#'Sir the scientist is ready for transport...'

[blightowl]

The perfect start to a Star Trek: TNG episode

Troi: Personal log. ...My mother is onboard.

Picard: *slowly stepping off a turbolift* I sense a disturbance in the force

#Star Trek TNG #episode: Half a Life #Deanna Troi #Jean-Luc Picard #Lwaxana Troi #Captain Picard #I love Lwaxana‚ her episodes on TNG and DS9 are some of my favorites #Picard's mental struggle between his duty as a starfleet captain to greet the scientist from Kaelon II #and his lizard brain instincts to HIDE HIDE HIDE #'Captain Picard to Chief O'Brien: I need to you to do a site-to-site transport and bring me to the transporter room' #'Uh Sir aren't you down the hall?' #'Yes. Can you do it?' #'Sir the scientist is ready for transport...' #'Miles please she's outside the turbolift door just do it man' #my blighty text posts

[fractalcloning]

Time Troubles

"Alright, you three, let's keep this one simple and by the book, we're just here to collect some good, old fashioned surface telemetry. Maybe scan a few plants and see how well they cope with the weather," Pike said.

The junior lieutenants at the controls of the transporters were at the ready, the computer was tracking the ion storms around them, and still Pike felt a bit off. It was a bit excessive, having the room fully staffed for a simple survey mission, but Pike hadn't liked the look of those ion storms. From the moment they'd entered the system something about them had set him on edge. He was seasoned enough that he knew to listen to his gut in situations like this.

"Aye, aye, Sir," La'an answered automatically. Lieutenant Noonien-Singh stood at perfect attention, weapons stowed and expression even. Una stepped onto the platform and took position in front of her, her expression professional but knowing. Pike shared a look with her that noted her judgement about his overt paranoia, and then glanced between the three of them. Spock, as usual, looked prepared bordering on inscrutable. At least these three weren't the sort to willingly engage with trouble. That was probably the best he could hope for.

"We'll have another fifteen minute window in three hours," Pike explained to the assembled crew. "If there are any hostile species on this planet, try to play nice until then."

"We'll be on our best behavior," Una assured him, her tone mostly serious, and Pike gave her a long look.

"Alright, get out of here. Ensign: energize."

This system was uncharted, was well beyond the edges of Federation space, but even at a distance the readings it gave off were exceptional. The stellar phenomena were truly breathtaking to behold. This star system was sunk into a larger nebulae, formed out of the outer edges no doubt, and it had a haze about it. The particulate matter that permeated the open space between the celestial bodies was lovely, akin to colorful fog. Unfortunately, pretty as it was, it gummed up their sensors, their collection systems, and made engineering almost as paranoid as Pike, spiking the power in their deflector, shields, and the engines at random intervals. Closer to the planets, the fog coalesced into a perpetual storm of ion energy, swirling like clouds between the moons and the atmosphere, discharging bolts of energy across open space. The whole light show flooded their sensor data with an absurd amount of static and noise.

It was a good system to hide in and, more than anything, that was what had the Captain on edge.

They couldn't scan the surface, the surface (presumably) couldn't scan them, and everything outside the windows read on screen like electromagnetic soup. Pike couldn't have engineered a better location for an ambush if he had tried, but so far, there were no signs of any other ships. There were life signs on the planet, hazy though they appeared on Enterprise. In the absence of tangible danger, it was their responsibility as scientists to stop and take a look. So, with the usual Starfleet aplomb, they checked atmospheric composition and sent an away team. Unfortunately, advanced as the Enterprise was, they were at a disadvantage. They had no idea that they should have scanned for chronitons, nor did they technically have the capability to do so. They couldn't have known that those clouds were heavy with chronitons like they were getting ready to monsoon. It was a fluke, nothing more than pure chance that they managed to time their transporter signal just right to send it straight through a chroniton discharge. The temporal particles split the beam apart like a prism and all three officers ended up on different parts of the surface at different points in time. They weren't separated by much, either distance or time, so that was a spot of luck, but they most certainly didn't materialize where or when they'd expected. (A closed starter for @starfleetsxvulcan and SNW Spock)

#star trek roleplay #star trek rp #Soji and Spock #And also my mid Pike NPC #I promise my Una and La'an are a little better. #Time for time shenanigans

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen: Khan's Rescue

            Captain’s Log: A full hour has passed since interception with the DY-100 class Earth ship. Our presence alongside is still being completely ignored. Although our sensors show life aboard, there has been no indication of danger to us.

            “Weapons department, maintain battle stations. All other decks, stand by alert,” said Kirk.

            “All decks acknowledging, sir,” reported Uhura.

            Bones entered the bridge and walked to Kirk’s side. “Continuing to pick up some form of heart action over there. Very faint, very slow. Seems to be coming from about sixty or seventy bodies as near as I can make out.”

            “Alien bodies, Bones?” asked Kirk.

            The doctor nodded. “Could be. There’s no sign of breathing or any other form of respiration.”

            “Hull surface is pitted with meteor scars. However, scanners make out a name: S.S Botany Bay,” said Spock.

            “Then you can check the registry,” said Kirk hopefully.

            “No such vessel listed. Records of that period are fragmentary, however,” said Spock. “The mid-1990s was the era of your last so-called World War.”

            “The Eugenics Wars,” said Bones, pursing his lips and nodding.

            “Of course. Your attempt to improve the race through selective breeding,” said Spock.

            “Now wait a moment, not our attempt, Mr. Spock,” said Bones. “A group of ambitious scientists. I’m sure you know the type: devoted to logic, completely unemotional.”

            “Yeah, but they sounded crazy,” said (Y/N). “And Spock could never be crazy.” The half-Vulcan gave a nod in agreement.

            “Rig for tractor beam, helm,” ordered Kirk. “Lock onto that vessel.” He stepped away from his chair. “Bridge is yours, Mr. Spock. Care to join the landing party, Doctor, (L/N)?”

            “Sure!” chirped (Y/N), getting up. “It’s been a while since I’ve met new people!”

            “Well, if I’m actually getting a choice…” began Bones.

            “You’re not,” said Kirk, and Bones sighed. Kirk stopped before he got to the turbolift and turned around. “Oh, and I’ll need someone familiar with the late twentieth century Earth. Here’s a chance for that historian to do something for a change. What’s her name, uh, McIvers?”

            “Lieutenant McGivers,” said Spock.

            “Bye!” (Y/N) waved to the bridge as they entered the lift. Uhuru smiled and gave a wave back to her friend, and Spock gave a nod of acknowledgement.

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            “Oh, it looks like the ship is expecting us,” said Scotty in the transporter room. “We read heat coming on. Complete oxygen atmosphere.”

            “Very interesting,” said Kirk. “You ready, Bones, (L/N)?”

            “To meet some really old humans or strange new life forms? Yes, sir,” said (Y/N) with a grin.

            “Nope. Signed aboard this ship to practice medicine, not to have my atoms scattered back and forth across space by this gadget,” said Bones sarcastically.

            “You’re an old-fashioned boy, McCoy,” said Kirk, smiling.

            “If there are humans on board, he’ll fit right in,” joked (Y/N), and Bones rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

            Kirk chuckled before looking around. “Now, where’s that historian?”

            “Here, sir,” said McGivers, hurrying in.

            “Well, come along Lieutenant,” said Kirk, stepping onto the transporter with Bones, Scotty, and (Y/N).

            It energized, and they dematerialized. They reformed in the barren hull of the ship. All around them were young humans sleeping inside of shelves in the walls. None stirred at their arrival.

            “Scotty?” asked Kirk in explanation.

            “Definitely Earth-type mechanisms, sir,” said Scotty, looking around. “Twentieth-century vessel. Old type atomic-power…bulky, solid. I think they used to call them transitor units I’d love to tear this baby apart.”

            “What about the people here?” asked Kirk.

            “It’s a sleeper ship,” said McGivers.

            “Suspended animation?” questioned (Y/N).

            “Yes, I’ve seen old photographs of this.” McGivers smiled. “Necessary because of the time involved in space travel until the year 2018. It took years just travel from one planet to another.”

            “Is it…possible they’re still alive after centuries of travel?” asked Kirk.

            “Theoretically, yes,” confirmed Bones. “I’ve never heard of it being tested for this long a period, though.”

            “What a handsome group of people,” said McGivers admiringly as Scotty turned the lights up and the people’s features were clearly illuminated.

            “Yeah, but none of them are awake,” said (Y/N), disappointed.

            “I have a new reading,” said Bones. “The lights must’ve triggered a mechanism.” He glanced at (Y/N). “Looks like you might get someone to talk to soon.”

            “Here,” said McGivers breathlessly, crouching next to one container that had lit up brighter than before.

            “What’s happening?” asked Kirk.

            “Beats me,” said Scotty.

            Bones observed the breathing of the man strengthen. “We triggered something, all right. Heartbeat’s increasing, now passing eight beats per minute. And there are some signs of respiration beginning.”

            “This one was probably programmed to be triggered first,” said Scotty.

            “Is he the leader?” asked (Y/N), glancing at McGivers. She was silent as she stared at the man, enraptured. “Uh…McGivers?” they repeated awkwardly.

            “Hm?” McGivers was flustered. “Oh, uh, yes. The leader was often set to revive first. This would allow him to decide whether the conditions warranted revival of the others.” As soon as she finished speaking, she went back to staring at the awakening man.

            (Y/N) frowned as they felt the airy beginning of attraction. It was not an uncommon feeling for them (years on a starship cause little attractions towards people to develop all the time. Hell, if another Celian was aboard they’d probably see such wisps when (Y/N) was with Spock), but McGivers was already distracted by this man, and she didn’t even know him. He could be dangerous, and it did not feel like she would care.

            (Y/N) glanced at Kirk and was relieved to see the wisps of concern about the same subject as they did. Good, the Captain is on top of it. McGivers will have to listen to him if he orders her to be professional.

            “Heartbeat approaching forty beats per minute,” reported Bones. “And the respiration pattern is firming up.

            “From the Northern India area, I’d guess,” said McGivers as she studied the man’s face. “I’ve heard there were fantastic warriors there.”

            “Heartbeat fifty-two and increasing,” said Bones, focusing on the man.

            “The others?” asked Kirk as Scotty came back from looking around the ship.

            “No change,” he said. “And they’re all mixed types: Western, Mid-European, Latin, Asian.”

            “A man from the twenty-first century coming alive,” breathed McGivers in wonder.

            “Hold that thought. Heartrate dropping,” said Bones, frowning. The light inside the case began flickering.

            “A circuit is shorting,” said Scotty. “Probably dust from the age.”

            “There’s a heart flutter. He’s dying,” said Bones.

            “Do something, Captain,” said McGivers urgently.

            “Can we?” Kirk looked at Scotty.

            “Take an hour to figure out,” he replied.

            “What happens if we take him out of there?” asked (Y/N) curiously. Sure, they didn’t approve McGivers’s sudden, strong attraction, but they weren’t just going to let a man die.

            “He’ll die in seconds we if we don’t,” said Bones.

            As if highlighting the fact, the man began jerking as the circuits shorted out. Kirk acted fast, smashing his phaser into the protective glass. He reached in and pulled the wires killing the man out. Then, he and (Y/N) pulled back the door of the case, and the slab on which the man lay slid out. The man was unconscious but breathed heavily. His eyes opened, and he looked around himself weakly.

            “How…long?” he breathed weakly.

            “We’ve estimate you slept for two centuries,” said (Y/N).

            “Landing party to Enterprise, come in.” Kirk flipped open his communicator.

            “Go ahead boarding party, we read you,” replied Uhura.

            “Lock in on Dr. McCoy’s beam. He’s transporting back a casualty we discovered here.”

            “Magnificent,” murmured McGivers quietly.

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            An hour later and back aboard the Enterprise, Captain Kirk paced the bridge and waited for information on the man’s status and his ship.

            “Kirk to boarding party,” he said.

            “Scotty here,” replied the engineer. He and other officers had beamed back to continue investigating.

            “Scotty, any records, log books of any kind?” asked Kirk.

            “Negative, Captain,” said Scotty. “It appears they were in suspended animation when the ship took off.”

            “How many alive?” asked Kirk.

            “Twelve units have malfunctioned, leaving seventy-two operating,” reported Scotty. “Thirty of those are women, forty-two men.”

            “Kirk out.”

The captain walked over to where (Y/N) was lounging in their seat beside the diligently working Spock. They were on call to speak to the man once he awoke since their specialty was communications with other cultures due to their empathic abilities, and although he was human, a different time period did mean different culture.

            “Seventy-two alive,” murmured Kirk. “A group of people dating back to the 1990s. A discovery of some importance, Mr. Spock. There are a great many unanswered questions about those years.”

            “A strong, violent period,” murmured (Y/N). “I hope the people we’ve found are not like that.”

            “There are no records of an S.S Botany Bay. It leads to some questions about those aboard the ship,” said Spock. “And this ship was designed for interplanetary travel only. With simple nuclear-powered engines, star travel was considered impractical at that time. It was ten thousand to one against their making it to another star system. And why no record of the trip?”

            “Botany Bay…That was the name of a penal colony on the shores of Australia, wasn’t it?” said Kirk. “If they took that name for their vessel…”

            “If you’re suggesting this was a penal deportation vessel, you’ve arrived at a totally illogical conclusion,” said Spock.

            “Oh?” asked (Y/N), leaning on the back of their chair towards him.

            “Your Earth was on the verge of a Dark Age. Whole populations were being bombed out of existence. A group of criminals could have been dealt with far more efficiently than wasting one of their most advanced spaceships,” explained Spock.

            “Yes, so much for my theory,” said Kirk.

            “So, would they have to be people of some importance and power to be able to leave on such a vessel?” said (Y/N), humming in understand.

            Spock nodded. “A more likely theory. However, more facts are needed to form any conclusions.”

            “Do you suspect any danger in them?” asked Kirk.

            “Insufficient facts always invite danger, Captain,” said Spock.

            “(L/N), have you sensed any emotions in any of them that could give us a clue to their intentions?”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “They were all too asleep in the ship to feel anything. And even if I could, it may not be any help. Someone intending to harm us could feel anger indicating aggression or feel happy because they’ve found people to use for whatever they wish. But that’s only with the great manipulators. There are usually feint traces of other emotions that can tell me what they may plan.”

            “Emotions. Quite illogical,” observed Spock.

            “You’re not wrong,” said (Y/N).

            Kirk sighed. “Well, we’ll at least bring them with us for now.” He looked to the helm. “Rig for towing. Make course for Starbase 12.” He glanced at (Y/N). “Time to check on our guest.”

            “Yes, sir,” said (Y/N).

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            “Bones?” asked Kirk as they walked into the Sickbay.

            “He’ll live,” said Bones.

            “My compliments,” said Kirk.

            “Oh, no, I’m good, but not that good,” admitted Bone. “There’s something inside this man that refuses to accept death. Now, look at that.” He gestured to the display.             “Even as he is now, his heart valve action is twice that power of yours or mine. Lung efficiency is fifty percent better.”

            “An improved breed of human.” Kirk frowned. “That’s what the Eugenics War was about.”

            “I’d estimate he could lift both you and (Y/N) with one arm,” said Bones. “Be interesting to see if his brain matches his body.”

            “Doctor, will he live?” asked McGivers, appearing in the doorway.

            “It appears he will, Lieutenant,” said Bones, nodding as he left the room.

            Kirk narrowed his eyes and walked to McGivers. “I’d like to talk to you.”

            “Not getting into that,” murmured (Y/N) to themself. A hand curled around their forearm, and they froze. They looked down at the wide awake and alert man holding their arm. “Well, it looks like I got into some trouble anyway.”

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Another you (1)

Context: In which you get stuck on a planet and have to save kirk, whichhe admits feelings for you and ya both land in the Med Bay.

Warning: Some blood, needles, minor injuries. mild choking

Feb 2nd/21

I always find it funny that my go-to thing is to have the reader afraid of needles, but I myself am actually trained to give vaccines and take blood.

This was also my first Kirk x reader in a long time// It’s hard to write flirty confident characters because it is the exact opposite of who I am, yet it’s the personality i love in my men and women so xoxo

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Dr. McCoy was again trying to coerce you down to the Med Bay; he really thought offering to get the Captain involved would change anything. “I’m telling you right now, Y/N, you can’t go on your away mission without your immunizations for this planet. Have you have heard of the Quazulu VIII Virus, no? That’s because there is a vaccine for it!”  

“Dr. McCoy, It will be a quick up and down to the planet to grab some specimens; I won’t stay for diplomatic reasons like the rest of the party is.” You justified to him. You had almost finished packing everything you needed from the research ward before your ship’s chief medical examiner ambushed you.

“As a scientist, I’d figure you would be one of the most appreciative of vaccines.” He replied, helping you collect tubes from the drawer beside him. “Ah contrary, as a scientist, I am well aware of how dirty hospitals and MedBays are.” The doctors face contorted,

“You do realize you are going on an away mission, on a un sterile planet. There is a risk of injury; are you just not going to receive first aid if something goes wrong on the planet?” He’s not wrong, and you knew it. You just hated needles. They grossed you out.

“I won’t get hurt then,” You confidently stated, which earned a scoff from the young doctor.

“What if I bring the vaccines to your research lab? And gave them to you here?” You admitted that wasn’t a bad compromise. The Med Bay gave you more of a bad feeling than needles do. You always found that most people you had to bring to the Medbay or hospital didn’t always come out. You just couldn’t shake the feeling of dread when you go in.

“Fine.”

“You remind me so much of Jim.” He said while pulling out the vaccines. He had the vaccines here!? He already knew I wouldn’t agree to go to the Med Bay and thought ahead. You really have left an impression on the doctor.

“Who? And you really knew I’d say yes?” Referring to the cooler filled with the vaccinations. “Ah, you see, they are not just for you,” He said. Taking one of the two doses you needed into one of his hands and pinch “Done.”

Oh, that wasn’t horrible.

The doors swooshed opened behind you, but you couldn’t open your eyes, knowing there was another needle coming. “Bones, you called me here?” Immediately recognizing that voice as Captain Kirk

“You Actually Told The Captain On Me!?” You stood up to look accusingly at Dr. McCoy. He only shrugged his shoulders, looking between the two of you. “You need to get your inoculations, Jim; why don’t you explain to Y/N here how important it is to get them before an away trip,” He said while getting another dose ready. “You do have a lot of experience of finding out the hard way.”

You met the captain’s eyes, so blue. “Captain,” You correctly addressed him, “Y/N, will you be coming tonight?” He asked, his voice so alluring. 

“I will, sir,” He smiled at you, taking a seat. “So, Bones here is giving you trouble?” He grabbed your backpack, taking a glance inside at what you were going to bring. It reminded you of a kid who couldn’t sit still.

“Bones?”

“Do not call me that,” Dr. McCoy said fast. pinch “Ouch, I wasn’t ready for that one!” You growled, rubbing your arm, earning a small laugh from the captain sitting across from you. You watched Dr. McCoy draw up his last dose for you and started to feel sick to your stomach.

“Captain, I believe you were explaining to Y/N how important the vaccines are,” He asked the Captain. Funny, it’s not often that Dr. McCoy will address the Captain formally like that. You think Captain Kirk noticed as well as he looked caught off guard.

“Well, as your Captain, I have to inform you that it is mandatory, and Starfleet regulations to get your vaccines before the away mission. Otherwise, you can compromise the health of my crew,” He said professionally. Looking at bones with a thumbs up.

You couldn’t help but get distracted by his deep blue eyes while he talked more about it. You were not really paying much attention to his words. “All done,” Dr. McCoy said, cleaning up his tray of discarded utensils. You were so distracted by the captain you didn’t feel that last pinch.

You pulled your blue shirt back down to entirely go over your arm, “Well, if that is everything, I should be preparing for the away mission,” The captain said, dismissing himself.

“No, No, No, Jim.” Dr. McCoy stood up fast, grabbing the Captain by his arm before he could get out of his chair. “You just lectured Y/N on the importance of inoculations; I do believe it is your turn,” You figured that was why the doctor brought those extra doses. This was his plan all along.

“For the well being of the crew and all,” You spoke up, paraphrasing his own words. Dr. McCoy let out an agreeable laugh, while the captain just sat there, defeated.

“Alright, alright, just make it fast,” The captain lifted his shirt enough to sneak his left arm out. Your first instinct, of course, was to look around the room at literally anything else.

“I was just telling Y/N how alike you both are; I mean, she’s basically another you,” Dr. McCoy said. You couldn’t help but scoff at this, you and the captain having something in common? Sure, but you being basically like him? Definitely not.

“What gave it away? Was it the height? We are pretty close in height,” The captain responded, a playful smile on his handsome face.

“Maybe, It is our common interest in specialties on the ship? You know, being captain and being a biomedical engineer are very similar jobs.” You asked, teasing the doctor. He only responded with a sigh and poked the Captain with the needle, making him jolt.

“You know Y/N; I think he might be right. I am certain he was referring to our matching taste in clothing.” The Starfleet uniform being all match except for the colours. Where scientists wore grey or blue, the captains wore gold. Gold was definitely his colour.

“Nope, he is definitely talking about our boobs; they are just so alike,” You said, a giggle ripped from the captain, making him move back slightly.

“Dammit, Jim, stay still.” He said, giving the last dose to the Captain, then turning back to look at you, “You know you’re both just proving my point,”

“Well, then that’s just double the fun for you, Bones,” The captain said. He was taking his leave before the Doctor comes up with more to poke him with. After two years on this ship, bugging Dr. McCoy never got old.

“I couldn’t imagine being stuck on an away trip with the two of you,” Dr. McCoy said while grabbing his bag. “Hey, Bones, that’s kinda hurtful,” You responded, using the nickname the Captain used with him.

“Dammit, Jim,” Bones muttered under his breath, leaving to go track down more officers before the away trip.

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The trip mission for you was supposed to be simple: collect some plant samples with specific regenerative properties. This would help in your designs of tissue regeneration equipment you worked on in the lab aboard the enterprise with Dr. McCoy.

Unfortunately for you, It seemed something went wrong, you’re assuming with the diplomatic party that came down with you. You only took fifth-teen minutes to gather enough samples to fill your small bag, but when you used your comm to contact the ship, no one responded.

As a matter-of-fact, no one on the mission on the planet was answering either. You hoped they hadn’t forgotten you on this planet and left, unlikely, but still a thought. You didn’t remember where exactly the other group got transported to, and it was still a debate whether you should leave the last known location they had of you, but it was getting dark.

You needed shelter and possibly a fire. It was far too cold on this planet for you to stay extended out in the elements. So you started walking, with no means to defend yourself and no map of the jungle-like terrain. You couldn’t help but think bones may have been right about laughing at you confidently declaring nothing will go wrong.

“Y/N to enterprise,” You repeated every few seconds, waiting for any response as you trudged through the thicker bushes. Soon it was dark and cold. You could barely see anything, and it was getting too dangerous to walk around.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the faintest light. Maybe it was your crew? You thought about following it, but you also thought of that fish that used a light on its head to lure its prey back on earth. Maybe you are about to be angler fish food; You don’t think they make vaccines to prevent that.

Maybe it is called “not being stupid and walking toward the scary lingering light.”

But where else was there to go. So, against your better instinct, you started walking towards it. Although, the closer you got, you figured out it was a fire and not some carnivorous fish. Picking up the speed and getting closer, you could clearly hear voices. Thank goodness

You have always been told you had two left feet for a reason, so of course, before you could enter the camp, you tripped and ate dirt. Getting up on your knees, you backed up slowly. You seemed to have cut your arm open on something, possibly a branch, when you fell. Great, now you’d have to admit to bones he was right.

Captain Kirk and the rest of the diplomatic crew were tied up, surrounded by another species. It seemed someone- a woman was attempting to speak to them in their language.

They didn’t seem to be responding to her in the same kind tone. Every so often, she’d stop and talk to the captain, translating for him, you figured. Maybe some sort of negotiations or clearing up a misunderstanding, but it did not seem to be going in our favor.

You lowered yourself deeper in the bushes and looked around the camp. There didn’t seem to be any device blocking the signal you could spot, so why wouldn’t the comms work, you wondered. You did, however, find Starfleet-issued phasers, more phasers than you had men. You suppose this meant you guys were not the only Starfleet officers caught by this group.

You watched as the conversation turned sour, and one of the species took what looked like a long fork and put it through the captain’s leg. Yup, This is definitely not good. The same one who stabbed the captain untied the translator and the two other men, walking them out into the forest in the other direction, to where you had no idea. This left Captain Kirk alone, guarded by two others.

You ever so slowly made your way around the camp to the phasers, laying on a flat table with other confiscated items. Your arm was not letting up pain-wise or blood wise, but you knew it wouldn’t matter much if you couldn’t make it off the planet. Grabbing one phaser at a time, you managed four.

Although taking a look at them, you realized you were way in way over your head. Too far in over your head. Getting stranded on a planet with a lacerated arm was fine; watching your crewmates get tied up and minorly stabbed was fine because you could have helped. There was a solution in sight, but now?

Looking down at the phaser, you had no recognition on how to use it; you were now too far in over your head. Starfleet trained you on a basic low power phaser; the highest setting was three. This phaser had so many buttons, far too many than necessary, you thought.

Taking a deep breath, you put two phasers in your bag and slowly made your way behind to where Captain Kirk was tied up and bleeding. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to untie the Captain, you watched the two guards pace around the camp, talking. You needed a distraction, but what could you possibly do?

You snuck up to the Captain silently, but you knew there wasn’t enough time to do too much before they’d glance in your direction. Grabbing the Captain on the shoulder reassuringly, “Don’t make a sound,” The last thing you wanted was for him to be surprised by you sneaking upon him and startle the guards. “I have no idea how to use this, so I really hope you can move and are not completely out of it from blood loss!” You whispered urgently, putting a phaser in his still tied up hands.

“Y/N?” The captain whispered, “Don’t do anything stupid,” You loved his esteemed confidence in you.

“I don’t have enough time to finish untying this knot,” It was so close to coming undone, but you heard one of the guards pacing this way, so you left. You watched the captain look around, but you were hiding in the bushes already. He started to loosen his hands subtly.

Now time for your distraction. You walked around the campsite again, furthering yourself from the captain. “Hey!” You screamed at the guards, hopefully taking the guard’s attention of the captain. “Hey!” You shouted again at them, waving your arms in the air with one phaser in your hand. The guards started slowly approaching you; however, you hadn’t really thought this far.

“Okay, I know you can’t understand me,” You pointed the phaser directly at them, “But I know you understand this, and I...I don’t want to hurt you! So don’t come any farther!” You yelled pointlessly as they kept on approaching you, towering over you. Up close, in front of the light from their fire, you could clearly see their leathery skin, their large muscular frames, and very large weapons in hand.

“Hey, I mean it!” You said, waving the phaser at the one to your left. They were approaching faster with no sign of stopping until they were in front of you. One put their hands on your throat, your feet dangling in the air as he started to choke you. You knew they could crush your throat in a second if they chose to but instead decided to apply pressure slowly.

A loud sound echoed in your ears; It definitely belonged to a phaser. The guard let you go, both of you falling to the ground. And you couldn’t stop the intense coughing fit that erupted from you, your body trying to get as much air in as it could. Distantly you heard the second guard fall to the ground. A hand was on your back as you coughed, “Are you okay?” It was the captain.

After catching your breath, you stood up, looking at the captain. He was standing beside you, phaser in hand, with blood rushing down his leg. “You’re the one with the stab wound,” You responded hoarsely, slightly concerned. “This is nothing,” You reached under his arm so he could support his weight more onto you, “Let me help, sit down over here and let’s tie something around your leg,” He let his weight fall on you slightly. To be honest, you probably would not be able to carry all his weight, especially since your arm was starting to throb.

Sitting him down, you reached into your bag, looking for anything you could use as a makeshift tourniquet. Thankfully, you packed a mini first aid kit. Yes, it was extremely small, holding only a few items; you knew it had a small roll of gauze in it. He let out a laugh when he saw you pull out the little red box. “Laugh all you want, but this could potentially help save your life,” You said seriously.

“That’s not why I am laughing,” You looked up at him curiously, waiting for him to continue his explanation. “I’m sorry, but.” You wrapped a long strand of gauze around his leg, pulling and twisting, as you were taught. “I have this deep, stab wound, and you pull out the smallest first aid kit that I have ever seen in my life,” You took an alcohol swab and wiped his wound gently, cleaning it as well as you could.

“I find it extremely funny that when I looked into your bag this morning and saw it, I thought it was cute, you would bring it,” You looked around to see what dressing you had, not a lot. “I thought it was cute you’d bring a small little first aid kit when we have an on-hand medic come with us.” You ripped his pants just slightly so you start dressing it, “And now you are providing first aid to me with it, in the field, I don’t know I just find that funny” He finished looking down at what you were doing before deciding maybe watching isn’t the best idea.

“I don’t know if I should pack dressing around… this fork thing, or if I should take out the object and dress you properly.” You leaned back on your legs and looked up at him.

“Leaving it in would be safest because I can’t be sure if it hit an artery or not, and you’d bleed out.” You paused, letting him take in the information, “On the other side if I don’t take it out and we have to move fast, it could potentially do more damage.”

“Take it out; we need to get moving to find Uhura, Sulu, and Montgomery.” You were slightly nervous about doing this; killing your captain does not look good on a resume. You opened the dressing packages, ready to work fast. The tourniquet should have stopped any bleeding; you should be safe to pull it, you hoped.

And with one fluid motion and no warning for the Captain, you pulled it out, throwing it to the ground. You placed one hand on the wound to keep pressure and reached for the dressings. The groans of pain were agonizing to hear come from him; however, you knew you had to keep going and get the wound bandaged up. You had wished the small kit had medication or pain relievers of any kind to help him, something you’d need to remind yourself to add for next time.

“I am so sorry; I know that must have been pretty painful for you.” You said sincerely. It was over, but he was still breathing hard, reeling over the pain. He reached toward you, leaning forward, and rested his head on your shoulder. You put a hand on his head and brushed his hair with your fingers, staying like that for a few minutes, peacefully.

“Your arm, there is blood on the sleeve,” He said, grabbing your arm to inspect it; however, you pulled it away, “I scratched it on a branch, it hurts but it’s not bleeding anymore. Besides, I used all the dressing on you- being the more urgent injury.”

“We need to move; they might have heard me.” You helped him stand, and he continued to use you for support. “It’s so dark. I have no idea how or where we’d find everyone.” He reached into his pocket and grabbed a phaser, “They went to their nest. It should be north; there is a map of the terrain on the phaser we can follow,” And with that, he pressed a button of the phaser, which also turned on a flashlight. “Captain, do you think you are in any shape to fight? I was surprised you were able to stand up long enough to take down those two guards.”

“I am fine. I can fight, don’t worry about me.”

“Which, by the way, thank you for saving me back there,” You had never been that close to dying before. “Y/N, it is me who should be thanking you. Without you, I am fairly sure I would have bled to death tied up at that camp.”

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Part 2

I enjoyed writing it so I hope yall liked it

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[pastelgrungewrecker]

Fumes And Funeral Arrangements

And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go

It was only meant to be a few days- Just a quick refuel, a shallow cruise to restock and refresh but something wanted them to stay. The engines rumbled and hissed in disagreement and both scientists called for them to be powered down for fear of something shorting or worse-

They all remembered the bad jump all those years before.

When Megatron broke his methodical gait to slam his hand on the emergency closure switch on the exit hatch; optics wild and bellowing for facemasking and respirators they all stared in shock until Rodimus’s face twitched.

“RATCHET, DO WHAT HE SAYS!”

It was an old nerve agent, explained Megatron once every face was covered, every airlock sealed; it had been banned, but neither side would give up that easy- he compared it in hushed whispers to Gideon’s Glue, he watched Perceptor and Brainstorm shudder and bid them explain.

And in the kind of church-hum you spoke the Devil’s name in, they did. How it could so silently target your lines, how it cracked and shattered your cabling and rotted away your optics from connection to gauze cover and how it smelled so sweet until your life leaked from your face and you began to feel yourself shut down.

“It was supposed to be collected by drones.”, murmured Perceptor as Brainstorm looked to the side in barely covered disgust, “But when. When the MTO program was so successful they...”

“Used some of them as disposable workers, as you all know.”, finished the jet, drumming servos against his faceplate, “Drones are good, but they don’t have the power to bust into new veins, to cart back enough supply to meet demand.”

And Rodimus remained quiet, his face twisting and twisting until the flares of his helm became Lucifer’s own crown and his baby blue optics looked like dying dusklight.

“I’m taking a team in.”, he said quietly.

Cyclonus seemed amused, the edge of his lipplates quirking up slightly, “Will you be taking a team?”

“Yes. Megs, Ratchet, both scientists. Whirl, Magnus, Drift. You’re all with me. We’ll radio back what we find, and if we need more hands.”

“Why?”, asked Megatron, optics narrowed in something like pride.

“There’s no mass disposal.”, said Rodimus, “There’s no transport pads at that process plant. There’s nothing- but two barrack buildings and the shell of a medic block.”

Perceptor looked at him in shock, “....They’re trapped. It’s a company line- those mechs are...”

“Nyon was like that. I hated it then and I hate it more now.”, spat Rodimus, “And now I got some oomph to my demands, right?”

“Very well, Captain.”, said Cyclonus quietly, “I will guard your ship. Go right our wrongs.”

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Their steps were heavy as they entered the wide maw marked ‘Entrance’. Ratchet surged forward towards the lines and belts ahead of them, calling for everyone to clear the area, to step back and let the mech vent.

An older model frame, servotips near melted away and the telltale stains at the edges of lipplates and corners of optics as they choked and coughed. Ratchet knelt quickly, panelling on his arms clicking away and open as he began to connect lines and set a scan before a hand covered his.

“Nah medic, nah, nah, nah...”, they gagged, “Lemme go, please lemme go.”

“I can help you-”

“Just make it stop hurtin’, medic- I’ve breathed the poison, there’s no saving me.”

The rest of the team caught up as the linelead stomped forth- a meeting of two stormcells on the burning room floor. They scoffed, bellowing for Ratchet to stand back and for the fallen mech to get back to work- Until Megatron’s bellow silenced every vocoder with a single sentence.

“SILENCE, LINELACKEY.”

The fear was suddenyl palpable as Ratchet then looked up with hate in his optics and reached into his supspace. With gentle words, quiet whispers he handed a thick painchip to the mech in their death throes and they looked at him with such gratitude it made his chest ache.

And then the dose was administered and their optics went dim and Ratchet watched their pulse slow and fade until there was nothing.

Rodimus walked forward, his stepping measured and controlled and leaned down- gently removing the protective gear he could see (oh, how little there was) and tucking it under his arm.

He stared at the linelead, let their stammer of “PRIME” fall on deaf audials before he nodded to Megatron. He looked to his team.

“Fall in, mechs. This place needs a little.... help.”

Brainstorm marched towards the vats and crushers, digging in a repurposed briefcase with Perceptor at his side and the pistol holsters deployed and ready. Ratchet nodded once, disconnecting and stood tall as he waved at the first line to put down their duties and follow him- a hand to his comm and calling for the medbay to report to the shell of a medical block.

The line leaders began pouring in from all corners, spitting their demands until they sputtered into nothing as they watched Megatron’s grand hand seal like a vise around the first fool’s neck and pry his authority from him like boiled crab shells.

Rodimus adjust his facemask, hooking the optic covers over his helm and wanting to commit cruelty at how well they fit.

“Foreman, what line should we run full first?”, he asked, looking to Megatron.

Surprised, and somehow proud, Megatron chuckled.

“Line four, power down and do a resync- breaktime!”, he barked, “I’ve got your replacements right here!”

He gestured at the lineleaders in front of him, and smiled with his fangs on display, “And they’re just happy to be here, right boys?!”

Rodimus stepped forward, shoving the too-clean bullies forth towards the line- threatening as they once did with kicks and snarls and threats he was all too willing to carry out until the hum and roar of machines was deafening.

Megatron doled out tasks, Rodimus calling measurements and backup as he did- watching as the one-time leaders still tried their tricks on mechs who had no qualms about killing. About righting wrongs by force.

Watching as someone stood too tall in their pedes, talking down to Brainstorm only to be forcefully turned and having Perceptor’s silent pistol under a chin- a lesson in the only language egomaniacs sometimes understand.

And Rodimus took a place as well- at the edge of the line, hands uncovered and sorting raw mineral chunks on the belt leading into a pulverizer. And as he got the rhythm, as the pattern came slowly back- he began to sing.

The old songs, the heavy melodies of mechs who new they’d die on the job- and he watched as the workers who’s lines were slowing at Megatron’s command joined in and reminded the bullies working Line Four that they were so very outnumbered.

“That- That’s a rebellion song!”, hissed a lineleader, optics darting to and from, “Don’t you give them any damned ideas, Sir Prime-”

“Do you know where I’m from?”, asked Rodimus as his tune was carried by a hundred other voices.

“...N. No sir.”

“Nyon.”, he said with an acidic smile, “I know your type, your kind of person. First, I’m gonna teach ‘em you aren’t as strong as you think you are. Then, I’m gonna teach ‘em the song. Pray I don’t teach ‘em you aren’t impervious to bullets.”

The silence and fear was palpable as he went back to singing- as there was a clatter and the rare sound of old Altihexian dockhands swearing the air black and blue like a bruise.

As lineleaders saw respirators and optic covers and heavy aprons passed around to workers- as a few were follish enough to complain that lower workers didn’t need protection- didn’t deserve to breathe easy or see clearly and then Megatron was behind them, snarling for them to get back to work-

“EYES DOWN, RATES UP BOYS- YOU AREN’T PAID TO COMPLAIN!”

Rodimus smiled as he watched the lineleaders stutter, stammer, trip and fail and face the same consequences they doled out.

Rodimus’s comm lit up with updates on the state of the workers around them- as Magnus loomed over a foreman’s door and heart the terrified rattling of armor behind it before a heavy-armored peded smashed it down with a single kick and he forced his way in amidst terrified howling.

And the intercom crackled to life, Magnus’s voice tight and cold and angry as he listed violations and broken codes- as he announced his communiques and blared the answers from owner’s voices; begging and pleading with him to do anything but expose them.

To the sound of Cybertronian voices calling for transports and bridging- and Rodimus led the worker songs with Megatron grinning at him and keeping the time with his pede.

The sound of ships in the air, of a marching squad and the shock on the faces of new forces as Rodimus wiped the grit from his face and pulled the cover off his optics.

“Welcome to The Apology Of Primus.”, he said, his smile not reaching his optics, “I hope you all are ready for an adventure- If anyone asks? It was an... anonymous tip, got it?”

The lineleaders froze, shaking as Megatron laughed and discarded his foreman’s gear in a pile.

“Shall we help with cleanup them, Captain?”, he asked cheekily.

“Of course, Megs.”, said Rodimus in sarcastic disdain, “You know I’m just a STICKLER for taking out TRASH!”

The humming of the regular working crew sounded around them as lineleaders voices rose in one begging, bargaining crescendo.

#pastelwrites #rodimus prime #megatron #listen i have a deep connection to this kind of thing cause of my adolescence #and well life in general #hosban is still mad i almost tried to work at a steel mill knowing my medical issues...

[frznkingdom]

New Arrival (Drabble)

They could’ve picked anyone else for this operation. Anyone at all. 

And yet here they chose her.

It didn’t come without any resistance, of course. Nera had always received suspicious looks from others. Even now, she occasionally caught the unnerved glances of other Atlas scientists or specialists hurrying to ensure everything ran smoothly. One in particular, Winter Schnee, continued to watch her like a hawk. As she should. 

After all, who would really put their entire trust in the infamous ‘Plague Doctor of Mantle’? The only reason General Ironwood had considered this to be a good idea was due to Nera’s closeness with Gale. How she’d be able to find the maiden the easiest in that other world.

“...And bring her back here as soon as possible,” he concluded, having finished going over what needed to be done. “Give us any and all updates that you can. We don’t know what else went through the portal with her, and there’s no telling what else will arrive with you. We’ll need to know all that we can. Is that clear?”

Ignoring the looks from others, Nera’s smile never faltered behind her mask.

“Of course, General. Why ever are you implying that I’d do otherwise?”

“You’re not exactly known for having a clean slate.” His arms folded across his chest as his eyes narrowed. “We’re choosing to let you go through with this. We can always revoke that decision.”

“Sir. The machine is stabilized and ready.”

The transporter would only allow for one person to use at a time, meaning that Nera would be going alone. Not that she minded. It hummed to life as more scientists continued to press buttons, the occasional one announcing their progress.

“We’re clear! Opening it now!”

Blue light shone bright in the corner of the room, the faintest image of a part of Academy City revealing itself to the entire group. Slowly Nera walked closer to it, arms clasped behind her back. 

But then she stopped.

“Idioti. You really think I don’t realize what’s going on?” She turned to look back at all the Atlesians watching her. “You don’t just want your maiden back. You want to study this world. It’s been your entire purpose for this machine. Find out if there are other worlds out there, study them, and utilize any invention or resource from them to gain the upper hand against the Grimm. Becoming the Greatest Kingdom in Remnant like you proclaim it to be.” Reaching up to her face, she takes her mask off for a second. Her eyes glimmer with mischief. “That sound about right?”

“Morte.” Ironwood’s frustration deepened, his tone serving as a warning.

“Why criticize me? You know I’m right.” Her smile grew to resemble a grin. “You’ll exploit the worlds you find just like you all exploit my home kingdom of Mantle. And that, I can’t have.” She took a step closer to the portal. “I know what’s best for Gale. And I’ll make sure she’s brought back safely. Under my terms.” 

She took another step. And another. The doctor could practically feel the humming of the portal energy behind her. Eyeing the general one last time, she brought a gloved hand to her lips and blew a kiss. 

“Ta~”

Whatever was screamed at her as she jumped back through the portal, she didn’t hear it before landing in Academy City. She landed on her feet with ease, taking only a short moment to admire the scenery before reaching into her pocket and producing an ear communication device. She could hear the general’s muffled voice trying to get an answer from her.

A futile attempt. For not even a few seconds later the doctor smiled, letting the device fall to the ground and get crushed underneath the heel of her boot. Again, all was silent for a few seconds as she put her mask back on her face. 

Then she heard growling, like there was a beast of sorts behind her. Turning, she spotted four or so sabyr Grimm eyeing her, fangs bared and ready to strike. But the sight of them didn’t frighten her. 

“Following me, are we? I wasn’t expecting company. But no matter.”

Reaching for her belt, the doctor produced two daggers which, at the push of a button, were quickly transformed into pistols and aimed at the monsters.

“Danza, bestie ripugnanti.”

#[grimm invasion arc] #[written words; drabble] #[the plague doctor of mantle: nera] #[creation's young maiden: gale] #[fellow atlas personnel: general ironwood]

[defibrillation-and-lactation]

Captured Agents

TRIGGER WARNING: medical/resus related content below

Story ideas came from nhattan212 on DeviantArt.

Somewhere out in Asia, there is a mad doctor and scientist, named Dr. Andy. He has his own secret underground laboratory where he experiments and creates drugs and technology to alter the human body. His mission is to recruit as many henchmen as he can, then modify their bodies to have strong power and abilities. He wants to use these super henchmen to assist him in overthrowing the government.

His most recent endeavors involve him stealing supplies that would help him create drugs and machines to make his henchmen powerful. He has been going to government buildings that carry the things he needs and has disguised himself as a government worker. Some of the real government workers have started to become suspicious of him and alerted officials higher up.

This has led to an investigation into why these supplies have gone missing and who is the one behind it. The government has chosen two female agents to help locate and capture the thief. They are Agent Xi and Agent Mira. Both of them are military trained government officials who specialize in spying and close quarters combat.

It was Wednesday morning. Agent Xi and Mira start their mission today. They are deployed to the location where Dr. Andy commonly stole stuff. Around 9:00 am, Dr. Andy shows up at the back of the government building in a truck. He was wearing a gas mask and gloves. He enters the building and starts collecting some chemicals. He stuffed them in a black bag that was on top of a utility cart. That’s when Agent Mira walked in and saw what he was doing.

“Hello, sir! What are you doing here collecting all of these chemicals?” Mira said.

“I-I’m gathering supplies that a client bought so I can deliver them later today.” Dr. Andy said, trying to make a quick lie.

“Oh really? May I see your identification card, please?” Mira replied.

“S-sure.” Dr. Andy said, hesitantly taking out his fake credentials.

“Hmmm. I’ve never heard of any Andy working here. You must be new” Mira said to him.

“Yeah I am. I started here a week ago.” Andy said nervously.

“Well, employees like you should be in training for a few weeks before you gain access to this place.” Mira responded.

“That’s strange. They told me to start working here today!” Andy said to her.

“Well I’m not buying that answer. Agent Xi! I’ve found the suspect.”

Agent Xi burst into the room. She pointed a taser gun at the mad doctor.

“Hands up! You’re under arrest for theft of government resources.” Agent Xi said in a loud, stern voice.

Dr. Andy raised his hands slowly and gently tapped the back of his left glove. This set off a small grenade on his pants, dispersing a gas that can knockout people in seconds. He made it himself in his laboratory.

Agent Xi shot her taser gun at the suspect when she heard the explosion. He quickly dodged it and ran behind a counter. Mira and Xi both inhaled the gas and starting gasping for air. They quickly collapsed and fell to the ground. Andy poked his head from cover and saw the two girls on the ground. No other security guards or staff members were present.

“Yes! Not only have I gotten the supplies I needed, I also have two little guinea pigs I can use.” He whispered happily to himself.

Dr. Andy gathered all the drugs he needed and put them on the bottom of a cart. He picked up the two women and laid them on the top of the cart. He brought the cart to his truck and loaded the supplies inside. He dropped the the women’s bodies in the back. He then sped off back to his lab to get to work on making his dreams come true.

Dr. Andy arrived at his headquarters around noon.  He entered and parked in his underground garage. He ordered a utility cart and a large stretcher down there to transport his stolen goods. He loaded all the chemicals onto the cart had a couple employees bring them to storage room. He then picked both girls he kidnapped and secured them onto the huge stretcher. He then transferred them to his laboratory where he had a massive operating room inside.

Dr. Andy opened the door to his lab and inside was a floor that was split into two rooms. The left side was a laboratory where Andy would create weapons, technology and drugs to help him get closer to taking over the country. On the right side, is an operating room with multiple operating tables. It was loaded with many monitors and medical equipment to perform surgeries, procedures, and many experiments with the products made in the lab.

Dr. Andy wheeled the two girls into the operating room and parked the stretcher next to two operating tables that were very close to each other. He lifted Xi off the stretcher and set her on the left table. Then, he pulled Mira off the stretcher and placed her on the table on the right. Both of them laid there unconscious on the tables. He unzipped the zipper in the middle of their black suits, revealing two pale, slender torsos. Both of them had a normal sized pair of breasts. Both were braless and their nipples were erect from being exposed to the cold air in the room.

Making sure they were still alive, He checked their eyes. He pulled out a penlight from his lab coat. He gently opened Xi’s eyelids shined it into both of her eyes. Her pupils contracted quickly. Next he checked Mira’s eyes. He shined the same light in her eyes and her pupils shrunk quickly. He checked both of their radial pulses. There appeared to be a steady, normal pulse, so they seemed to still be alive and well. He put on his stethoscope and approached Mira. He placed the stethoscope in the the middle of her chest. What he heard sounded normal. He moved down to the bottom of her chest and listened there. He heard a normal heart rhythm. He turned around and listened to Xi’s heart. In the middle of her chest he heard a steady beat. The bottom of the chest showed no problems either. Both seemed to be in good condition.

Next, he stripped them naked. He untied their boots and pulled them off. He pulled off their black socks, uncovering two pairs of clean feet. He pulled them out of their black suits, revealing two slim, naked bodies. Xi was wearing black panties, while Mira did not have any at all. Dr. Andy slid off Xi’s panties and put them aside. Both Xi and Mira were now completely nude. They were still out cold from the gas that Andy used on them. He was free to do whatever he wanted to them.

First, he started inspecting the bodies. Both had medium short hair. Xi had black hair. Mira’s hair was brown. Their faces were free of any blemishes. He opened their mouths and saw good hygiene in both of them. Their teeth were shining white with healthy pink gums. Both of them had a slim torso with a little definition in their abs. Their bellies were nice and firm. Andy had a little fun poking and pressing their stomachs. He spread their navels wide open with his fingers, poking and stroking them. He gave both of their stomachs a gentle massage, rubbing them softly. He moved on to their breasts. They were firm and springy. Dr. Andy played around with them, squeezing and and softly compressing them. He pinched their nipples, twisting them as well. He gave their breasts a massage, cupping them with both hands and giving them a firm rub. Their arms were thin with a little tone in them. Their hands were small with evenly cut fingernails. Their thighs were nice and thick. They had a little muscle to them as well. He gave them a firm squeezing and rub down, feeling their femoral arteries as well. His hands went swiftly down to their legs. They were thin, with some muscle in their calves as well. Andy moved on to their feet. They were nice and smooth. He gently caressed them and ran his fingers through their toes. Their nails were nice and and evenly cut. Their pubic hair were shaven clean. He spread open their vaginas with his fingers, showcasing some nice, pink, tender flesh. He rubbed their clits in a circular motion, then slowly stuck in a couple fingers inside for a few seconds. No foul odors was to be detected.

Next he checked their blood flow. He took out a Doppler and some gel. He poured a bit of gel on the doppler and some on their stomachs. He massaged the gel across their whole stomach. Their bellies were glistening with the surgical lights above making them shine. He moved the Doppler all across their abdomen and found no issues with their blood flow there.

“Okay, they seem to be pretty healthy. Time to start the experiments.” Andy said, as he gathered some ECG leads. He placed 3 leads on both of the girls’ chests. He turned on the heart monitors and connected the leads to them. Their hearts were beating at a normal, steady rhythm around 70 beats per minute. Dr. Andy was ready to start some testing. He walked to his lab and grabbed some syringes and some test tubes and bottles filled with various solutions.

He came back in to the operating room with a box and a mischievous smile on his face. From the box he pulled out a syringe and a bottle of orange liquid. He stuck the needles into the bottle and filled them with the orange serum. He took a couple of alcohol wipes and cleaned up the girls’ arms. He lined up the syringes at their arms. He injected both of the women simultaneously. He quickly bandaged up their injection site and waited for a reaction. In about 30 seconds, he started to notice some changes to their body. Both of them started to develop some tone in their abs. Their biceps and forearms became much more muscular than they were were before. Their thighs became much thicker and more defined. Their heart rates now hovered around 100 beats per minute.

After a minute had passed, their muscular transformation had peaked. Bulging arms had replaced their previously small size. Their legs and thighs were now extremely thick. Their stomach now donned a chiseled six pack and their breasts had grown from an average size to a much larger size.

Their heart rates started to shoot up to dangerous conditions. They were pumping furiously around 180 beats per minute. Their previously limp bodies started to twitch. It started as a couple muscle spasms and quickly escalated to full blown seizing. Dr. Andy pressed a button on the wall to contact help.

“Hello? Any nurses available?” Andy asked to everyone in the medical area of his headquarters.

“Yes, there are seven nurses on duty right now!” A nurse responded.

“Okay great! I need two nurses and two crash carts in the operating room, stat! Two of my test subjects are crashing!” Andy explained to them.

“We will be there in a moment, sir!”

Ten seconds later, the doors to the OR flung open and a bang was heard when the doors hit the wall. Two nurses appeared rushed in with fully loaded crash carts. Both were pretty busty and had long, brown hair. The one on the left left wore glasses. The one on the right had a small burn mark on her right cheek.

“Nurse Angel, start working on the girl on the left. I’ll work on the girl on the right. Nurse Hannah, help us with the supplies and equipment.” Andy ordered.

Everyone got to work hastily. Both Andy and Angel started compressions on the girls. Angel did chest compressions on Xi, while Dr. Andy did stomach compressions on Mira. Xi’s breasts jiggled with each pump from the nurse. Mira’s firm stomach was being harshly pushed in by the force of Andy’s strong hands. After a couple rounds of compressions, they used an ambu bag on them. Both of their still bodies rose and fell gently with each puff of the ambu bag. Their bellies expanded and contracted slowly with air. After that, they continued compressions, but switched methods. Xi was now being given stomach compressions and Mira received chest compressions. Angel was pumping Xi’s rock hard abs, while Andy was compressing Mira’s huge chest.

Nurse Hannah prepped the defibrillators and gel while keeping everything nice and tidy. She observed the scene and made sure everyone had quick access to their tools and equipment.

After another round of compressions, Dr. Andy looked up at the monitors above him. He saw two weak, unsteady pulses that were keeping the two alive. Audible alarms started sounding, indicating an irregular heartbeat.

“Okay, we got v-fib on the monitors! Let’s shock them at 100 joules.” Dr. Andy said to Nurse Angel.

“Understood” Angel responded.

Both of them grabbed the paddles and cranked the knob on the machine to 100J. They were already gelled up by Nurse Hannah.

“Charging” both of them said, rubbing the paddles together.

​Angel placed the paddles in the middle of Xi’s breasts and on the side of her left tit. Andy places the paddles in the center of Mira’s chest and on her right breast.

“Clear!” Both exclaimed, warning everybody to stand back.

Mira and Xi’s bodies twitched from the shock. Their breasts jiggled slightly as the electricity surged through their chest. Dr. Andy looked back up at the monitors. Both of them had a fast, erratic heartbeat around 160 beats per minute.

“Still irregular. Charge up to 200 joules and shock em’ again!” Dr. Andy ordered.

Both turned their dials up and charged the paddles. Mira and Xi still appeared lifeless on the tables. They only had a short amount of time left. Their chests gleamed from the conductive gel. They were getting more pale by the minute.

After the defibrillators were done charging, both Dr. Andy and Nurse Angel placed the paddles back on the girls.

“Clear!” Both said, announcing the next shock.

The girls torsos jump slightly. Their backs arched up for a second as the higher level of energy coursed through them. Their breasts bounced greatly as their bodies slammed backed down on the tables. Moans could be heard from both of the girls. The shock had helped them regain their consciousness. The monitors showed a fast, but normal sinus rhythm and the alarms had now gone quiet.

“My girls have a normal rhythm now, but I think they are starting to wake up” Dr. Andy said, slightly panicking.

The girls coughed a bit, then looked around in confusion. Their blurry vision quickly became clear and they saw Dr. Andy right in front of them.

“Dr. Andy?” Both of the girls questioned.

“What are you doing with us? Where are we?” Mira asked, trying to make sense of what was going on.

Both girls started trying to get up. Their whole mission was to go after Dr. Andy. Before they could make any real moves, Nurse Angel and Dr. Andy found and grabbed anesthesia masks. They quickly put them on the girls and turned on the anesthesia tank in the cart. Within a few seconds, the girls went from flailing around to slowly falling back down on the operating table.

“Crisis averted.” Nurse Angel said.

“Thanks ladies for helping me with the .”

The girls were now asleep on the table. Dr. Andy and Nurse Angel secured their bodies in place with restraints at their wrists and ankles.

The effects of the super strength serum had now faded. The girls were no longer extremely muscular. Their breasts had shrunk back to their original size. It seems they had returned back to normal. Andy needed to work on making the serum work longer and put in less cardiac stimulants. The only thing left to do now was make sure the agents didn’t wake up and try to take down Dr. Andy again.

Dr. Andy walked into the laboratory next door to gather some brainwashing equipment. He took two syringes and two vials of a clear solution. He took them back into the operating room and started his final experiments for the day.

He filled the syringes with the clear solution. Inside the solution was a brainwashing fluid and a microchip. Andy hoped the solution would erase most of the girls’ memories and replace them with a mindset that made Dr. Andy their master. The microchip would be used as a tracking device to see where the girls were at all times.

Dr. Andy wiped the girls’ shoulders again with alcohol wipes. He took the syringes and injected both of them simultaneously, just like the first time. After patching up the injection site, he closely monitored the test subjects. So far, nothing strange had happened for a few minutes. He decided it would be a good idea to take them off of the anesthesia and let them recover. He turned the valves on the tanks of anesthesia and closed them tight. He took the tape off that was securing their masks in place and lifted them off their faces. He loosened the restraints keeping them in place, leaving them free. It was now time to wait until the anesthesia fully wears off and for them to wake up.

Dr. Andy and the nurses closely monitored the girls’ vitals. He worked on some more electronic ideas and chemicals for future experiments. The nurses stayed in the operating room just in case something happens so they can notify Andy. He checked in every so often to see if they woke up.

After a couple hours, Andy walked into the room to see how they were doing. That’s when the girls finally started to wake up. They slowly opened their eyes and started rubbing them. They looked around the room as their vision began to come back. Their EKGs looked pretty stable and hadn’t changed much since being down for a couple hours. As they observed the environment around them, they spotted Dr. Andy and kept a relaxed face. He was a little scared about this experiment. He kept a taser on standby just in case they tried anything funny.

“Hello Master.” Mira said, in a calm normal voice.

“Do you have any work you need us to get done?” Xi asked, in a normal, slightly robotic tone.

“U-ummm...”

“...Not right now, but I will have some soon.” Dr. Andy said, in awe and confusion about what he just did to these women.

“Yes!!! I’ve done it! I’ve got two slaves for my mission. This feels strange, but it’s amazing as well.” Andy said quietly to himself. He was truly in shock about what he has created.

After a few moments of comprehending this situation, Dr. Andy suddenly got a great idea. He really enjoyed inspecting the girls when they were unconscious on the operating table. Wanting to do more of that, he asked the girls kindly if they could act unconscious for them.

“Hey ladies. I know this may seem a bit weird to ask you, but could you two lay back down on those tables and act like you are knocked out? I need to inspect your bodies a bit.”

“Okay Master!” Both of them said gladly. They then laid back down and closed their eyes.

Dr. Andy immediately got to work on inspecting them once more. This time, he went back and forth between the girls after he played with each part of their bodies.

He started by playing with their nice silky hair. He ran his hands through their hair and gently stroked it. Then he grabbed a penlight and checked both of their eyes again. Their pupils responded normally to the light. Both of them however, were struggling to keep them open with the bright light shining into their conscious eyes. Next, he moved on to their faces. He squished and rubbed Xi’s cheeks around. Her face was soft and smooth. He opened her mouth and saw bright white teeth and light pink gums. Her tongue was colored the same as her gums. He looked at Mira’s mouth too, seeing the same thing there as well. Shiny teeth, with clean gums and tongue. Both were blessed with lovely, luscious lips. As he was doing this, the girls were letting out soft, quiet sounds. Their faces were tensed up a bit as well. They were not used to doing this.

“Okay girls, I know you’re trying your best, but I think it’s best that I put you two to sleep. I’ll administer anesthesia through gas.” Dr. Andy said to them. He wanted total silence throughout his examinations.

“Good idea, Master.” Mira said to him.

Dr. Andy pulled out some supplies from a cabinet in the room. They were fresh new anesthesia masks and tubing. He attached the tubing to the masks and then connected them to the tanks of anesthesia used earlier. He then gently set a mask onto Xi’s face and secured it with some tape. He then quickly went over to Mira’s side and placed her mask on her face and taped it on. Next, he went in between their beds, where the tanks were.

“Ready?” Andy announced.

The girls nodded in response. He turns the valves open and lets in the anesthesia into the masks. In a matter of 30 seconds, the girls drifted off into a deep sleep. Andy was now alone with the women in complete peace.

He then resumed his examination. He started again by checking out their arms. He lifted Xi’s arms a bit, checking her radial pulse at the same time. They were soft and lean. He let her arms drop down. They hit the ground at a normal speed. Totally limp. He then checked out Mira’s arms, again playing with them, checking her pulse and playing with them. Her arms had slightly more muscle. He let them drop too. It made a little louder thump as it made contact with the table. Next thing to inspect was her torso.

Dr. Andy started with Mira. His hands gravitated to her chest. He began kneading her breasts like dough. They were nice and soft. He played with her nipples, twisting and turning them with his fingers. After that he moved onto Xi’s breasts. He again massaged them, giving them a firm rub, tweaking her nipples as well. They were magnificently elastic, bouncing beautifully as he played with them. His hands went down to her stomach. He gave it gentle compressions. He gave her a massage around her navel, then proceeding to spread her belly button a bit. He enjoyed very second of this. He then started on Mira’s belly. He carefully rubbed down and squished her stomach. He poked and prodded at her navel, gently massaging it too. After that, it was time for the lower body.

He began with their thighs, giving them a firm squeezing. They were nice and thick, being smooth to the touch. He quickly gave their thin, but strong legs a little rub. He ran his hands down their legs to their feet. Their feet were nice and light colored, being a little red at the bottom. Their toenails were well pedicured. He gave their feet a little massage treatment, running his fingers between their toes as well. Now he moved on to their vaginas. He spread them open simultaneously  with two fingers. Their lips were normal with a slight puff to them. He stuck a couple fingers inside and started rubbing them around inside. After he took them out, there was a noticeable amount of juice on his gloves. He took them off and put on a new, dry pair. The only thing left to do now was examine her backside.

Dr. Andy went up and shut the valves to the anesthesia tanks closed. He took off the girl’s masks, knowing it would probably be a couple hours before they woke up. He lifted up Mira and turned her around. Her back was now facing up. Andy did the same with Xi. Now he could properly check their backside.

He looked at Xi’s back, seeing a healthy spine with nothing unusual to see. He gave her a back massage, firmly rubbing from the top to the bottom. He approached Mira and saw a nice, perfect back as well. He gave her a similar massage moving from the upper back to the lower back. Both had smooth, warm skin there. From that, he starting looking at her butts. He gave Mira’s ass a firm kneading like he did with her breasts. He did the same to Xi as well. Both butts were smooth and slick. They were nice and tender, jiggling vigorously with gentle slaps. Down he went, moving to her thighs again. Grabbing Xi’s thighs firmly, he gave them a little rubbing. Mira’s thighs were given a firm rub as well, releasing a little built-up tension. Down to their calves, he gave them a soft stroking. To their heels, he rubbed them up in a circular motion, relieving them of some pain from daily training. He then ran his hands down the soles of their feet, applying gentle pressure to them. After that, he was satisfied with his examination of them. He turned the women around and laid them back down to how they were positioned before. He then called a nurse to watch them until they woke up. They would be shown the rest of the lab the next day. It was time for Dr. Andy to rest.

On that day, that night. His plan to take over the government advanced a step. He plans to work a lot more on his minions and take them along on his missions. The possibilities with his new members seem endless. He went to bed, hoping the next morning, he could get to know his new henchmen even stronger, smarter and overall just better. The girls slept next door, waiting for the next orders from Dr. Andy.

THE END

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A rogue storm had her presumed dead and stranded on the red planet. Left on her own, astronaut Aelin Galathynius has four years to make it to the next drop-site, some two thousand miles. Armed with her smarts and dwindling supplies, Aelin attempts to survive on an inhospitable planet, when the nearest help is only millions of miles away.

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The young man – boy, really – was sleeping on the love seat in his office, snoring ever so slightly.

Vaughan Kuāutli popped his head in the open door and rapped his knuckles against the doorframe, “Luca?” The sleeping boy simply snored and smacked his lips together. Vaughan sighed and said louder, “Luca, wake up. RPL needs the probe courses.”

Luca sprang up, his mop of unruly hair facing every which way. “Oh, hey, Vaughan.” He stumbled to his feet, yawning as he made his way to his desk and computer, where graphics of the course projection were spinning around. He grabbed an opened can of some energy drink and chugged the rest, crushing the can in his hand and tossing it into the wastebasket. He missed.

Vaughan didn’t blink an eye, knowing this was normal behaviour for the son of Malakai Scéalaí. Despite the fact that he was TNSB legacy, Luca had worked harder than anyone he knew to get here, where he held the position of astrodynamicist. The boy was near genius status. “I know we’re coming at this from the wrong way, but we can’t commit to launch dates with these many unknowns.”

Luca waved his hand as he sat down in his wheeled chair, nearly missing it. Why did I let him get a wheeled chair, Vaughan thought. There’s so many things that could go wrong. “It’s fine. All twenty-three models will take four-hundred and four days to reach Farnor. They only slightly vary in thrust duration and fuel requirement is almost identical.”

His boss entered the messy room. Messy might have been an understatement. Vaughan thought that ‘biohazard’ was fitting for Luca’s office/bedroom - he ended up spending the night here more often than not. “Four-hundred and four days. Not a good launch window, huh?” His eyes roved over the calculations.

Luca snorted, “It’s terrible. Like, it’d almost be easier to…” his chestnut-brown eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up behind his floppy fringe.

“Almost easier to what?”

Luca got to his feet slowly, looking as though he’d seen a ghost, “I need more RedBull. And coffee.” Honestly, it was a miracle Luca hadn’t dropped dead from cardiac arrest yet.

“Almost easier to what?” Luca was too lost in his head and scrambled for the door, pushing Vaughan out of the way. Vaughan stared after him, “You do remember that I’m your boss, right?”

The only indication Luca gave that he heard him was a thumbs-up over his head and then he disappeared around the corner.

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“Am I reading this right, five-hundred million?”

Sartaq nodded, looking like he was about to drop dead right on the carpeted floor of his office. “Yes, sir, that’s correct.”

Weylan’s brows rose, the only indication of his shock and he turned his gaze from the screen to the table in front of him, Manon and Asterin somber on the other side. “And now for the expensive question, where’s your team at?”

“…we’re behind.” Sartaq said, sounded defeated. “If I had fifteen more days, I could get it done.”

“All right. Say I can get you fifteen days, then… what? It’s thirteen to mount the probe?”

The RPL director tilted his head to the side a few times, “It actually only takes three days to mount the probe. I can get that down to two and the other ten are for inspections.”

Weylan drummed his fingers on his briefing folder, contemplating something. “How often do those tests present a problem?”

Everyone froze and Manon asked, her voice almost aghast, “Are you saying we don’t do the inspections?”

“Right now, I’m asking how often they present a problem. Sartaq?”

The exhausted man looked nervous and almost as if he resented saying, “One in twenty, but that’s still grounds for countdown halt. Weylan, we can’t take that chance.”

“If you have a safer way, by all means, tell me. Anybody?” Nobody answered him and he nodded, “Right then. Manon, tell Dr. Towers to stretch Aelin’s rations four more days. She won’t like it, but it’ll get us to fifteen. Cancel the inspections.”

“Sir-“

“It’s on me, Gavriel. Sartaq, you have your two weeks. Get it done.”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

Aelin was standing by the microwave, watching her plate of food spin around and around until the machine beeped and she hastily grabbed the plate, hissing at the heat as she put it down on the counter. Meatloaf and potatoes. Again.

Grabbing her knife and fork, Aelin cut up the meatloaf, “So. I have to hold out here until the probe arrives with more food. This is what minimal calorie count looks like,” pointing to the meager plate, “standard issue ration.”

She snorted a laugh, “Usually, it’s three of these every day and now… one every three days.” The meatloaf was cut into thirds and she transported two of the pieces onto a separate plate. “This is today’s allotment. Which I get to supplement with potatoes. Which I am beginning to abhor, happy, TNSB? I watched my language. Anyways, I am beginning to loathe these things with the passion of seven billion million burning suns. I’ve been told to do this,” she cut her potato in half and put one of them on the plate with the meatloaf. “You know, I used to like Yrene Towers. Point is, ‘stretch the rations four more days’ is a real tit punch.”

She walked over to the desk, where there lay two white pills. Aelin sat down and crushed the pills with her knife. She looked to the computer camera, her eyes conveying just how done she was, “I ran out of ketchup three days ago.” Moving the crushed powder into a neat circle, she said, “So I’m dipping my potato in Vicodin and no one can stop me.”

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The energy in Mission Control was electric as they all waited for Manon’s signal. She slipped on her headset, “Mission Control, this is Flight Director Blackbeak. Begin launch status check.” This is where Manon was in her element and it was obvious to everyone around her.

“Roger that, Flight Director,” the Launch Control director answered. “Launch Control test is complete and we are ready.”

“This is Flight. We are a go for launch.”

The timer controller started its countdown, the robotic voice booming through Mission Control. “T-minus 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…”

Asterin paced behind Manon’s seat, praying as liftoff was announced and the rocket was launched from the holding hull.

The flight was clean and when Manon let go of a held-in breath, the room relaxed, all smiles and happy faces as the rocket flew high. But something changed.

“Flight, this is Guidance Control, we’re getting large shimmy in the tail.”

“No…” she whispered, shaking her head as the rocket began losing guidance and telemetry, absolutely powerless as it exploded right before their eyes.

The probe was gone and Weylan Darrow had just signed Aelin’s death certificate. 

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Kashin and Hasar Dalavtchai were in her office in Antica, watching the head of TNSB do an interview. The woman spat to her brother, “They forced our brother to skip inspections and now their astronaut is going to die.”

“Perhaps,” Kashin replied, sliding a document her way, “The Rukhin’s booster. We ran the numbers and it has enough fuel for a Farnor injection orbit.”

Hasar, the director of the Southern Continent National Space Administration, looked over the document thoughtfully, flipping through the pages, “And they haven’t approached us, why?”

“They don’t know. Father kept the booster technology classified.” It was one of the reasons Sartaq had left. He believed that all of their knowledge should be public access.

“Hm.” Hasar narrowed her eyes and stood up, walking to her office’s large floor-to-ceiling windows. “If we do nothing… the world will never know we could have helped.”

“Yes.” Kashin hid his satisfied grin. He knew what Hasar was thinking and agreed with her wholeheartedly. “If we give them the booster, we will be effectively cancelling The Rukhin.”

Hasar turned to him, her mind already made up. She was tired of her father’s secrecy. “We keep it between SCNSA and TNSB. An exchange between scientists…”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“Yes, we understand.” Manon watched Weylan where he was pacing on the phone, with whom she didn’t know. “Yes. Yes… thank you.”

He hung up the phone, relief flooding his face. Manon sat up from where she had been slouching in his office chair. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“Ok, Luca, you need to listen to me,” Vaughan said, serious as he rested his hands on the boy’s shoulders, trying to make him stop shaking. Mala save him, how much caffeine had he ingested? “These people run TNSB, do you understand? You need to be professional. They will not be as easy on you as I am, they don’t understand your thought pattern. And if they ask you to explain, do not, do not, let them know you think they’re stupid, alright?”

Luca nodded, trying to contain his bouncing. “I know, I know. I had some coffee, so I think I’m good to speak to the normies, boss man.” 

Vaughan just shook his head and whispered a prayer of protection as he herded the boy into the conference room, where Weylan Darrow, Asterin and Manon Blackbeak, and Gavriel Aryeh were.

Luca tripped over the threshold, sending his papers flying. Vaughan just hung his head and sat down beside Gavriel, “I’d like to introduce Luca Scéalaí, astrodynamicist.”

To his credit, Luca didn’t piss himself as Manon and Asterin helped him gather his papers, their sharp sharp nails shining. Gavriel rose a brow, “Scéalaí?”

“Um, yeah, my dad’s Malakai? He did some rover thing a while ago.” Luca shrugged, as if it was no big deal of one his fathers had built the first craft ever to reach Farnor. With a deep breath, he put a thick folder on the table. “This is it.”

“And what would that be, Luca?” Asterin questioned him, exchanging an amused glance with Manon. To Vaughan, it looked like two predators who found their next meal to be adorable.

“Oh, yeah, duh,” Luca slapped his forehead. “I can get The Lani back to Farnor by day five-sixty-one.”

That had everyone in the room choking and shooting up. “What,” Manon breathed, eyes wide. “How?”

Luca looked around the room, spying a half-empty mug of coffee which happened to be Gavriel’s. He snatched it up and chugged the contents, to the half-horrified audience. “Ok, let’s pretend that this is The Lani and you…” he pointed at Weylan, moving his finger to indicate the man to his feet, “sorry, what’s your name?”

“Weylan. I’m the director of TNSB.”

“Oh, deadass? That’s sick, man, but anyways, you’re Farnor and you,” he pointed at Asterin who eagerly stood, relishing the chaotic way that the meeting was going, “you’re Earth. So, right now The Lani is beginning the month-long de-acceleration to enter into Earth’s orbit, yeah?” He walked the mug towards Asterin, who was shaking with her attempts to control her laughter as he made a rocket noise with his mouth and slowed with every step. Vaughan closed his eyes and groaned quietly. “But what I’m proposing…,” Luca walked faster to Asterin. He froze, looking around for something. Without a care, Luca jogged back to Weylan and plucked a pen out of his breast pocket, hurrying back to Asterin. “This is The Rukhin, alright?”

He bopped the pen off her head, causing Manon to cackle, and dumped it in the mug, “We grab whatever provisions we need and now we’re speeding up, like, nyoom, and we fly around Earth and kinda, I guess, slingshot back to Farnor.” He puttered back to Weylan, making more rocket noises.

Luca hovered the mug over Weylan’s head, “But now we’re going too fast to slow down so we do a flyby.”

“How?”

Vaughan spoke up, “By using The Crone’s FAV.”

Luca snapped his fingers and pointed at his boss, “Yes, that. I did the math. It checks out.”

“Luca?”

“Yeah?” He turned to face Weylan.

“Get out.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea, I need some coffee anyway,” Luca mumbled, leaving his things scattered about the room. “Deuces, dudes and dudettes.” 

Weylan turned to Gavriel and Vaughan. “So is he right?”

“Yes, he is,” Vaughan replied. “His math is correct; the boy is a genius. Crazy, space-cadet, can barely take care of himself, but a genius.”

“And we need to use The Rukhin?”

“Yes, sir.”

Asterin frowned, “Am I missing something?”

Manon nodded, “There’s only one booster. And both plans require it.”

“What about The Lani crew? Luca’s proposal adds…” she did the math in her head, “five-hundred and thirty-three days to their mission.”

“They wouldn’t hesitate,” Manon said, standing up and seething, because she knew what Weylan was leaning towards. “Not for a second. That’s why you made this meeting a secret, isn’t it?” she accused him, meeting his eyes until he looked away. “You want us to decide.”

Weylan nodded.

“You gods-damned coward. It should be Commander Salvaterre’s decision and you know it.”

“It’s a matter of life and death, Manon.”

“He’s the Mission Leader, life and death matters are his decisions.”

Gavriel interrupted the fight before it could escalate, “Can The Lani even do that?”

“Yes,” Vaughan said, “it was built to do all the Three-Faced Goddess missions, so it’s not even two-thirds through it’s lifespan.”

“But if something went wrong, we’d lose the crew.” Asterin furrowed her brow, fighting between siding with Manon, who she agreed with, or with Weylan, who’s option was safer. “So… what? We either have a high chance of killing one person or a low chance of killing six? How do we make that decision?”

“We don’t. Weylan does.”

All eyes turned to him and they waited for what seemed like an eternity before, “We still have the chance to bring home five astronauts. Safe and sound.”

“Let them make that decision,” spat Manon, murder in her eyes. Weylan was grateful for the table separating them, not that it would be a hindrance to her if she tried anything.

“Manon. We’re going with option one.”

She made a disgusted sound and looked around the room. No one dared to meet her eye, not even Asterin. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves.”

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Aelin trudged up the hill to the solar panels, getting ready to scrub them clean. Again.

As she crested the small incline, she paused. No. She couldn’t do it anymore. 

Without another thought, she sat down, staring at the crimson sun.

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Nox was sitting before his computer, tracking Aelin’s course. Gavriel was next to him and wondered aloud, “Where is she going?” She would walk for three-hundred metres in one way, pause for ten minutes and repeat the process in another direction. “RPL didn’t ask her to do this, what is it?”

“I don’t know, oh… she’s at the rover, incoming data dump… what is this, Chem analysis, batch 1A-17A?”

Realization dawned on Gavriel and admiration coursed through him. “She’s finishing the mission.”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“We evac’d on day eighteen of thirty-one, which means we still have thirteen days of labs to do.” Aelin crushed up a rock sample, “Commander Salvaterre, your work’s in good hands. Whitethorn… um… I really have no understanding of chemolithotrophic detection. Did I say that right? Anyway, I’m doing my best. Faliq, I know you hate it when I touch the ChemCam but guess what? You left me on a desolate planet, you’re not allowed to get mad at me. Lochan,” she carefully tapped the fine powder into a container and screwed the lid on tightly, labeling it with a black marker, “I got a new cataloguing system that you’ll really like. As for Marama’s jobs… there are none. Really, I don’t know why we even brought you along.”

Aelin sighed through her nose, “I know keeping everything organized and ordered isn’t my strong suit but I want it to all make sense for later. Maybe you can teach it in a class, the Galathynius syllabus. ‘How to make water out of rocket fuel’ or ‘how to grow plants on a planet with no living organisms’, I don’t know, but be creative with it, please. I refuse to have my name attached to some boring class.”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide was sitting in her bunk, muttering curses at her computer when it wouldn’t let her load the attachment’s from Lysandra’s email. Eventually, she gave up and called Nesryn over the radio, “Nessie darling, can I bother you?”

“Yep, what is it?”

“There’s this email from Lys, subject line: Your Bachelorette Party. I can’t open the attachments, it’s all this code.”

“Ok, well, bring it to me and I’ll see what I can do. I’m in the rec room.”

“Copy that, on my way.”

It only took a few minutes for Elide to float her way to Nesryn. She may have been distracted by her fiancé and his lips for a short while, but that was a moot point as she slid down the ladder and walked to where Nesryn was stretching on the floor. “Hey.”

Nesryn reached out for the laptop, looking like a young child on Yulemas morning, “Gimme gimme.” She lived to solve computer problems. Elide chuckled and sat down on the floor next to her friend as she worked. “Huh. These aren’t JPGs. It looks like plain TSCII files. Math equations, does this make any sense to you?” She angled the computer screen to Elide.

“’Luca Scéalaí Maneuver.’ Yeah, it’s a course maneuver for The Lani…” As the navigator for the mission, Elide tried to make sense of the equations, one phrase sticking out to her. “Day five-sixty-one. Oh, my gods. Nes, bless you, I could kiss you right now!” 

Without another word, Elide jumped up and hurried to the radio, her voice blasted through every speaker on the ship, “This is Lochan, emergency meeting in the rec room, ASAP.”

Nesryn stood up, bewildered, “E, what is it?”

“Just wait, I’ll explain everything.”

Soon after, the boys had made their way to the worktable and Elide told them everything.

They sat in shock. Fenrys was the first to speak, “Would this really work?”

Elide nodded, “Yeah, I ran the numbers. It checks out.” Respect flooded her eyes, an excited gleam that Lorcan hadn’t seen in months. “It’s a brilliant course.”

“So why all the cloak and dagger,” Rowan asked, the ink on his face scrunching as he wrinkled his brow.

“TNSB rejected the idea. They want to put a big risk on Ae as opposed to a small risk on us,” Lorcan spat, indignation in his tone, “whoever snuck it into E’s email obviously disagrees.”

“So, we’re talking about going against TNSB’s orders?”

“Uh-huh. If we do the maneuver, they’ll have to send a provisional probe. We’d be forcing their hand.”

“Are we gonna do it?” Nesryn asked, a determined tilt to her chin.

Lorcan sighed and spread his hands, “Look, if it were up to me, we’d already be on our way.”

Fenrys’ eyes narrowed in confusion, “I’m confused. You’re Mission Leader, isn’t it your decision?”

“Not this time,” Elide answered for Lorcan. “TNSB expressly rejected the plan.”

“We’re talking about mutiny,” Lorcan said and that was not a word any of them used lightly. “We either all do this together, or not at all. Before you answer,” he leaned forward, looking everyone in the eye, “think of the consequences. If we mess up the supply, we die. If we mess up the gravity assist, we die. Even if we do everything perfectly, we still had five hundred and thirty-three days to our mission. Five hundred and thirty-three days without seeing our families. Five hundred and thirty-three days of unplanned space travel.”

“Sign me up.”

Everyone let loose a dry chuckle and Lorcan turned to Fenrys, “Slow down there, pup. You and me? We’re military. Chances are, we get down there and they’ll court marshal us.” Fenrys made a face. “As for the rest of you, I can guarantee, they’ll never let you back up here again.”

Now Rowan spoke up, “Say we say yes. How does this work?”

Everyone turned to Elide and she shrugged, “It’s really not that hard. I plot the course and execute it. No biggie.” A sly grin grew on her round lips. “Nes?”

“Remote override. But Mission Control can remotely pilot the ship.”

“You can’t disable it?”

“No, I can. I’d have to disable remote override on each control, which is tricky – I’d have to jump over a lot of code-“

“Just so everyone knows, Faliq’s hacker handle was ‘Mrs. Robot’ all through high school,” Elide cut in, cackling as Nesryn shot her a dirty look and then continued, daring anyone else to laugh.

“Lochan is a liar. And should keep our conversations private.” She paused. “I can do it.”

“This has to be unanimous. If anyone says no, we go home as planned.” Lorcan tapped the table, emphasizing his point, “But I vote yes.”

“I vote yes,” Fenrys said, drumming his fingers on the table.

Elide mused aloud, her face growing sad, “If we do this, it will be over nine hundred days of space travel. That’s enough space to last a lifetime.” She smiled at Lorcan as he rested his hand on her thigh and traced soothing circles with his thumb, not looking at anyone else as she said, “Yes.”

“Let’s go get our girl,” said Rowan, a glimmer of a smile on his lips.

And then there was one.

“Faliq?”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“Flight, CAPCOM.”

“Go CAPCOM.”

“Unscheduled status update from The Lani.”

“Roger. Read it out,” the night shift was much quieter than the day. Usually.

“It’s… just a single sentence, sir.”

“What? What’s it say?”

“Um… it says: ‘Perranth, be advised: Luca Scéalaí is one steely-eyed missile man.”

“Who is Luca Scéalaí?”

Alarms rang out around Mission Control. “Uh… Flight, Guidance.”

“Go Guidance.”

“The Lani is off course.”

That had him sitting up straighter in his chair and he leaned forward, “CAPCOM, tell Lani they’re drifting. Guidance, get a correction ready-“

“Negative Flight. They’ve adjusted course. Deliberate rotation.”

“What the hell? CAPCOM, ask Lani ‘what the hell’.”

“Roger Flight.”

“Guidance, calculate how long they can stay their course before it’s irreversible and someone figure out who in Hellas’ realm is Luca Scéalaí!”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

Manon entered Weylan’s office and he made her wait as he stayed staring out the window.

“Asterin will go to the media and tell them of TNSB’s decision to reroute The Lani to Farnor.”

“Seems like a smart move,” she said mildly, picking at her nails. “Is there a reason you called me in here?”

“You may have killed the whole crew.”

“Whoever sent that to them only passed along information that was their right in the first place. The crew decided to switch course.”

Weylan turned to her, his face red with fury as he hissed, “We are fighting the same war, Manon! Every time something goes wrong, the world forgets why we fly. I am trying to keep us airborne, this whole program, the reason everyone here gets up and goes to work every day is bigger than one girl!”

“She is not a girl. She is a grown woman; how dare you belittle her right now? Aelin Galathynius is braver than anyone on any planet. No one in this agency is not better or bigger than her,” Manon answered, her voice dripping with cool condescension for her boss. “Especially not you.”

He straightened. “Once this is over, I expect your resignation.”

She just laughed coldly, “Yeah, we’ll see about that, won’t we, Weylan?”

“Get out of my sight.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“Five hundred and thirty-three days extra? And you said yes to this?”

Fenrys was attempting to placate his wife’s rage through the computer, but he remained unapologetic, “I did. She would’ve done the same for me, Mia, you know that.”

Nehemia scowled at him and traced a hand over her swollen stomach, “You really think I am going to forgive you for this and knocking me up with your demon spawn before you left for a year and a half?” 

Fenrys grinned at her, “I do. Look at this face, no one can stay mad at me for long.” His grin was blinding and Nehemia sighed, pressing her lips together to suppress her grin. The smile won and Fenrys’ only grew wider, “There she is.” He didn’t think he liked anything more than seeing Nehemia smile like that at him. 

Nehemia lifted her hand to the screen and he mirrored her. “Bring her home.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

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Chaser - Downdraft (Part One)

Chapter Title: Downdraft

Series Summary: Storm chasing is your passion. You decided in high school to study atmospheric science and spend your life studying storms. An accident leads you to the Avengers compound. A mother hen Tony Stark, a confused and concerned supersoldier, and some meddling friends, life is taking a new and unexpected turn.

Part Summary: You and your team head out to track a storm, putting you on a collision course with danger. 

Features: Storms and storm chasing, incorrect science

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes/Reader

Notes:  In this part, we’re introduced to reader and her ragtag team of storm chasers. We also see a bit more of her relationship with Tony. We haven’t met Bucky yet. 

Word Count: 1866

Log #15042018

Location: Lynchburg, Virginia 

Downdraft (n.) - “a column of cool air that sinks toward the ground. It is most often accompanied by rain.” 

The air was heavy with the promise of a storm. You knew the conditions were perfect for tornado formation. Usually you didn’t venture too far to the east in the midst of tornado season but you’d been tracking the storm system and knew the potential for fireworks was there.

For as long as you could remember, you were obsessed with the weather. Your mother would recall how you could tell it was going to storm without ever looking at a radar map when you were a child. You almost wondered if you had some kind of mutation. It was an ability that persisted into adulthood. Your mother’s favorite story to tell was about how you begged her to go home one day when the weather was clear and rain wasn’t in the forecast. Three hours later a storm rolled in that knocked out power for most of the town and brought down some of the bigger trees. 

“What’s the game plan, Twister?” Sheridan asked you. Casey Sheridan was one of your partners in the field. The man was a trained first responder, volunteering back home with the local EMS. You had a small team assembled, all with the goal of studying storm systems to advance the science communities understanding of them.

“Thanks to our generous benefactor, we don’t have to pull a Jo Thornton and get right up with the tornado. The AI system will control the flight of the probes into the tornado and give us perhaps the most comprehensive data to date. The more storms we do this with, the more complete the data set becomes. Even if the probes become damaged entirely, the data will hopefully transmit. They have a home base they’ll return to and enough energy for a three day trip. Thanks to Stark we have them,” you explained. 

“I hate that we work for a billionaire,” Deacon grumbled. No one was fully sure of what Deacon’s real name was. You knew it because you hired him. He adopted his nickname from Fallout 4 and stuck with it.

“We don’t work for him Deacon. We’re an independent group of scientists with funding from Stark Industries…there’s a difference,” you argued. He raised an eyebrow in your direction.

“Potay-to, Potah-to, Twister. Stark pays our bills, and I for one say, eat the rich,” Deacon replied. You shook your head at him. 

“Well when you’re done plotting how you’re going to overthrow the bourgeoisie, I need you to finish a last check on the probes, Deacon. You know. Your job,” you said. You saw him roll his eyes and laughed to yourself. 

You had two modes of transport. The van followed the pickup truck. The probes would be launched from your truck closer to the tornado. All you had to do was press a button on a remote you had in the cab of the truck. It was the first time the probes were going to be used. Up until then, your research had depending on distance analysis and observing the damage after a storm.

“National Weather Service just issued a tornado warning. It’s go time. Radar indicated rotation about two miles south,” Cody said. She was your eyes and ears on almost everything. She and Casey worked together tracking the radar and any warnings. Your main job was ensuring your team stayed safe and analyzing the data that came in. 

You had a degree in meteorological and atmospheric sciences. It was your passion. You had graduated from Cornell and had your master’s, with a dream of getting your PhD eventually. Your encounter with Tony Stark had changed your life for the better. 

Anxiety was setting in as you and your team headed south toward Lynchburg. You had a good idea of where the tornado would touch down based on the radar imaging. Cody and Casey remained in the van with Deacon driving. You were on your own in the pickup. You always worried going into a storm. About your safety. About the safety of your team. It was only natural.

“FRIDAY what’s the radar looking like?” you asked the AI as you drove. Tony had outfitted your truck with access to FRIDAY. You argued at first but she was helpful in a pinch. He had done a lot to add protection to your truck and the van. You knew he worried about you, which still shocked you. 

“There is rotation approximately a half mile south,” she said. You nodded to yourself, and opened up the comms, another gift from Tony.

“We’re about a half mile out. There’s definite upward motion on that cloud up ahead. Pull off to the left coming up. We don’t want to get too close to this thing,” you said.

“Rain. We need to be ready to move. If this thing is rain wrapped,” Cody said her voice trailing off. 

“Looks like we’ve got touch down. I’m deploying the probes. FRIDAY’s sensors will guide them toward the tornado,” you said as you pressed the button. You watched as the probes flew off toward the storm, praying they worked. When confirmation came from the team you had silent moment of celebration.

“Twist, I think we gotta go, this thing is going to come up toward us and we don’t want to get caught out,” Casey said.

“Copy, Sheridan. Let’s continue moving to the south. We can avoid running into it and still gather images. Keep your eyes up Deacon, you never know when something will pop up,” you said. 

You drove forward, keeping an eye on the storm as you tracked it’s path, doing your best to judge what a safe distance was. You didn’t expect the debris that knocked into the truck that made you swerve off the road and flip. 

——————————————————————————————————–

Tony was pacing around the lab. Bruce was doing his best to reassure Tony. Most of the team had never met you, but Bruce had. Your innate curiosity always managed to turn things around and diffuse the tension when Bruce and Tony would argue.

“We have a problem,” FRIDAY said, breaking the tense silence.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, trying not to sound panic.

“Sensors in her truck indicate that there was an impact and the truck has flipped on its side,” FRIDAY said.

“Is she alert?” Tony asked.

“In and out, sir. I will patch you in to their comms,” the AI said. Tony knew as soon as he was patched in.

“Status report,” Tony said.

“Christ Stark a little warning,” Sheridan snapped.

“Noted. Now, status report,” Tony said.

“A piece of debris hit the pick up. We were about one hundred feet back. She went careening off the side of the road and the truck flipped. EMS ETA is about ten minutes. She’s been in and out of consciousness but there doesn’t seem to be major external injury,” Cody replied. 

It didn’t take Tony long to get to Virginia, not with a quinjet. He was grateful to have Helen Cho on his payroll now, because as soon as you were stable, you were going to the compound, no arguments. There were few people Tony cared about on a deeper level. You were one of them. 

“Kid’s in surgery, but the doctors think she’ll be fine,” Tony said. He called Pepper as soon as he had news.

“She won’t be happy about being dragged to the compound,” Pepper pointed out.

“Tough. She needs to recover, not be out on the next chase. Her team agrees. They’re all going on vacation to be with their families, no argument. She needs to rest. And we both know she won’t do that if she’s not at the compound,” Tony said.

“You’re on your own then. Because we both know she’s not going to like it,” Pepper said. Tony sighed. 

“She’ll be on board when I give her free reign of the lab,” Tony said.

After talking to Pepper it was a waiting game.Tony had to pull serious strings to be able to see you. Your family was hours away and they weren’t going to come. He knew that. If you were awake, you’d know that. It had been that way for a long time. Another reason Tony worried about you, why he looked out for you. 

“Hey kiddo,” he said once you were awake. 

“Tony?” you asked, your voice raspy. 

“Yeah. You had a bit of an accident,” he said. He watched your expression change as the memory of what happened came back. You groaned. He wasn’t sure if it was in pain or annoyance.

“How’s the truck?” you asked. He snorted. 

“I’m having it brought back up to New York. Too much Stark Tech in that thing to let it go to a salvage yard,” he said.

“So it’s totaled?” you asked.

“Afraid so, kiddo. Gert is no more,” he said. You had named the truck, something that amused Tony to no end. 

“And the others?” you asked.

“They’re fine. A little shaken, but fine.  The van’s coming back up to the compound too while you recover. Your team is taking time off too. Visiting their families,” he said. You looked at him. He knew an argument was brewing. It was prime time for tornado season. You didn’t want to miss it.

“Tony,”  you started to say. He shook his head.

“Kid, you broke your leg. You’re down for the season. You need to rest and recover,” he said.

“But you have that cradle thing,” you argued.

“That we only use for life threatening injuries or if we desperately need someone back in the field. There’s no shame in letting things heal the old fashioned way,” he said. 

“I need to be back out there,” you argued.

“No. You need to rest. Your team needs time to rest. They thought you were a goner, kid. You’re lucky it seems to only be a minor concussion and a broken leg,” Tony retorted. A nurse soon came in, ending the standoff between the two of you. It wasn’t long before you were being brought up to the roof, where a quinjet was, and loaded in to be brought to the compound. Tony hadn’t come alone.

“Romanoff, meet Jo Thornton. I think you two will be spending a lot of time together,” Tony said. You glared at him.

“That’s not my name,” you snapped before offering your real name up. Tony had a habit of calling you by the name of the main character from Twister. You preferred the nickname Twister or Twist, if for no other reason than it being the nickname of a character from Rocket Power.

“Well, you know what they say Dorothy. There’s no place like home,” Natasha said as the aircraft began making its descent. Tony had opted to pilot it, leaving you to get acquainted with Natasha. You had a feeling she was one of the people Tony was going to rope into looking after you. 

You allowed yourself to relax and drift off into a light sleep, dreaming of your next chase and the thrill that came with it. 

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Changes in Time and Space - Chapter 3 - Part I: The SGC

Chapter 3: Twelve and the Stargate

Part I – The SGC

1 February 2007

It was a normal day at Stargate Command; as normal as a day could get at a US Air Force installation with an interstellar portal device anyway. Everyone had their duties to attend to at the base and nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. The scanners had a few blips, but nothing too severe; this was to be expected with the base hidden under a mountain.

“Unscheduled Off-World Activation!” The claxon was blaring and the Stargate’s Iris closed; everything was going as per protocol. Then the incoming wormhole opened...

“Receiving SG1’s IDC,” Harriman reported while tending to the console.

“Open the Iris,” General Hank Landry commanded, his eyes never faltered from the portal.

Harriman pressed his palm to the reader and the Iris opened in just over a second. After a few seconds SG1 came through, stepping onto the platform one by one.

“Report to debriefing,” Landry said, once they had all emerged and the gate shut down.

“Yes, General,” Colonel Cameron Mitchell replied.

Things were not routine for much longer. Shortly after SG1 had emerged from the gate a reverberating grinding sound was heard. They immediately saw the source, as a box resembling a 1950’s London Police Box phased in and out with the reverberation and eventually solidified. SG1 and the Gate room guards were startled. They raised their weapons.

“What’s that?” Mitchell asked as he prepared for anything that might have come next.

“Unknown, sir.”

“What do you think is in there?” Mitchell asked as he approached what looked like a door on the box.

“It could be anything, Sir,” Colonel Samantha Carter pointed out as she followed.

“It could be a trap, ColonelMitchell,” Teal’c said.

The team paid attention as the door of the box opened. A tall brown haired man emerged from the blue box, immediately followed by a younger female companion with ear length dark blonde hair. The latter was startled by the appearance of the team, but quickly regained control of her expression.

Mitchell immediately raised his P90. “Don’t move! Identify yourself!”

“I am the Doctor, and this is my travelling companion, Tamsin Davis,” the Doctor said with a gesture to his companion.

“How did you penetrate this base?” Teal’c asked, flatly.

The Doctor looked at the symbol on Teal’c’s forehead. “Interesting Ornamentation. Is it of cultural significance?”

Teal’c stared at the Doctor.

The Doctor stared back.

“It signifies servitude to a false god,” Teal’c intoned in his usual near-monotone voice.

“Interesting,” the Doctor said.

“How did you penetrate this base with that box device?” Carter asked, her natural curiosity showing.

The Doctor hesitated. “I would be more inclined to answer if there were not so many guns pointed in my direction,” he pointed out. “Take me to your leader.”

Mitchell and Teal’c both rolled their eyes at the cliché. Mitchell didn’t really expect it to be said.

“Follow me,” Dr. Daniel Jackson directed. He lead the way out of the gate room, followed by Mitchell and Teal’c.

Tamsin nervously ran her hand through her hair. ‘He doesn’t seem that military,’ she thought. She and the Doctor followed the soldiers toward the left hand door.

Inside the TARDIS, Felicia Lovell and Kiara Asheru had been watching the view screen. “That was surprising,” Felicia indicated.

“What was?” Kiara asked. She turned and leaned toward the console to get a better look, sending her dark brown, minibraided, pigtails down the front of her torso.

“Usually Americans take us prisoner quicker than that!” Felicia emphasised, remembering the few times that they had run into American military forces.

“Maybe they are different in this universe?” Kiara asked, as she flicked one of her pigtails over her shoulder. ‘Tyria may not exist either!’ she thought.

“A good point,” Felicia conceded, as she ruffled her chin-length, light brown, hair.

“And now to wait for the Doctor to give us the all clear,” Kiara pointed out as she turned to Tamsin.

“Yes.”

“We’ll be bored.”

“We can use the scanner to investigate the base,” Felicia said. She knew that the scanner could probably see all of it, depending on how large it was.

“Good idea.”

Felicia’s phone rang. She grabbed it and answered it, seeing who the call was from. “It’s Tamsin, we can listen in on the briefing.”

Kiara sat down at the console as Felicia put her phone on speaker and placed it there. “That’s good.”

Felicia switched on the scanner as she started listening to the briefing. She looked at the diagram of the SGC that had appeared on the screen. “It appears that we are at least 28 floors underground.”

“If you want to keep something secret, put it underground,” Kiara observed, remembering that many criminal organisations on Tyria put their headquarters in caves. She had certainly found many such in her adventures.

“Certainly.”

“It’s beginning.”

Felicia increased the volume on the phone.

After entering, SG-1 and General Landry sat opposite the Doctor and Tamsin in the briefing room.

Landry leaned towards the Doctor and started by asking “So you say that blue box is your ship?”

“Yes,” the Doctor answered, after a second’s hesitation.

“Rather small for a ship isn’t it?” Daniel asked with a glance of slight confusion.

The Doctor remained silent, glaring at the archaeologist.

“It’s bigger in the inside than the outside,” Tamsin explained, after a minute of awkward silence. She felt that someone had to answer.

“What?” Landry asked.

The Doctor gave Tamsin a brief glare before turning back to SG1. “It’s dimensionally transcendental.”

“What does that mean?” Daniel asked, with similar confusion to before.

“You mean that the door to the box opens perpendicularly into a different dimension to the regular three dimensions of space, allowing for more space in the box than physics would normally allow?” Carter asked excitedly.

‘You’re good. I couldn’t understand it. I still can’t understand it,’ Tamsin thought with a wry expression.

“To put it crudely, yes,” the Doctor conceded as he gave Carter a slight look of annoyance.

Mitchell turned to Teal’c “Tell me you didn’t understand a word of that?”

Teal’c raised an eyebrow and stated, “I didn’t understand a word of that.”

“Thanks.”

“Neither did I,” Daniel added.

Landry turned back to the Doctor and asked. “But that doesn’t explain how the box managed to penetrate our defences. Isn’t the Gate Room supposed to be shielded against transporters?”

“It is, Sir, but the box obviously appeared via a different process,” Carter answered.

‘Evidently, yes,’ Tamsin thought.

“You’re good,” the Doctor stated.

“Thank you,” Carter replied.

“We only have their word for it,” General Landry said.

The Doctor didn’t like where this is going. “She’s correct,” he said, referring to Carter’s surmising.

“Are you saying we need to look inside that box?” Mitchell asked.

“Yes. Consider it an order,” Landry directed.

‘Great!’ Tamsin thought.

The Doctor sighed. “Wait a minute! Calm down. I am willing to allow your team to examine my ship. You only have to ask.” He didn’t want Landry to get any further riled up.

“Kiara, the Doctor is back with the soldiers,” Felicia observed, from where she was looking at the scanner.

“I’ll unlock the door,” Kiara decided. ‘At least the temporal grace field allows me to use my elementalist powers,’ she thought. She unlocked the door, and then stepped outside.

“Be ready if they try anything,” Felicia said.

Kiara took up position next to the door. “I’m ready now.”

“OK, some ground rules. Only two of the SG1 team are allowed in,” the Doctor explained. “And I’ll be asking about the purpose of this facility.”

“No,” Landry objected.

“Otherwise you will not know what is in that box,” the Doctor declared.

“Agreed,” General Landry said, after he had given the matter some thought.

“Colonel Mitchell and Dr. Jackson can follow me in,” the Doctor decided.

“Good,” Mitchell said.

“Why not myself?” Carter asked, looking surprised at the Doctor.

“He thinks you will be too curious,” Tamsin pointed out. ‘She’s definitely a military scientist,’ she thought.

“I’ll try to hold my enthusiasm in check,” Carter responded, as she longingly looked at the TARDIS.

The Doctor noticed her look. “No,” he objected.

“I won’t speculate too much,” Carter added.

“You wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”

“Agreed,” Landry added.

Carter nodded as the Doctor unlocked the TARDIS and gestured for Mitchell and Jackson to follow.

It took a while for Jackson and Mitchell to recover from their initial shock at the size of the TARDIS interior. The large roundled space was half the size of the Gateroom outside.

“This is amazing. This is definitely the product of a culture more highly advanced than the Lantians were or the Ori are,” Dr. Jackson said as he walked around the console room.He approached the console.

“Swell,” Mitchell said.

“Indications of wormhole activity,” the Doctor said, from the console.

“What did you say?” Mitchell asked.

“Wormhole activity. That round device in this room is a portal device isn’t it?” the Doctor asked, as he gestured to the image of the Stargate on the scanner screen.

“I’m not saying anything,” Daniel countered. He looked at Col. Mitchell.

“That’s classified,” Mitchell said.

“And my sensors are very advanced,” the Doctor countered. He looked at what the scanner had found out about the Stargate.

“He will get his answer,” Kiara maintained, from where she stood to the right of the two SG1 members.

“It is a Stargate. An artefact originally built by a culture who called themselves the Alterans and who later became the Lantians I mentioned,” Daniel lectured.

‘Interesting,’ Felicia thought.

“There are thousands of them across the galaxy,” Mitchell elaborated.

The Doctor thought for a few moments. “That sounds like something an advanced race would do,” he commented.

“So, you explore through the Stargate, looking for advanced technology?” Felicia asked, her eyebrows rising in surprise.

“That is part of it,” Daniel admitted.

“There is more, isn’t there?” the Doctor asked.

Mitchell lowered his sidearm and holstered it. ‘Not that shooting him would be a good idea anyway, he could certainly have a means of defense’ “Yes, there are aliens out there who want to conquer Earth. We defeat one interstellar Empire and we now have an intergalactic invasion to contend with,” he explained, his expression showed that he didn’t like the circumstances surrounding the invasion at all.

‘The more things change, the more they stay the same,’ Tamsin thought, with a wry expression.

“Interesting, I am not a native of this universe but I would like to know more,” the Doctor said, his expression showing his interest.

“Not of this universe?” Daniel asked, confused.

“Yes, there is a whole multiverse out there,” the Doctor pointed out.

“I know. I have been to two parallels,” Daniel said, as he remembered the incidents with the Quantum Mirror.

“Really?”Kiara asked, intrigued.

“Yes,” Dr. Jackson answered.

“The TARDIS can occasionally hop between universes, but not often,” the Doctor explained.

“TARDIS?” Colonel Mitchell asked. He looked around the room. He couldn’t see the name anywhere.

“That’s what the ship is called,” Kiara added.

“It means Time and Relative Dimension in Space,” Felicia said.

Mitchell was still confused “Time?” he asked.

“It travels through time as well as space,” Kiara elaborated as she took a step towards Mitchell.

“Definitely way more advanced than the Lantians,” Daniel said, and slight shake of his head.

“That is interesting, so your civilisation must be powerful in your universe?” Mitchell asked, curiously.

‘And they have only seen the console room!’ Kiara thought with a smirk on her face. She was sure that the Doctor didn’t want them to guess at the true scale of the TARDIS interior yet. She then considered what Mitchell had just asked. ‘You don’t know what you just asked...’

The Doctor frowned and didn’t answer. He evasively looked away.

Mitchell considered that what he asked had hit a tough spot. ‘Maybe he’s a renegade?’ he wondered.

“They are taking their time,” Landry complained, after ten minutes at passed. He gestured at the TARDIS.

“They could be looking at the various objects in the console room,” Tamsin explained with a look of slight annoyance.

“I would like to have a look,” Carter said enthusiastically, gesturing at the ship.

“If the Doctor lets you,” Tamsin pointed out.

“Can you trust him?” Landry asked, turning to Tamsin.

“Absolutely. Just don’t get on his bad side,” Tamsin said.

“Really? Is that all?” the general asked.

“Trust me! You don’t want to be on his bad side,” Tamsin emphasised, her voice slightly raised.

“That is not specific, TamsinDavis,” Teal’c objected as he turned towards her.

“You will know when you’re on his bad side,” Tamsin explained. An expression of slight fear and her voice showed that she was slightly intimidated by the Jaffa.

Teal’c raised his eye brows and glared at Tamsin.

“If you do something very unethical or hypocritical, you are likely to get on his bad side. Otherwise you’re fine,” she said with a slight wavering in her voice.

“Indeed?”

“Yes,” Tamsin said, recovering.

“Makes sense,” Carter added.

After another five or six minutes, the TARDIS doors opened and Colonel Mitchell and Dr. Jackson emerged.

“Wow,” Mitchell said.

“He was a member of a civilisation that makes the Lantians look like Victorian Britain by comparison,” Daniel explained, after he had emerged.

“Are you sure?” Carter asked with a look of disbelief.

“Yes. This machine here can travel in time and the interior is larger than the interior of Atlantis at least,” Daniel explained, gesturing at the TARDIS.

“You said ‘was’,” Landry pointed out.

“He said that his civilisation perished in what he called a Time War against a force of approximately equal advancement,” Daniel said.

“Time War? That doesn’t make sense,” Carter asserted.

“He also said that he has come from a different universe,” Daniel added.

The Doctor and Felicia emerged. “There has to be a reason why I am here. Fill me in on recent events,” he besought.

“Why do you want to know about our situation?” Landry asked.

“I may be able to help,” the Doctor said.

“Come to my office and I’ll fill you and one of your crew in,” Landry said, turning towards the doors to the right.

“Right away,” the Doctor said.

“Cool,” Tamsin attested.

“You can fill me in,” Kiara asked.

“I’ll choose,” the Doctor said.

Kiara acquiesced, as the Doctor and Tamsin followed General Landry to his office. “I’ll wait,” she added.

---

The Doctor reflected that lying about the Time Lords surviving was a good idea. ‘Best not to spook them too much.’ They had enough to worry about with the Ori.

---

Later that night SG1 sat in the SGC cafeteria.

“What do you think of the Doctor?” Colonel Mitchell asked from one end of the table.

“I don’t know. Other than what he revealed about the nature of his ship and the fate of his civilisation, he is rather private,” Daniel commented.

“That’s what I thought too,” Mitchell said.

“What of his crew?” Teal’c asked, from the other side of Daniel.

Daniel turned to Teal’c “They are not really crew. More like assistants,” hepointed out.

“Or travelling companions.” Mitchell added.

“They are either from Earth in their universe, or a planet in the Greater Magellanic Cloud,” Daniel said.

“From the United Kingdom,” Teal’c said.

“How do you know?” Mitchell asked.

“Ms. Davis said that she is from the county of Devon. She and Ms. Lovell both have the accents.”

“I must have missed that,” Mitchell commented.

“Do you think that the general would have told him about the Ori?” Carter asked.

“That is possible,” Mitchell realised.

“I agree,” Daniel said.

“You think he could be of use?” Mitchell asked.

“Absolutely,” Carter said.

“He had to have encountered similar beings,” Mitchell added.

“That is by no means certain,” Carter countered.

Felicia heard a knock on the door of the quarters she had been assigned by SGC personnel. She went and opened it. “Hi, Tamsin,” she said.

“I was just wondering how you were.”

“I am fine.”

“I mean, we had defeated Vile, and now we are in a different universe. We are unlikely to find your Doctor here,” Tamsin said in a consolatory tone.

“It was a long shot at best,” Felicia said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“True,” Tamsin said as she sat on the spare chair.

“Thanks for coming by,” Felicia said in a welcoming tone.

“You’re welcome. Do you think something is going to happen?”

“It’s a military base. I certainly think that something is going to happen. Whether it would be one of those ‘Priors’ coming through that ‘Gate’, I don’t know.”

“I agree.”

“The Doctor might volunteer us to go with one of the SG teams on a mission. I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Has that happened with your Doctor?”

“Yes, but not often,” Felicia answered, smiling as she remembered one of the times that occurred...

“Not that often here, either. But he did ask you to chase after the poisoner,” Tamsin said.

Felicia frowned. “We know how that ended.”

“I admit that, but it did at least put us on the track to taking down Vile,” Tamsin said, encouragingly.

“Thanks,” Felicia said, slightly happier.

“Now, what do you say about going online and finding out about this world?” Tamsin asked, standing up.

Felicia perked up. “Sure. I mean all we know is that America exists and that the Stargate Program is a secret.”

“Yeah.”

The two acquaintances (nearly friends, although they wouldn’t admit that) then left the room.

Elsewhere in the SGC, an enlistee sent a letter to their ‘superiors’. The TARDIS may be of interest to them... ‘Who knows what it can do...’

2 February 2007

The Doctor entered the cafeteria for breakfast. His companions (including the future one, Felicia) were already there, as were SG-1, all sitting around two tables that had been pushed together.

“Welcome, Doctor. Have you found a reason why you are here yet?” Colonel Mitchell asked.

“Possibly, what can you tell me about this ‘Adria’?” the Doctor asked as he walked up.

“Not much. She is the embodiment of the Ori in human form, and has many powers,” Daniel answered.

“What sort of powers?” the Doctor asked.

“Telepathy and Telekinesis and that is the start of it,” Daniel said.

“She can also heal people,” Cameron added.

“Is that all?” the Doctor asked, as he sat down.

“No, but Vala can better answer your questions,” Daniel answered.

“Vala?” the Doctor asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Vala Mal Doran, the Ori used her as an incubator for Adria,” Daniel explained.

“Incubator?” Felicia asked, with curiosity.

“They impregnated her...” Daniel began.

“That’s wrong!” Tamsin interrupted, disgust showing on her face. She shook her head as if saying “very wrong.”

“I get it,” Felicia said.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Daniel added.

“Where can I find this Vala?” the Doctor asked as he stood up.

“You would have to ask the General. She is currently exploring Colorado with an escort,” Daniel explained.

‘He doesn’t seem to trust her, even with an escort,’ the Doctor thought. He turned “Right! I will be back with her,” he explained. He left the cafeteria.

“Is he doing what I think he is doing?” Daniel asked.

“Yes,” Tamsin said, with surety in her voice.

“I better accompany him,” Daniel asserted.

“If he lets you,” Tamsin imparted.

“I am sure that he will once I explain to him,” Daniel rejoined.

“Be quick then,” Tamsin said, with a slight laugh and a shooing gesture.

“I will be.”

Daniel entered the TARDIS after the Doctor. “You want to come with me?” the Doctor asked, as he turned from the console.

“Yes. Vala won’t trust anyone else.”

Rocky Ford, Colorado, United States of America

Vala Mal Doran had just finished breakfast at the Subway on the corner of Elm Street and North Tenth Street, when the TARDIS started to rematerialise.

Her escort pulled their guns on the blue box as it appeared.

Daniel emerged from the TARDIS with his hands raised. “Don’t shoot!” he implored.

“Daniel! How did you get here?” Vala asked, her hands on her hips.

“An interdimensional traveller has arrived in the SGC,” Daniel explained.

“Like last year?” she asked.

“No, it’s different...” Daniel began. He looked around “...and we shouldn’t be discussing this on a street corner in the middle of a town. Come into the TARDIS and we will go back to the SGC,” Daniel said, he grabbed one of Vala’s wrists and pulled her into the TARDIS.

“Wait, Daniel!” Vala exclaimed as she resisted.

Vala was shocked. “How can this box be bigger on the inside than the outside?” she wondered aloud as she walked further in and towards the console.

“It is the product of a civilisation that would make the Ancients look primitive by comparison,” Daniel said as he lead her to the console.

“Really?”Vala asked, as her escort continued to enter the TARDIS.

“Yes,” Daniel explained.

The Doctor confronted the escort. “This is as classified as the Stargate, got it!”

“I understand, Sir,” the leader of the escort confirmed, whilst trying to hide his awe at the interior scale of the TARDIS.

“Good,” the Doctor said.

“We’re going back to the SGC?” Vala asked.

“Yes, where you are going to tell me all about Adria,” the Doctor said as he began to make adjustments on the console.

Vala tensed.

“Don’t worry, the Doctor just wants information,” Daniel said.

“Right,” Vala said, still worried.

The Doctor set the TARDIS in motion, heading back to the SGC. “Here we go.”

Stargate Command

The TARDIS rematerialised in the Gateroom. Vala emerged first. “Why do you want to know about Adria? And what kind of name is ‘Doctor’ anyway?” she asked.

“I may be able to help against the forces of the Ori. Stop their plan for taking over this galaxy,” the Doctor explained as he exited the TARDIS.

“Really?”Vala asked, turning.

“Yes,” the Doctor said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“We better go to the briefing room,” Vala hinted.

“Yes,” Daniel said.

A few hours later, the Doctor entered General Landry’s office.

“Are you saying that you want your assistants to join SG-1 on their next mission?” General Landry asked, after the Doctor had sat down.

“Yes,” the Doctor answered.

“Why should I approve of this idea?” Landry asked with a dubious tone and look.

“They may be able to notice something that SG-1 might miss.”

“They would be liabilities!”

“They can handle themselves.”

“Unlikely!”

“You don’t know half of the things I encounter on a regular basis. Things that may make the Goa’uld look like school yard bullies by comparison!”

“That’s not proof that they can handle themselves, only that you can handle the threats that you encounter.”

The Doctor backed off slightly. “Kiara is a native of a world in a medieval era. She has fought things there that you cannot imagine.

“Don’t insult my intelligence. I could imagine what the Goa’uld look like just from the mission reports without any pictures.”

The Doctor paced in front of the desk before turning back to the general. “The point is, that she would be able to handle herself in a combat situation. She may surprise SG-1.”

“Fine, but what about the other two?”  the General asked as he made a gesture for the Doctor to sit down. “All I know about them is that they are British college students.”

“Ms. Davis has been in combat situations before and handled them well. She also has a black belt in Karate,” the Doctor explained.

“I will think about it. But that leaves Ms. Lovell, whom has said that she has only joined you recently.”

“In the most recent adventure of ours, she has proved most resourceful...” the Doctor began.

The General listened intently, while still being exasperated at the Doctor not staying still.

The Doctor approached his companions where they were talking in the cafeteria.

“Doctor, in this universe, Atlantis was an Ancient city that they left under the ocean in another galaxy,” Tamsin explained excitedly.

“Interesting,” he said as he took a seat next to her. “After a lot of persuasion, the general has agreed to let you go on SG-1’s next mission.”

“That’s good!” Kiara was excited.

“You will have to obey Colonel Mitchell’s commands,” the Doctor directed.

“That’s obvious,” Tamsin said, with slight sarcasm.

“Try to find out what this ‘Adria’ person is planning with regard to conversion of the Milky Way to Origin or whatever that religion is called,” the Doctor added.

“That would be difficult,” Kiara said as her face took on a whimsical look.

The Doctor considered. “Of course it will be, but at least try.”

“Of course I will,” Kiara assured.

“We won’t let you down,” Tamsin added.

“I know,” the Doctor said.

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DANTILLIAN STORY AU PART 1

AU: This is a continue after Dante and Killian met each other through high school in which Killian was a jock and dante the biggest nerd one can imagine. They became very close and happy together. Dante inbetween school created a robotic arm prototype as an idea for the future.. but halfway school, Killian became rather violent and so protective over Dante. It showed part of his darker side he seemed to have. As he fell out of school and started to make himself big in the underground world, becoming one of the most dangerous ones out there, dante on the other side completed his college and medical degree as well. Eventually he got himself into the agency world as just like walter, showed great intelligence and scientific skills that most didn't have. However, Joyless, always doubted his intentions. As dante has immense constant activity in his mind which they did test, it showed he could not only help the agency, but in a way also could be a threat. That always worried her, as eventually.. It would lead to consequences which was out of dante’s reach.

STORY:

“there must be something there..” Joyless said rather tiring, watching the big screens as most agents did their work. She walked back and forth through the room before thinking of a solution. For a while now there have been rather odd happenings at their base in the UK. For sterling was currently out of the picture..  “Call Dante for me.. I need to have a word with him immediately” She said with a rather deadly stare, making some of the coworkers frown. “Dante? Why-” “Don't ask any questions. Just get him for me” Joyless said quickly before one of the colleagues around started running to get what she wanted. As she watched the man go, she was already preparing what to say. She knew dante was very much advanced to notice any defaults when people would speak.. But he couldn't help it. The man was just very well trained as his mind was always active.

Dante always worked day and night. His brain never tended to stop. Hence why he loved to make way more intriguing things. Rather more daring and complicated for most couldn't follow. It was just his way of relaxing but as well working the most he could but some didn't seem to appreciate it, which slowly, started to become something that hurt him.. “Yo.. Dan?” One of dante’s colleagues called as dante sighed. “Its dante.. Not dan, and what is it?” dante sounded a bit annoyed, but turned around more soft in the end. “Joyless wants to speak with you..” He said rather quick, making Dante frown. “Me?” “Yeah.. You, you better hurry. It seems urgent” The colleague said as Dante quickly grabbed his phone before heading to the main room, being rather surprised he got called, considering joyless and him never had the most smoothest way of handling things. Usually just misunderstanding. As dante gently knocked, the doors opened for him, allowing him to enter the big room before all was closed and rather secluded. “I heard I had to come as soon as possible. Have I done something wrong?” dante said rather caring, holding his own hands while Joyless just stood at random in the room, her hands on her back. “No.. Dante you have not. I am actually here to ask you for a mission this time” Joyless started as Dante was rather surprised, trying to ask something as she was ahead of him. “I know you’ll question.. Why or what and that it may not be your department. I’ll explain” Joyless said as she grabbed her little remote control to activate the bigger screens in the room, showing exactly what she needed him for. “For a while now we’ve noticed rather odd signals coming from our base in the UK.. As far as we tried to reach out to the ones that used to work there, none of them reply. We assume something has been hacked or rather taken care off in a way we don't want to know.. But we do know the place might be used as a hideout. I am asking you with your abilities to hopefully track down what those signals are.. And if you can stop them” Joyless said. Dante frowned as he was thinking wisely. “Although you’ve said before this is not my department.. What if there are armed men or worse. I cannot defend myself against those. I’m a doctor, and somewhat scientist” dante said to cover that part. He knew joyless didn't like that. “I’m not someone made for the field or such, you can see that for yourself” Dante said as they all knew the man was slim and not strongly build either. “I am aware dante..” Joyless said as she sighed. “It are strange times.. I already lost sterling through all madness.. I would’ve asked him if I could. I have the idea with your different kind of skill that you can stop this or at least figure out whatever there may be.. I just can't think of anyone else who can help me” joyless said as Dante frowned a bit. It was the first time she ever showed this kind of appreciation, but saying no to the CEO was hard to do. “I can understand the risk is too much, but if anything, I’d appreciate you if you’d accept this and try to help. I know you always want to help” Joyless said as it was true. But it made Dante doubt a bit. Why all the sudden did she want his help as their chemistry wasn't always so perfect.. Though, sitting here and just working on things in the lab were not the easiest thing as most did not allow dante to go all out on experiments. So.. Perhaps saying yes would be best. “I suppose I have to go as soon as possible right” Dante only said, making Joyless smirk hiddenly before she’d turn to him rather serious. “I’ll give all info, but yes.. It would be best if you could leave immediately after you’ve gotten things ready”.

As joyless had given all info and made Dante get ready, it didn't take long before he had grabbed his car and drove off.. Joyless had arranged a special large plane to be able to transport dante and his car along so he could drive to the building that so happened to be close to the coast side. Joyless entered the big room again in which she kept track of any mission being done. She noticed several men being curious to why she asked dante for help.. As she had explained, they frowned.. “Isn't that a risk Joyless?” they asked, for joyless looked up at the data that passed by while she spoke. “We were planning to fire him soon anyhow.. He seems too much of a threat with what he can do. What if his intelligence might turn its back to us and use it against us..” she said as most were silent. “I figured we could make use of that brain of his one more time. Dante is one of the few with his abilities.. He might be able to give a hint of who we’re exactly dealing with” She said rather.. Emotionless, making most actually swallow or even slightly feel bad. “So you send him, to this random place which is possible hijacked.. Without any real agent strength?” One asked as another shook his head slightly. “You really are joyless.. Thats kinda dark” another said.. As Joyless snorted a bit. “You sound just like lance.. Alas. Focus on your own work” She said as most got the hint to not speak about it again.. Joyless watched how the plane she got planned was ready to take off.. And soon dante would be on his way.

Rather dangerous footsteps were made over the floor in the UK at the base Killian had managed to take over. One of the scientists from the agency that he had captured was working hard on many things. Feeling a drone constantly focused on him. Each time whenever steps were heard the scientist himself feared for his life.. And he had all rights to think that. The scientist was exhausted and made tons of mistake through time due the pressure and lack of time and sleep.. But Killian didn't take those things as an excuse. He should already be happy he was still alive.. But the work this scientist had created was bugging him immensely. As time went too fast, lags and bugs arrived in his system, making Killian feel quite the amount of pain while doing not much with his robotic arm. It started to eat him up, as his moods did not become better from it either. Already dealing with traumas from his experiences which made him lose his arm a while back.. Feeling pain on top and being reminded he had the arm wasn't the most nicest fairytale. The closer killian came to the scientist, the more he hurried. Sweat was constantly on his forehead out of stress.. But he had no other option but to listen. “I- Sir.. Almost.. I promise you.. It’ll work. I just need.. a little more time that's.. That's- all I ask” The scientist started to beg as he noticed Killian slightly move his claw to control the drone close to him. But as Killian was about to talk or take action, one of the security systems of the building detected movement.. Making him frown and focus on that after he glared at the scientist to make him hurry and work. Deciding to go to the other room where he could watch all security footage, he narrowed his eyes… It seemed a rather agent like car just started to drive up to the entrance of the building.. Funnily enough the front door was open. Killian could easily close it.. Yet, he was curious who would come this time around. It couldn't be sterling.. so.. Lets watch what would occur. Killian on purpose wouldn't let anything happen yet in terms of attack.. Until he’d see what he’s dealing with. Taking the drone away from the scientist as well.. It would seen only he would be there, for Killian awaited what would happen, and stayed in the shadows.  

Dante drove towards the entrance of the building after he drove out of the plane which immediately flew away. It seemed he was standing alone against whatever may be in the building. As the italian man took a deep breath while coming closer and closer, he indeed noticed odd signals.. Powerful signals. His car were detecting it. “thats.. More than just power..” He whispered, frowning as the building itself seemed.. fine? Though as he came closer and closer, he noticed the door was just open. Knowing this was a special secret base, was a bit strange to see the invitation was right there. Dante could literally drive in. “Almost seems too good to be true..” Dante frowned but.. Despite those signals were strong, he didn't seem to see any weapons either.. So after lots of thinking, Dante drove through the entrance, seeing barely anyone active. After another deep breath he very slowly came out of the car, taking one weapon himself, just a gun with some extras he added.. He thought it would be smart to modify the gun for himself in case necessary. He doesn't have any strength himself, so using his mind could do alot by adding special power to a regular gun. Holding it in his hand while slowly his phone as well to track wherever this signal was coming from.. It seemed almost abandoned. Dante was taking horrible risks to putting himself out in the open, but it seemed best to look through the building before checking on more. For example where he could track where the signal was coming from. After a while of very slow and attentive walking, he noticed nothing, so slowly he put the gun in the back of his pants and kept on continuing to explore. As he slowly dared to open a door, he noticed an insane view towards the water, but as well noises coming from the side.. Dante slowly was about to grab his gun again, but then he remembered the man’s face. “Jerry?” Dante frowned as the exhausted scientist got shocked by another voice, before turning to where it came from.. “D. Dante? W.. What in the world are you doing here?!” The man said a bit stressed but merely confused, making Dante frown back. “What I’m doing here? I can ask the same back at you” Dante sounded a bit annoyed, approaching him more as Jerry swallowed.  “The agency sent me here to check upon odd signals that seem to come from here” Dante said rather serious, making Jerry frown again. “Wh.. The agency? I thought they fired you” Jerry said rather surprised, as dante began to frown rather angry.. “What.. No? They send me here, specifically” Dante said as the realization hit him. “I see.. I got hints they were planning to do so.” Jerry said rather serious as dante would narrow his eyes.. “I see.. Says the person who is currently working for.. I suppose not the agency” Dante felt hit from the inside to have heard this from jerry. But now he wanted answers too from him. “W.. I- You don't understand. I have NO choice.. He’ll kill me if he knows I talk about him in the slightest” Jerry said as Dante frowned.

As killian watched a rather slim build man enter the building he frowned. He couldnt tell who it was directly, but somehow there rang a bell subconsciously in his mind. As he decided to come closer without them realizing, he took the drone with him, silently watching in the shadows. But the second the blonde haired man spoke.. It hit him. Out of all people, it was Dante.. The man he met back so many years ago at college before they went their ways. Killian was more than stunned about it, watching carefully to realize the man was sent by the agency, for his intelligence apparently struck their interest.. But what made him smirk mostly for a second was to hear the slight anger showed when Jerry told him some info. A thing Killian didn't know off either.

“So we’re not alone..” dante whispered as he looked around, but he didn't notice anything. “Why are you here in general.. You are rather exhausted from what I can tell” Dante said with a raised eyebrow. In his head the process of having heard what jerry said started to hit more.. The agency technically threw him towards this place and would see what would happen.. Considering they planned on firing him, it was a handy idea, so it didnt matter what would occur. Whether dante would get hurt or not... Joyless turned out to be more cruel than Dante expected. It made him rather angry inside, than the innocent he tends to be. As he walked through the area a bit, he noticed blueprints laying around.. Making him widen his eyes.. He rememberd these. “Those are my blueprints.. Where did you get these..” Dante said rather angry now, holding them before he glared back at Jerry. “WHERE DID YOU GET THESE” Dante called furiously, stepping towards Jerry as the man swallowed. “Like I said.. I can't speak of this.. Else he’ll-” The second Jerry tried to talk, a drone came in between them.. Which made Dante swallow to see the assassin they spoke about at the agency that was recently stolen.. Killian decided to secretly stop their conversation.. It was enough. Yet still staying in the shadows. To see such a strong weapon fly in between them made Dante so silent before he very slowly grabbed the gun from his back.. even though it technically was nothing compared to the assassin he saw in front of him. He felt like he had to have something in front of him.. “I’m not here to hurt anyone..” Dante even said all the sudden, not hearing any footsteps, just the red light shining against dante for the drone seemed to be focusing on him.. The italian man swallowed deep inside. He knew this drone could technically kill him right away. “I won't attack..” Dante even whispered.. Before he’d hear one movement from the side, making him tighten his hand around the weapon. He had no idea who could be there, but from hearing Joyless’ worry.. This person must be incredibly dangerous. “Hello?..” dante called once out of slight concern, before feeling a tiny sting in his neck.. Fired by the assassin that he didn't realize for he focused on his surroundings which were rather dark.. As he pulled it out, he felt his muscles weaken, and entire energy lessened.. He knew he was just drugged to fall asleep. Within seconds dante fell unconscious.. For his sight soon turned dark. As killian walked out of the shadows he watched dante once only with his eyes to check if the fall didn't hurt him.. All he seemed to be doing was that he was in a very deep sleep, making Killian focus on jerry.. Who indeed, had said too much. “Incredible how I thought you couldn't behave or work worse than I expected..” Killian said low, activating his claw which even hurt to make the assassin go to jerry, to pick him up and get rid of him. “WAIT. PLEASE. I DIDN'T MEAN TO” “what's done is done.. Such a shame isn't it..” Killian said before letting the man fall into the deep waters outside of the base, before closing the huge window he could control. he hissed as his arm was growing worse, but he stepped more inside again, kneeling down once to Dante to take the man’s polse, to make sure all was fine. He just had to anesthetize him. There was no other way as of now. “long time no see..” Killian just whispered seriously before taking him to another room.. Away from most things, to let him rest and hopefully sooner or later get to talk.

Few hours had passed as Dante eventually groaned of slight pain. His head was just swirling.. As he slowly pushed himself up from a bed he rubbed over his head, breathing slowly in and out.. realizing where he was. “Argh.. Shit” Dante actually barely cursed, but realizing he was drugged for a few hours made him worry. He hasn't expected such an approach, but it just happened.. As Dante tried to stand, he felt his body still being all over the place.. Making him sit back down “I wouldnt start to walk yet.. it's quite heavy stuff that the assassin can use. But I suppose with your medical degree you are more than aware on what to do” Killian said as he grabbed some water.. Making Dante groan again slightly to focus better… “And no more glasses I see..” Killian said as Dante just felt so confused for a second “How do you.. Did you search on my past etc.. There is no one that knows that much except..” Dante said as he swallowed.. Due the drug it was hard for him to think.. “Am I that easy to forget.. I wouldn't expect that Dante.. Out of all people” Killian then said.. As Dante got hit by memories and the exact way the man said his name.. He was speechless for seconds before he got the word out. “Killian?...” Dante whispered almost out of pure disbelief, making him blink before the man slowly came out of the shadows to put the glass of water next to him.. The man slowly sat down then, crossing his leg over another while not necessarily putting his robotic arm in sight. “How.. I..” dante was a bit off the grid. To meet the one person he was so close with back many years ago, in such a new phase so to say. In a different area, vibe and energy.. And to see him grown. It hit dante.. “I promised you I’d keep those blueprints safe..” Killian said all the sudden, making dante speechless once more.. “It seemed like you.. Needed them. Or did I miss something? I’m… A bit..” “Confused. I see that” Killian said rather direct to dante but he was right.. The man sighed a bit as Dante slowly crawled back mentally too. “I didn't need them beforehand but.. As faith turned its back on me, they came in handy” Killian said before he’d put his claw now on top of his own knee while sitting, letting it slowly sink for dante to see. Dante felt his strength slowly coming back, making him focus more on the fact they actually met.. again, in such circumstances. “Out of all people.. I didn't expect to.. Run back into you” dante said as he slowly stood up, breathing a bit more firm to let it sink.. “I did expect you to become either a doctor or use that brain of yours that I can remember.. Though I recall.. The agency hasn't been too kind to you either..” Killian had a hard time even saying that word because of his own past with lance.. But he wanted to use that anger now. Especially since they were not too kind to dante either. As for now, that in a way came in handy. “I cant believe they backstabbed me..” Dante whispered, before sighing. “It seemed the CEO wasnt so appreciative of my brain… And has seen me as a threat. They used me.. Sending me here without any idea what risks I could have had. I could’ve been killed. And they seemed not to care..” Dante said angrily before he’d breathe in again to try and stop the anger from growing, but it was a lot.. Killian went into it, standing up while he approached Dante. “Seems like they don't appreciate you..” Killian said deadly serious while stepping closer.. Making Dante look more angry. “No one did” He said rather pissed.. For Killian stood almost behind him. “You and me both know someone always did.. And still does” Killian said serious, his eyes focused on Dante as it made Dante turn around, looking up at the taller and way more mature man than what he knew years ago.. “Killian..” The man whispered before Killian took a deep inhale before looking down at his own arm, as he knew it would make Dante look in the exact same direction.. “I need your help Dante..” Killian said deadly serious once again, but the slight gratitude already showed that Dante did not judge him on the spot.. “the pathetic.. Ex colleague i’ll call it now for you, tried to come close with the blueprints you’ve given me.. But he failed. As you may have noticed” Killian said as the claw at random sometimes twitched, making Killian try to keep himself silent although it was horribly painful. “You should’ve come to me in the first place.. In terms of such projects” Dante said as he looked away, making Killian speak more. “I did not know what path you took after college. I know you may still be angry with me for the fact I had to leave. But there was no other option. And you know that as well” Killian said as he took the man’s head with his claw to make him look directly in killian’s eyes.. “I have my reasons for why I am doing what I’m doing.. But I need your help, Dante” Killian said almost threatening.. But more because he was afraid to lose dante again. he would never hurt the man. Dante knew too.. But Killian grew very dominant over the years.. And he had all right to do that. He saw dante had to think on this, but in combination of the backstabbing of the agency.. He knew something cracked inside.. “Do you have everything I need to help you..” Dante said rather serious back, first having looked down before looking back up, feeling how the claw let go of his head gently. “If you tell me what you need.. I’ll get it for you without hesitation” Killian said as he put the claw behind his back again, looking directly at dante who was in thoughts.. “Then we have no time to lose.. Do we..” Dante said back, making Killian look as focused as possible before planning on rebuilding the man’s claw would start.. To stop the horrendous pain Killian was going through.. But as well to have full control even better over all the thousand drones.. TO BE CONTINUED.

#dantillian #killian #Dante #Spies in disguise #AU #Emmacreatures #niku30

[whisker-biscuit]

In the Name of Science: Chapter 1

Fandom: Sonic Movie (2020)

Rating: T for unethical experimentation, implied violence and gore, and implied torture

Summary: Tom and Maddie didn’t make it in time to rescue Sonic from Robotnik. Hopefully it’s not too late to save him now. Unfortunately, hope is hard to come by in the labs of the mad doctor himself.

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Dr. Ivo Robotnik, M.D. Log 1 

Preliminary report: Subject is 3’3”, 14.1 lbs., male. Age and maturity unknown. Vaguely resembles four-toed hedgehog from outward appearance and obvious anatomy. Fur and quill are primarily cobalt blue, with chest and stomach fur light coral peach. Blood sample taken, analysis tbc. Note: internal anatomy to be examined at later date, due to blunt trauma and related injuries.

At 23:30 MST during transportation, subject’s heart ceased regular palpitations. Resuscitation was administered and subject was revived successfully. No other heart or organ irregularities occurred, and subject was transferred to personal laboratory at 1:56 MST for examination. About to conduct preliminary quill count and inspection at time of report.

Subject has yet to regain consciousness since initial containment.

End log

…….

Sonic comes to on a metal table, his face smashed against cold steel and his limbs stretched above and below him, cuffed together. He groans as the aches and pains from the fight with Eggman catches up all at once, and his body’s current position certainly isn’t helping. The hedgehog rubs his cheek against the metal, using the cold to try and ground himself so he can figure out how bad his situation is.

He doesn’t remember much beyond trying to escape at the top of the pyramid. There was heat at his back, and then everything hurt even more than it does now. So that must mean….

Something starts touching his quills. He stiffens.

“H-Hey, who’s there? What do you want?”

There’s no response, and whatever is messing with his quills moves down to their base, meeting fur and skin. Sonic gasps as the same freezing sensation from the table runs along his back. A weird high-pitched whirring fills the air as it goes along. Oh, it’s a robot doing that.

He struggles to turn his head to get a better look at this thing, but he can’t move more than a few inches. The robot continues to probe at his quills, seemingly oblivious to his response, and no matter how Sonic tries to twist and turn, nothing changes at all.

After what feels like an eternity, the robot pulls away and makes a sudden loud clicking sound. It startles the hedgehog into a jolt that he immediately regrets. His body protests, loudly.

“Quill count: 5933.”

“What?” He asks through gritted teeth, waiting for the pounding pain to go away.

The robot doesn’t reply, but then it starts poking at his fur again. Two fingers – are they fingers? Sonic hopes they’re fingers – find a longer quill and pinch at its base. He realizes what’s going to happen right before it does.

“Don’t-!”

It pulls. He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes as the quill is ripped out of his back. He’s no stranger to this sensation, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it happening. The robot finds another quill. Sonic flinches and rubs his cheek against the cold.

“Quill count: 5928,” the unfeeling thing announces to nothing once it’s done. It withdraws from the hedgehog who is currently trying to stay calm, holding the stolen quills and moving to some place Sonic still can’t see.

Tired, hurting, and now conflicted between angry and panicked, the teen decides to take a risk.

“Hey Eggman, I know you can hear me! Come out where I can see you! I know you’re scared of people who can kick your butt, but this is ridiculous!”

He yells it out with as much bravado as he can manage, and later he’ll say he was pretty proud of himself for keeping his voice steady. Then he listens, and waits.

For a long while he stays alone in that room, with only the robot doing whatever it’s doing to his quills. But eventually there’s the whoosh of an automatic door opening somewhere behind his left side. Sonic turns his head that way just in time for a long black coat to take up his entire view.

“Finally awake, I see.” The man says, and it’s hard to tell whether he’s pleased or annoyed by this fact. “You’ve been unconscious for nearly 8 hours.”

Sonic’s eyes trail up slowly, meeting the maniacally-gleeful face of his captor. He swallows, and it takes a few moments to find his voice again.

“D-Dang, that long? Must have been quite the beauty rest. How about you let me go so I can look myself in the mirror and tell you if it worked?”

“Just as chatty and full of hot air as your moronic human guardian. I should have expected that, which I did. Nothing ever gets past me, little alien.” 

The hedgehog falters. For a single second. “Oh yeah? Better get used to failure then, Eggman. I’ve gotten past you so many times already that I’ve lost count.”

Robotnik takes hold of his ear and twists. Sonic’s mouth clamps shut to keep the whine under his tongue, but he never takes his wide eyes off the scientist.

“Here’s how it’s going to go, hedgehog – which is what you most closely resemble in physical structure and biology, despite the incredibly irrational discrepancies.” 

He leans in to speak directly against the teen’s caught ear. 

“I’m going to do whatever I want to you, however I want, whenever I want, and the only words I want coming out of your mouth unless stated otherwise are ‘yes Doctor,’ ‘no Doctor,’ or ‘thank you Doctor.’ Do you understand?”

Sonic takes slow, shallowed breaths as he listens, and he steels himself before offering a nickname he’s only heard Donut Lord say twice ever.

“Sure thing, Dr. Douche.”

The hand on his ear pulls so hard that he thinks it’s going to come off. He chokes back a watery whimper when Robotnik forces his head up off the table.

“Pain receptors and nerve endings appear to be fully functional, although I can’t say the same for your auditory processing.”

“Ow, ow ow…” The teen’s hands clench into fists as his head is held back and kept there. He doesn’t dare close his eyes, watching Robotnik like he might rip his ear off entirely the moment he stops staring.

Finally, the man releases him, and Sonic’s head hits the table with a thunk. He winces at the painful contact to his chin. 

“Ow-uh, easy on the face! We can’t all look this good naturally, c’mon.”

The doctor stands up straight without acknowledging him. “Agent Stone.”

“Yes, Doctor?”

The hedgehog is startled by the assistant’s voice coming somewhere behind Robotnik; he had no idea the guy was even there.

“Set up my recording equipment pronto. Now that the subject is awake and responding in a…semi-intelligent manner, I do believe it’s time to get information firsthand.”

“Of course sir, right away.” Agent Stone’s voice is already fading as he leaves the room. The sound of equipment being shuffled starts up distantly.

Robotnik’s gloved hand returns to Sonic’s head and he flinches, but this time the touch is light and almost examining. He rubs his thumb and forefinger on either side of the teen’s ear, then trails down to run along the fur on top of his head. Sonic realizes with no small amount of disgust that he’s being petted, like what Tom does with Ozzie.

“Hey, quit it, I’m not a dog!” He tries to pull his head away to no avail.

“Those are the first scientifically correct words you’ve said thus far,” the scientist says quietly. “Although it’s such a low bar. Honestly, I thought that hick cop babysitter of yours was the least sapient lifeform on this planet until you opened your mouth for the first time.”

Sonic bristles. “Don’t talk about him like that. You don’t know anything.”

“Ah, I suppose you’re right. I shouldn’t pigeonhole you in the same category as that knuckle-dragger. You are so much more remarkable than that. A peak product of evolution. Well…physically, at least, but it isn’t so difficult to train animals.”

The hand hasn’t stopped petting him. Sonic feels a sick pit in his stomach, and it’s not just from the betraying urge to lean into the touch.

“If you think I’m going to roll over and do what you want, you’re wrong. I’ll get out of here somehow and then you’re going to regret it.”

“That’s the spirit I like to see! Makes the end result so much more satisfying when I’ve broken it.” Robotnik tilts his head to meet the teen’s anxious glare head-on. Then he half turns away to call out. “Stone! Are you finished yet, or do we need to set aside another eternity?”

“All set and ready to go, sir!” Comes the response from the other room. “The holding pen is prepped and secure as well!”

“Excellent, finally. It’s so hard to find decent human help these days.” 

He presses a few buttons on his left glove. A pair of floating egg-like robots appear and connect to Sonic’s restraints, releasing him from the table and lifting him up between them. The hedgehog tries futilely to kick out or make them drop him. Robotnik leads the way towards the other room, not giving his captive a second glance.

“Now the time for pointless chit-chat is over! Time for proper scientific observation!”

All Sonic can do is struggle as he’s carried away.

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A/N: I thought Robotnik would be really hard to characterize, but I'm having an easier time with him than expected. Maybe it's cause Sonic is the one fighting me at every turn heh. Also, remember how in the movie Sonic supposedly stopped breathing and then got revived from his powers and friendship? Yeah, me too :)

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!

Prologue

Chapter 2

#sonic movie #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie spoilers #dr. robotnik #agent stone #experimentation

[lurafita]

SIM Tony / Peter, Part 4

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

I hadn’t planned on updating this so soon after the last part, but I got inspired.

Alright people, things are going to start getting real from here on out. Tony’s new ‘Superior’ mode makes an entrance. I don’t know exactly how many parts I’m gonna do for this before I find a point at which I can call it finished, but just know that from here on out, the plot is gonna spice up.

From here on out, Tony will be Superior Iron Man, and while I will probably deviate in his characterization from most other stories that feature SIM Tony (mostly in the way he treats Peter), he will get dark. He will be manipulative, possessive and ruthless. Violent (never to Peter though, I can’t write physically abusive relationships and don’t want to), dominant and dismissive to other people (aside from Peter, because as you must know by now, I just can’t be too mean to Peter).

Tony Stark had had his insecurities over the years, but he had never realized just how truly lacking he had been before.

Before his transformation, before his new suit, before his new.... him. Everything was so much better now. So much stronger. So much more.

It was as if he had awoken from a life long sleep. Truly alive for the first time ever. And it felt glorious. He wondered if it was the same for Peter, after the spider bite had changed his DNA. This feeling of rightness.

He was reborn.

He was...

Superior.

He admired his reflection in the floor to ceiling windows of his laboratory. His hair, that had been peppered with grey spots before, was a rich black now. While he had always been fit, his physique had changed slightly as well, making him stronger, broader. No more wrinkles on his handsome face. Extremis had knocked off what felt like a good twenty years from his body. He was in the prime of his life.

Another thing that was new was his eye color. Instead of the previous dark brown, his eyes now bore a cold but fierce blue. It wasn’t like he minded the change, but he had always been a bit partial to his brown eyes. They had reminded him of his mother. Though to be honest, hers had been a little lighter than his. More of a honey brown, than his previous dark coffee tone. It didn’t matter though. The icy blue was very becoming, and there was someone else whose honey brown eyes he would be able to stare into very soon.

A low groan had his gaze drift to the ground some feet behind him, where Curt Conner and Otto Octavious were currently lying in their containment cells.

Breaking the two former scientists out of the Raft had been easy, but taken a lot longer than Tony had liked. Timing had been crucial, and so the planning had been meticulous and followed down to the very second.

Acquiring Venom had been just slightly more tricky, but nothing was impossible for a man like Tony Stark. (Even his previous, inferior, self.)

Then the experimentation had started. Each of the villains had unique strengths and abilities, that the billionaire wanted for himself. The perfect melding of two species and regenerative factor from Conners, though preferably without the monster make-over. The harmonic symbiosis of the human body and machine from Octavious, though Tony had no desire for the frankly gaudy looking appendages. And the fluidity and shapeability of Venom’s armor and other perks, but without the alien taking over the genius’ mind.

Two days of panning for the acquisition of the three villains, followed by four days of experimentation on his subjects to find out how it all worked. Tony could only smirk derisively when remembering how much his previous self had loathed the process. Tony had never been as much of a believer in second chances as Peter was, but he had been against human experimentation and torture. In the beginning, Tony had tried to keep any pain to an absolute minimum, had tried to be as respectful to whatever remained of his subjects humanity as possible, even though he would never forgive them for the torment they had inflicted upon his love.

But when things had reached the finish line, as he had extracted and recreated what he needed from them, as Extremis had absorbed and subjugated Venom and combined everything together to mold it all to Tony’s body, he had known that his previous reservations had been needless. These creatures didn’t deserve any consideration or mercy from him. Whatever pain had been inflicted on them had been warranted. So what if extracting the genetic code to their mutations had fried their pathetic little minds? It was nothing that Tony Stark should need to concern himself with.

Foolish sentimentality and redundant human morals might be cute for Peter, but they should never limit him.

Speaking of Peter, it was time that the new and improved Tony went to fetch his sweetheart. Six days, though unfortunately necessary, had been far too long to be separated from his love.

“Jarvis, take two suits and transport the garbage to the warehouse I have prepared. Then send an anonymous tip to Shield, so that they can collect them.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The monotone, taciturn answer of his A.I. brought another grin to Tony’s face. Jarvis attempts to caution and dissuade him from his plans to improve himself had not sat well with him. After all, the A.I. was just that, an artificial intelligence programmed by him (well, his former and weaker self), to assist and serve him. He had appreciated neither the sarcasm, nor the way that Jarvis tried to lecture him about the possible dangers his transformation might bring.

It was yet another piece of evidence that showed how fucking weak he had been before. The old Tony had programmed his A.I. specifically to back talk and supervise him, to make sure he wouldn’t cross a line he couldn’t un-cross. To keep himself humble.

Pathetic.

The only kind of sassy mannerisms he would tolerate in his life came from a certain spidery hero.

As the two suits now carrying the all but brain dead men inside them flew away from the tower, Tony let his Endo-Sym armor encase his body. He watched with smug satisfaction as the silver cells flowed like water over his form and solidified into a nearly unbreakable shell. No verbal or manual commands required. The armor was a part of him now, reacting to his will alone.

“Find my sweetheart, Jarvis.”

Six days since they had last spoken, and Peter had left the tower in tears. But Tony would rectify it all now. He was better now.

The window in front of him opened and he lifted off the floor, his new suit capable of storing and using electric and psionic energy for flight easily.

A miniature map of the city appeared on the transparent shield in front of his eyes (why deprive the people of his handsome face with a helmet, after all. Also, the silver armor complimented his blue eyes marvelously). A little dot blinked rapidly right at the docks.

“Camera footage and public reports indicate that Spiderman is currently engaged in a fight with the Green Goblin at this location, Sir.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected to be dealing with the Goblin this soon, but he was not about to let Harry fucking Osborn hurt his love any more. Feeding more power into his thrusters, he sped to the harbor.

-

Peter hadn’t managed to dodge the last bomb his former best friend had thrown completely, and was knocked out of the sky from the explosion. The noise and flash of it was hell on his enhanced senses, disorienting him as he fell to the ground, unable to catch himself with his webs.

The hard impact punched the breath out of him, and he felt his ribs crack.

Possibly broken, but he couldn’t worry about that right now, he needed all his concentration to be fixed on Harry if he wanted to win this.

Ignore the pain.

Danger!

He propped himself up and off just in time to avoid the knife aimed at his jugular, but not quick enough to escape it all together, as the blade sliced a small gash along his arm.

Since when does Harry use throwing knifes?!

“What’s the matter, Spiderman? A little on the slow side today?” Harry cackled above him, spinning around on his glider and readying himself for his next attack.

Harry was right, though. Their fight had dragged on too long already, with Peter having to lure his nemesis out to the docks to avoid civilian causalities. As the adrenaline that had kept him on his toes at first was ebbing away, the exhaustion of the last few days started catching up to the young hero anew. Even with the help of his spider-sense, Peter’s movements were starting to get sluggish.

Ignore it.

The number of hits he had taken was rising at a rapid count.

Ignore it.

The constant explosions from Harry’s bombs was playing havoc on his senses.

Ignore it.

“No funny little quips today, Spiderman? No ‘You don’t want to do this, Harry.’?”

His breaths came in harsh pants, he had no air to spare for words.

Danger!

A jump to the right saved him from the full force of another small bomb, but brought him closer to the water, and away from any buildings to climb or attach his webs to.

If there even was any left in his shooters.

Ignore it.

Harry’s mutated, twisted face grinned down at him. “Tired already, Pete? But we are just getting started!”

Danger! Danger! Danger!

This time it wasn’t just one, but five of the miniature bombs that the Goblin threw down at him. Peter let instincts and spidey-sense take control as his body weaved through the explosions. But it was too much.

There were too many. Too close.

He was too hurt. Too exhausted.

Ignore it!

He couldn’t.

DangerDangerDANGER!

Too slow.

The bomb detonated right at his feet, throwing him back through the air, weightless for an endless second, before he was swallowed up by the cold embrace of the ocean’s water.

Move. Move, dammit! Swim up! You still have a job to do! Fucking fight!

He tried. But his limbs felt cold and numb, and the water kept dragging him down.

I’m sorry.

Just as the darkness was starting to creep in around the edges, he heard some kind of big splash. He tried turning to the sound, but moving hurt. Everything hurt.

So this is it, then.

Just as they had constantly during the last six days, Peter’s thoughts turned to the man he loved.

I’m so sorry, Tony.

The last thing he saw before unconsciousness set in, was a pair of ice blue eyes.

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “For Science”

Hello everyone, and Happy 4th of July. I hope you are all doing well and having a great time. I wanted to get a few things out this week despite how busy things have been. Luckily my schedule frees up dramatically Friday of next week, so hopefully I will be able to write more. Hope you like it, and have a great day! 

Commander Vir stood at the helm of his ship hands clasped gently behind his back single eye staring outwards and into the blackness of space cold and focused. 

Well, perhaps not completely black. The Deep Space Galactic Penal Detention Center sat at the forefront of his vision. So deep in the vastness of space near nothing and no one, it was difficult to fathom the absolute isolation in which these prisoners existed. In all the galaxy it was most known for its miles and miles of maximum security isolation cells housing the GA’s most dangerous criminals, and only recently, for the housing of its most dangerous human prisoners.

Of course, General GA policy, supported by the UNSC, prohibited the use of solitary confinement on human subjects due to the severe and negative psychological effects it was proven to cause. And as a Rundi run prison, the rules and regulations were sure to be followed to the letter. However, even the UNSC and by extension the GA had to admit that there were a few human subjects too dangerous to subject even to other prisoners.

A soft set of footsteps cut into his thought process, and a looming figure paused at his back. 

He knew her without even having to look, and A dulled smile tugged at one corner of his mouth, and, as if in response he was rewarded with a soft hum. 

“This is hardly the place for humor.” He commented wryly turning  to face her. Sunny stood a few feet to his back half in and half out of shadow, her blue carapace gently kissed by the incoming ambient light form the view outside, “Something on your mind?” He wondered 

She shook her head and shrugged large golden eyes tilting to watch him more intently, “I was just thinking how far you've come.”

A raised eyebrow, “And what is that supposed to mean?” He wondered.

She stepped out of her pool of shadow and came to lean on the back of the captains chair staring out into the darkness. He couldn’t help but notice just how much her body language seemed to scream HUMAN these days, “Once upon a time you looked uncomfortable in that uniform, you weren’t sure you were ready to be commander.  And now look at you.” He allowed the smile to tug, again, wryly at the corners of his mouth as he walked to stand next to her, “Perhaps I’m just very good at faking.” His expression grew serious then, “Now my station means taking care of this Issue.” He nodded towards the unlit prison station.

Sunny thundered low in her throat causing his ribs and chest to rattle with the power, “How did he manage to do it?”

The commander shook his head slowly, “Honestly…. I have no idea.”

“Want me to get the marines ready?” 

“You read my mind. Tell the boys and girls to suit up for a full tactical breach, two teams inside with us, and two teams on the outside just in case. Get Cannon to take care of them. I want Krill and Conn with us on the entry.”

Another low hum, “Yes, sir.” 

“What?”

“Nothing, I like it when you get all authoritative on me.” She teased heading towards the door.

“Ah can it you big beetle.” He muttered softly, the same smile still playing over his face as she left.

***

“Approaching target 5 knots 45 degrees on entry, over.” Adam flew primarily by the ambient light of the universe tracking the other ships on his radar as they moved around to their positions. Sunny sat in the back with the marines watching as her human companions readied themselves for the boarding. Sunny wasn’t human, and so had never experienced the sensation that humans called ‘intuition’, but even she wasn’t clueless enough to miss that they were walking into a very serious situation.

The days following the capture of the infected starborn and the experimental human soldier had been characterized by a series of horrible realizations stacked one on top of the other. The starborn and the human experiment were connected somehow experimentally tampered with in such a way that gave the human near supernatural powers, and the ability to receive telepathic communication with the starborn receiving a horrible and crazed state of mind and a deteriorating body. 

She glanced to the side where Conn hovered towards the back of the troop transport exchanging insults with one of the marines.

Their investigation, and scattered memories gleaned from the humans broken mind, hinted at a possible connection between the human, the starborn, the cult, the protests, and the Tesraki earthquake. Their first assumption had brought them to a forgotten source of information: A Gib scientist who had been jailed towards the beginning of the Commander’s career for experimentation on humans, which generally lead to their eventual and horrible death at the hands of the scientist. 

They had originally planned on interviewing the scientist for his opinions on the kind of person that would attempt such a thing, but when they attempted to contact the prison, usually self sustaining, and without the requirements of food shipment or even equipment, they found that no one was responding. Further investigation showed that all the radio channels had been blocked.

Even worse was the knowledge that the prison was one of the most advanced ever built with the guards safety in mind. How a prisoner had managed to break through without alerting any number of warning systems was more than a mystery. When they checked fingerprint and facial recognition of the human against the prison databases, they found what they were looking for.

The situation really couldn’t have been worse. Someone was back at experimenting on humans, and even starborn, most everyone’s money was on the original Gib scientist, and if that was the case, he was locked in with a large supply of human prisoners to experiment on freely and without repercussion. Who knew how long he had been at it, and what he could have accomplished in that time frame.

“Approaching the docking bay, prepare to board.” Adam said from the pilot’s seat voice metallic and distorted lightly over the intercom. To her right, Krill slid his arms through the small black backpack, while one of his neighboring marines double checked the small motor in the back for its functioning. When Krill had joined them on previous outings he had admitted to being the slowest member of the party on his legs, and especially when he was inflated, so to  combat these issues, the engineering team had designed the small motor to propel him through the air when his helium sack was inflated. Of course one of the marines was still in charge of lugging a medical kit, but it was better than their earlier system.

Sunny listened to the rattle of the shuttle as it came to a light landing inside the docking bay. Vrul shielding technology allowed for a ship’s easy entry from the outside while also keeping the air pressure inside the ship. As the engines powered down, the marines, and sunny quickly flooded out onto the deck leveling their weapons towards the dark corners of the room. The second shuttle followed close after making landing on the distant side of the docking bay.

Sunny turned in a sharp slow circle her eyes scanning for waiting threats, which she expected to appear from the shadowy corners of the room at any moment. Due to the close-quarters nature of their mission, they had been forced to leave the mounted machine gun behind, and she had traded the bulk of the machine gun for the light maneuverability  her mother’s old war staff. Of course the decorative head at the end of the shaft could be used for slicing someone to ribbons in a pinch, but the real power came from the energy coils stacked one atop the other inside the interior of the staff, the discharge of which could be absolutely devastating at middling distances. 

The Drev had historically fought most of their wars in hand to hand combat, close quarters being the more HONORABLE way of fighting, but that hadn’t stopped them from developing greater weapons technology in their free time.

She finished her threat assessment of the room, and found nothing. But that in itself was a problem seeing as the docking bay should have been alive with engineers and employees, yet there was no one here, but the deep darkness of the waiting prison. 

The clatter of boots followed her silent inspection, as Adam came marching down the ramp wearing matching gear to the marines and carrying a matching weapon. Sunny was aware that Adam had originally trained as a fighter pilot, and had never been meant for ground combat, but the Drev war had changed most of that, and in the past few years he had taken it upon himself to have an at least more-than-passable ability in the field.

Even so, he kept at the back of the group allowing the more experienced marines, spearheaded by her, to lead them deeper into the dark. On the other side of the room, the second team of marines were doing the same.

Outside the circling shuttles were checking in.

Krill stuck to the back of the group next to the captain, Conn and the marine’s medic surprisingly silent despite the small motor which propelled him along.

They made it at first to two matching doors on either end of the long docking bay. The second team gave a thumbs up and each team stacked up on the doorway, while the lead marine stepped into place to input the provided security codes. They readied themselves for anything that was to come behind those doors, but found nothing but a long dark hallway stretching off into infinity in either direction. 

Two marines cut into the hallway glancing in either direction and clearing the space before ordering the others to follow. A designated two man team hung back to keep an eye on the docking bay as the rest of the group moved further into the ship. As the layout would have it, the hallway they were currently in would eventually take a ninety degree turn to the left or to the right, then again before meeting right back up with each other at the prisoner intake station. 

What they were currently seeing was simply the product of administrative offices and storage rooms.

The two teams of marines kept in close contact with each other as they moved down either hallway cutting around corners and clearing wrooms with the silent efficiency only humans were known to exhibit. Sunny did her best to emulate those same practices staying cautious as they moved forward into the blackness.

The life support was still on of course, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to breathe so easily. However, both the main lights and the backup lights had been mysterious shut off leaving them with only the beams of their rail-mounted flashlights to illuminate the way.

They took the next corner quietly alerted to the far end of the hall by the lights of the other marines. Nothing stood between them and their companions, so they kept their weapons low.

Sunny fell towards the back of the group, allowing the other marines to take point. If she was human, she was sure she would feel some uneasiness about their open back, so she kept an eye on the receding blackness behind them.

The two groups met in the middle just outside the open intake lobby. A single door to one side lead into, what appeared to be an observation room for the intake. Sunny stepped forward volunteering to go first as one of the marines opened the door for her. She swept in quickly and silently greeted by a cramped room, with a cramped desk and cramped chairs surrounded on all sides by cameras and other monitoring machines.

And nearly lit the entire place on fire when she saw the figure hunched in a corner. 

She leveled her weapon ready to cut through the thing with a bast of searing energy, but stopped immediately as her light cut over the figure…. A rundi corpse lifeless and staring, surrounded by a pool of discolored, dried brown bile.

She finished clearing the room before calling Krill in. He turned off his backpack and stepped inside walking over to examine the body. At the door Conn floated like a ghost head tilted as if he were listening.

One look by Adam, and the starborn shook its head.

The marines had now moved their way onto the intake floor weapons held at the low ready. Adam followed them slowly glancing around at the open stalls and discarded equipment which blocked their path. Krill stood, finishing his examination. 

And they were suddenly blinded by a searing white light. In the other room he could hear the humans cursing and calling to each other as they staggered to stay in place and adjust to the light. Sunny lifted her weapon ready to step through the door but was blocked by Conn in the last moments.

There was a metallic hiss, and the intake’s open end slammed shut. Sunny shoved Conn out of the way and ran to the closed doors slamming up against them as if she could break through, but to no avail. She ran  back into the observation room where Krill was watching hands pressed up against the glass. 

She slammed her staff against the viewing window, but despite her power it rebounded back towards her head.

The humans had backed themselves into a double wide circle. Those on the front knelt on the ground with those on the inner ring of the circle standing behind them and aiming over their heads. Adam stood behind one of the marines facing the direction they had originally been going.

The intercom buzzed loudly, and all weapons snapped to apprehend the sound.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up.” The marines looked at each other in confusion and shock while sunny frantically began pressing buttons and pulling on levers and slamming her staff against the glass.

“I was saying to myself, you know humans always show up to save the day. Probably the souls of theirs…. Isn’t that right, Deus.”

Adam slowly panned his weapon from one side to the other eyes narrowed in concentration, “So it is you, the Gib Scientist. The one who went mad experimenting on humans?” 

There was a scoff over the intercom, “Not mad. I was right, and people couldn’t accept that now could they.” There was a long pause, “Commander Adam Vir….. I WAS hoping that they would send you. Saw it in your eyes last time we met. Something special behind there, something powerful.” 

The man made no reaction to that statement other than to continue panning his weapon slowly, “Any other day I would be flattered, but today I am going to have to ask you to turn yourself in.”

The Gib let of a rather choked laugh somewhere between a squeaking and a trilling, “Now that wouldn’t be prudent commander, besides, if I did that, than what would be the point of gassing you. See it would be silly, you would all be sleeping, and I would be standing around waiting.”

“GET DOWN!” Sunny commanded stepping away from the glass and aiming down the shaft of her weapon.

In the other room, The humans had scattered like leaves on a high wind pulling anything they could find over their noses and mouths scrambling to cover the intake vents with whatever they could find. 

“I have been studying you humans for a very long time. I know all your weaknesses, I know all of your little quirks, so I think to myself, why bother fighting a human when you can knock them out remotely with chemical incapacitating agents.”

A burst of energy roced Sunny backwards shooting across the small space before crashing into the glass. The entire room shook, but the energy dissipated as if it had crashed into solid steel.

The humans were frantically calling information to each other faces covered. But sunny noticed how their movement grew lethargic, their bodies sagged.

At the other door Conn was waving to get her attention, but she ignored him as the voice came back over the com, “Do you like it, it's a little fentanyl derivation of mine that I cooked up. Of course, I wasn’t the first to think of it, I think it was originally the Russians, a human chemical derived for human incapacitant. But you know that's how you should deal with humans because the only ones that can truly handle humans are other humans.” 

Inside the rooms the marines were fighting to stay upright, but it was no use; the first to go down was one of the shorter female marines. She staggered once, and then spilled onto the floor her weapon clattering loudly against the tiles. Adam leaped forward to check on her kneeling next to her body. 

She was followed closely by two more marines who hit the floor with a dull thud. The others leaned heavily against the walls before sliding slowly to the floor.

“Of course, the last time this was use 15% of the people it was used on died. I really hope this batch gives me a higher survival percentage, but I can only hope.” 

“Why ... are you doing this.” Adam whispered head bobbing as he fought against the chemical.

“ADAM.” Sunny screamed 

He didn’t hear her as the voice above his head continued speaking, “Personally, I just want to continue my studies, but in order to pull this off I needed help, and their plans are a little more wide reaching. Conquering and destruction, you know that sort of thing. Of course, I don’t much care for it, but if all goes well, I get an endless supply of test subjects and they get dominion over the known galaxy. Oh, and don’t worry about your friends, the two in the docking bay were subdued without issue, and the two troop transports have been taken command of by my starborn friends.” 

So that’s why Conn had been trying to get her attention. 

Inside the room, Adam’s mouth opened to speak, but at the last moment his eyes rolled back in his head and he sagged downwards slumping over the body of the original fallen marine.

“ADAM!” 

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I’m Always Curious

Masterlist | Part Two Notes: So. Not sure if I’ll make this a series or not? But I’m considering it.

Pairing: Captain Pike x Reader Summary: The first half of the journey had been fine: we'd paired off and ventured into caves that showed no life signs and minimal damage. But after a couple of hours, a harsh storm had blown in, jamming communications between the rest of the away team, as well as the Enterprise.

"Is there anything you dislike about Starfleet?” I cast Captain Pike a wary look. There wasn't a ton of space between us; the path narrowed the farther in we got, and the Captain had insisted we stay close to the mouth of the cave. Once the storm passed, we'd be able to make contact with Enterprise, and the rest of the away team. “When commanding officers ask me questions like that and expect me to answer honestly,” I said, prompting a wry smile from the Captain. Away missions were rare for Communications officers, and in my experience, it was rarer still that Pike insisted he join them. Uthea CR4 was a Class M planet that had experienced an extinction event hundreds of years ago. The last of the species had retreated into caves, logged their histories on the walls. Our away team had consisted of two scientists, three Communications officers, and the Captain. 

The first half of the journey had been fine: we'd paired off and ventured into caves that showed no life signs and minimal damage. But after a couple of hours, a harsh storm had blown in, jamming communications between the rest of the away team, as well as the Enterprise. Captain Pike had had to coax me away from the histories I'd been translating, reminding me that we'd scanned them and I'd be able to comb through them in more detail once we were back on the ship. 

The Captain and I looked away from one another as thunder rumbled outside. My eyes drifted back to him as lightning illuminated his features. 

"Why do you ask?" I asked after a moment. He turned back to me, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "I'm always curious as to what people consider a drawback when it comes to service. For most, it's family." I gave a small head shake. "No problem for me there, sir." "...You seem close to Number One." " 'Close' is relative, sir." "She considers you a good friend." " 'Good' is also relative, sir." "And now I'm starting to understand why you seem to get along so well with Mr. Spock." I smiled a little bit, lowering my eyes to my lap. "... Why did you choose to come on this away mission?" I asked curiously. He shifted in his place, stretching his legs out. They nearly reached the opposite wall. "Would you believe that a captain can go stir crazy?" "I would. But you could go on potentially any mission you like. You went out of your way to go on this one." "Why do you ask?" He parroted. I shrugged. "I'm always curious." That prompted a soft chuckle from the captain. "These caves, the landscape. Reminds me of home," He told me.  "And where is home?" "Mojave. It's a city on Earth." "It's strange, to think you could find something so familiar millions of lightyears away," I commented lightly. Pike nodded. There was a faraway look in his eyes; close to me as he might be, I knew the man was millions of miles off. There had never been a good reason for me to be in such close quarters with Pike. The man was handsome, I'd already known that. He came across as respectful, firm and stern when needed, but kind overall. Una spoke highly of him; the only thing I'd ever heard her rail against was his stubbornness (not that she had any leg to stand on; she was incredibly stubborn in her own right). "... Lieutenant?" Not only had I been caught staring, but I had completely missed the fact that he'd started speaking. "I'm sorry, Captain, I wasn't attending. What did you say?" "I asked where you were from." "Oh. Earth." "Whereabouts?"   "New York." "You miss it?" I smiled, nodding. "At moments. But I prefer the Enterprise." "No need to try and convince me, lieutenant." "Just being honest, sir." Another roll of thunder. My eyes followed Pike as he stood and wandered closer to the mouth of the cave. The sky was beginning to lighten. "Well, I think we can mark your first away mission as a rousing success," he said sarcastically. I chuckled, pulling my knees up to my chest. "It's not so bad. I got to see evidence of a pre-warp civilization in person, feel their etchings under my fingertips... And the company isn't so bad, either." It was something I likely wouldn't have said if I'd had just a lick of self-preservation. But despite the immediate embarrassment I felt after speaking, Pike simply offered me a smile. The trill of a communicator kept me from saying anything else stupid. Pike unhooked it from his belt. "Pike here." "Captain, we've regained transporter power." I straightened up at the sound of Una's voice over Pike's communicator. "Have you made contact with the rest of the away team?" "Affirmative. They've been beamed aboard." Pike looked over to me, watching as I stood. "You ready to go?" He asked. I raised a brow. "Are you?" Pike's lips quirked into a smile before he schooled his face into its typical neutral set. "Two to beam up, Number One." 

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