#Could A Spaceship Wrap Around The Universe & Destroy Itself
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VOL. 1 - Chapter V
CW: Mild violence and a little bit of blood
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Monday
February 28, 2022
4:16 PM
Rory was reading on their phone while everyone else was minding their own business. They hear some people talking about the weather. But the elf was lost in their own thoughts and was remembering their magic. He draws a circle with his fingers and waits for something to happen. Rory would continue drawing symbols and practicing his magic.
“I also remember having strange dreams whenever I'm asleep.” he spoke in his own thoughts and started to zone out. But suddenly, dark oozes were appearing and the ground was shaking. Rory suddenly snapped out of their thoughts and heard noises. Once it stopped, a dark crystal appeared from the ground and the figure fell out.
The figure slowly got up and shifted into a humanoid being, then summoned a dark staff. “Greetings Nethiloc… It is I, Xero… your god of this world! Everyone on this planet will be under my control!” he spoke as everyone stared in silence, including Rory and his friends. The elf was confused about the tall figure and he looked at the sky, noticing it getting dark. The sky was changing from turquoise to gray and the wind was getting strong.
Suddenly, a shadow monster came out of a puddle of dark goo and jumped on Rory. As they were fighting it, Reggie grabbed it and threw it aside. Once Helga and the others got to the elf, they all noticed that Rory was bitten on their right arm. Then, more shadow monsters appear from the substances, attacking the citizens and wrapping them up in cocoons. While Xero was watching the chaos, the elf got up, but was shaking and started to shout out loud.
“Hey edgelord, I'm going to kick your ass!”
The god looked at the group and pointed his dark staff at them, charging up his magic. Before he could blast them, a barrier appeared at the group, making them float. They were all taken to a space pod and it flew off. Xero looked away and glanced at the city, watching his minions roam around and attack anything they see.
“My fellow minions, destroy any light sources and let darkness consume! I'll make sure that the whole universe will be under my control!” he exclaimed and raised his staff in the air. The dark crystal started to grow more as the light sources were being absorbed. Xero would create a temple nearby the city and levitate towards it, walking inside. Once he got in and walked to the stairs, he went to the throne room and sat down.
He summoned a crystal ball and watched the city being surrounded by darkness. He started to remember that the spaceship was being controlled by another person he used to know. Xero would get up and walk up to the window, staring at the sky with a smirk. “We'll see each other again, challenger…”
The city was no longer filled with light.
It was dark and cloudy.
Nethiloc was now dead.
Meanwhile in space, Rory and his friends were still in the pod and it connected itself to the entrance to a spaceship. As the doors opened, a guard and a doctor would be standing. “Uhh, are we in a spaceship?” Mo asked as xe got up with the others. “Yes, now come with me and let the doctor help your friend.” the guard spoke and Rory walked with the doctor. He looked at his friends walking away as he was led to a medical room.
When he sat down on the chair, the doctor took out a first aid kit and looked at him. “Can you remove your jacket please?” he asked as Rory took it off and looked at the mark. The doctor held their right arm and saw the bite mark. The doctor sprayed some peroxide and carefully wiped the wound. “I got bitten by some shadow-like creature… is it bad?” they asked the doctor as they were wincing. “As long as it doesn't get to your veins, you're alright.”
Rory watched as the doctor wrapped up some bandages on the right arm. After he did that, he placed the supplies back in the cabinet and grabbed his device. “Who is this god named Xero? Did he do something…?” the elf asked as the doctor put his stylus pen down. “He was an ally of Regina who created the Azulverse… the planet that you live on. But now, he is an enemy to her.” he informed the teenage elf.
As the doctor walked to the door, he turned to Rory and spoke again. “You need to rest for now, I’ll inform your friends and the others. Then, we’ll get you prepared afterwards.” The elf looked at his right arm and watched the doctor dim the lights, then closed the door. Rory began to lie down and stare at the ceiling, letting his mind wander off.
When he was about to close his eyes, he kept reminding himself about his past and his careers. How he wants to achieve his goals and learn about himself. Their mind was now filled with his own future predictions, but some may not be happening. Rory took a moment to think about their life and who will be there for them.
But something was starting to bother them. The elf started to open their eyes and looked at their right arm. He started to rub the bandage carefully due to the wound stinging. “Did that shadow monster bite me that deep?” Rory questioned himself and he got up. He was thinking about taking the bandages off, but he decided not to. He opened the door and left the medical room, hoping that he’ll find out what is actually happening. “Maybe I’ll go find the person who is running the ship.” he spoke in his thoughts while walking.
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Could A Spaceship Wrap Around The Universe & Destroy Itself?
Could A Spaceship Wrap Around The Universe & Destroy Itself?
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Out Of Time ~ 130
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Word Count: 2,820ish
Summary: The battle for the Infinity Stones begins, both on Earth and on Titan.
Previously on Out Of Time…
“I went forward in time to view alternate futures,” Strange panted. “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.”
“How many did you see?” Star-Lord wonders.
“14,000,605.”
“How many did we win?” Tony asked.
Strange stared intently at Tony for a moment, almost sad like. Before looking past him at Y/N. “One.”
Everyone turned to look where Strange was looking. Y/N was still standing, with green eyes and green energy encircling her head. Tony rushed over, grasping Y/N by the arms.
“Y/N!” Tony called, trying gently to shake her out of whatever was happening. “Come on, honey. Push through!”
“Mr. Stark, what’s happening to her?” Peter asked worriedly.
“The Time Stone is controlling her,” Strange answered.
“Y/N, come on!” Tony continued, shaking her again.
Gasping dramatically, Y/N fell forward into Tony. The Time Stone’s energy evaporated into the air as Y/N tried to cling onto Tony.
“It’s okay, I got you,” Tony responded, holding onto Y/N. “I got you.”
From over Tony’s shoulder, Y/N met Strange’s gaze. He knew what she had seen and been told. He shook his head as if to tell her that she couldn’t say anything. She clenched her eyes shut and tried to hold Tony closer.
“It’s okay, we’re okay,” Tony continued to try and calm Y/N. “I’ve got you.”
“We need a plan,” Y/N whispered. “And fast.” She pulled away, looking into Tony’s eyes. “Before it’s too late.”
~~~
The small team came up with a plan and were all heading for their places. Tony grabbed Y/N’s arm, stopping her, and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
“You are worth more than their lives, you understand?” He whispered. “You do anything to get the Stones and survive.”
“I understand,” she responded with a nod. “The same goes for you.”
“I love you,” he breathed out before pulling her in for another kiss. He was clearly pouring everything into it, like it could be their last. “Say safe.” Then he walked away.
Thanos appeared not long after everyone had gotten into position. It was clear to Y/N that he had used the Space Stone to create a portal to get there. Thanos studied his surroundings, stopping at Maw’s destroyed ship. Strange was sitting on some steps to the side of Thanos, with Y/N hiding behind a post. She had never sensed this many Stones at once. Thanos had successfully retrieved the Reality, Space, Power, and Soul Stones. He only needed two more.
“Oh, yeah, you’re much more of a Thanos,” Strange commented, turning Thanos’ attention to him.
“I take it the Maw is dead,” Thanos stated, taking a few steps towards Strange. “This day extracts a heavy toll. Still, he accomplished his mission.”
“You may regret that. He brought you face-to-face with the Master of the Mystic Arts.”
“And where do you think he brought you?”
“Let me guess. Your home?”
Thanos smiled reminiscently. “It was. And it was beautiful.”
Thanos curled his gauntleted fist, activating the Reality Stone. As buzz formed in Y/N’s head as the planet changed to look like what it was before it was destroyed. Green lawns, intact buildings, water-filled ponds. There were strolling citizens and structures hovering above the surface.
“Titan was like most planets,” Thanos continued. “Too many mouths, and not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution.”
“Genocide,” Strange stated.
“But at random, dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a madman. And what I predicted came to pass.” Relaxing his fist, the Reality Stone stopped glowing and the illusion faded.
“Congratulations. You're a prophet.”
“I’m a survivor.”
“Who wants to murder trillions.”
“With all six stones, I could simply snap my fingers, and they would all cease to exist. I call that... mercy.”
Strange stood up. “And then what?”
“I finally rest... and watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills.”
Summoning his magical shields, Strange entered a fight pose. “I think you'll find our will equal to yours.”
“Ours?”
Looking up, Thanos saw a chunk of wreckage descending rapidly on him, too rapidly to react. He was quickly crushed by it.
“Piece of cake, Quill,” Tony commented, flying in.
Triggering his mask, Quill followed. “Yeah, if your goal was to piss him off!” He responded.
The wreckage on top of Thanos erupted in purple and he bellowed in rage. Using the Reality Stone, he turned the hovering fragments into a flock of bats, swarming Iron Man with them and driving him back through the ruins. Spider-Man then webbed Thanos’ eyes and swung in to kick him in the face. At the same time, Drax appeared, blades in both hands. He knee-slid behind Thanos and cut the back of the villain’s knee.
Dr. Strange jumped through a portal and summons a sword of magic energy. He dueled with Thanos as Drax attacked similarly on the other side. Thanos punched Drax through a ruined wall, then shattered Strange’s blade and tore the webs from his eyes. He advanced on Dr. Strange and kicked at him, but Strange’s shield absorbed the damage and the cloak lifted Strange from the ground.
Star-Lord began shooting Thanos from behind. Thanos used the Power Stone to shoot balls of energy at Star-Lord while Star-Lord leapt towards Thanos using magical platforms thrown in his path by Strange. The las one was placed above Thanos’ head and Star-Lord flipped over him and slapped a bomb onto the Titan’s back. Star-Lord sticked his landing, disengaged his helmet and flipped Thanos the bird.
“Boom!” Quill exclaimed, falling backward into a portal.
The explosion from the bomb on Thanos’ back, knocked the Titan to his knees, dazing him briefly. Y/N was still behind the post, breathing heavily cause of the Stones. The plan was for Y/N to stay there until called in. Strange and Tony were both at the understanding that nothing could happen to her. She watched as Strange’s clock swooped off his shoulders and wrapped itself tightly around Thanos’ armored hand. Strange then started to throw portals everywhere, Spider-Man leaping through them to attack Thanos.
“Magic!” Spider-Man exclaimed as he put Thanos in the head before disappearing in a portal and reappearing above. “More magic!” He yanked the Titan’s head down hard, then leapt into another portal. “Magic with a kick!” Spider-Man delivered a flying kick before disappearing and reappearing once again. “Magic with a—“
Before Spider-Man could finish, Thanos turned and grabbed him from the air. He threw Spider-Man to the ground, with a hand around his neck.
“Insect!” Thanos yelled.
Thanos threw Spider-Man at Dr. Strange, knocking them both down. As Thanos tore the cloak away from his hand, Iron Man began bombarding him with fiery explosives. Thanos sucked all the flame into the gauntlet using the Power Stone and fired it in a stream at Iron Man. Tony was hit dead on, sending him plowing through a massive fallen machine far away.
Y/N had had enough of sitting on the sidelines. Appearing in front of Thanos, her fists were glowing purple.
“What have we here?” Thanos asked, clearly unimpressed.
“Stop hurting the people I care about,” Y/N growled.
Pushing her hands forwards, she blasted Thanos back. Regaining himself, Y/N marched forward, hands glowing purple once again. It was then that something on his gauntlet caught his eye. The Power Stone was glowing, yet not because of him. Y/N blasted him again, pushing him further into the debris.
“Impossible!” Thanos exclaimed, rising from the rumble. “You’re channeling the Stones. How?”
“Does it really matter?” Y/N retorted.
She fired another beam at him, only for him to clench his fist and fire one in return. Both beams were from the Power Stone. They collided in the middle, sending both attackers crashing backwards. Tony quickly flew in and picked Y/N up, flying her to safety as Thanos fired at them.
“Stay here!” Tony ordered, dropping Y/N carefully. “Wait for the signal!”
“Tony! I could—“
“No! Stay there!"
Spider-Man leaped from behind while Thanos concentrated his fire on Iron Man. He webbed the gauntlet and dropped down in front of Thanos, pulling hard. Thanos yanked on the web-line, pulling the teenage towards him and punching him on his way past. The Titan then teared the webbing free of the gauntlet just in time for a small spaceship to attempt to crash-land on him. The ship dragged Thanos along for a distance, burying him under debris. Thanos stood just as the pilot jumped in a great arc to punch him, landing in front of him with an energy-blade at the ready.
“Well, well,” Thanos chuckled.
“You should have killed me,” the mostly robotic woman replied.
“It would’ve been a waste of parts!”
The robotic woman ran at Thanos, attacking him. “Where’s Gamora?!”
Thanos punched her away. Dr. Strange reappeared and used his magic to pin the gauntlet, pulling Thanos’ fingers open and trying to pry the gauntlet off his hand. The Titan tried to pull free just at Drax slid in. Drax kicked the Titan’s knee, knocking him off balance, before wrapping himself around Thanos’ kneeling leg.
Star-Lord shot an electric trap onto the ground, the tangle-field holding down Thanos’ unarmored hand. Spider-Man swung in, webbed Thanos’ chest and then wrapped it around behind him. Peter used his spider legs to anchor himself into the ground.
Dr. Strange opened a portal straight above Thanos, which Mantis dropped throw. She landed on the Titan’s shoulders and placed her hand on his temples. He bellowed as she tried to put him under.
“Is he under?” Tony asked. “Don’t let up.”
“Be quick,” Mantis said, starting to cry. “He is very strong.”
“Y/N!” Tony shouted, beginning to pull on the gauntlet. “You’re up!”
Y/N portaled over there. She studied the Titan in front of her before choosing to focus on the Stones. She needed to get them off the gauntlet while they tried to get the gauntlet off his hand.
“Parker, help!” Tony ordered. “Get out here.” Peter dropped his web-line and hurried over to help Tony. “She can’t hold him much longer. Let’s go.”
Star-Lord flied over to join the others and stood in front of Thanos, tauntingly. “I thought you’d be harder to catch,” he said. “For the record, this was my plan. Not so strong now, huh? Where is Gamora?”
“My Gamora…” Thanos mumbled.
“No, bull-shit. Where is she?”
Mantis gasped in shock. “He is in anguish,” she told everyone.
“Good.”
“He… he mourns,” Mantis cried.
“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax laughed.
“Gamora,” the robotic woman stated solemnly.
“What?” Quill questioned.
“Its…” Y/N whispered, feeling Thanos’ thoughts as she tried to focus on the Stones, who were fighting her back. “It’s his…”
“No! Y/N! Focus on the Stones!” Tony interrupted. “You can do this! Destiny and all that crap, right?”
“Nebula,” Quill pressed the robotic woman for an explanation.
“He took her to Vormir,” Nebula said in sadness. “He came back with the Soul Stone… but she didn’t.”
Tony quickly de-helmeted. “Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, you understand?” Tony tried to get Star-Lord’s attention as the man slowly turned to Thanos. “Don't, don't, don't engage, we've almost got this off!”
“Tell me she’s lying,” Quill demanded. “Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it!”
“I… had… to….” Thanos slowly got out.
“No, you didn’t! No, you didn’t!” Quill pistol whipped Thanos twice in the face, causing Mantis to let go in pain. “NO, YOU DIDN’T!”
“Quill!” Tony shouted. He leapt for Star-Lord’s arm, re-helmeting and leaving Spider-Man with the gauntlet. “Hey, stop! Hey, stop! Stop! Hey, stop! Stop!”
“It’s coming! It’s coming!” Peter announced. “It’s coming! I got it! I got it—“
Suddenly Thanos woke completely, now truly furious. As he head-butted Mantis and grabbed the gauntlet before it could fully leave his hand, the Soul Stone flew off of it and into Y/N’s palm. Her hand firmly enclosed around it before anyone could notice. She had never held a Stone like this before, she could feel every ounce of energy it was pouring into her.
As the fight ensued, Tony grabbed Y/N and flew her behind a large wall. His helmet disappeared as he searched her. He cupped her cheeks.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I’m fine,” she responded with a nod. “And look…” she opened her hand and the Soul Stone hovered over her palm.
“That’s my girl. Now, you need to go.”
“What?”
“You need to create a portal and go find Steve and the others.”
“No. I can’t leave you,” she responded, a lump forming in her throat as she shook her head. “Plus, Earth’s too far.”
“Yes, you can.” He tried to give her an encouraging smile. “Thanos has the Space Stone still, channel it.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Tony pulled Y/N in for a tender kiss. “I love you. So much.”
“Tony—“
“I know I hurt you and that we’ve both been stupid. And I know that you haven’t made your decision yet. But I love you. Forever and always. If we survive this, I promise to spend every day showing you just how much I love you.” He pulled her in for one last kiss. “Now, go.” He stood up, walking backwards, heading back into the fight. “Go!”
Tears falling to her cheeks, Y/N took a shaky breath as she watched Tony fly back into the fight. Cupping the Soul Stone between her hands, she closed her eyes and focused on the Space Stone.
~~~
Shuri and Vision had been left in the lab with only a few guards. Shuri was frantically working to reprogram Vision so that he could live without the Mind Stone. But it wasn’t going fast enough. A giant alien killed one of the guards just outside the lab, alerting Shuri to an issue. She began to hastily disconnect her equipment from Vision. The guards engaged with the alien, only to be sent skidding across the floor.
After Shuri finished her shutdowns, she grabbed one of her sonic panther paws and fired at the alien. The guards got back up and attacked again as she did so. The alien sent the guards and Shuri through the balcony railing and onto the main lab floor.
Y/N appeared, cheeks still fresh with tears, in the lab. She quickly took in what was happening and ran to help Shuri off the floor.
“Y/N?” Shuri questioned. “Where have you been?”
“Long story,” Y/N answered. “But I brought something with me.” She revealed the Soul Stone in her palm. “I need Wanda. We can destroy it together.”
Before Shuri could respond, they heard Vision cry out.
“Here!” Shuri said, placed a comm in Y/N’s hand. “You’ll need this.”
With a small, grateful smile, Y/N put the comms device in her ear and shoved the Stone in her pocket. Running up to the balcony part where Vision was suppose to be, she heard glass breaking. Reaching the floor, Y/N saw that the alien and Vision had crashed out of the window and down the face of the mountain.
“Guys, we got a Vision situation here!” Sam warned over the comms.
“Somebody get to Vision!” Steve ordered.
“I got him!” Bruce responded.
“Not if I get there first,” Y/N replied.
“Y/N?!” A chorus of voices filled her ear.
“Doll, where are you?” Bucky immediately asked. “And where the hell have you been?”
“Not really the time,” she answered.
“Is Tony with you?” Rhodey asked.
“He’s keeping Thanos occupied. The more important thing though is we now have two Stones instead of just one.”
“You have another Stone?” Steve asked. “Destroy it! Now!”
“I’m gonna need Wanda’s help.”
“On my way,” Wanda replied, but crashes were heard from her end.
“Just try Y/N!” Steve continued. “Do it!”
“I don’t—“
“Y/N,” Bucky calmly called. “You can do this.”
Y/N let out a shaky breath and slowly got onto her knees. With a trembling hand, she retrieved the Soul Stone from her pocket. The Soul Stone floated above her palm, effortlessly. She then moved her hands and the Stone so that it was floating in-between them. Focusing her power onto the Stone, she closed her eyes. Her hands were shaking at the power coursing through him and out onto the Stone. Eventually, her hands calmed and her power stopped. Slowly, Y/N opened her eyes. Only to quickly realize, she wasn’t in Wakanda anymore.
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Inktober #25: Tasty
This is set in the same universe as #5: Build, but features a completely different species and set of characters.
Rrahe’nek stared at the tiny, coatless creature looking up at him, its teeth bared but its digits bereft of weapons. Instead, there was a rich-smelling ceramic dish in its hands, hot, steaming and wrapped in a cloth. It spoke incomprehensibly.
He had come here expecting a battle. Hoping. The newest species to enter galactic territory was a protégé of the Diwar, and Rrahe’nek despised the feathered ones. They were arrogant, but pathetic. Their weapons were superb, no one denied that, but their warriors were cowards, planting bombs and running away. Rrahe’nek had heard that their proteges had far inferior technology, were smaller, and had no natural physical weapons. Either they were the weakest prey-sapients the Kai had ever encountered, or they had ferocious battle techniques to make up for their biological inadequacies. When one had come alone toward the Kai encampment, Rrahe’nek had been delighted, assuming it was the second option. He had come out alone himself to meet the alien warrior in battle, take its measure… and defeat it, of course, no aliens had ever defeated a Kai warrior in single combat, but the contest would be exhilarating before Rrahe’nek won it in the end.
Instead, here he was faced with a small alien with a curled mane, but no fur elsewhere on its body, holding out what smelled like a dish of cooked food.
He poked his tongue into the bead at the back of his mouth that activated his voder as a communicator. “Warrior Fifth Rank Rrahe’nek to den.”
“Den here, Warrior Fifth. Heat signature says you’re in range of the alien, but have not engaged?”
“That’s correct. It – it seems to be trying to give me food.”
A moment of silence. Then, “What.”
“Its teeth are bared, but it has no weapons, it’s made no threatening moves, it isn’t running away, and it’s trying to hand me a dish that smells like fish.”
“Hold position. We’re getting eyes on your location.”
“Acknowledged.”
“Udahn uhnis’tanmiyai noo, buyanoo aiwoh nurcha, rai’?”
The language wasn’t in the Kai language database yet. No one had thought they’d need it just to engage hostilities and take over the planet. The alien colony was small and had very little detectable weaponry; it was assumed that as soon as the aliens made the first move, and attacked, it would be simplicity itself to rout them, either kill them all or send them running with their nonexistent tails between their obligate-bipedal legs. Being able to speak the alien language wouldn’t have been necessary to fight them, and given the tiny size of the colony, almost certainly not necessary to win, either.
But this alien was breaking the pattern. It was clearly not a warrior. It had the exaggerated mammaries that Rrahe’nek remembered hearing about in the briefing, marking it as a female – so it might be a leader or ambassador or an assistant to an important alien, but nothing it was wearing was any kind of rank or class signal that Rrahe’nek could read. It had no weapons, and the only sign Rrahe’nek could see of any fear or battle readiness was those bared teeth.
The alien stopped baring its teeth and set the ceramic cooking dish down on the ground, and then joined it, sitting down in a position of complete vulnerability with its legs folded in front of it. It leaned forward slightly, and Rrahe’nek tensed, but it was only rubbing its knee.
“What is it doing?” Rrahe’nek’s ear jewel asked him, carrying the transmission from den.
“It’s sitting. On the ground. Rubbing its knees.”
“Does it have a gray mane? A gray mane means an elder in this race.” Kai were mostly color-blind but in very bright sunlight like this, they could make out a few shades.
“No, a dark mane.”
“Eyes in place.” A pause. “Mother of all. That creature looks ridiculous. Doesn’t it know you could swipe its head off?”
“It must, it’s baring – oh, wait, no it’s not. That’s odd. Its mouth has pulled upward on the sides as if it’s about to bare its teeth, but it’s holding position there. And it hasn’t broken the gaze since it sat down.” The gaze, between Kai, was a challenge for social status. In ancient days, a Kai who stared at a higher-status Kai might be killed, but they were civilized now, and followed the Way. None who followed the Way would initiate a physical combat, and any who could not keep to the Way were outcast, so nowadays Kai staring contests were purely social challenges, where whoever broke the gaze first lost the game and took the social penalty. Rrahe’nek didn’t dare look away. It was a matter of honor; he would not lose to this puny alien.
His mouth watered. The hot fish thing smelled so good.
“See if you can scare it,” den ordered.
Rrahe’nek lunged toward the creature with a growl. It shrank back, and then sat back up, lowering its gaze to admit submission… but it didn’t get up and leave, or run, or freeze in position. It said something incomprehensible.
“It won’t initiate hostilities,” Rrahe’nek reported, frustrated.
The Way demanded that no Kai ever initiate hostilities. Insults were acceptable, pointedly mocking poetry was acceptable, competitive games and gloating over winning them were rude but acceptable… but physical attacks were not. However, once an opponent opened hostilities, the Way of the Kai allowed them to use all force at their disposal to end the threat.
So when the Kai wanted a colony world for themselves, and another space-faring race was already on it, the Kai had a technique that never failed. Land near the other race, build a den, posture a lot with weapons, and the aliens would either initiate hostilities or run away, every single time.
All races feared the Kai. They were tall, broadshouldered and thickly furred, with sharp fangs on their upper and lower jaws for holding prey in place while their other pointed teeth ripped holes in pelts or skin or flesh. Pointed ears on the top of their heads that could swivel in the direction of sound, their eyes with a tapetum to reflect light and a vertical pupil that could shrink to barely a sliver, and whiskers on their faces, shoulders and wrists to tell them when they were entering an area too small for their entire bodies to fit. They could drop to all fours and run like the wind or leap like bouncing rubber, or stay on two legs and use their delicate digits to manipulate the world. All of their digits were adorned with retractable claws. Fur kept them warm even in frigid climates
There were animals very similar to the Kai on every planet that had complex life forms. Their scientists speculated that it was because Kai-formed animals were perfect predators, so convergent evolution had shaped the creatures of many planets to make Kai-formed creatures. Some saw it as proof that the Great Mother had intended them to den on every world. Some thought ancient Kai-formed beings had gone around to every planet, planting a genetic template that would someday create a Kai-formed creature. Regardless of the reason, every sapient species in space knew that Kai-formed creatures were the ultimate in dangerous predators, and so they were primed to be terrified of the Kai. Which meant that the simplest show of military force, the tiniest presentation of threat potential, and fight-or-flight compelled them to open hostilities or run, and if they opened hostilities, the Way allowed the Kai to fight them and drive them off the planet.
And yet here this small alien sat with a dish that smelled of delicious freshwater goodness, and no weapons.
“We’re implementing translation drones. Stand by.”
The drones flew down and surrounded the creature. This did startle it, and it got hastily to its feet again, but it still didn’t make a threatening move. The drones showed holograms of various things – Kai, trees, spaceships, textiles, minerals and so forth – and spoke in Arrnehukai, the standardized language of the Kai Empire. Then they played back the sounds they’d already captured from the alien, to persuade it to give its own names for things. It was plainly fairly intelligent; it caught on quickly and started to describe everything it saw, pointing at things and saying their names.
Within half an hour, the translation algorithms had analyzed enough of the language for communication. Which was good, because Rrahe’nek was very bored by this point. Knowing now that his voder would translate it into something the alien could understand, he spoke harshly, hoping to provoke the alien into a threatening move.
“Identify yourself, alien creature! This planet now belongs to the Kai Empire, and you should know that every other time we conquered a planet, any aliens who remained on the planet were destroyed!”
“Oh, I’m sure that’s true,” the alien said, its words being translated by his ear jewel, “but this planet doesn’t belong to the Kai. We hyuminz did colonize first, so by interstellaw law it’s our planet – but I’m sure we’d be happy to share! It’s a very big world, and surely there’s room for both of us.”
This was such a preposterous suggestion, Rrahe’nek could only stare. In lieu of his response, the alien gabbled on. “Now, you see, when I heard that you had landed near us, I knew it would only be neighborly to greet you and give you a gift, and my homeland’s traditions – I’m from uur’th, and specifically a place called mihnehsohtuh, don’t you know – well, we give gifts of homemade food to our new neighbors, to greet them and be friendly. And I didn’t know what you folks ate, but everyone says you’re just like uur’th kahtz, and I’ve never met a kaht that didn’t love fish. So I baked you up a nice fish casserole, with cheese – I don’t know if you can eat cheese, but I hope you can because it really adds to the flavor, but if it turns out you can’t, why, I’ll just take this fork and pull out all the fish for you onto a plate.”
This was mind-boggling. Unprecedented. The Way was very, very clear about hospitality and the treatment of neighbors. If another Kai approached you with arms raised in threat, and you responded by raising your own arms, it was understood that as soon as the weaker one broke the metaphorical gaze by initiating violence, you had the right to defend yourself with full force. But if another Kai approached you with arms bearing gifts, and no weapons, and their posture was one of friendship, the Way required that you accept the gift and return one of equal value, and accept the other as a friend.
Rrahe’nek couldn’t read the alien’s posture to know that it was a friendly posture, but everything the alien had said, now that the translator was working, expressed a desire for friendship, hospitality and no hostility. This was impossible. Only Kai ever expressed friendship and hospitality to Kai. Aliens had never done such a thing in the entire history of the Empire.
“I – you – but aren’t you afraid of us? I could harm you! We could wipe out your race!”
“I know you can,” the alien said. “Everyone says what mighty warriors you are. We hyuminz are much too weak to be much of a threat to you. But when we learned you had landed, I took a look at what other alien races said about how their conflicts with you started, and it sounded to me like they always started it! So I said to myself, I said, ‘naensee, maybe the problem here is that no one has ever approached you Kai with neighborly intent. Maybe, if I bake up a nice casserole and bring it over to you to express hyumahndeez desire to be friends with you, it’ll turn out that you respect hospitality and friendship and you’d be willing to share this planet with us.’ It couldn’t hurt, right? I mean, if a battle broke out, of course we hyuminz would lose and probably all of us would die, and if we didn’t die we’d have to evacuate, and I have spent far too many years trying to get my rhohz bushes to grow on this world to leave them behind, don’t you know. So either this would work, or, well, the worst would happen, but it would happen anyway if I didn’t try, so what harm could it do to make the offer?”
Rrahe’nek understood, then, that there would be no glorious battle, and that the Kai strategy had failed. The aliens – they called themselves hyuminz – would not be driven off this world. The Way would not allow it. He would not allow it, for one of the most dishonorable things a Kai could do was to violate the laws of hospitality.
“…I will taste your casserole,” he said. The Way demanded it. If the hyuminz were treacherous and had poisoned the dish, then he would have lost his life for an excellent reason, proving that a species who claimed friendship should be wiped out for being liars. And if they hadn’t poisoned it… his mouth had been watering since he met the creature and smelled the dish.
He sat down on the ground in front of the hyuminz. It unwrapped the cloth around the dish, revealing several paper plates on top and plastic utensils with smooth scoops. “It’s really better to eat with a fork, but I didn’t want to risk you poking yourselves,” the hyuminz said, as it – the mammary glands made it clear that it was a she, actually – as she scooped food onto a plate and presented it to Rrahe’nek.
It was delicious. He’d never had anything like it. Kai understood the concept of baking a casserole, combining meat in layers, sometimes with a starch to bind it together, but this took it to a new level. Instead of a starch binding, there was an incredibly tasty salty substance that smelled, just slightly, of mother’s milk. Rrahe’nek ate at a measured, careful pace, as befitting a follower of the Way.
His ear jewel, silent except for translations of the alien’s words for all this time, finally spoke. “Ask it how it knew that we follow the Way,” den instructed.
“I believe it is female. Large mammary glands,” he said to den. His voder didn’t translate, since he was transmitting.
“Is she a leader among her kind?”
He asked that first. The hyumin – he had learned that the -z ending meant many of them – laughed. “Oh dearie me, not so you’d notice,” she said. “My husband is the Mayor, but all I’m in charge of is a gardening club.”
Rrahe’nek wanted to ask what kind of beings put a male in charge when there was an available female, who was even his mate, to run things, but perhaps this species had more sexual equality than the Kai had managed to attain. “How did you know of our Way?” he asked.
“Your Way? I don’t know anything about that. I just know that it looked like you never attacked first.”
“But – all species fear the Kai. Kai-formed creatures on every world are fierce predators that terrify every sapient species. Why were you hyuminz not so afraid?”
“Well, if you were giant spiders, I might have done things differently! But you look just like big kahtz. I know, taig’rz and lai’ohz are also kahtz, and I guess if those were the only ones hyumandee knew about, we might have the same reaction. But I have three kahtz sleeping on my bed at night, every night.” She looked him up and down. “You’re frightening because you’re powerful, you know how to fight and we all know you’re willing to fight, but that was true every time a hyumin meets another one from a different place, all throughout our history, and that’s the best time to try to make friends. I’m not so scared of you just because you’re kahtz that I couldn’t think about being a good neighbor!”
These kahtz were plainly Kai-formed creatures. Why did this hyumin have Kai-formed creatures sleeping in her bed? Were hyuminz really that terrifying that even Kai-formed creatures submitted to them rather than taking them as prey? “What is a kaht?” Rrahe’nek asked.
“Well, it’s like you, but four-legged all the time, and about this big.” She held her hands apart to describe a very small animal, not even worth hunting.
What.
“You… have tiny Kai-formed on your planet?”
“Yes! We befriended them thousands of years ago; they help to keep vermin from eating the food we used to store for the winter, and they’re very cute and cuddly.” She lifted the dish. “Do you want seconds?”
“I should not. Gluttony is against the Way.”
“I understand. We probably want to save some for the other Kai, too, right? But I tell you what, next chance I get, I’ll bake you up another one. What’s your name?”
“Rrahe’nek.”
“Rahuhnek,” she repeated, not getting it exactly right, but close enough. “I’m Naensee.” Holding the dish with one hand, she reached out to him with the other. “My knees are much too old for this,” she said. “Can you help me up?”
And that made her an elder, deserving of respect and deference. Rrahe’nek easily pulled her to her feet. “Will you come to the den and talk to the leaders, Naensee? You can give them your fish casserole as well, and tell them about your plan to be friends to the Kai.”
“That sounds lovely. Lead the way.”
His ear jewel said wistfully, “Don’t feed it all to the bosses. Save some for us in Communications. It looks tasty.”
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What's A Little Galaxy-Wide Destruction Between Friends?
A Ratchet and Clank One-Shot
Five days after saving the galaxy from the Deplanetizer, Elaris is greeted by an old friend, who wishes to talk to her, vent a little, and give her life advice. Unfortunately for her, her old friend also happens to be a freshly transformed robot version of a dangerous criminal madman that everyone believed was dead.
Elaris & Dr. Nefarious friendship
Characters: Elaris, Dr. Nefarious, Lawrence, Qwark (mentioned)
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Author's Notes: I saw the movie and immediately made the connection between Elaris and Nefarious, and by god, I was going to get this down.
I realize this isn't the first "Nefarious talks to Elaris about her job" fic out there, but I kinda wanted to write a version where Nefarious and Elaris were friends before the whole evil thing kinda split them apart and, despite everything, they still have positive feelings about each other.
It was a challenge writing Nefarious as a mixture of absolutely terrifying and also completely vulnerable and a bit in a fragile state. It's been a bad last couple of days for Nefarious. Also I was going to explain where Lawrence came from but it also came off as more "fitting" that he just *has* Lawrence.
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"Yep, this sure is Umbris alright."
Elaris, technical support of the Galactic Rangers and one of the saviors of the galaxy a mere five days ago, was doing a menial patrol shift above the atmosphere of Umbris with no one to keep her company.
Despite not being in her expertise and despite this being a rather boring shift, Elaris had asked to be on Galactic Ranger patrol today. She got a few questions from her coworkers - after all, today was double XP weekend and a holiday event in League of Legendaries and they expected her to be holed up in her lab for days - but she won out in the end. She took the same spaceship she normally did, a beaten up little thing that could be best described as "dependable" and "cozy" and nothing more.
She didn't want to admit it out loud, but she was getting cabin fever from being in her in the lab, just a glorified broom closet, all day. She was kinda hoping that, by helping with the Deplanetizer and helping to save the galaxy, she would at least get a bit of a laboratory upgrade as a reward. Instead, with the media breathing down their necks and Qwark doing his big apology tour, her tiny comments of "can I please get a proper laboratory?" were written down as "things to do later" as they asked the new rookie Ratchet question after question of his upbringing and his mysterious past.
And she couldn't help but feel that she was going to be in that broom closet for quite a while now.
Sitting alone in a spaceship - with no sound to greet her but the steady hum of all the ship's computers - while keeping an eye on the airspace of a muddy, near uninhabited planet was at least brightening her mood a bit and allowing her to clear her head.
Anything to get her mind off the fact that the weapons technician before her died in the process.
That was the biggest bummer of the whole Deplanetizer ordeal in her eyes. At the end of the day, Dr. Nefarious was dead. He fell from a space station onto the surface of planet Umbris and that was that. Elaris was hoping that they'd be able to arrest him and that she'd get a chance to talk to him somehow, but instead they found a barely identifiable pile of flesh that had his DNA.
She couldn't help herself. She felt sad that he had to die like that.
Her other coworkers in the Galactic Rangers thought that she was being too idealistic about her old science partner and friend, that Dr. Nefarious was too far gone even before he tried to blow up the entire galaxy with a giant laser. But she wasn't asking for any miracles. She just wanted to ask him why.
And if he was thrown into a maximum security cell for the rest of his life after she asked him what was going on in his giant skull of his, that would be enough for her. They haven't spoken in two years and it'd be nice to hear his voice again, even if his voice could not be described as pleasing to the ear.
But now she couldn't, because he was nothing but a pile of squishy goo on planet Umbris.
Fitting to her mood, as she contemplated her now dead friend, the lights in her spaceship began to flicker ominously. "No, no, no, no-" she pleaded with the ship's computer before the lighting system went dead.
"Oh come on!" she shouted to the spaceship as she was enveloped in darkness. The universe sure knew how to tell sick jokes sometimes. Muttering about budget cuts, she got up from her seat and walked towards the back where she could probably whack the power supply with a wrench until it began working again.
She didn't get that far. She entered the hallway connecting the cockpit to the other small quarters of her spaceship while complaining about how she should've checked the fuses before she left headquarters when a shape with glowing eyes detached itself from the shadows, skittered over to her position, and then suddenly pressed her against the wall in the span of two seconds.
"Don't. Sound. The Alarm."
Elaris stood paralyzed, a cold metallic claw wrapped around her face. The main source of illumination in the dark hallway came from piercing red eyes set in black, empty eye sockets of the most terrifying robot she's ever seen. It was a bony creature with sharp metal claws and fearsome wings, looming over her even in its hunched over position, smelling of the same harsh cleaning chemicals used to remove blood stains off of metallic surfaces. Acid green lighting came from the creature's skull, transparent and revealing the many horrible devices whirring within.
Her immediate thought was that some horrible zombie robot had risen from the grave and came to wreak vengeance for his fallen crew as she stared at the skeletal features. Her mind racing, she wondered just what ancient pirate curse was roaming around this sector as the creature watched her squirm.
"Elaris, it's me." the horrific creature said in a electronic voice that sounded oddly familiar. The voice was high and gravelly and grating to her ears, but it unlocked memories of several years ago when her fellow Galactic Ranger Dr. Nefarious was yelling at Qwark from another room that yes, he was still working on the Combusters, Qwark, and that if he continued rushing him he was going to shove them right up his-
"Nefarious!?" Elaris shouted, which sounded like "Mmmarmemous?" through the hand placed on her mouth.
"I am going to let you go now, and when I do, I want you do not run away or to scream or anything like that! I just want to talk!" Dr. Nefarious continued. "Got it?"
She nodded, her brain immediately noting the cosmic irony in this situation. Gently, he removed his hand from her face and quietly backed up a step, watching her as she shrank against the wall. Immediately he cackled in the kind of laughter that sounded more anxious than joyful.
"Good! Good! You're not calling the Rangers or trying to pull a weapon on me! You're actually going to listen to me that's-" he quickly broke out in a giggle that sounded both nervous and utterly deranged. "You know honestly I didn't expect to get this far!"
As the panic melted away to be replaced with a more cautious fear, Elaris could examine him more closely. She worked with sentient and non-sentient robots on a daily basis - hell, one of her coworkers was one - but he looked...uncanny.
He was breathing for one, something even the most realistic robots never did. His movements were too lifelike, from the way he could set his jaw to the movements of his eyes. He was very twitchy, his parts fidgeting in a way that was normal with organic lifeforms but looked neurotic on robots. This was not a simple consciousness transfer into a robot double as a back-up in case his organic body was destroyed; this robot clearly worked from the same blueprint as his original body.
Or was his original body, just horrifically modified.
Mentally she placed her memory of Nefarious over this creature and could pick out places where things were missing. He was skinnier, his facial features gone as if forcefully removed. If Nefarious had built himself a robot double, he would've remembered his ears and nose. Something about this robot creature seemed...wrong.
'He didn't plan this,' Elaris thought. 'Something else did this to him.'
"What....happened to you with the Deplanetizer?" Elaris asked. 'I thought you were dead' remained unspoken but very much implied. She reached out to touch him and he flinched away from her hand with a tiny yelp, a very fresh and vivid memory of pain flashing through his databanks. She withdrew her hand and he exhaled - there he was doing more things that was really creepy for robots to do - and ran a hand up his glass dome of a head.
"I survived the fall from the space station to the planet's surface. Thankfully my prototype armor suit was able to keep me from not dying, falling from a great height like that, but I was badly injured, and I was swarmed by a bunch of repair droids. They're programmed to help with situations like a rescue but they were confused. They mistook my armor's energy frequencies as a part of me so they..." a tiny sob got caught in his throat from the memory as his shoulders sagged and he looked down at his hands. "-ha...thought I was a robot..."
He paused and looked up at her and a heavy silence fell between them. The very implications of what he said hung in the air. She said nothing but judging by his changed expression, which looked absolutely wounded, her face was betraying just how horrific she found this. Another not-quite-a-robot sigh.
"...I kept telling them to stop. I would black out at times, so I don't even remember how long I was being operated on. Even when my vocal cords weren't online yet, I was pleading for them to stop. They...left a big SQUISHY pile of my removed organs and skin and bone in a corner and still I was screaming at them to reverse it!"
Suddenly he slammed the palms of his hands into the wall and his voice turned into a harsh, metallic yell.
"AT ONE POINT THEY PULLED MY BRAIN OUT OF MY SKULL WHILE I WAS STILL CONSCIOUS!"
"Oh..." She wasn't sure what else to say beyond that. Sorry? Ouch? She wasn't sure if a friendly assuring pat on the back would do it in this situation either since he seemed very adverse to touch right now.
"I needed to talk to someone - besides Lawrence -and well, I knew what your spaceship looked like, figured, oh hey, might as well talk to an old friend!"
And climb into the spaceship uninvited through an airlock and mess with the programming for the lights so that he could surprise her in the cloak of darkness without the risk of her shooting him first (because who can blame her?) but he didn't mention that.
"That's why I'm here. To vent a little and finally tell you stuff I've been meaning to tell you! You know, before my mind snaps and I become a mindless creature of destruction with my new robot body."
Elaris stared at him, trying to decipher if that last part was a joke or an actual worry of his. Nefarious always did have a dry sense of humor. It didn't help like his smile looked absolutely terrifying.
"Like...?"
Another deep robotic breath. Did he have lungs? Did the repair bots keep some of his organ systems intact?
"I want you to quit the Galactic Rangers." he said, pressing the tips of his fingers together.
"Wait, what." was her immediate reply. The gruesome metal skeleton of her former science partner was going to give her career advice?
"Hear me out! I've been meaning to have this conversation with you for a while now after I left but, wouldn't you know it, I was tied up with work." The word "work" was doing a lot of heavy lifting in this conversation. He said it real casually, like the prison escape and the faking of his own death in order to join up with a criminal and start blowing up planets was just another blip on his resume.
"Elaris, I know how they're treating you. They gave you my old office after all. You know, the one that's just a glorified converted broom closet!" She winced, his words cutting deep. "I know exactly how they behave and I know for a fact that they just treat you like a doormat and like an automatic weapon dispenser! They call you a Galactic Ranger but you're not a part of their little friend group! They see you as a nerd, a passive little thing they can push around! You're not one of them!"
"I'm a little confused..." she started, saying the understatement of the century. She didn't get this patrol shift to get a pep talk from an undead robot after all. "You come onto my spaceship, back from the dead, all the flesh torn from your bones, but...instead of asking me to join you, get the recognition you truly deserve and have all your dreams come true by storming the galaxy side by side, yadda yadda, you...just want me to hand them a pink slip and leave?"
"Elaris, despite what it looks like, I'm not trying to sound like a lunatic here." he said, dragging his hand across his face.
"I just want you to get a better job than the one you have now! I don't want you to continue to be abused by those people - by QWARK - until the bitterness inside of you grows and grows until you snap and become just. Like. Me!"
"And I'll be honest - I don't want what happened to me to happen to you! LOOK AT ME!" he said, gesturing at himself.
She was about to respond with a retort that she was positive she wasn't going to land on a planet full of repair droids while wearing highly experimental armor that confuses them and they turn her into a robot in an incredibly gruesome and long surgical procedure, but Nefarious could see she was thinking just that and held up a hand, silencing her.
"Please....just get a desk job or a job working at a computer repair store. Anything where you don't have to work with Captain Qwark. He's using you the way he did me! And trust me, he's never going to stop! He's never going to change! He'll abuse you and think nothing of it because no one cares about people like us!"
"But I won't end up like you!" Elaris shouted back, their faces so close that they were nearly touching.
Nefarious's voice suddenly dropped to a normal speaking volume.
"How can you be so sure?"
Silence fell. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, withering under his gaze as he folded his hands underneath his chin and examined her. The worst part about it was that he didn't look smug or mocking. He just looked tired.
"Why do you even care?" she asked, dodging the question.
"Because I like you, Elaris. All the other losers in the Galactic Rangers can go end up in a black hole for all I care but I don't want you getting hurt!"
Elaris had to admit, she was a little stunned hearing that come out of his mouth. 'Well, chalk that up as one positive trait for Dr. Nefarious, he actually has the capacity to care about other people while he's going about trying to blow up other planets.' she thought to herself as she tried to decipher his concern as genuine or just an insane whim.
"That's all?" Elaris asked.
"That's all." he replied. Elaris couldn't help but make a little snort of disbelief in response, causing the robot to instantly be defensive. "What?"
"Oh nothing. Just a little amused that you look like the specter of death and climb into my spaceship after returning from the dead, emerging like a horrendous butterfly out of a fleshy mound of rotting flesh, one of the most wanted criminals in the entire galaxy, but you came into my spaceship to admit you still have feelings for me."
She immediately regretted saying that for two reasons. The first reason was that she realized that she shouldn't be making fun of the madman who had just been turned into a robot. The second reason was that caused Dr. Nefarious to start ranting very loudly, and that made Elaris realize that one of the side-effects of being turned into a robot was the loss of the ability to have an indoor voice.
"Yes, YES, it sounds crazy!" he screamed. "I sound crazy right now! That's the problem with this new robot body! Instead of being emotionless, like what you'd expect when you're transformed into a robot, it's like the exact opposite happened! All of my emotions have been intensified a thousand degrees! This worry became a paranoia! My hatred is now burning with an intensity of a thousand angry suns! My bitterness is like raging venom in my heart!"
"You have a heart still?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!! See? SEE? I'm SHOUTING! I'm MONOLOGUING! I don't MEAN to shout but then it just comes out ALL LOUD AND INTENSE AND GOES ON FOREVER aaaaaand oh GOD I am losing my mind aren't I?" His last vestiges of sanity - tiny and rapidly going extinct, but still there and doing a valiant effort to keep him from being totally lost to reason - suddenly halted his rant in mid-sentence, causing him to drag his hands across his face. It's been a week for Dr. Nefarious, where being hit in the face with a wrench by a Lombax was the least of his worries.
"-please tell me I don't look like a complete nutcase right now."
Elaris sucked in air through her teeth and looked away from him in embarrassment. "Uh...do you want the truth or a little white lie?" she asked.
"I don't know! Give me whatever makes me feel better!"
"You don't look like complete nutcase."
Nefarious narrowed his eyes at her as she smiled innocently back and he looked ready to say something when suddenly a very crusty, digitized version of the pop song "Your Eyes Are Like Quazars" started playing.
"Hang on." He pulled out a cell phone out of his belt - flip phone model - and held it to the closest thing on his metallic skull that could be called "an ear". He shot her a "I'm sorry I know this looks rude but this could be important" look at her as a very dignified voice rang out from the other line.
"I do hate to bother you, sir, but you might want to wrap up whatever it is you're doing to that Galactic Ranger-"
"We're just TALKING, Lawrence!"
"-right. Anyhoo, there is another patrol ship heading your way and I'd hate for your current plans of lying low for a couple months to plot out your next scheme of horrible vengeance to be ruined because you wanted to talk to your old girlfriend."
"SHE'S NOT-ugh, fine. FINE, I'm GOING!" he said, and hung the phone up with an undignified clack of the flip phone closing in-between two metal claws.
"Just think about what I said, Elaris!" he yelled dramatically while pointing at her as he shoved his phone away in his back pocket. She wasn't going to question why he had pockets as a robot. There were a lot of things about this situation she was just not going to question.
"I wouldn't do this if I didn't have this fear that you're going to walk the same path that I did! Call it weakness or the last remaining thread of my former organic self! ...or craziness. I dunno. I'm kinda playing it by ear at this point." he said, twirling a finger in the air, as he started to move his way towards the airlock.
"Wait, before you go-"
She reached out and grabbed his hand, and when he turned to glare at her, eyes filling the hallway with a harsh red light, Elaris briefly wondered if she made a horrible mistake and that this was going to be the moment where he snaps and uses his cold metal claws to claim his first victim in a gruesome robotic rampage. But then his expression softened and he just looked grumpy, the killer robot expression fading away.
"I know you're planning something! Just promise me that your next mad scientist-"
"-Vengeful-" he corrected.
"-Vengeful scientist scheme doesn't involve the mass murder of millions of innocent people like last time. Do something, I don't know," she gestured in the empty air as she looked for the right word, "-nonlethal this time? I'm asking for the bare minimum from you. Please?"
"Why Elaris, I'm shocked." he said, placing his one free hand on his chest. "I'm surprised you didn't aim for something higher like 'quit being evil' or 'turn yourself in'. You could be saving the whole galaxy right now by stopping me!"
"You asked for something smaller, so I'm asking for something smaller. I'll keep what you said in mind. At the very least, I'm going to ask for an actual office rather than the broom closet the next time I come into work. I'll quit if they-" The 'they' meaning 'Qwark' in this case, "-start pushing me around again, I promise."
"If they push you around, push back. Push back until they bleed." he hissed.
There was something in that statement that reminded her of a day that happened at Galactic Rangers Headquarters two years ago. Dr. Nefarious - the Nefarious that still had flesh and skin - was busy stirring his coffee and talking to his trainee Elaris about the new episode of Annihilation Nation when Captain Qwark 'accidentally' bumped him while walking past, spilling it on his shirt. This caused Nefarious to throw down his coffee mug down on the ground and yell "It's a good thing we're on the same side or else you'd be DEAD, Qwark! DEAD!"
He quit several days later to start plotting an evil scheme that involved atomizing all of Aleero City.
"I will." she said with that comforting memory still hanging about in her brain. "Thanks for still looking out for me." And with those words, she let go of his arm and let the supervillain go.
He stood there, looking like he had something more to say, but then he decided to turn around and skitter into the shadows, disappearing from her sight. There was the sound of an airlock opening in the distance and then he was gone, disappearing like a bad nightmare.
Two minutes later, Elaris was able to get the lights working again in her little spaceship just as Cora radioed in and asked if everything was alright. Elaris cheerfully lied and said "sure, everything's fine, nothing's happened since you last checked in, lighting's a bit funky but otherwise nothing new!" and then she was alone again, still staring at Umbris.
As she sat back in the driver's seat and stared out at the endless sea of stars and planets stretching out in front of her, the rest of her patrol shift weighing down on her shoulders, she had to give voice to a lingering thought in her head.
"If this is just a really weird dream I'm going to be so mad."
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Back in the current makeshift lair of Dr. Nefarious (a repurposed garage situated on the surface of planet Umbris littered with the broken corpses of several dozen repair droids), the vengeful scientist-turned-robot was brooding dramatically in a chair as his butler Lawrence polished him. He sat there, hand propping up his skeletal chin, and sighed. Giving an old friend some helpful life advice never turned out the way you wanted it to.
"So how did it go, Sir?" Lawrence asked in a tone of voice that implied that he really couldn't care less.
"I asked her to quit the Galactic Rangers, and in return, she asked me to not kill anyone in my next evil scheme." he said nonchalantly as his butler sprayed him with cleanser and started wiping his glass dome of a head. "I think she's worried about me, Lawrence!"
He didn't say it out loud, but he was worried for Elaris too. Maybe he should've asked her to join him after all. He saw the news articles coming out involving the Deplanetizer incident. All the praise was aimed at Ratchet and Qwark with nothing mentioning Elaris. He was certain that she had a hand in moving the entire space station. At least if she was working by his side, two vengeful scientists, both outcasts from the Galactic Rangers, she'd get the recognition she'd truly deserve!
The irony of him plotting out her delightfully evil future after warning her not to become evil like him didn't even cross his mind.
"Did you tell her 'why don't fret, my dear, my next evil scheme merely involves turning all organic lifeforms into robots with a giant non-planet destroying laser'?"
Dr. Nefarious laughed maniacally.
"Of course not!" he yelled, springing from his chair and knocking Lawrence aside. He was practically strutting like a peacock, his feet crunching as he stepped on discarded robot parts, as he marched his way towards a wall, where a giant red button just waited for him to slam his fist into.
He cackled in glee as the room was suddenly illuminated with the hologram of a massive, planet-sized device, the latest of evil concoctions pulled from his brain, now converted into wires and chips by the cruel hand of fate.
He called it the Biobliterator.
"I want that part to be a surprise!"
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#ratchet and clank#elaris#Dr Nefarious#Ratchet and Clank Movie#turquoisephoenix tells a story#Dr. Nefarious#Fanfic#Lawrence#this takes place in the reboot universe#Implied gore#some headcanoning going on here in regards to how Nefarious got turned into a robot
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It Takes Half a Curium to Fall in Love
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Summary: The Lost Light is trying to decide the best way to measure time, but Ratchet already knows how he plans to count his days.
Warnings: Implied/Referenced Character Death
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There had been multiple efforts to install a system by which to measure time in their new universe. They’d started with the Cybertronian calendar by habit, but several hundred stellar cycles into their voyage had come to realize that there might be more practical options, ones that did not rely on the position of a planet that had A) been destroyed in one universe and B) never existed in another. They had tried the Numeron decimal system for five kilos, and then a humul with the Unetrium system. They had even spent several days humoring various systems from Earth and come to the conclusion that none of them had been developed with any sort of strategic plan in mind. It was Brainstorm who suggested something based off of the half-lives of certain compounds in the artificial energon Perceptor had developed, and the rest of the science team had taken to it in one hundred-thousandth of a plutonium.
Ratchet, though, would not be so easily swayed. Brainstorm’s attempts to convince the medic of the benefits of a scientifically sound and provable system of time measurement resulted in a swat, and a promise there would be much worse if he didn’t clear out of the med bay in five spark rotations. Luckily for both, Drift, served by instincts older than the war itself, happened to be on the lower decks at the same time trouble was starting. Standing just outside the door, he reminded Brainstorm that the ship’s second-in-command would want a detailed report of the new system before the medical staff were licensed to use it.
“Are you planning to explain it to him?” Brainstorm asked, attention still mostly dedicated to Ratchet. Beneath the haughtiness was a subtle peculiarity that Ratchet had come to recognize since he’d taken the ritus with Drift: a question, from a fringe Decepticon to the real deal, of intent. Separate from (but no less baffling than) the usual hesitance inspired by Ratchet’s conjunx endura, Brainstorm always spoke to Drift as though fishing for some deeper meaning, a threat intended but not spoken aloud.
Ratchet had asked Drift about it not long after their honeymoon, when the bliss of isolated togetherness was still weighing on their processors and the usual clamor of a spaceship full of mechs sounded much louder than it had before they left. The answer, some combination of the command structure, a culture of second intentions, and prestige earned in spilt energon, had been as uncanny to Ratchet as any of the other pieces Drift had been willing to share about his past life, but the fact that he was willing to talk about it at all meant that Ratchet had to stop himself from raising his hackles when he saw the familiar expression pass under Brainstorm’s facemask.
“Actually, I was thinking you and Perceptor might draft it together,” Drift said, stepping inside so the automatic door could close and leaning back comfortably against its frame. “Considering it’s technically a collaboration. It’s an opportunity for him to explain his work to a mech who will not only listen, but demand that he be as thorough as possible. Maybe you could work on it over a couple cubes of engex, see how late Perceptor can stay up describing the chemical properties of energon?” He punctuated the suggestion with an eyebrow wiggle.
Ratchet, despite himself, felt the fire in his spark burn out, replaced with an amusement unbecoming of a mechanism his age.
Brainstorm’s optics brightened and his frame swung fully away from Ratchet, angled toward Drift only because that was the same direction the door was in.
“Now there’s an idea,” he said, as though his legs weren’t already maneuvering him out of the med bay and the entire reason he’d come to this part of the ship. “I suppose he’ll want citations, an annotated bibliography; we’ll definitely have to go searching through Percy’s archives to find those. I’m sure a few experiments to prove the uniformity of the compounds will also be in order?”
“And maybe a couple others, in case you need a backup,” Drift added, stepping out of the way so the signature sensor could detect Brainstorm and open the doors, releasing him back to the rest of the Lost Light.
“Doubtful, my system has already been perfected, but thanks for the input,” Brainstorm said, and then he was out the med bay and down the hall, wings twitching like he was just barely keeping himself from transforming and flying straight back to the lab.
Drift stepped forward while the door shut behind him.
“That was a transaction,” Ratchet said as his conjunx approached, quoting the terminology Drift had come up with to explain Brainstorm’s behavior after a previous encounter.
Despite the accusation, he smiled as Drift’s hands reached forward and settled on his waist, allowing his own to come up and wrap around Drift’s shoulders. Both of their frames were slightly scuffed, due for a polish that Ratchet would be able to wriggle his way out of up until their next date night, but their ventilations, when they came, were light and shallow, barely warmer than the room around them. Ratchet’s spark was spinning slowly and comfortably, a rarity these days, in time with the beeping of some equipment he’d been working on when Brainstorm burst in.
Not long after their mutual confession of having broken the keystone rule of a friends-with-benefits arrangement, they had agreed that certain areas of the ship would be off-limits for PDA, to maintain whatever scraps of authority either of them had among the new and returning crewmembers. However, the nature of their adventures, combined with a growing familiarity among all of the ship’s inhabitants, meant the timeline of the Lost Light’s journeys in an alternate universe could be measured by the increasing frequency with which they broke those initial guidelines.
The first time the ship made landfall, Drift had been standing on the command deck beside Rodimus, optics out on a horizon that was rising up to meet him; Ratchet had approached from behind and lightly entwined their fingers, waiting until Drift squeezed his consent to squeeze back.
Their first battle with aliens (Guice Nighs, a friendly hitchhiker had later supplied; universally xenophobic and vicious, not to be taken personally) had ended in the hangar, when Drift had launched himself at Ratchet before the latter had even made it down the transport pod ramp, hugging him until he was convinced the frame in his arms was corporeal and real.
The first permanent addition to the roster, a group of about a dozen organics who had been held as prisoners after their home world was destroyed, was finalized with a joint speech between Rodimus and Megatron. At the end of it, as the crowd applauded the co-captains’ earnest effort not to speak over each other for five centis (they were still experimenting with Numeron time then), Drift did as he’d always wanted to in their initial adventures and kissed the love of his life.
The time the Lost Light was shrunk down to the size of an engine block was remembered by an escape pod sized for two. Thoroughly inappropriate use of lifesaving equipment, but they’d cleaned up afterward.
And now, here in the med bay, to mark an occasion of no greater significance than proof that the shenanigans of the crew would continue regardless of time or space, they embraced, engines humming in quiet contentment as they both stared into optics familiar and wondrous.
“It’s a gift,” Drift said, thumbs rubbing small ministrations on Ratchet’s armor, “for my dear Ratty.”
“Oh, really? That’s unexpected,” Ratchet said as one hand reached up to play along the edge of Drift’s finials. He let humor lace his tone. “I hope I didn’t forget another anniversary.”
“No, I promised I would remind you,” Drift said, pushing into Ratchet’s touch with a stuttered sigh.
It wasn’t that Ratchet didn’t care about such things; even if they were commercialized, overhyped, and ultimately meaningless, anniversaries had become a part of Drift’s system of rituals, important to him and therefore important to Ratchet. It was the dates he struggled with, his mind no longer processing time as a linear system.
Instead, at some point along the way, most likely around the time First Aid’s tests had confirmed the pattern of fluctuations of Ratchet’s spark as those brought with a life lived, apparently, long enough, he’d taken to measuring his life by the time he had left with Drift. The universe had been compressed, then expanded, into fuel taken in good company, off shifts spent lying in berth, and long drives on uncharted alien planets. He counted his days by the memories he had left to make and the sum total of all the joy he had left to give and receive. For the rest of the crew, time was a road, opening out before them so far it disappeared over the lip of the horizon, pavement so smooth as to demand that it be driven as soon and as fast as possible.
For Ratchet, it was a closing door, the light it let in shrinking each day closer from a slice to a sliver. In his youth, he had railed against the door, forced it open another inch over and over, fighting to keep the light on all those he held dear to him. Now, though, in his later years, he had finally made a shocking realization: the light was no less bright for there being less of it. He could still feel its warmth and revel in its color, even if he could only watch it dance over his fingers as he held them to the crack. More importantly, his being shut out no longer meant the others would be trapped in darkness. While he’d been forcing the door to stay open, they (Drift) had made their way through, and they would continue to bask in it even after Ratchet finally accepted the gentle caress of the darkness.
So he held Drift, his conjunx endura, where anyone could see, because the light was thin and he intended to love every moment he had left with it.
“And how lucky I am for that,” Ratchet said, meaning every word. “Tell me, how long until the next one?”
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Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover Episode 1: World’s Collide
So after drawing up @cometworks OC’s. I thought to have fun and collab with her characters and my main character and make a crossover. In the form of episodes. Sooo I hope ye enjoy it.
FADE IN
EXT. THE DEPTHS OF SPACE
Space. Literally space. The darkest depths of the unknown, holding what many couldn’t even anticipate. Asteroids shooting from different ends of the galaxy. Ships from different worlds traveling, fighting, floating. Even a planet that’s lost its gravity axis and floats like a pinball in a vast universe.
But right now… a space battle between two ships. The Eternity… the time ship piloted by the time-traveling alien hero of Universe Designation: 727 Justin Oras. He chases down an alien threat… a Vis, known as Imperium. An energy absorber who had recently stolen a supply of Quasar Energy Fuel. When used by someone dangerous it could destroy half a world.
The Eternity chases after the ship that Imperium flies.
INT. ETERNITY COMMAND DECK
JUSTIN
Enoch! How are we looking with the fuel?
ENOCH’S voice only appears.
ENOCH
We have enough fuel captain.
JUSTIN
Good. Fire photon cannons now.
EXT. SPACE
The Eternity fires blasts off light hit the right wing of Imperium’s ship. All of a sudden a wave of cosmic energy comes toward both ships. Making Imperium’s ship disappear first.
INT. ETERNITY COMMAND DECK
Justin looks on as he realizes the wave of cosmic energy come at him.
JUSTIN
Oh, shi-
The wave of cosmic energy grabs onto the Eternity too and disappears.
CUT TO
EXT. UNIVERSE 528
It’s a lovely day on this Universe’s Earth. A lovely girl named Edith Nox who loves gardening is planting some new flowers in her garden. Enjoying a rather sunshine filled day. When all of a sudden, something shining in the sky lands near her home. Sensing the emotional distress of a specific person. She rushes over immediately only to find a huge but damaged plane parked near her home.
A door on its side opens up and JUSTIN ORAS, dizzy and tired from the cosmic energy wave walks out. The ship turns invisible immediately in the sight of EDITH appearing. JUSTIN falls into the ground and EDITH rushes over to help this stranger in a long coat, holding him up by carrying his arms around her.
EDITH
Are you, okay mister?
JUSTIN instantly knocks out as his head drops and his body becomes heavy.
EDITH (cont’d)
You’re really heavy mister!
EDITH drags him to her home and sets him on her couch.
EDITH (cont’d)
You’re very very heavy mister.
EDITH pulls out her phone, this sleek and thin and clear rectangle and makes a call.
CUT TO
INT. EDITH’S LIVING ROOM. AFTERNOON
JUSTIN wakes up instantly, finding himself shirtless with bandages wrapped around his wounds. His stomach wrapped in bandage wrap as well as his right wrist. He looks to his left and sees EDITH coming in and two other people. One with long hair and also wearing a long coat. Another with curly hair and wearing sports clothing.
EDITH
Hello, are you okay?
She rushes over with a cup full of water. Still dizzy he nods then shakes his head real quick.
JUSTIN
Hello… um, my name is Justin Oras.
EDITH
Hello Justin, my name is Edith. These are my friends Noemi and Violet.
JUSTIN
Hello. Uh. Where am I?
EDITH
You’re in my home.
JUSTIN
No… I mean what planet am I on?
EDITH chuckles a bit.
EDITH
You must’ve hit your head really hard. Um… we’re on Earth.
JUSTIN
The year?
EDITH
3006
JUSTIN
WHAT?!
ENOCH’S hologram form appears as Justin’s phone on the table projects her.
ENOCH
Captain.
VIOLET responds with a fighting stance and what appeared to be ice sharpened to form weapons. NOEMI’S wings sprout open as a sign of surprise. EDITH looks at ENOCH with fear and curiosity.
JUSTIN
Enoch. Where are we?
ENOCH
We are in Universe Designation 528.
VIOLET
What is that thing? An Energy being?
JUSTIN
She’s an AI.
They all looked confused.
VIOLET
She’s a computer’s brain?
JUSTIN
She’s a living computer.
VIOLET
That’s impossible.
JUSTIN
Not where I’m from.
ENOCH
To repeat, we are in Universe designation 528.
JUSTIN
Any known information?
ENOCH
From what I am able to find in the nearest databanks. This universe’s Earth was ravaged by an apocalyptic event. The survivors had mutated and are now capable of magical abilities.
JUSTIN looks at the three of them.
JUSTIN
Cool. Another magic universe.
EDITH
What did she mean “this universe”?
JUSTIN not knowing how to explain this, his face holds anxiousness.
JUSTIN
Uh… I’m from a different universe.
EDITH & NOEMI
What?!
VIOLET
Impossible!
JUSTIN
It’s true and to add on to the shock. I’m also an alien.
EDITH & NOEMI
WHAT?!
EDITH
An… alien?
JUSTIN
Yeah.
EDITH
Like… from space and stuff?
JUSTIN
Yeah.
EDITH takes a big breath in.
EDITH
THAT’S SO COOL! Oh my Eden! You have to tell me more about yourself! What’s your home like?! How often do you travel in space?! IS THERE A PLANET FULL OF FLOWERS?!
EDITH’S face shows surprise while NOEMI was about to have a nervous breakdown. VIOLET stood there believing this all was lies.
VIOLET
You guys seriously don’t believe this right?
EDITH zooms past VIOLET and sit’s face to face with JUSTIN.
JUSTIN
You’re pretty excitable aren’t you?
He laughs a little and smiles.
But to answer your questions. It’s an amazing place. A sun shaped like an “X”, midnight blue grass. Leaves made out of gemstones. It’s a lovely place.
EDITH
YES! Ooh! THAT SOUNDS AMAZING! CAN WE GO THERE RIGHT NOW?!
JUSTIN
Um…
He falls silent. Through Edith’s POV, she feels a wave of tragedy suddenly hit her.
EDITH
Oh my… I’m sorry.
JUSTIN
No. No. Don’t be sorry. It’s alright.
He reassures her. JUSTIN gets up and puts on his shirt and grabs his phone.
JUSTIN
Is there a place you guys like to eat? I’m actually starving… jumping universes has some effects and hunger is one of them.
EDITH
There’s Mapple Brew Coffee Shop nearby. They could have so foods and deserts.
JUSTIN sees his long coat and puts it on.
JUSTIN
Lead the way, Edith.
EDITH does a salute and walks out the door. JUSTIN motions NOEMI and VIOLET to go first. NOEMI gives him a smile and walks out the door. VIOLET confronts him for a bit.
VIOLET
I don’t know who you are… or whatever this alien and different universe crap is. But if you hurt my friends I will kill you. You get one warning.
JUSTIN
Got it.
VIOLET exits the door and JUSTIN follows and closes the door to the house.
NOEMI
Any Transports at this time?
EDITH
Nope. Dang.
JUSTIN
We can take my ship.
They all turn to look at him. He nods his head to the right as a motion to follow him. With a snap of his finger, the Eternity reveals itself from its a hidden veil. JUSTIN stands like a showman with his arms up.
JUSTIN (cont’d)
Say hello to The Eternity.
EDITH’S eyes are widened as if gigantic stars took place of her pupils. NOEMI surprised by the reveal, his wings unfurled. VIOLET holds a serious face but shocked at the reveal.
EDITH
An alien ship! It’s an alien ship! Oooooh!
NOEMI
Oh my goodness.
VIOLET grabs him by the coat collar.
VIOLET
How did you do that?!
JUSTIN was scared of her anger authority. EDITH tries to pull JUSTIN off from VIOLET’S grip of death.
EDITH
Violet!
She lets go of him. JUSTIN fixes his collar and the side door to the cargo bay opens.
JUSTIN
Come in, guys.
They all walk into the ship. As they walk throughout the ship, EDITH & NOEMI look around every corner and scrutinize every detail. Meanwhile VIOLET looks unimpressed with the ship. They arrive at the command deck. ENOCH’S hologram appears and greets them all.
ENOCH
Hello, Captin. Ms. Nox, Mr. Sol, Highness Choi.
EDITH
Hello… Enoch right?
ENOCH
Yes, Ms. Nox. Hello to you too.
JUSTIN sits on the “Captain’s Chair” and starts pressing buttons.
JUSTIN
Has the self-repairs, repaired the ship?
ENOCH
The ship is at full capacity and up and running. Where to then?
EDITH
Ooh! Maple Brews Coffee House.
ENOCH
Alright then. Plotting a course to Maple Brew Coffee House. You three might want to sit down for this.
EDITH, NOEMI, & VIOLET do so and put on the strap that holds them in place. The Eternity rises into the sky slowly and JUSTIN holding onto a lever pushes it forward and the ship zooms instantly. The rush pushes back EDITH, NOEMI, & VIOLET as it was there first time riding in an alien spaceship. JUSTIN parks the ship near large park’s field. He turns around in his chair to find the three having a headache.
JUSTIN
Dammit, I should have warned you of the effects of flying on a time ship for first timers.
JUSTIN takes off the strap of EDITH first to which she falls on the ground like a blob.
JUSTIN
Jelly bones…
He helps EDITH up into her seat. NOEMI screams, and VIOLET speech is mismatched.
NOEMI
I can’t see!
VIOLET
WHAT US YOU DID DO TO?!
JUSTIN
Temporary blindness and Speech impairment. Should last for a couple of minutes.
CUT TO:
INT. MAPLE BREW COFFEE HOUSE.
The three friends and their newly found alien friend enjoying their mini cafe drinks. EDITH & NOEMI enjoying Rasberry Teas and VIOLET enjoying an iced coffee. JUSTIN enjoying a random drink with milk and cookies times seven.
EDITH
Can you tell us more about you?
JUSTIN
Uh… I was born on the planet of Chronos. I lived with my family until my 115th birthday.
EDITH
YOU’RE OVER A HUNDRED YEARS OLD?! You look like our age!
JUSTIN
Well… I’m currently 117. I’m technically a teenager in my years. So I’m still pretty young.
NOEMI
Do you know anyone different looking where you’re from?
JUSTIN
Of course dude. I come from space. Everyone comes in different shapes and sizes. One of my adopted brother’s is a Volantigar. They’re basically humans with wings.
NOEMI
Did you say wings?
JUSTIN
Yeah, dude. You remind me of Icarus a lot. Those wings are apart of that. Love the jet black feathers too.
NOEMI
Thank you, that means a lot.
JUSTIN
No, problem Nomei.
VIOLET
What are you doing here? In our “Universe”?
EDITH
Violet… don’t be mean.
VIOLET
He should explain his presence here.
JUSTIN
It’s fine. Um, I’m considered a hero in my universe. A legendary hero named The Time Trickster. I was after a wanted mad man, who had stolen a supply of Quasar Fuel. He’s also an energy absorber and with that supply he has… he could level a city. I shot his ship down before the cosmic wave threw me and the ship into this universe. It was a simple mistake really, I didn’t expect the cosmic wave to appear.
VIOLET
That is quite understandable. It is a pleasure to meet a warrior of your status. This Energy Absorber his name?
JUSTIN
Imperium of the Vis.
VIOLET
He sounds easy to defeat.
JUSTIN worried for his friend’s new safety warns her of IMPERIUM.
JUSTIN
He is no simple villain, Violet. He is an energy absorber.
VIOLET
I am one of the greatest fighters of the kingdom. As well as a renowned Cryomancer of my generation. I can beat someone from another universe.
EDITH
Sorry about, Violet. She’s a sorta… headstrong?
JUSTIN
Don’t worry… I understand what it’s like to be that way. My adopted mom from Gaia knows I tend to be that way.
EDITH
Oh my Eden! Did you say Gaia?! TELL ME! TELL ME!
JUSTIN chuckles a bit.
JUSTIN
Oh, yeah haha. My adopted family comes from called Gaia. And yes it’s a planet full flowers. It is known as the Everlasting Garden or the Planet of Nature.
EDITH froze for a few seconds as her heart had dropped hearing the words “Garden” & “Nature”.
JUSTIN
Is Edith okay?
NOEMI
She loves gardening… she tends to be like this.
EDITH
TELL ME MORE!
She smiles forever.
JUSTIN
After I was banished from my homeworld.
VIOLET
Banished?!
JUSTIN
I landed on the nearest planet in a nearby galaxy with humanoid looks. I was then adopted by High Queen Angelique The Rose and well I became a prince along with my 7 other adopted siblings.
EDITH
Please take me there one day! Please! Oh, I never asked, what are you? Since you’re an alien an all… what are you specifically?
JUSTIN
I’m a Time Walker. I already mentioned I’m a hundred years old and come from Chronos. I’m also a time traveler.
EDITH
No way!
NOEMI
You can travel in time?!
VIOLET
Hm.
JUSTIN
What?
VIOLET
I’ll believe it when I see it.
JUSTIN
I’ll prove it to you all.
Suddenly out of nowhere IMPERIUM shows up destroying whatever he sees in sight. A large featureless being with glowing red color and white eyes shaped to be evil.
JUSTIN
Imperium!
JUSTIN reaches near the right side of his head but grabs air instead.
JUSTIN
Crap I forgot my weapons
VIOLET
I true warrior needs no weapons.
VIOLET runs out of the cafe with EDITH & NOEMI following leaving JUSTIN.
VIOLET
Hey, Imperium!
IMPERIUM turns around to see VIOLET.
IMPERIUM
Oh a brave little girl, come to fight me?
VIOLET smirks,
VIOLET
Yes.
She raises both arms up, with palms open instantly firing her ice-cold powers. EDITH jumps in, waving her hands like making a sphere and creating this orb of green energy and blasting it toward him. NOEMI flies into battle and summons vapors of skull beings of death at his side to fight. Flying while firing what he could at IMPERIUS. IMPERIUS having absorbed their magic as energy.
IMPERIUM
Delicious… what do you call that? Magic, am I correct? You just gave me a boost of energy, children.
IMPERIUM’S body began to mutate from the magic absorbed. His right arm froze with ice, his aura of red mixed in with the green emotional energy. The left side of his face developed what appeared to be a skull. Shocked by this reveal of power displayed, IMPERIUM raises his frozen right arm about to blast all three mages. When suddenly he is frozen himself.
JUSTIN appears behind them, his right arm raised and hand clenched into a fist holding a shining blue orb of sorts.
JUSTIN
Hey guys. You didn’t have to ditch me.
VIOLET
How are you doing that?!
JUSTIN
My people can control the flow of time.
EDITH
Awesome!
JUSTIN waves his hand and IMPERIUM disappears.
NOEMI
Where’d he go?
JUSTIN
I was thinking about the bottom of the ocean.
EDITH
You sent him there?!
JUSTIN
Yup.
EDITH
We won!
JUSTIN
We may have, but my ship isn’t fully repaired I can make a Dimensional Jump till she’s fully repaired. I can still fly her, I just can’t jump anywhere yet.
EDITH
So that means you’re stuck here?
JUSTIN
For a while yeah…
EDITH
Awesome!
JUSTIN looks at her confused.
EDITH (cont’d)
Awesome as in you’re staying for a while… sorry…
JUSTIN smiles
JUSTIN
I’m kidding, I guess I can crash at your place, Edith?
EDITH
Of course! We can show you around this universe too! That will be fun!
JUSTIN
I’d love that.
The four friends return to the ship and fly back to EDITH’S home where they had a small party to themselves.
CUT TO
EXT. BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN
IMPERIUM’S body still frozen is rescued by a figure in a dark cloak. With a snap of his finger, IMPERIUM is unfrozen and fires the ice blast and looks around for a moment.
IMPERIUM
Where are they?!
DARK FIGURE
One of them froze you. Not literally but figuratively.
He shows IMPERIUM a photo taken of EDITH, NOEMI, VIOLET, & JUSTIN. Recognizing JUSTIN immediately he scrutinizes the photo.
IMPERIUS
The Time Trickster! He is here too?!
DARK FIGURE
Yes, and I have a proposal to make you. Being from another world.
IMPERIUS despite being featureless his right eyebrow raises with intrigue.
IMPERIUM
I’m listening.
FADE TO BLACK
END OF EPISODE 1
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HERE IT IS, AS PROMISED.
((I worked on this for about a good week, I hope you all enjoy my dumb writing.))
((Might as well tag my source of inspiration while I’m at it.))
@elitespacefreak
Now, we all dream of making contact with aliens, or at least some of us do anyways. Some people are scared, and that can be reasonable, BUT, you should never panic, especially not in the face of a dangerous species.
Every single entire encounter can be different, they all vary wildly especially considering how many different races and species there are out there. It is always key to try and identify what type of alien ship has landed near you before any people come out of it, that way you can determine right away whether they are friend or foe.
But then again, you don’t know jack shit about that SO, this is why I’m here. To teach you about different alien species. I will teach you about a new species every day, and what to do if you encounter them.
Let’s go with the most well known and familiar species, one that I am not allowed to confirm nor deny the actual existence of. (Please keep in mind that my personal safety is at risk with me giving you this kind of information.)
Now
You’re out in the woods,
Just walking around at night and having fantastic time too,
When all of a sudden a tiny little bulky looking ship lands down in the nearby area, perhaps in a clearing or a field.
Curious, you get a good look at the ship, the best you can in the light of the full moon.
You inspect the purple hue of the metallic ship, and the strange round features, when suddenly another slightly smaller ship lands It is red and dark purple in color, with a more rugged and jagged look to it.
There is a strange yet familiar insignia emblazoned on the back of one ship and the sides of the other.
In fact the insignia bears a resemblance to the head of perhaps, a praying mantis, or maybe some other kind of bug?
At this point, you are either extremely curious or shitting yourself out of fear.
That’s two whole spaceships landed in front of you. TWO.
Now if the ships aren’t identifiable to you, you should always play it safe and back off, go find somewhere safe to hide.
BUT,
With my help, these ships are completely recognizable as belonging to,
YOU GUESSED IT!!!
I r k e n s .
[insert Robert Weide theme here]
Now you get your first look at the alien people as one of them steps out of their ship and in the darkness you attempt to identify it, taking in it’s most obvious features.
This little shit looks almost exactly like you’d expect from some media stereotype, about wee little green men from mars out to steal your balls and probe your ass. But there obviously some key differences. This guy is tiny, so short that compared to you it’s the size of a fucking toddler. This little guy has green skin and enormous bright magenta eyes, and it has little antennas that twitch more than a nervous chihuahua. Three fingers, each ending with a sharp claw hidden safely away underneath its black gloves. A dark red or magenta military suit and official little black ass-kicking boots are worn by this creature, with the plus of a little metal backpack that sits on its back, just between the shoulders, seemingly not attached as it has no straps.
Now this little fucker is either the cutest god damn thing you’ve ever seen in your pathetically sad little meaningless human life, or for some reason it’s ugly to you because maybe you’re some fuckassing weirdo that hates bugs and is creeped out by them. (If the latter is true then why the hell are you even still reading this?)
Now either way, whether you’re repulsed or basically sexually attracted to this horrible little space pistachio, it’s is in your best interest to fucking run.
Approaching an irken under any circumstance is indeed a mistake.
The second you let one into your life they ruin everything by simultaneously being the best and worst thing that ever happens to you on a regular daily basis.
These little shits are highly aggressive, possessive, manipulative, loud, bossy, demanding, destructive, ruthless, homicidal, persistent, and constantly in denial about how fucking cute they are due to their superiority complex and their extreme and unreasonable need to be the most intimidating thing in the whole universe.
An irken would 100% not hesitate to murder you on sight, and if this vicious little space bug already has you in its sights, consider yourself lucky you’re not dead yet because if it decided to kill, you’d have been dead before you were even fucking born.
Now that we’ve established that it’s not going to kill you, it will proceed to use and manipulate you for it’s own personal gain and benefits, and *then* it will discard you like a leftover piece of trash.
And if you’re still around somehow, then that means it has accepted you as part of it’s daily routine and life, and trust me irkens are so very particular. They love routine, it’s comforting to them, and now that you’re a part of it, you dare not leave otherwise you chance disrupting its whole entire system and way of life that it is inevitably now used to, and if you so much as even dare think of leaving it won’t hesitate to slaughter you out of sheer rage that you would possibly dare betray it. How could you??? You heartless monster???
Typically irkens don’t sleep unless they are injured or sick, though every once in awhile you catch it resting after overworking itself. You could escape or expose it while it’s weak, catch it unawares; But somehow you can’t bring yourself to do it, even though it’s murdered all your family and friends, conquered and enslaved the entire human race. It has you wrapped right around it’s horrible wee claws, and boy does it know it!
Now that it has taken over every aspect of your life in every single way along with your whole entire neighborhood in the span of a day to a week, it now considers you such a big part of it’s life that it’s awwwww, it’s attached to you! How sweet and endearing! It wouldn’t dare let any harm come to you, and hey now that the whole earth is primed for destruction, you are now the personal property of this tiny little space bug, and it keeps you around as the one exception to every other human being (all of which will soon inevitably perished) as either a pet or a mate and-
whoa whoa woah whoa. wait....
A mate?????
Now that’s a new and surprising development.
You thought irkens didn’t need anyone, you thought it was a cold and soulless loner who only kept you around for your relative usefulness, not for comfort and companionship!
Oh boy and now those beans are certainly spilling, because it’s down on its knees, a sobbing crying mess as it confesses that it’s a defective and the whole empire and society it lives in wants it dead for being capable of having free will and the ability to feel emotions, and now you’re definitely more than obligated to care about this traumatized broken mess of a wee insect, and begs you not to hate and abandon it because you’re the only thing that’s showed it so much as a an inkling of respect and patience and friendship, and the thought of loosing all that sends it spiraling into another mental breakdown.
Now you find yourself comforting the cold blooded little space bug as it clings to you and sobs uncontrollably, eventually passing out in your lap from extreme emotional exhaustion, and while it sleeps you quietly reassure it that you’re here for the long haul, and that you’ll never leave its side even if the entire fucking armada comes crashing down on you to destroy you and your entire planet.
And now you’re stuck with this thing until the end of time, but at least you know how to identify irkens now! Your welcome!
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Fanfic: Bound
Summary: At first, Pearl had no reason to chafe against Pink Diamond's final order. There were too many other things to concern herself with, and it was like Rose had said: no looking back.
Through life and death, love and birth, peace and war, Pearl realises she just what a complete betrayal it always was.
Warning: spoilers for A Single Pale Rose, and content warning for everything associated.
Bound
In the moment Pink Diamond gave that final order, Pearl didn’t care. She didn’t have time to. The enormity of the deed they were about to commit loomed on the horizon, filling up the entirety of her mind with uncertainty and terror and giddiness and wonder.
She wanted to do this. She truly did. She wanted to discard her old life for good, to live free, to be whoever she wanted to be.
It was just hard, letting go of almost everything she’d ever known.
In the days following, Pearl did find a few quick chances to think more about the order. She had some… uncertainty regarding it. Had binding her really been necessary? Surely Pink— Rose knew that she’d keep any promise asked of her, without question.
But it had felt solemn. It had felt important. A fitting way to mark Pink Diamond’s demise.
And surely, Rose was right. In this new world they created, why would there ever be any reason to bring up the past? Rose Quartz would always be Rose Quartz, Pearl would always be Pearl, and there would be no need for anyone to doubt those facts.
Then the Corruption came.
In that timeless length after, when the grief and horror was rawest, there were moments when Pearl thought she couldn’t bear it.
Garnet— or Ruby and Sapphire, they couldn’t always manage to stick together— would be there. Crying. Or not crying at all, looking hard as stone. Pleading with monsters, fighting with them, staring at their bubbles, or else, just sitting on the barren ground, lost in thought, or time-streams, or something else altogether.
And Pearl would imagine throwing herself in front of Garnet, and telling her the truth. The whole of it.
It’s my fault, mine! I’m the reason they’re gone! I faked Pink Diamond’s death, this was all vengeance on behalf of a Gem that’s whole and well—
But she’d choke on her own words.
Garnet would notice. No matter how lost she was in her visions, sooner or later, she always noticed. And she, or Ruby and Sapphire, would wrap an arm or two around Pearl’s slender frame, and rub her back, an offer of silent comfort. Even though they didn’t understand what precisely they were comforting her for, Pearl would accept, and offer comfort back.
Later, she decided, this was for the best. What consolation would the truth have given Garnet? Either way, their friends were all gone.
The final order wasn’t something Pearl thought of much at all, in the millennia that followed.
It only came to her after Steven was born, and even then, quite some time afterwards. When the boy was nearly up to about Pearl’s waist.
Pearl had spent the day teaching him about astronomy, explaining about the solar system, and stars, and asteroids. Steven hadn’t understood much, but he’d marvelled at the projections Pearl had summoned from her gem, and drawn scraggly pictures, and proudly announced that one day he wanted to be an astronaut. Pearl had laughed at that, and so Steven had laughed too.
He was returned to Greg shortly thereafter, and Pearl was left thinking. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to take him into space— they had no working ships left, none at all.
She could tell him about it, though. Not just these generalities. About the other planets she’d seen, the space systems she’d flown through. The radiant colours of nebulae, planets that were covered entirely in oceans, floating cities which could only be built where gravity was only a fraction of Earth’s.
… but she’d seen all of that in service to the Diamond Authority.
There were ways around the binding, of course. Pearl was clever. She knew she could be vague in the right places, direct the focus of the descriptions. Those tales wouldn’t have to risk Rose’s secret.
But what if Steven asked? What if Amethyst did, or— or Garnet? No, Garnet wouldn’t, she’d always respected Pearl’s reluctance to speak about her past, but the other two—
Pearl didn’t know what would happen, and it scared her.
Steven grew. He grew and grew and grew, and learned so much, and Pearl was so, so proud of him.
And then he heard, from a Homeworld Ruby: “I saw the traitorous Rose Quartz shatter Pink Diamond with my own eye!”
Pearl’s hands flew to her mouth automatically. She wasn’t even planning to say something, but the thought of That’s not what happened was still enough to trigger it.
Then she saw Steven.
He looked like someone struck to their core.
She wanted to tell him, tell him then, No, that’s not how it happened, Rose never killed anyone, never would have, she loved everything and wanted it all protected and—
Of course, even if she could speak, she wouldn’t have done so there, surrounded by enemy Rubies. That was something she’d have chosen to share in private. Just for her family, as Steven would have called them.
But it wasn’t a choice, was it?
Hours and hours later, they were in their stolen Red Eye, and Pearl was finally starting to calm down. They’d found Steven. He was there. He was alive. The red was starting to return to his cheeks. He was breathing, and talking, and laughing, and safe.
… and then he asked why none of them ever told him about Pink Diamond.
Garnet answered. She was the only one of them who could.
And it was horrible, hearing her tell these lies she wholly believed. Pearl just sat there, hands on the ship’s controls, lips a thin line, unable to stop herself from listening.
Garnet’s story ended. Steven seemed mollified.
Pearl told herself she was, too.
Then one day Steven stood defiantly in the middle of the living room, face scrunched up in anger and frustration, an old human journal in his hand, demanding answers.
The journal’s picture of the Palanquin was colorless, but Pearl could see it, vivid pink in her mind, the air thick with the scent of hibiscus and oncoming rain, screams and clashing swords in the distance—
And Steven said he’d dreamed of that place. Dreamed.
How? Was he re-living Rose’s memories after all? Was it some other thing, future visions or long sight or a telepathic connection, and if so, with who—
Pearl wanted to ask, but she can’t, she can’t, she can’t.
“Please, you’re making Pearl very upset,” said Garnet.
“No! I’m upset!” yelled Steven.
She can’t, she can’t, she can’t
“We’re. Not. Going. Rose never wanted you to see this place!”
“R- Rose wanted? What about what I want!”
Steven was right, he was completely right. Steven was the one here, with her gem, and his own human heart, and that order Pink Diamond gave so long ago could never have considered this.
But it wasn’t just that, either. Steven wanted to know, and Pearl wanted to tell him. And Garnet, and Amethyst. They deserved to know too, surely? And surely Pearl deserved to loosen that crushing feeling in her chest—
She said, in her mind, What about what I want?
Garnet was worried. She wasn’t telling Pearl why, concerned that her friend was on the verge of some emotional meltdown. That in itself was one more source of frustration.
Pearl wanted answers, an explanation, but there was only so far she could push without an explanation of her own to offer.
Steven and Greg disappeared. Some days later, Garnet did too. Then she came back. Steven was with her. Greg was not.
He’d been taken to the Zoo.
Returning there was like walking into a dream.
Pearl remembered when the Zoo had first been built. Pink Diamond had been so excited. Her own little collection of humans, in the prettiest of colours, all safe and warm and protected. She could visit them whenever she wanted.
Later, Rose Quartz had soured on it. The carefully conditioned environment was so pale compared to natural human encampments and towns and cities. Even Pearl had been able to appreciate that. There was barely any art here, no music, no chance to choose when they ate or slept, or even their own partners.
They’d discussed ways of disbanding it, but couldn’t figure anything out. To have Pink Diamond close it would have seemed immediately suspicious to the other Diamonds. To send rebellion fleets to raid it would have been dangerous, a waste of both time and resources.
“We can’t risk getting our people shattered for so few humans,” Pearl had said.
Rose had nodded. “Yes. We’ll get them after. They’ll be safer here than on a war-torn planet, anyway.”
That was the justification for the Rose Quartzes, as well. It was truly, truly regrettable how they’d taken the fall for Pink Diamond’s rebellion, but better safe in a bubble than on the front lines. They too would be retrieved after.
But there had been no after. Their spaceships had all been destroyed.
In the magnitude of everything else she’d lost, Pearl had found it hard to care.
She cared now. Not just from the pain of being plunged into a role she thought she’d escaped forever. Not just from fear for Amethyst and Ruby and Sapphire, trapped in this viper’s nest with her. Not just out of worry for Steven, thrown into the same Zoo— prison — his mother had made millennia ago.
Worry for Greg. She was worried for Mr. Gregory Universe.
Later, only after Greg had been rescued and everyone was safe, Pearl marvelled at that.
She marvelled at how excellent she felt, in general. She had a stolen spaceship, she’d insulted an Agate to her face, her whole body was thrumming with rebellion, and they had been victorious!
It was enough to convince her, for quite some time, that everything was alright.
Then Steven turned himself in to Homeworld.
Pearl floated in the water, throat and eyes burning, as Steven announced his identity as Rose Quartz, and Aquamarine took him in.
Everything was a gray flurry of pain after that. Her hands worked automatically at repairing a drop ship while her mind was a million miles away. Her memories swam with protocols for questioning, trials, imprisonment and executions. There should be time to get to him before he was shattered, but...
-but what if those protocols had changed? What if, when confronted by an ‘assassin’, the Diamonds rushed immediately to the harshest punishment?
If only Steven knew. If only Pearl had told him. She had no idea if it really would have helped, if he would have believed her, or the Diamonds would have believed him, or what the fallout would have been be if they had. But surely anything, anything, would be better than this.
This is my fault, she thought, eyes misting up so violently she couldn’t see the tools in front of her.
And then: No. This is Pink Diamond’s.
Later, when Steven tore away from her, tears running down his face, oblivious to the words Pearl was choking on, she thought: No. Rose’s fault.
When Steven came to her, asking if she’d shattered Pink Diamond, Pearl had no idea what brought those suspicions on. She would ask if she could. She would do so many things.
Instead, she walked herself right out of the room, and spent the next hour cleaning swords. Then the next mentally preparing a new training routine for Connie. Approximately thirty minutes spent attempting to perfectly recall musical compositions from 14th Century Japan. When she realised she already remembered them all, she went to vacuum every inch of Steven’s room that she could reach.
Steven came to talk, again, this time with a message from Pearl that she had absolutely no recollection of writing.
A text saying: I want to tell you, but I can’t 🙈
For a moment she was confused. Then an idea unfurled in her mind, along with the realisation she must have already had it.
Oh. Oh, she was smart.
She told Steven to go find her phone. She was allowed to tell him that. He was confused, but hopefully, he would understand soon.
Pearl lost track of things, after that. Her body was still vacuuming. The rhythm was simple and calming like nothing else was, and it required no real guidance from her mind.
She’d heard the human idiom ‘lost in thought’ before, and never had it been so appropriate.
At some point, Amethyst showed up. She asked, “How you doing?”
“Fine,” said Pearl.
“Cuz ya seemed kinda… off, earlier.”
“Mmm.”
Amethyst stared at her. Distantly, Pearl knew she should find this uncomfortable, but did not have the mental energy to do anything about it.
“Have you seen Steven?” Amethyst asked.
“Yes,” said Pearl.
Silence.
“Where?” asked Amethyst, leaning forward.
“The battlefield.” Pearl could see him in her mind. She could see everything. It seemed so much more real than the Beach House.
She could see Steven’s horror when he discovered the truth. He was in her mind. She could feel it.
After it was all done, Pearl felt untethered.
Something around her throat had loosened. For millennia, she’d always been bound to someone. Now, that final pink rope had been cut, and she felt like a human boat with a broken sail, slack and directionless.
There was a lot of crying. From herself, from Garnet, Ruby, Sapphire, Amethyst, Steven. It all blurred together.
Eventually, Pearl fell asleep.
She wasn’t even aware it had happened. Those handful of times she’d tried before, she’d had to lie still and stiff, thinking intently about not thinking. This time, she simply became so exhausted that she tumbled into it without realising. Once there, she did not dream.
When she woke up, it was dark.
She was lying on the couch. She could not recall how she’d ended up there— perhaps someone had carried her. They must have laid the blanket over her. There was something pressed against her calf. Looking carefully, Pearl discovered it was Amethyst, sitting on the floor, head slumped on the couch’s cushion, some saliva dripping from her mouth. Steven was on the other couch, tucked into a small ball, snoring quietly. Next to him, in an almost identical pose, was Peridot. Off to the side, Pearl made out the slumbering mass of Lion, his chest rising and falling softly. The animal’s mass half-blocked another shape-- or shapes-- also covered in blankets. Was it Garnet, or Ruby and Sapphire?
Pearl supposed it didn’t matter, as long as the two were together.
She felt no need to go back to sleep. Carefully, so as not to disturb Amethyst, or anyone else around her, Pearl eased herself up and got to her feet. She would go to her room and… think.
Evidently, she wasn’t as quiet as she thought-- or perhaps Steven wasn’t sleeping as deeply as she’d assumed-- because as she passed, his eyes blinked open.
“Pearl?” he murmured, bleary.
She said nothing, just smiled at him faintly. Pearl saw the slow realisation as memory crept over him.
“Are you okay?” he said, shifting a little.
“I’m alright,” Pearl said, and to her own surprise, it was the truth.
He looked between her and the stone door. “Please,” he said. “Can we talk?”
“Of course,” Pearl said. He got to his feet, and seemed to hesitate a little. Pearl recognised what he wanted, and took his hand. It was soft and warm. Side by side, hand in hand, they walked into the Temple.
AN: between my masters and querying for my original novel, i barely have time for fic writing, but after that ep, i had to write something
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#steven universe#a single pale rose#pink diamond#pearl#fanfic#su fanfic#i really really love pearl and want to hug her
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Sparrow // Stiles Silinski x Guardians of the Galaxy
Summary: Following the events leading up to the formation of the Guardians of the Galaxy with your brother Peter and new friends, you make a decision. Needing time away you leave to Earth where you crash and find friends and a love you’ve never felt. Comfortable in Beacon Hills, your world is turned again at the arrival of the Guardians
Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Guardian!Reader, sibling!Peter Quill, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Malia Tate, and the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Words: 3680
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Guardians of the Galaxy or the characters involved. I only own the plot behind this but I also do not own any gifs or images involved. Our desktop theme automatically provides the owner for the gif. Image that does appear, I couldn’t fine the original poster on google images.
Warnings: Swearing, allusion to death, space ship crash, little angst, and fluff.
Requested: Yes. Anonymous.
Author: Caitsy
A/N: Requested forever ago and probably won’t have a second part. I can’t remember the last time I watched Guardians of the Galaxy and I haven’t watched Vol. 2 either.
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You never had the same connection or time on earth that your brother Peter had growing up but you shared the same temperament. Your birth father Ego had allowed you to stay with your biological mother was the first year of your life to ensure you had the healthy beginning of life. In other words he was pro nursing and knew a year would suffice before you were brought to space by the Ravagers. When you learned how to pilot a spaceship you left to be alone.
You were kept away from Peter growing up to stop any bonding that possibly appear and kept hidden from Ego. Which was understandable given that there was about fourteen years of an age difference between Peter and you. Once he became aware of you he took you under his wing and you worked together.
“I’m heading out.” You interrupted Peter and Rocket from their conversation.
“Where you headed?” Peter asked concerned.
“I’m an independent person Peter.” You smirked over at him, “You knew this when you met me.”
“You were ten years old.” Peter supplied, “I still don’t know much about you.”
“For good reason. Look we’re a group of outlaws that banded together. I’m used to being on the good side or the bad side to be honest. We have no criminal backgrounds anymore either so I need time to think.”
“Don’t you dare go into hiding.” Peter pointed his finger at you, “It’s what you did last time.”
You shook your head remembering when you managed to avoid being detained by Nova Corps and placed in the Kyln. Not that it mattered you had already been detained and escaped when you were sixteen. You were already waiting in the Milano when your brother escaped with your new friends.
Flash forward to the heartbreaking scene of Groot sacrificing himself you save you all, you decided you needed time away. Realizing you had changed yourself to care about other people than just you and Peter it shocked you.
“I won’t. The minute you actually need help. Call.” You smiled slipping into your small spaceship with a wink to Rocket.
Naturally you had been to most of the inhabitable planets in the universe but there was one place you had never really explored. Earth.
You spent the better part of three days exploring the world to find a location you would settle in for a short amount of time. You were humming when your ship started to shake out of control, buttons flashed before you crashed into the ground.
“We should call Scott.”
“I need to be independent.”
“Liam, we need to call our Alpha. She literally just fell from the sky and crashed hard.”
You slipped in and out of consciousness were god knows how long before your eyes blinked to see yourself in a forest. You caught sight of a group of teenagers off to the side speaking from two of them stood above you.
“Where the hell am I?” You groaned crawling to lean against a tree.
“Where did you come from?” The interesting coloured young male asked. His skin dark and abnormal compared to Gamora’s.
“Who the hell…” You shook your head scanning the area for your ship Sparrow coming up empty, “Where the fuck-“
You were caught off guard when you were shoved to the ground by a tall male close to your age. You stumbled into the tree before struggling to find your weapons. Gamora had gifted you with a Godslayer when you kept stealing it to try it out. It was in your ship of course but the you didn’t have time before you kicked the boy in the chest to send him onto the ground.
The other people let growls out as they crouched low. You muttered a curse before patting your side to find your custom gauntlets before the ball of metal elongated around your hands. The metal material were intricate swirls that went from your wrist to the middle of your fingers. The strip of material wrapped around your middle finger on each hand. They looked like jewelry but after mastering could send out a blast of energy in any strength you wanted.
You twisted your hands to hit the the younger male teenager with a modest blast that sent him into the nearest tree. He grunted laying there recovering from the shock as the others bound towards you with a snarl. You twisted and moved elegantly before they were each on the ground recovering from the electricity.
“Are we done?” You questioned standing straight. When the first attacker came towards you, you turned your hand palm up before using the energy to lift him in the air.
“What are those?”
“My name is Y/N.” You spoke flicking your eyes on each of them.
“Scott.” One of the older teens spoke.
“Scott! We don’t just-“
“Quit. This is Lydia, Liam, Stiles, Mason and my girlfriend Malia.” Scott pointed to each person. You hummed relaxing more, “How did you end up on the ground unconscious?”
You bounced on the balls of your feet before biting your lip debating on if telling them was a good idea. Peter preferred the Guardians not being entirely well known for the safety of everyone.
“My name is Y/N Quill.” You spoke up, “I was born to a woman in an unknown location and a father I don’t know. I never had a last name so I took my recently discovered half brother’s name. I’m part of a group that protects the universe."
A snort from Stiles brought your eyes to him as he rolled them in disbelief. You shot a pointed look at the male before returning your attention to their leader.
“I recently decided to take a vacation from my duties as a Guardian. I crashed here and woke up to see you all here.”
“You’re insane.” Stiles muttered.
“Your friends just grew magical hair, teeth and claws. Are aliens really that shocking?”
“I don’t believe it.”
You huffed spinning on your feet to search the area to find the ship you had concealed to eyes of others. You glimpsed a glint near a tree stump before rushing over.
“Oh my poor Sparrow.” You wept as you coaxed the ship to reveal itself to you.
The scratches broke your heart but the dent nearly destroyed you before you opened the door to the ship. Smoke came from the dash but when you heard the gasp right behind you it made you jump.
“Star Wars.” Stiles gasped paling as he hurried to look over piece of the ship, “Am I dreaming?”
“No.” You mumbled sitting down on the seat, “I have room if you want to take it for a spin.”
You were sure Stiles was going to faint as he scrambled to the hatch door with excited coating his expression. It lifted and it was barely finished moving before he had planted himself in the copilot seat.
“Stiles can direct you to my house.” Scott said as Stiles tossed his keys down to Scott.
“Drive carefully.” Stiles warned before the hatch closed and all outside sounds evaporated away.
“Buckle up.” You grinned grabbing Stiles’ hand to place on the dash. The dash changed to a holographic image and quickly displaced the location from Stiles’ head.
“What the hell?” Stiles screeched cradling his hand to his chest.
“It going looking for locations. That’s it.” You soothed the boy, “It doesn’t take memories or dreams from you. It just takes locations for the places you’ve been.”
He was quiet when the ship took off a lightning speed the point where you were close to blinking and just being there. Sometimes you forgot to turn that feature off.
“Can I drive.” Stiles questioned almost timidly.
“No.” You stated fast, “Not even Peter drives Sparrow and besides I have to fix the ship still.”
You landed the ship in the backyard using the invisible feature to keep prying eyes from it. The house was interesting to all the homes you had seen. Peter and you didn’t have a home to be honest, you were more of the cram everything in the ships and go types.
“This is a house?” You breathed wincing as Sparrow chirped to signify it locked. Stiles snickered thinking of the ship and Roscoe in terms of horns.
“You don’t have one?” Stiles asked confused.
“You were pretty much in mine.” You blinked at the boy, “I’m from outer space. We don’t have houses floating around.”
“That one show with the two kids and that girl from Twilight did.” Stiles muttered. You shot him a confused look before shaking it off and being lead to the house.
Within a few minutes of being in the house you were enthralled with the the concept of human life on earth. In your eighteen years you had been shielded by the natural culture teenagers experienced even if you did catch a few tv series and movies.
“Is that you?” You questioned pointing to a little boy in a picture frame on the wall.
“Yeah. That was a few days before I met Scott.” Stiles nodded to himself, “I miss those days.”
“How come?” You asked tilting your head to look at him.
“Life was really different.” He shrugged shoving his hands into his pockets thinking back on the changes.
He seemed to be saddened by the conversation and you understood when the pictures went from him and his parents to dwindling to pictures with his Dad or alone until there was barely a picture on the wall. You took that as the knowledge his mother was no longer in the family whether it be by passing away or some other cause.
“I live with my brother most of the time.” You spoke up tracing your finger along the minor crack in the wall, “He rescued me from a clan when he heard about me. We were kept away from each other.”
“What is it like in space?” Stiles asked as the sound of the jeep parking came in through the window.
“I’ve only ever known space.” You hummed avoiding his gaze, “It’s adventurous and lonely sometimes.”
The door was opened by the group of teenagers from the woods with hesitant concerned expressions. You curious about them all but you had to fix your ship in case shit hit the fan again and the Guardians needed you.
“You’re here.” Liam was dumbfounded having thought you would have left with Stiles.
“I am.” You snickered blinking at the young boy, “Having a lovely conversation too.”
“Are you an alien?”
“Not really.” You trailed off remembering the news you got before leaving.
“Not really?” Malia asked.
“It’s not something I want to talk about right now.” You mumbled lifting your hand to your neck where a simple chain laid on your chest.
You fell in love with Beacon Hills and the normal life they led, other than the supernatural aspect, in the small town. It was summer on earth in which Stiles explained school was on holidays until the fall. He had quickly explained that Scott, Lydia, Malia and him were graduated and in their second year of university which was another thing you didn’t completely understand.
“How old are you all?” You asked the boy sitting on his bed beside him. His hand tightly holding yours.
“I’m nineteen.” Stiles grinned, “Malia, Lydia and Scott are my age.”
“What about the others?”
“I don’t worry myself about Liam’s age.” Stiles waved off as he furrowed his brows, “Different topic but where do you go at night?”
“Sparrow.” You replied, “Why?”
“You sleep in your ship?” Stiles practically shouted just as Noah came to the door.
“Your ship? You said you had a good place to stay.” Noah frowned coming into the room more.
“I do. My ship is comfortable and good.” You firmly nodded twisting the comforter on the bed in your hands avoiding their eyes.
“We have a room you can stay in.” Noah offered, “It’s a smal-“
“It’s called the Doghouse.” Stiles smirked looking at his father. Even if it saddened the Stilinksi men it didn’t change the room that Noah stayed in when he got in trouble with his wife.
“When my wife got angry or we fought I would sleep in the small spare room.” Noah explained tapping his fingers on the door frame, “Stiles here bribed or blackmailed the shop teacher to make a sign to put on the door.”
“It was up every time he had to sleep in there.” Stiles looked down at his lap.
“She loved that sign.” Noah cleared his throat, “Supper is on the table with your ready. Burger and fries with a salad for Stiles.”
“No that’s for you.” Stiles protested following his Dad downstairs continuing the argument.
It had been a few months or so that you were staying in Beacon Hills for a variety of reasons from the crush you harboured for Stiles that slowly developed into a relationship. It was the reason you made the excuse that it took a long time to repair Sparrow when truly you didn’t want to go back to being a Guardian of the Galaxy.
“You coming?” Stiles shouted as you appeared at the foot of the stairs.
“Here.” You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before dishing up food for himself. You noticed Noah staring in shock at the two of you before he shrugged it off with a simple mumble.
“First a werecoyote, then a banshee, now a space human.”
“Half alien.” You smiled at the older man. He blinked, Stiles blinked, you blinked before you felt like the sound barrier exploded from the excited sound.
“You’re an alien?!” Stiles screeched in complete shock, “You’re like Zam Wessell!”
“Who?” You questioned confused.
“A mercenary in Star Wars who shapeshifts.”
“I don’t shapeshift.” You noted watching your excited boyfriend.
“Can we go to space somet-“
“No.” Noah practically shouted shaking his head, “Werewolves, magical de-aging, kanimas, dara…dark druids are what I can take. My son going to space?! No!”
Noah plastered a severely stern expression as he dug into his burger to ignore the conversation and tension he had left. You had heard the stories when you originally met the pack but hearing it come from a severely exhausted officer was a different thing entirely.
“You should never meet Rocket or Groot.” You calmly spoke, “Gamora is understandable because I’ve seen humans paint their skin before.”
“Rocket and Groot?” Stiles asked looking at you.
“Not important.” You waved off as the pack began to walk into the house without knocking, it seemed pretty typical now.
“We should do a movie night outside.” Liam spoke up, “It’s one of the nicest nights out this week and we have the projector and blanket.”
In agreement everyone got more things together to place outside all the while Stiles was complaining nobody wanted to watch Star Wars. You had just gotten the sheet up when something crashed into it and skidded a few meters.
“Jesus christ!” Scott gasped struggling to push himself away.
You groaned recognizing the ship from multiple adventures and lessons to drive. The ship door opened to have Gamora step out in her badass glory while Rocket immediately went for the projector to look it over.
“No.” You whined practically collapsing to the ground in annoyance, “Peter!”
You ducked when the blasted flew over your head and a loud cry was heard before a bird fell off the tree in the neighboring backyard.
“Jesus Christ!” You screeched landing hard on the ground before rolling out of the way when Gamora’s sword went deep in the ground.
“Hey sis!” Peter grinned jumping out of the ship onto the grass. You sighed collapsing further into the ground in sheer exasperation.
Stiles came over and helped you up all the while he stared in shock of the ship to the weapons and the new people. He must have died and gone to heaven because this was crazy similar to Star Wars, even if it was entirely different also.
“I’m done!” Noah spoke shaking his head and quickening his steps to the house, “I’m packing and you are taking me to Eichen!”
“Oh come on Dad!”
“I am Groot!”
You gasped seeing the tiny Groot smile from the door way of the ship shifting as he caught sight of you. The tears flooded your eyes as you raced to the edge of the ship and collapsed onto your knees in front of the little guy.
“Groot!” You shakily spoke giggling as he nestled into the crevice of your neck.
“I am Groot.” Groot said with a stern expression and tone.
“I’m thought you were gone. It’s my fault.” You cried as Groot placed his tiny hand on your cheek and shook his head.
“I am Groot!”
“Okay!” You shakily laughed wiping your tears away as he climbed onto your shoulder. If you had to choose someone in the universe you were the closest with outside of your blood family than it would be Groot.
Since you met him he had become a close friend and when he gave you that last look before he died. It had destroyed you sending you into a desperation to get away and while it was tragic, it brought you to Stiles.
“What the heck is that?” Malia asked looking at Groot.
“These are my friends and my brother.” You said as Peter pulled you into a headlock. You resigned to it instead of the traditional wrestling.
“Star Lord.” Peter said with a wave.
“Star what?” Stiles asked squinting.
“His name is Peter.” You sighed rolling your eyes at him before pointing to the rest of the team, “The rest of them are Gamora, Drax-“
“The Destroyer.”
“That sounds way too similar to Deucalion’s ‘Death, Destroyer of World’” Stiles announced while Lydia walked closer to the ship to look at every aspect. Even after opening a gate to save Stiles this was her holy grail.
“This is Rocket Racoon, and my best friend Groot.” You finished gesturing to every single one of them, “We’re the Guardians of the Galaxy and we protect the Galaxy from threats.”
“How does someone named Dax the Destroyer actually be a good guy?” Liam asked crossing his arms.
“We weren’t…aren’t…? good guys.” You frowned looking over at Peter, “Holy shit. We’re the good guys now.”
“We saved a planet.” Peter rolled his eyes.
“You’re a bad guy?” Scott questioned stepping more in front of his pack.
“We used to be intergalactic outlaws.” Gamora supplied standing straight beside Peter leaving you with a subtle smirk.
“You lied to-“
“No I didn’t Stiles.” You coaxed stepping closer to the male, “You never asked and I never told. It’s not something I wanted to talk about, you’ve told me about the things you’ve faced.”
Stiles stayed locked in his position as you gently placed your hands on his cheeks as you pressed a lingering kiss on his lips.
“Have I ever tried to harm anyone of you?” You asked earning a shake of his head, “Did I ever make you uncomfortable?”
“No.” Stiles mumbled leaning his forehead against yours. His hands grasped yours in his as you turned to pay attention to the Guardians.
“What brought you here?” You asked your brother.
“We have a lot of talk about.” Peter nodded sharing looks with the other Guardians, “We need your help. We’ve been given the job of protecting batteries in exchange for Nebula.”
“That sadistic bitch again?” You groaned, “Can I kill her this time?”
“No.” Scott spoke in reflex not even realizing.
“I can’t leave.” You softly told your older brother, “I have a life here Peter. I like it here. I love Stiles.”
“You promised.” Peter reminded you, “I haven’t asked for your help since you left months ago. I need you sis.”
You went to open your mouth before Stiles tugged you in the house up to his room oddly more quiet than usual. Leading you to the bed he crouched in front of you ensuring you were looking right at him.
“You should go.”
“I can’t leave you.” You whispered caressing his cheek smiling as he turned to kiss your palm, “I love you.”
“I know. I love you too.” Stiles whispered grasping your hands in his as he turned his head down, “I need you but the universe does too. I go back to Washington for the year. Summer’s almost finished and I know you don’t like heavily populated places.”
“Especially when I’m close to the White House.” You joked with a watery smile, “I’m pretty damn close to slaughtering Donald Trump before he gets in office.”
“I’m sure we can talk. You can visit during the holidays and come back for the summer.” Stiles quickly said, “I love you. I love you so much that I know we won’t let anything get between us.”
The great thing about your ship was that it was able to connect onto the belly of the Milano as a customized build on. It was definitely needed when you were part of a team and spend the duration of flights conducting plans. Everything was good to go especially when Stiles smirked understanding you had been prolonging fixing Sparrow.
“I knew it.” Stiles chuckled shaking his head.
“Are you sure?” You asked clutching your guantlet balls squeezing the cold metal in your hands.
“I’m sure.” Stiles replied as you nodded.
You stepped into the ship after your friends and brother hesitating to look over your shoulder before rushing back to Stiles. A searing kiss before he walked you backwards until you were the ship.
“I’ll teach you how to fly Sparrow.” You smiled as he returned it.
“See you soon.”
“See you soon.” You echoed before the ship closed and raised off the ground. With matching tears with you boyfriend you became quiet.
Stiles watched as the Milano became speck until it was just gone. You were gone and he missed you so much already.
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