glimpsed at the receptionist. There was an unnatural glow behind the young man’s eyes; he wasn’t human, but a replicant. Replicants always caught Greer off guard due to their ability to blend in with humans. He always thought their short lifespan was a necessary reassurance.

The hallway behind the door led to an expansive room with a flurry of activity. Desks were occupied with relaxed chattering people in well-tailored clothing. A young woman paraded around the office floor in a skintight latex unitard with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Greer spotted a bowl of black caviar on her tray. More food and bottles of wine were brought in by caterers.

“Is there a party?” asked Greer.

His escort gave him a sideways glance, “A celebration.”

“Celebrating what?”

His question was ignored. The escort pressed a bell by a door near the back. After a few seconds the door slid open to reveal Wallis’ secretary.

“He’s been expecting you,” he cooly stated, “follow me.”

Greer followed the secretary while the escort disappeared behind him. The office was large, smokey, and dark except for low gold lighting around the perimeter of the room and the light coming from the expansive windows behind his desk. Wallis was surrounded by a few members of Terra Corp’s managing staff, each carrying full-to-the-brim champagne glasses. A freshly-lit cigar dangled from Wallis’ mouth. He immediately turned to his new guest with a wide grin, gave Greer a once-over while he took a drag from his cigar, and strode across the black flooring to greet Greer.

“You must be Captain James Greer?” Wallis affirmed with an equally firm handshake.

“Yes.”

“I’m Jaxtom Wallis. COO of Terra Corp.”

“I know you who are.”

Wallis took another puff of his cigar with a raised eyebrow and set it down on the desk.

“Let me introduce you to some of the bigwigs of Terra Corp on this side of the galaxy,” he announced. He slapped a firm hand on Greer’s shoulder and guided him through the introductions, “This is Callista head of sales, Zarina head of engineering and sciences, and Dexton our lawyer, well one of many, and this brilliant man is Xavix. He’s the Director of Colonization for the United World Systems.”

Pleasantries were exchanged and Wallis’s secretary handed Greer a half full glass of champagne.

“What do you need to speak to me about?” Greer asked.

“Straight to business? Take some time to admire my new cassowary! Here let me show you,” Wallis herded Greer with another firm hand on the shoulder. “I just got this beauty a few days ago.”

The large mechanical bird turned its head towards the pair, two amber glowing eyes stared back at them. The beak opened and a tinny squawk forced its way out. It took a few steps ahead, stretched out the wings, and flapped a few times.

“Isn’t it stunning?” inquired Wallis.

“Wonderful,” Greer deadpanned. Greer furrowed his brow at the bird, “What is it again?”

“A cassowary. The real ones on Earth are aggressive and can kill a person with its claws.”

“It adds comfort to the place.”

“More of a touch of elegance I think,” Wallis either ignored or missed Greer’s dry sarcasm. “Listen,” he turned Greer back towards the staff and leaned into him, “We had a situation where a Terra Corp employee mistook one of your employees as a raider…pirate…marauder…and fired at them.”

“She nearly died when the bullet tore her suit and exposed her to vacuum.”

“One I humbly apologise for.”

“And lost a hand.”

“I heard she had a limb regrowth procedure?”

“She did.”

“Well she’s good as new if not better! You see this mishap between her and one of my men has weighed heavily on me. I would like to make it up to you and your crew.” Wallis pushed a button on his desk and the hologram of a four planet system appeared. He continued, “Have you heard of the Basilicus System?”

“In passing.”

“The UWS has been in the Basilicus System for the past seventy years and has just announced that it is ready for colonization. Terra Corp has been given the first permit to begin working the grounds of Basilicus!”

Greer read the eagerly waiting faces of the staff, “And?”

“Terra Corp is a bit under financial strain-”

“I couldn’t tell,” Greer recalled his early sight of the celebration outside.

Wallis chuckled sheepishly and continued, “we just can’t take a whole fleet out that far without getting a lay of the lands and resource samples and showing those refined resources to our board and investors.”

“How far out?”

Xavix butted in, “Two parsecs from Arcadia. Sixty three years each way if you go there straight from here. Sixty years if you go back through The Ring Network. ”

“A hundred twenty-six years!” Greer choked.

“But we can reduce that to fifty seven years both ways if we give you a new state-of-the-art ship,” Wallis persuaded.

“For a twelve year difference, we are not giving up the Sleipnir.”

Wallis picked up the champagne glass and balanced it between his fingers. He studied Greer’s face for a few seconds. Wallis teased, “There are five million credits on the table for this mission. Five million credits for each crew member. Imagine what you could do with five million credits. You could buy a penthouse on Mars, or Titan, or a house with acres of land on the lush green planets of Andromeda or Rhea with more than enough left over for the end of your days; buy fine things for your wife…or husband! Maybe for your future children? And out of this you get a new space transportation system, which includes the new model of suspended animation pods, Generation Nine nuclear pulse engine, and other luxuries for a long trip…”

Greer swallowed the rest of his champagne, “I need to discuss this with my crew and see what they say.”

“Of course. But we need an answer tomorrow. Time is ticking and we are eager to get this to work for the long term goal of Terra Corp.”

“What’s the long term goal? “Expansion. On Earth 19th century Americans believed in Manifest Destiny. The virtue, mission, and destiny of the United States was to spread its way of life across the country. We aim to do the same for the betterment of our people…of all people. We still have the desire; the need; the want to explore and go further than ever before. And Basilicus has four planets, and their moons, with an abundance of wealth waiting to be plucked from its virgin lands.”

A lump grew in Greer’s throat, “I’ll talk to them.”

“Persuade them.”

Xavix stepped forward, “Do any of them have mining or harvesting experience?”

“No,” Greer responded.

“I can add one of my employees to your crew. I’ll see to it personally you’ll get the best and provide training for you and your crew. Paid by me.”

“And what exactly will we be doing-”

“-I’m afraid I can’t tell you any more until you and your crew agree to the mission.”

The staff appeared to salviate as they silently waited for Greer’s answer, their fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of the champagne glasses. Their breaths trapped in their lungs and lips pursed.

“If the answer is yes,” Wallis asserted,, “bring your crew tomorrow morning.”

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“How long?” Murtry inquired as he crossed his arms.

“Fifty-seven to sixty-three years. So a total of a hundred fourteen to hundred twenty six Earth years. Plus however long it takes us to get these ‘resources’,” Greer replied.

A collective groan came from the crew.

“We’re already twenty years out from when most of us left Earth,” Keane stated. She jolted out of her chair in the mess room of their ship, Sleipnir, to the cabinet that stored the libations.

“What’s adding a hundred to it?” Allard sighed, “Perhaps they’ve already forgotten about us on Earth and we can go back?”

“Not likely with the UN in charge. They keep permanent records,” Murtry interjected. “I may not be able to go back to Earth, but I don’t plan on being a star sailor for the rest of my life.”

“Born and bred ground pounder?” Greer asked Murtry as he followed Keane to grab glasses and she pulled out the whiskey.

“Exactly! I would like to settle on some bountiful rock, and five million credits will get that for me.”

“Five million credits from a corporation that has built its empire on blood and exploitation? All they ever were fines, freeze orders, and strikes, ” Keane complained.

“Why not? They’ll be out of twenty million dollars with us on board!” Murtry retorted.

“But what did the UWS find out there that’s worthy of investing twenty million dollars, a pulse engine ship, and then the time it’ll take to get there and back? Must be something highly valuable.”

“And we would have to have one of their employees with us,” Allard added.

“I’m not comfortable with that and I want our own AI installed on the ship. If we’re going,” Keane insisted.

“I agree, I don’t want one of their employees with us,” Greer moved to the table with three glasses of whiskey for each and sat beside Murtry leaving Keane the only one standing sipping the liquor.

Murtry gulped down the whiskey, “So what we do? Hire a floater? Unsavoury characters.”

“Kettle calling the pot,” Allard hummed.

“It’s pot calling the kettle.”

“Are you sure?”

The three nodded their heads towards Allard.

“It may seem strange to hear this from me, but Terra Corp is a double-edge sword. They’re a necessary evil. I know evil, I’m well acquainted with it. I’m slowly coming around from what I’ve done. And…I…it’s been more than twenty years since I’ve last set foot on Earth. The people I care about are either dead, dying, or don’t want to talk to me anymore. Or a combination of the latter. So why not travel the parsecs to the farthest reaches humans have gone and see worlds that haven’t been seen in person?” Murtry reasoned.

Keane stared at her boots; the soles were worn and on the edge of tearing, the original laces snapped ages ago and replaced with new ones.

“What do you think?” Greer asked Keane. “Are you in?”

Keane clenched her jaw before looking up at him, “Let me sleep on it.”

“That’s okay. We can finish discussing this over breakfast and a plan on recruiting a fifth.”

Allard finished her whiskey. “You know what they want us to get?”

“Wallis wouldn’t tell me until we accepted the offer.”

“That’s dubious and not surprising,” Keane stated. She looked down at her boots again and thought how nice it would be to have a new pair that weren’t bought with tainted credits.

Trees, dirt, sand, metal, and blood, all at once. The sun was warm and the wind gentle. Keane tried to convinced herself the desert in the middle of mountains was a dream and not an actual experience.

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She was up first, waiting by the entrance of the docking arm to their ship. Her arms were wrapped around her trying to stay warm despite having a wool jumper on. Murtry greeted her with a cursory glance.

“I don’t want a ten minute story in a five minute bag. Too early and no coffee for that shit. Are you onboard for this? Honestly,” Murtry yawned and propped himself up on the wall.

She looked down at her worn boots, “It’s money. Which we all need,”

“Yes.”

She shrugged, “It’ll be exciting to go to a new star system. One of the first to really see these planets and get into their dirt.”

“You should have been a scientist.”

“I was an engineer.”

Murtry lowered his tone, “Soon enough people will accept your kind and you won’t have to hide.”

Keane gave a shy smile, “You mean that?”

“I may have the face of an arsehole, the walk of an arsehole, and sound like an arsehole,” they both chuckled, “but I am sincere in what I’ve said. If it wasn’t for your…modification you would have died on that rock.”

Keane’s breath deepened. “I’m still human,” she smiled and part of her fringe fell over her face.

Without thinking, Murtry gently swept the ginger hairs aside, “Of course.”

The sound of footsteps approached.

“Waffles! Pancakes! Sausage! Mimosas!” Allard cheered as she made her way through the docking arm. Greer dragged feet behind her, he pulled a polar over his head .

“No alcohol,” yawned Greer as he tried to smooth down his short brown hair.

“How are you so cheerful every morning?” groaned Murtry as he turned away headed for the mess halls.

Allard ran to meet Murtry’s pace, “Because each time I wake up, I’m so happy to be alive. Arrête d’être grincheux!”

Smörgåsbord dining hall was quiet this early phase, or morning as ground pounders called it. A few tables were occupied but the chatter was low and infrequent. Kitchen workers filled the buffet with an assortment of breakfast foods. Allard swiped her credit card first and dashed to the buffet without waiting for the rest of the crew.

“The coffee smells so delightful!” Murtry moaned out in near ecstasy.

Keane paced in front of him and smiled in agreement. She eyed the coffee station with hungry eyes and was thinking about a large cup of black coffee, but a patron caught her attention. It was the man who was in the bed beside her hyperbaric chamber. His new arm was completed and he was massaging it softly.

Good for him, she thought. His face wasn’t shaven, clothing showed their age, and dirt clung to his boots. He must be a floater, an unusually attractive floater. She looked behind to get another glance and their eyes met. I’ve seen him somewhere before. Before the incident. Keane snapped her head around and poured her first cup of coffee.

Allard placed her plate down a few tables over from the man by the wall. Her mouth was already full with food when Keane set down a cup of coffee for Allard.

“Je t’adore!” Blow kisses were exchanged.

Food was being shovelled into mouths and condiments were passed around. “I’m in,” Keane traced a flower in the maple syrup on the plate in front of her.

Greer patted her back, “Good, good. I’m glad you decided to stick with us.”

“Someone has to save your asses. Arses.” They shared a laugh. Keane continued in a whisper, “Who knows, maybe Terra Corp will go under by the time we get back?”

“Cheers to that,” Murtry raised his mug, “so, what are we going to do about finding a harvester?”

The man’s ears perked up and looked over at their table, Keane caught his movement in her peripheral.

“Suppose we’ll go down to the docks and see if there’s any contractors or floaters. Plenty of decent Belters,” Greer thought out loud.

“There’s a job agency here yes?” Allard asked as she leaned back with her cup of coffee.

“Yeah. I suppose that would be the first place. We can’t just get anyone. We need someone trustworthy who’s not going to murder. Someone who can do the job…whatever it is exactly. And…not murder us and or steal from us,” Greer trailed off.

“You’re really worried about someone murdering us?”, Keane laughed, “I guess we have to vet them first.”

“I can get a background check on someone quickly,” Greer reasoned.

“No, no. I know what you mean. But if we are required to hire this harvester, then at least we go the contractor route. Anyone who won’t sign a contract can’t be trusted.”

“Right,” Murtry agreed, “it’s why we avoid the floaters. Possibly avoid Belters, they-”

“-Why won’t those people do contracts anyways? The floaters I mean,” Keane wondered.

“I think it has something to do with the legal fees. And maybe principles,” Murtry rolled his eyes.

“It’s mainly the legal fees,” a voice boomed to the group. In unison the crew turned towards the man who approached them with a stride of confidence that cut the air he moved through.

“Legal fees shouldn’t scare anyone in need of work.”

“Well some folks are in rough situations that don’t allow them the comfort of throwing credits to lawyers,” the man’s voice was accented with a drawl, “and so they turn to the honour of word and hard work.”

“So we just rely on the word on some floater to uphold their end of the bargain?”

“What’s a contract going to do for you out in The Empty when you’re faced with someone stronger than you?”

Murtry glared at him.

“Clearly you have an interest,” Greer chided, “since you’ve listened to our conversation.”

“My apologies, but I do good sir,” the man claimed. He sat down at the table next to Greer, “I’m Ezra.” He extended his arm towards Greer.

Hesitantly, Greer accepted the handshake, “I’m Greer. These here are Allard, Keane, and Murtry.”

“Surname basis I see.”

“It’s standard. What’s yours?”

“That’s a tale and a half,” Ezra advised as Murtry rolled his eyes, “but I go by my mother’s name Reyes.”

“Ezra Reyes?” questioned Keane.

“It’s a strange combination for sure. My mother and father came from two very different backgrounds, but fell in love regardless.”

“So what can you offer us?” Greer returned to the point of this meeting.

“I am a floater, yes, but I may have the skills you desire for this fifth wheel.”

Greer looked over Ezra’s shoulders as more people filtered into the dining hall. “How long have you been doing what you’ve been doing? What do you do?”

Ezra took in a breath. “I have been harvesting all over the inhabited systems since I was a spry teenager. Plants, gems, a variety of metals and foul smelling liquids to keep structures like Arcadia spinning and our ships flying. And I am willing to sign a contract.”

“You are?” Murtry blurted.

“I am. I am a man of my word. Now what is that you’ll have me do and where are we going?”

The group collective drew a breath and it was Greer who spoke, “We are going somewhere far to harvest samples of some material.” Greer carefully described.

“Well that is nebulous.”

“It’s for Terra Corp.”

Ezra gave pause upon Terra Corp being mentioned. “I suppose I am sitting in front of some well-accomplished team to have caught the eyes of one of the most powerful companies in the occupied Universe.”

“It’s basically an adventure of a lifetime and good money,” Keane cracked her neck.

“Yeah and far away to the outer edges of the travelled galaxy,” Murtry huffed.

Ezra’s curiosity peaked, “How far is the travel and how much are they offering?” He was met with apprehensive glances, “It’s a large sum of money?”

Greer ran a hand through his hair. “Two parsecs away and payment is in the millions.”

Ezra’s eyes widened, “Oh. I’ll be honest that caught me off guard,” he gave a weary smile, “My math isn’t the greatest, but I do believe that’s over a century of travel is it not?”

Keane finished her coffee, “Correct. A hundred and-”

“-twenty six years,” the crew said in unison.

“That’s an awfully long time. What do your loved ones say?” Ezra said as he flexed his new right arm and shook it a few times.

The crew found themselves in another round of meaningful silence which Keane broke, “we don’t have anyone but ourselves. We’re loners, we’re rebels.” She smiled to lighten the mood and Ezra smiled back.

“I like you,” he pointed at her. “I find that hard to believe that not one person in this part of the galaxy wants to be around any of you, except for this curmudgeon,” he nodded towards Murtry.

“Like I said, we’re rebels.”

“And what are you rebelling against?”

Keane sighed and gathered her thoughts for a second, she looked to her crew but none of them were interested in talking to a stranger about where they were from and why they were out this far from home. “Join us and maybe we’ll tell you.”

Murtry scrunched his eyes closed, Allard nudged Keane with a flirtatious smile, and Greer couldn’t help but grin.

“I have been known to go great lengths for a good story, but I will admit a century of travel is intimidating.”

“You’re willing to spend that century with strangers? You don’t have anyone?”

“No I don’t,” Ezra lied, “I’m a floater. For now.”

Greer looked Ezra over, “We’re meeting with Terra soon. You have more presentable clothing?”

“Why yes I do own interview clothes,” joked Ezra.

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persona-pax · 4 years

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wip intro: We’re All Stardust

genres: sci-fi, romance, adventure

pov: third person, switches between the three main characters

features: mental health, self love, morally grey main character, sympathetic anti-villain main character, rebellion, space adventures, comedic misunderstandings, major character death, poc characters, lgbt+ characters, abolishing stereotypes, no love triangles

blurb It's Khirim's last meeting with the representatives of the central planet, his planet, Prima Remme; then he can go home and finally, finally crown his love to sit beside him. It's Zule's last day under his alias. He's been caught the day before his informant in the palace would pass him vital information for the resistance. His current priority is escaping with his life with no help and no resources. It's V'lyss, one of the many palace concubines, who finds the intruder. He has hidden himself from the sentries in her apartments.

He begs her to hide him, offers a ride to escape from her service to his majesty. She sounds the alarm. The guards come, but not before she is taken hostage and kidnapped, which is where she starts having doubts about whether she wants to go back his majesty or if she has found a home among the stars.

main characters

Khirim Efimeriom - Will do anything to get V’lyss back, including putting his plans to conquer the universe on hold, much to his advisors’ annoyance. The ruler.

Zule Akadd - Infiltrated the enemy palace as an assistant to the master of the wardrobe under the name “Xavix Clipsil” before he was discovered and escaped. The hero.

V’lyss Laanilly - Taking advantage of her time off when an intruder barged in and, well, now she’s travelling the galaxy. The innocent.

#WIP: We're All Stardust #wip introduction #OC: V'lyss Laanilly #OC: Khirim Efimeriom #OC: Zule Akadd

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nostalgianation-blog · 7 years

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XavixPORT 2004 Promotional Video- The XaviXPORT is a home video game console developed by SSD COMPANY LIMITED and released in the United States on 2004 during the sixth generation of video game consoles. #xavix #youtube #retrotech #videogameconsole #xavixport #ces https://youtu.be/nLzFGHJROaQ

#videogameconsole #xavix #youtube #ces #xavixport #retrotech

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FULL EPISODE: AOTS! - I've An 18-Foot-Tall MechWarrior in My Backyard (5.11.05)

Airwolf could totes kick Blue Thunder’s ass.

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rootbeergoddess · 7 years

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Well-Read

You love to read. It’s your favorite thing in the whole world. Yondu hates to read but his favorite thing in the world is you. Thanks @socktrollqueen for looking over this for me. Like this story? Reblog it or leave a tip!

“Kraglin, I’ve gots a question for ya.”

“Sir?’

“How come I can git just about any woman in mah bed except for Y/N?”

“It’s simple Cap. She’s well-read.”

Yondu sighed as he leaned against the wall. As always, you were completely oblivious to the Captain’s gaze. As usual, after a successful mission, you would go the planet that held your favorite store. It was a special bookstore that specialized in books from Terra. Normally, you came here alone. The other Ravagers weren’t big on reading. In fact, you were pretty sure some of them couldn’t read at all. But that was okay. More books for you.

And lying before you was your favorite series. Hardcover, special edition complete with illustrations was the Time Quintet.

“I can’t believe they have it,” You whispered. “Madeleine L’Engle’s famous Time Quintet! I’ve been waiting for them to get this and it’s finally here!”

Yondu pushed off from the wall. He stood behind you, looking over your shoulder. He stole a glance at you. Again, you were too busy focusing on the books to notice. God, you were cute. The way you lit up when talking about books always made him smile. Honestly, he could listen to talk about Henry Pratter or whatever his name is for hours. You were probably the smartest person on his ship too. As the Ravager’s navigator, you knew the name of almost every single star, could chart courses to any planet and if someone had a problem, they came to you.

When it came to romance, you were dumber than a bag of rocks.

“Can I help you folks with anything?”

The owner of the store, a tall, rugged Xandarian with golden glasses. Upon seeing him, you blushed slightly and put on your best smile. Yondu noticed this change and instantly, his good mood turned sour. Glaring at the owner, he stood up straighter. What was so great about this guy? For months, he had been trying to get your attention yet here you were, blushing over some goofball with glasses.

“Hello again Xavix,” You waved to him.

“Oh, my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Y/N!” The man took your hand. “How I have missed you.”

If looks could kill, Yondu would have murdered Xavix. He cracked his knuckles, trying his hardest not to whistle. Just one whistle would all it take. A quick whistle and an arrow would go through the book keeper’s head. Xavix grinned at you as he kissed your hand. Yondu dug his fingers into his palms.

“Oh please,” You were blushing. “I was here last week.”

“It felt like an eternity.” He sighed wistfully.

“Oh please Xavix!” You giggled before clearing your throat. “I was hoping to buy the Time Quintet please.”

“Ah, a woman after my own heart,” He said. “Such a fantastic series.”

“I don’t see what’s so great about quiche that can travel through time,” Yondu muttered. “Sounds dumb ta me.”

“Um---captain, it’s quintet. A quintet is a group of five people playing music or singing together.”

“Oh and brilliant too,” Xavix cooed. “Oh Y/N can’t I steal you away and keep you here with me? I would love to have someone to talk with for hours. You are from Terra right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I bet you have some valuable insight concerning the author and her works,” He continued. “Honestly, I find you Terrans fascinating.”

“Whelp, as delightful as this conversation is,” Yondu butted in suddenly. “We gots to be movin’ along. How much fer them books?”

“Twenty-seven units.”

“Kraglin, pay the fucker and let’s vamoose.”

Yondu picked up the books as Kraglin went to pay the bookstore owner. You were a bit shocked and very confused. Why did Yondu do that for you? Well, you weren’t going to question it because now you have your books! Squealing with glee, you hugged Yondu. For a second he tensed up but you were so happy you couldn’t help yourself.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said. “I finally have my all time favorite books!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Yondu tried to wave you off. “Just got tired of youse blabberin’ with that jackass.”

“I’m just so happy!” You said with a sigh. “You have no idea how much I love this series! It’s utterly wonderful!”

Yondu paused for a second before asking, “What’s so great about books anyways?”

“What do you mean?”

“Yer always going off about how fantastic books are. I don’t get it!” Yondu said. “Why ain’tchu you like the rest of us Ravagers? Ain’t you interested in people?”

“Well---books are kinder than people are. People are cruel and judgemental,” You answered. “Books can’t judge you.”

Damn. He wasn’t expecting an honest answer. An awkward silence settled between you two.

“Damint,” Yondu sighed. “Look, I---I guess I was jealous alright?”

“Jealous? Of who?”

“That smug fucker at the store! Damn it woman, I know I ain’t the smartest fella around but I’ll talk books with ya!”

“You--want too?” You were even more confused.

“Yeah! Talk ta me, not him! I get it, he’s smart like you are but-- I can at least fake it. I’ve been moonin’ over you for months and you haven’t noticed but this Xaxa butters ya up and you get all giddy.”

This was a lot to take in but it was starting to make sense. Yondu was jealous and all of this had been triggered by Xavix flirting with you. This was all really unexpected. You didn't seem like Yondu’s type. While you were quiet, reserved and studious, Yondu was loud, brash and headstrong. With that being said, you didn’t dislike the captain. While he considered showing affection not the Ravager way, he was a kind person. Plus, he was smart in his own way.

“Cap, are you saying that you like me? Like more than a friend?”

“Yeah,” Yondu sighed. “How come you haven’t noticed til’ now?”

“Cap, when it comes to romance, I don’t have much of a romantic life,” You admitted. “Like I’ve said, I prefer books. Books can’t hurt you.”

“Like I said, I ain’t a big reader but I do like you girly. I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can be. Just give me a chance? A tiny one?”

“How can I give you a chance?” You asked, watching Yondu sag a bit. “When you haven’t even properly asked me out?”

“Ah, I see whatcha did there,” Yondu grinned, showing his sharp teeth. “Y/N, wanna go on a date with an ol’ blue bastard?”

“I’d love too.”

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