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Do you have any theories or explanations on why cyborgs in MK lore are plain useless? In MK9 and MK11 it's shown that to defeat a cyber ninja covered in armor and a lot of advanced weaponry you don't need much force (like Kitana easily decapitating them with her fan) and Sektor is pretty much a useless jobber who lost all his fights, same as Cyrax who in MK9 lost every encounter after being turned into a cyborg.
The easiest explanation of course is game mechanics which simply doesn’t allow them to win, and Cyber Sektor (alongside with Noob Saibot) is the victim of this at least since MK9 (2011). At the same time, the same game mechanics allow a relative normal human to defeat a powerful god(s) and for context, the last time Shinnok was beaten down happened when the Elder Gods battled him eons ago. So yeah, the MK universe doesn’t really follow sensible logic when it comes to fighting abilities.
As for in-universe explanation, I would go with this reasoning:
The first matter is that members of Lin Kuei weren’t intended to fight in an honorable one on one specifically. Bi-Han was one of the best but his specializations, as we were told in Sub-Zero: Mythologies, was assassination and theft. Of course, Bi-Han was a skilled fighter, otherwise he wouldn’t be hired to take part in the Mortal Kombat Tournament, the same as Cyrax and Sektor. However in his line of job, he was trained to steal and kill from hiding and by any necessary means. The clan’s original motto says We are the Lin Kuei, more stealthful than the night, more deadly than the dawn! putting emphasis on stealth and even MK1’s Lin Kuei, though no longer an assassin clan but still definitely a special forces/ black ops in service of Earthrealm, as before favors this tactic on their missions.
"Stealth is the only tactic I need!" [Scorpion/Kuai Liang vs Shang Tsung character intro]
The C.I. project was meant to perfect members of Lin Kuei by erasing human flaws, but that does not necessarily mean their original purpose (assassination and theft) changed. Frankly, the Lin Kuei cyborg were effective when it comes down to stealth, as in MK9 they twice successfully managed to approach and catch their target without anyone noticing their presence, as was seen with Smoke (saved only by Raiden’s intervention)
and younger Sub-Zero.
For the record, Cyber Lin Kuei managed to sneak up into Colosseum full of guards, people with special powers including two excellent sorcerer (Shang Tsung and Quan Chi) and Emperor himself. Granted, everyone was focused on Tournament and Kuai Liang’s attempt at murder but that is the point isn’t? Cyborg Lin Kuei had means and experiences with using that kind situation for their benefit.
And let’s not forget Cyber Lin Kuei and Sindel's attack on the heroes. Only Cyber Sub-Zero managed to detect other cyborgs before their attack - most likely due being one of them. Now let’s compare it to Sindel’s attack, when the Earthrealms were warned about by Kitana who senses her mother’s presence. So the Cyborg Lin Kuei ambush did not fail due to Lin Kuei’s lack of skills but because Earthrealm luckily had a cyborg on their side before they could sneak up and assassinate humans.
Additionally, older source material like Cyrax's bio and ending specifically point out that lack of the soul makes a cyborg undetected:
Mortal Kombat 3: "Cyrax is unit LK-4D4, the second of three prototype cybernetic ninjas built by the Lin Kuei. Like his counterparts, his last program is to find and terminate the rogue ninja Sub-Zero. Without a soul, Cyrax goes undetected by Shao Kahn and remains a possible threat against his occupation of Earth."
Mortal Kombat 3: "Cyrax is captured by Sub-Zero and reprogrammed with new orders: Destroy Shao Kahn. With Kahn unable to detect the assassin's soulless presence, Cyrax delivers a successful sneak attack. But, after eliminating Kahn and saving Earth, Cyrax awaits new orders from his Lin Kuei headquarters. The orders never come and Cyrax malfunctions. He ends up stranded in the middle of a vast desert, blindly heading towards his base."
Also thing worth to keep in mind: Cyber Sektor and Cyrax may lost their fight in MK9, but Cyber Sub-Zero defeated both Goro and Kintaro, Kano and Noob Saibot in almost one go and none of those fighters, especially not Prince Goro, the Champion of Mortal Kombat Tournament, could be called a weakling.
So, one of things constituting the problem may be that Lin Kuei were the most adapted at stealth and ambush attack but once they lost the element of surprise they could lose the fight against more experienced warriors. The clan may have great individual fighters like Sub-Zero brother, Smoke, Cyrax and Sektor, but the average member not necessary must be on the same level as those named warriors (additionally, even those named characters worked in pair for most of time, with Bi-Han being the biggest exception in games however in some older comics he too had a partner, Hydro).
The other disadvantage the cyborgs face is definitely the existence of magic and generally speaking a different “reality” laws between realms, for example - earthrealm technology does not work properly on Shang Tsung’s Island (the best example comes from MK film 1995, in which Sonya’s radio and compass stopped working once she has arrived there but of course, this aspecy varies between sources). The Lin Kuei, as a clan familiar with magic and super powers for ages, probably took into account such a problem, however even the best calculation can’t compare to first hand experiences, so there is a chance in some settings the cyborg technology will be affected by specific factors and maybe even a place itself - here is a good moment to wonder if Kitana’s fans are enhanced by some sort of magic that gives the control over weapon “against the laws of physics” during her fatalities? Whether introduced as Shao Kahn or Empress Sindel’s daughter, she is a princess so it is very likely her gear is of the best quality and may be made of either magic material or magically improved when crafted. Such a weapon combined with her skills honed for hundreds of years make her a very dangerous enemy to face.
Another matters connected to cyborg technology is that MK lore proved
A) programming may be prone to corruption which definitely affects the cyborgs abilities. This is especially seen with Sektor in original timeline:
Tournament Edition: "Sektor's programming had become corrupted during his many violent battles with Outworld Forces [...].
and
Bio Kard: "One of the original cyborgs manufactured by the Lin Kuei clan, Sektor has grown more and more corrupt over the years. As his programming deteriorates, he becomes a bigger threat than ever. He may prove to be a danger to all, regardless of their alignment.
B) the cyborgization could improve Lin Kuei warriors’ skills yet the programming may as well kill their natural assassin predispositions and human’s ability to adapt. Which is something that Cyrax feared: "I am among those speaking out against the Grand Master's plan. Surgically transform the Lin Kuei into glorified robots? It kills our intuition, our instincts." [MK9] Since some clan members were forced into C.I. Project against their will, their units requested a slave protocol to keep them under control. The survivors of said program or those who managed to elusive the change attempted to destroy Cyber Lin Kuei (and whenever Cyber Cyrax regained control over himself he turned against the robotic Lin Kuei and that happened on a few different occasions). The threat of rebellion forced Cyber Sektor to limitate subordinates’ autonomy, which in result definitely redacted their primal efficiency. This is best seen in Mortal Kombat X comics series, as cloned cyborgs can’t function independently and need a central master to operate.
and would stop working properly if central master (Sektor) was eliminated until they found the replacement
(and there is something to say about Cyber Sektor’s own programing that was supposed to transcend humanity yet he pathologically kept Cyrax around as his second-in-command despite the danger Cyrax poses).
Another matter worth taking into account about events of MK11 (2019) is how the misplaced through time Cyber Lin Kuei needed to update their technology (“The Cyber Lin Kuei factory is modified to your specifications. Production exceeds projections.”), however I feel only once they were used truly in line with their main advantage - stealth. And that most likely happened during the attack on Lin Kuei Temple, as the game made it clear Cyborgs managed to capture Kuai Liang’s men and change into robots. In all other events, like during the attack on the Special Force’s base or the final battle between allied heroes and Kronika’s army? The Cyber Lin Kuei were treated like cannon fodder and it was their number that mattered, not quality. Which I guess adds to the feeling of their incompetence.
So if I was looking for an in-universe explanation why Cyber Lin Kuei is not effective despite the advanced technology, the most sounding answer for me is the mix of above presented reasons. Their main advantage is stealth and lack of souls make them undetectable however this is rarely used these days to fullest while Cyber Sektor’s fear of losing control handicapped their efficiency from within. The less autonomy the cyborgs have, the less capable they are of adapting to the situation (and turning it to their favor). But also, the named fighters that faced the machines are not novice and each are experienced, dedicated to their cause and skilled - in some cases, also equipped with either magic or special powers including controlling elements like electricity, ice and fire that easily can disrupt cyber technology. But the biggest fault definitely lies with how cyber programming limits their natural instincts in favor of maintaining control over enslaved people/machines.
#mortal kombat#cyber lin kuei#lin kuei#cyrax#sektor#sub zero#my replies#it really looks like the original timelines (when our technology in general wasn't advances like it is now) keep cyborgs in more respect#than the latest game?#anyway here my theory hope it helps
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Idk if you're still doing the lore thing, but if you are: The Blood Of My Enemy Stains My Hands Now?
I am ALWAYS still doing lore for fics. Sorry this took like two weeks to answer, anon.
LORE FOR THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMY STAINS MY HANDS NOW <-- link to story
this was written as a request for Tamuril2, who asked for something with Loki and Fury after I wrote My Kids Will Call Me Fury , where Fury collected the Avengers as his kids. They wanted something with Loki and Fury specifically, so when I added the additional scene at the end of MKWCMF, I also decided to just...write this.
I didn't have a plan. I didn't even really have an end goal in mind.
I remember starting to write it and just being like "yknow what, fine" and just letting it go wherever. I wrote the entire thing in like seven hours. I am a meticulous planner for multi-chapters. For one-shots I kinda just let the story take itself.
Fair warning, I haven't read this story in probably 2 years. No, I think i listened to it at work recently? honestly i have no idea.
lol. Fury is such an a-hole.
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it was not ear blood. It was the fact that Loki was crying. The ear blood just sort of sealed the deal.
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PTSD from being tortured by Thanos ^^^
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"Flesh around a long, ragged gorge (a stab, not clean) is blackened and the veins around it are turning a purplish-blue."
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galaxy.
that's kind of too funny to go and edit out honestly. Sometimes I find grammar errors that I can't stand but this is just. This is comedy gold.
reason 1134325235 I should have a beta, but don't. (I edit vigorously but that only catches 92% of everything)
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"Fury can see evidence of previous scars there, white and not as faint as he's expecting for someone over a millennia old."
^^^
from torture with thanos
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yeah, i think the injury has changed like at least two times that I've noticed. If you can't tell, I literally had no idea what I was going with, lol.
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ha. Everyone kept making jokes about how Thanos would be defeated by Cap Marvel alone without any effort on her part whatsoever before Endgame came out and I found it really annoying. This is 1000% a "look, carol can't solve everything" point.
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"He jolts a little and his face twitches with something that looks close to a grimace. Fury leans against the side of the car a little, and stares at him."
^^ hypervigilance, a common symptom of ptsd
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""Believe me, Director, the things that are after me would horrify you."
Fury blinks. "That is not reassuring."
"It wasn't meant to be."
Of course not. Brat."
I love them, your honor.
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"And, well, he attempted to smuggle me out the next day. We didn't make it far. Odin commissioned Thor banned from Asgard for the next two years and I to the snake pits beneath the palace."
THEY JUST HAVE SNAKE PITS BENEATH THE PALACE AND NO ONE BRINGS THAT UP AGAIN? WHAT IS THIS????????? AMERICA EXPLAIN!
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"There is no way that Fury is sending him back. None on this planet, none on any other. If capital punishment must be met, it should be clean. Fury has never been big on torture as recompense for a crime."
I know there are a lot of mcu fics out there where Fury 100% engages in torture and believes it's an effective means of retrieving information or enacting punishment, but I personally don't see Fury doing that. To be clear, I think those fics are fun and very enjoyable, but I don't think that Natasha, Clint, or Tony would trust Tony to the extent they do if Fury was willing to do a ton of physical/mental harm to someone.
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"Stop scowling, S.H.I.E.L.D. can always use the assets. You work for us and we'll give you a roof over your head and keep you from Asgard, and whatever else it is that's hunting you.""
WAIT I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT THIS IS THE FIC I WROTE WHERE LOKI BECOMES FURY'S C.I./AGENT
I LOVE THIS FIC
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Between yet another villain attack and Tony breaking into S.H.I.E.L.D. again, Fury nearly forgets all about it.
TONY
I need the context behind this and yet I have none XD
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Despite the fact that his leathers were destroyed and Fury banned him from using magic save truly dire circumstances, he still manages to seem well dressed. Fury's not even certain where the long suit coat came from. He doesn't wear ties from what Fury's seen unless the circumstance permits it.
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more ptsd from torture. ties are a little too close to strangulation for him.
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If Fury hadn't been looking for it he would have missed the slight widening of Loki's eyes and the relief slip into his stance.
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I always got the impression that Odin spent a great deal of time yelling at Thor and Loki for doing things wrong. I don't imagine Loki's delivered reports to his father that went over smoothly.
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"So, you're keeping him?" Coulson questions and Fury nearly jumps in surprise at the voice, turning to look back at the agent currently seated in a chair in his office, the folder that he's compiled on Loki in hand.
I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH! WHY IS COULSON HERE? I DON"T KNOW, BUT IT'S GREAT HE BROKE INTO FURY'S OFFICE AND FURY ISN'T EVEN ANNOYED, JUST RESIGNED. like it happens all the time. (Oh, hill asked him to look into it. okay. makes sense. still glorious)
Also loving that Coulson is literally chill with the guy who stabbed him working with them. Like. Bro. You're a SAINT.
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He hasn't mentioned it to his higher-ups and plans to keep it that way.
The more they can make it seem like Loki vanished off the face of the Earth the better.
Less things to shove off his tail.
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Fury's desperate self explanations for everything are fantastic. Literally he's doing this so the "big bad thing" after Loki doesn't pick up the fact that he didn't die on the street corner.
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"Fury's rising desire to punch Odin and any other Asgardian (save Thor) in the face kicks up a notch."
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yeah if this is not clear from earlier, Fury and Thor are good terms. They've talked a bit about Loki, which is how Fury knew that Loki would make a good agent to begin with.
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It both strings and numbs him to realize that Loki trusts him enough not to sneak something into the food. Loki stays the rest of the night on the couch, his face twitching with discomfort, but the trust that he presents Fury with is humbling.
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This is. Bro. Loki is so untrusting. like deeply at his core. the fact that he did this with fury just really makes me realize how much Loki trusts him. He showed up at Fury's house when he was having an anxiety attack to ask for help. He didn't think Fury would turn him away. He didn't even bother to pick through the food because he trusts fury. Like. whoa.
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He comes to with an aching back, a sore throat unequal to any other, and the sound of quiet voices talking around him. His mind refuses to really process any of the words their speaking beyond frazzled bits of mumbles, but he recognizes the voices enough that he doesn't panic.
AND FURY TRUSTS THE AVENGERS + LOKI
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"Thank you." Fury interrupts.
Loki's jaw hangs a little and he stares at him, "What?"
"Thank you." Fury repeats.
Loki's eyebrows look in danger of disappearing into his hairline. "I…?"
Curse you, Odin, and all you other Asgardian idiots.
^^^
Loki saved everyone's lives on Jotunheim and not one (1) person thanked him for keeping them alive. I don't get the impression he gets thanked that often.
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"Sure, he was shot, but it isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him before.
He's a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. S.H.I.E.L.D. director.
He has other things to do."
THIS MAN I SWEAR
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"Loki belongs to Asgard—!"
"And I've elected to ignore that."
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probably a better summary of this fic, lol.
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LINK TO STORY
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17 Enugu LG chairmen asked to account for N55bn allocation
A non-governmental organisation, Mssrs Nafesoje Empowerment Foundation has given the 17 local government chairmen in Enugu State a 7-day deadline to provide an explanation for the three years’ worth of federal allocation.
The document that was released to journalists in Enugu on Friday pertains to the years 2020, 2021, and 2022. The total amount under scrutiny is more than N55 billion.
The Nafesoje Empowerment Foundation has threatened to take legal action against the 17 local government chairmen in Enugu State if they fail to respond to a letter from the foundation’s lawyer, C.I. Odo Esq, demanding an explanation for the revenue allocated to the local governments between 2020 and 2022. The letter, titled “Demand for Proper Account/Explanation of the Revenue Allocated to the Seventeen (17) Local Governments Council of Enugu State from 2020-2022. A Pre-Action Notice,” was sent to the chairmen by the foundation’s house located in Trans Ekulu, Enugu, Enugu State.
The statement read that the Foundation being a non-governmental organization is focused on promoting good governance and accountability in governance. The foundation has been monitoring the 17 local governments in Enugu State for the past three years, and upon discovering issues with their activities, has decided to make this move and demand an explanation.
“Our brief further shows that despite the huge revenue allocations received by the above mentioned 17 Local Government Council, there is no comprehensible account or explanation by the various Local Government chairmen on how the allocations were spent or rather the projects the allocations were used to execute.
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Bradley: One better, I gathered them all up and have them ready to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting enemy. They’re in a specialty storage unit in my bags, if you’re wondering. (Nobody wanted to know how he did that) The nest they had is now the farm I mentioned planning, and it’s bigger than you may expect…though it could certainly be expanded. As for other additions, I’ve made the beginnings of a better workshop for tinkering with machines and the like, as well as cleaning up some of the rooms down there. It’s a start, but it’s all working out. *notices that everyone is winding down after that dinner* Seems like dinner is coming to a close…shall we exchange tales of what we’ve done after I show you the actual rooms down in the vault?
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(Meanwhile with The Savage Scavengers)
*The Castle they had stolen was modified and redecorated to fit The Savage Scavenger's whole theme and the tinkerers were currently building new warmachines for the faction to use as they please...The few Bandits that had survived the battle with Bradley had returned to warn their boss of the danger*
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Master Xero, after he stopped sharpening his blade after hearing that name:...Well now...This should make things interesting...Very, very interesting indeed...*His amulet and his "supposedly" still missing left eye soon glowed a familiar blood red color*
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Alright, I know it was a request, but I have removed black people from the Trigger Warnings page, as we do not feel uncomfortable with black people. I even think Candace Owens is beautiful. From now on, we will only accept requests from actual members of this RPG. If you are not comfortable with being off-anon, then please say that you're a member of this RPG in the anonymous ask. Thank you.
EDIT FROM HALEY: the fact that “black people” were A TRIGGER says a LOT about the admins of this role play. and of course this was done by jacqueline.
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The Missing Piece Pt.2
The Missing Piece Pt.2 - @midnightsconspiracy
Summary: Finally after confessing to you, Hank takes you on multiple dates, but will you finally become an exclusive couple
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1027
Requested: Yes!!
‘I loooove how you write Hank, it’s so sweet. Could I get a follow-up to The Missing Piece where he and Reader go on a few dates and decide to make it exclusive, and then they tell the rest of the unit? I can totally see this morphing into a whole series where he really does complete her 🥺 Thank you!!’
A/N: I only wrote half of this request as I wanted to write about them becoming exclusive in one part and then make a part three on telling the team. It just allows me to make a better, more detailed and cohesive story for everyone to read, plus you guys get more content to read! :)
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Much to your delight, Hank had taken you on a date after your spontaneous kiss that night. It was a small little Italian joint, owned by a C.I of Hank’s, which allowed you two to have a booth in a private corner of the restaurant. The evening was full of shy smiles and small talk, getting to know each other on a personal level, in comparison to how you knew him before, as just a boss and employee. You learnt many things that you hadn’t known about him before, where he grew up, his father and his time in the police academy. But, for the most part, he was invested in you, wanting to know everything about you and showering you with praise and compliments the whole night. You felt like a princess every moment you were with him, and after that night you knew he was something special.
You continued to see him secretly for months, spending every Friday night, that you had decided was the designated date night, going back to the spot of your original date. You had been so much that the owner, Vincenzo, knew you as Voight’s girl, which made your heart clench every time you heard him say that. After about three months, you felt as though you knew more about him than you even knew about Jay, your best friend and work partner of three years. But overall, it was harmony, spending whatever time you could with him, whether it was at the restaurant, either of your places or his office, finding solace in the presence of each other. Nights spent together, consisted of cuddles and takeout, him always allowing you to pick out what food you fancied. You would spend hours cuddled up in bed together, keeping each other warm and talking about all things except work, a conversation you would try and avoid.
However, sometimes you had to help the other one deal and cope with the traumas of a particularly rough case. On those nights, everything became about doing what the other person wanted, anything that would be able to help cope with the stress. In your instance, one case that involved Hank's past, caused him extreme stress, bringing things up that he thought had been buried years previous, so you decided to do something special to help him get through the negative emotions he was feeling. You had cooked him his favourite meal whilst he stayed late at the office to continue working, wanting to surprise him for when he came back. Once he had entered the house you greeted him by the door, bringing his tense figure into your arms, trying to hug away the pain he was feeling. Leading him into the kitchen, you presented the freshly prepared meal, getting him to sit down and enjoy himself for once that day. After you had both finished, you brought him upstairs, joining him in the bath, that was intended to relieve his hardships, instead leading to hours of erotic behaviour. Finally, as a day came to a close, you laid on top of him, head in the crook of his neck, telling him how much you appreciated him for coming into your life.
For the most part, no one in the unit seemed to notice any changes between the two of you. Keeping everything under rapt, you restricted what you did, no talks of seeing each other, no public displayed of affection and no doing anything else that would make anyone suspicious. Everyone seemed to be oblivious not thinking anything was the matter, except two people. Alvin had been told a couple of days into your fling, questioning his friend after he had sent you to Voight's office that faithful day. Then there was Jay. Being your best friend he had started noticing you acting differently from your usual self. He had questioned you multiple times, trying to get information on what he assumed was a new fling. You had just informed him that you had met someone and you were head over heels for them. But the one piece of information you left out was who
it was and how close he was to Jay already.
One day, months into your fling, you decided you wanted more, not just wanting to spend your time together in an undefined relationship. You were already in a routine with the man that could be easily be compared to a fully-fledged couple. However, neither of you had made a move to lead the relationship further, just happy with the bliss you were experiencing in your current situation. In reality, you were both thinking about it a lot in the last few weeks, but both of you nervous to express your opinions scared the other would refuse. Getting impatient, it was Hank who pushed the boat out, being the one who would make the move into a relationship. He sat you down in his living room one day after you had been on one of your date nights, making you nervous after he had said you needed to talk. It had put you in a state of unease, not realising what he wanted to talk about.
"I was thinking..." He started, looking down at the sofa, avoiding eye contact.
"Okay?" you replied, scared that he was going to tell you that you couldn't see each other anymore.
"We've been seeing each other for a while"
"yes..." The tension-filled pause killed you, just wanting him to bite the bullet and do it.
"And I was thinking about things and maybe we should make this official?" Raising your head to look at him, you were pleasantly surprised, on the verge of tears that instead of breaking it off, you were becoming exclusive.
"Really?"
"Of course sweetheart, you changed my life for the better these past few months, and I couldn't think of anything I'd want more." Throwing your arms around his neck, he grunted at the impact, embracing you back as you whispered a soft 'yes' into his neck. As tears rolled down your cheeks, just happy that you were coming even closer to filling in that missing piece inside you.
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Why is Sektor so obsessed with Cyrax?
That is indeed a good question to which I don’t think sources even presented a clear answer.
I already talked a bit about Sektor’s pathological need to keep Cyrax around but what is important to note, this possessive habit could be observed in Cyber Sektor but wasn't really that noticeable when he was still a human being. Because of that, I have a theory of mine that Sektor’s inability to leave Cyrax alone may be rooted in his emotional and psychological problems that somehow, during cybernetic transmutation, corrupted his programing to the point cold logic was thrown away whenever it came to his (former) partner-in-crime.
The available information from various Mortal Kombat media strongly hints that Sektor was growing up in a very controlled environment that offered him little to no choice in regard to himself. He was meant to be a Lin Kuei warrior, whether he liked that or not and somehow along the way developed the “obey the Grandmaster” mindset. At the same time, Cyrax at some point became his partner-in-crime. Defenders of the Realm animated TV series seems to imply they knew each other since their training days. Considering that Cyrax actually joined the clan instead of being born there or kidnapped, they most likely grew close to each other on their own accord. Whatever the true nature of their relationship was, Cyrax felt safe enough to raise his concern about C.I. Project to his partner, while Sektor, as much as he didn’t like to hear those complaints, still believed in Cyrax’s loyalty. At least, until Cyrax spared Johny’s life and thus disobeyed Grandmaster’s orders. But here is the thing - Sektor could have lied to his superiors, either that his partner died in a fight like Bi-Han (although Shang Tsung could be in contact with Lin Kuei to report a failure of their warrior) or that he killed him during their fight. Yet, Lin Kuei learned about the runaway Cyrax, captured him and brought back to change him into a cyborg, which implies Sektor chose loyalty to their masters over his ex-companion.
This actually is a pretty interesting detail that suggests a lot about Sektor’s state of mind, since human Sektor was capable of letting go of his attachment to Cyrax but once he became cyborg - and in theory, transcended his humanity - somehow now he is unable to repeat that choice. I don’t know, maybe it was Sektor’s guilt or anger at the whole situation, or a more emotionally complex nature of his mind that during the process of transiting his not-so-stable consciousness and subconsciousness into cyborg program that due to some imperfection of the technology corrupted the whole system once Sektor was granted some autonomy? A technological error that was most likely fixed once the new generation of cyborg was created.
There is no real answer to that, but there is a visible difference between human withdrawn Sektor and his more confident, dominant cyborg version that so stubbornly clings to Cyrax. On one hand, his possessive behavior could be read as a punishment for rebelled Cyrax but we don’t exactly see Sektor coming out of his way to make Cyrax suffer. Yes, he abused him in the sense, he took away Cyrax’s free will (thus preventing the man choosing to leave Lin Kuei - him? - again) yet there is no sending Cyrax on suicide missions to kill him and then remake, in the sick, never ending circle of suffer. Cyrax’s place seems to be always at Sektor’s side even if there must be more “worthy” warriors, who like Sektor, blindly obeyed Grandmaster’s vision of C.I. Project than one, rebelled traitor. I mean, Cyborg Sektor had to be aware that the presence of Cyrax was a liability to his plans because once Cyrax would regain consciousness, he would betray Cyber Lin Kuei (Sektor) by trying to destroy it. And yet, Cyber Sektor did not get rid of this obstacle despite the better - logical - judgment. This is even more palpable in the MK9 Challenge Tower when Kabal and the influenced by evil Smoke dismembered Sektor’s “pal” and Sektor’s first reaction was Give me his body!
Whatever the source was, Sektor’s anger at his ex-partner or the need to have him back no matter what or a mix of all emotions that were deeply suspended by Lin Kuei upbringing, I strongly believe Sektor is so keen to keep Cyrax at his side due to the corrupted(?) part of humanity that somehow wasn’t completely erased.
So I guess at the end of the day, Sektor was human, a very fucked up and twisted one, but human nevertheless and for whatever reason, Cyrax must meant a great deal to him to develop such obsessive behaviour while “transcending humanity” actually gave him for the first time(?) a freedom to decide about himself in a way he wasn’t allowed before. And apparently, Sektor had a great need to keep Cyrax around regardless of the danger.
#mortal kombat#sektor#cyrax#my replies#not sure if my answet makes sense#i guess sektor was a human being after all and somehow c.i. project did not erase his humanity#for whatever reason cyrax must meant a lot to him otherwise this obssession makes little sense?
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mr okudera’s exposé was nonsense and heres why
*spoilers for frozen roar/hunting storyline in y5 obviously*
edit: this.. may not be worth reading, i really gave up at the end and you can tell. this is a thornier issue than i thought and i didnt achieve anywhere near the clarity i aim to have on my meta posts. be warned.
heres what mr okduera (whom i will henceforth call sato, for clarity) says about the attack by yama-oroshi:
it’s pretty simple. 1. og okudera is attacked by yama-oroshi. 2. sato passes out. 3. og okudera ends up dead.
ive already talked before about the oddness of sato’s passing out, but theres a bigger question that suddenly struck me, and I think it’s an important one: why didnt either of them see yama-oroshi coming?
it was a blizzard, fine. they were distracted by a very emotinally intense encounter, fine. but if the visibility was so bad that they couldnt see a massive black/brown bear from within pouncing distance, the visibility should have also been so bad that okudera wuoldnt know that sato was there and pointing the gun at him. so i ask again: why didnt either of them see yama-oroshi coming? that doesnt make sense. so whats going on?
option 1: the story sato tells in the screenshots above is inaccurate or a lie.
we can neither confirm nor deny based on the evidence we have, and we cant say anything about the motives or circumstances for the lie. if we can’t trust sato’s testimony, we know next to nothing about okduera, about sato’s relationship with okudera, and about what happened 9 years ago. i cant get interpretive traction, so let’s move on.
option 2: the story sato tells in the screenshots is accurate but missing important details.
also impossible to confirm or deny based on what we have, but lets look at a couple of models and try to understand the possibilities.
model A: yama-oroshi comes up behind okduera.
sato cant possibly have missed seeing yama-oroshi in this case, and i cant see any motive for sato to not remark on the bear, since he decided that he didnt want okduera to die. lets scratch off model A.
model B: yama-oroshi approaches from the side.
im gonna also disregard this one because i think one of them would have noticed a GIANT BEAR approaching from the side. yes, even in a blizzard. and there isnt any reasonable motive for them to collectively ignore the bear.
model C: yama-oroshi comes up behind sato.
ah. now it’s starting to make sense.
why would okudera pretend not to see the giant bear coming up behind sato? well, SATO IS POINTING A GUN AT HIM. of course this all depends on whether or not og okudera could SEE that sato was aiming the gun at him. but if he could, then he could have been lying about the bear to buy time. the whole ‘i knew you were going to kill me’ thing could also just be okudera buying time while he waits for sato to get mauled by a bear. who knows if it was true.
ok, well then how & why did yama-oroshi attack okudera if he came up behind sato?
easy. model C.i: yama-oroshi comes up behind sato on a cliff.
yama-oroshi jumps off the cliff, but instead of attacking sato (as okudera expected/hoped for), yama-oroshi goes for okduera. but he also clips sato on the way down.
alternatively, sato is untouched but seeing okduera go down sets off his vasovagal syncope.
model D (C.ii?? im getting confused..): yama-oroshi was up on a cliff, which is why neither okudera nor sato noticed him.
but theres still a problem with models C.i/D (WHATVER THEY ARE, THE ONES WITH A BEAR ON A CLIFF!!!). that is, it seems unlikely that sato would have ended up at the foot of a cliff given a) he followed okduer out of the village, meaning as the pursuer he wouldnt get cornered like that, and b) he was trained assassin and intended to kill okduera; he wouldnt LET himself get in a position like that.
model E: okudera or sato up on a cliff?
idk maybe sato could have been up on a cliff trying to snipe okudera, which would explain how okudera didnt see the bear coming, but not why sato didnt notice it until it attacked okduera (by jumping down from hte cliff)
model F idk i give up im gonna go with “the blizzard was toonabd for them to see anything they couldnt even see each other they were communicating telepathically’
ok whatever im giving up then i wanted to make this systematic but its too hard i give up
tldr; either a) in his big exposé, sato lied about what happened 9 years ago; or b) okudera was hoping that sato would get killed when yama-oroshi jumped on him from a cliff.. maybe. idk this is all very confusing. im
tldr: there are some weird confusion in mr okduera’s story about what hapepnd 9 years ago
#watch my mental state degenerate in real time#okudera#i might fix this later but probably not#sato kiyoshi#frozen roar spoilers#meta#majimeta#memecomradeoriginal#it still doesnt make sense ive spent so much enrergy thinking about it and i#thought i worked it out but nah#there went an hour of my life
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Always you
This one shot is inspired on episode 15 from Season 1 of SWAT.
Fandom: S.W.A.T
Pairing: Victor Tan x reader
Requested by: Anon
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 3.716
“What’s on the menu for today?” you asked when you saw your husband cooking when you entered the kitchen.
“Pancakes” he replied turning to see you.
“Sounds delicious” you approached and gave him a kiss on the lips hugging him from behind.
“Do you have to go early today?” he asked you while you set the table for breakfast.
“Yeah Agent DuBois wants me to join a case, it seems to be big, she’s been following these guys in three states” you informed him.
“Keep safe” Victor said to you placing the pancakes on the plates.
“I always do” you replied stealing him a kiss and sitting at the table.
To say that Agent DuBois’s case was great would be a euphemism, not only she had been following these guys across three states but it was also a it was highly qualified team, they were fast, they left no traces and they used an electromagnetic pulse, they knew exactly when trucks would be at every stop so they had been nicknamed “The pits crew.” The last thing I informed her was that they were going to work together with LAPD S.W.A.T to finally catch them and the look she gave her told you everything, she knew, and was testing you.
In the last few weeks, Agent DuBois had been more than strange, it had been almost imperceptible to the others who had recently joined the Task Force but for you you had worked alongside Dubois before it was more than obvious that something was wrong and when He told her two weeks ago, DuBois had gone crazy and had taken you out of the case that he had just started, you were not sure why he was including you now but there were two reasons: that this decision was part of another chain of meaningless decisions that she was making Or that I wanted to prove you working with your husband.
You had never been to S.W.A.T H.Q before but you had heard Victor from time to time talking about the boxing ring and how enormous space was, set up so that S.W.A.T officers could train whenever they were not on the streets.
When he entered the Operating Room, he caught glances with Victor, whom he had seen less than two hours ago at breakfast, but no one knew, since he entered S.W.A.T, Victor had decided that he still did not want to tell anyone that he was with you. In part, he had bothered you because you thought he was ashamed of you, but he assured you it was very early even though it had been over three years since he had joined S.W.A.T. It bothered you, yes, but the subject hardly ever came up, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t think about it, anyway.
You heard how Captain Cortez and Sergeant Harrelson explained to the team the same thing that Agent DuBois had explained to them. You read the names on their T-shirt labels, trying to memorize their names. Agent DuBois seemed to have her mind outside the meeting because when she had to explain what happened next, Sergeant Harrelson had to point out it was her time to speak. The first step was to go for the guy who laundered the money for this band. They had gotten the clue after a Hondo C.I gave him notice of the information.
When everyone left the room, Captain Cortez approached her
“Agent (Y / L / N)?”
“Yes?” you asked her, turning to see her as you walked to the exit.
“What is your relationship with Victor Tan?”
“I’m sure you’ve read Victor’s file and that you already know the answer to that question, Captain” you answered
“Is your relationship with one of my officers going to be a problem?” she questioned, you understood where he was coming from, your relationship with Victor could not put the rest of his team in danger.
“No ma’am, no one in your unit knows, we keep a low profile” you murmured and Captain Cortez nodded
“No one will come out of my mouth I promise” she answered walking towards her office.
When you got to the suspect’s house, the FBI waited outside while SWAT cleaned the building; it was one thing to know the dangerous things that Victor did at work but it was another to be there while he did them, even though you knew he had experience and that what he was doing was like your work you couldn’t help but smile when you saw him leave the house with the suspicious husband.
“Destroying money is a federal crime, did you know that?” you asked the suspect once you had him in front
“And let’s not talk about money laundering” Agent DuBois added, standing next to you with a coffee in hand. How much coffee could that woman drink in a day?
“A lot of that money is from yesterday’s armed truck robbery,” Sergeant Kay commented.
“The serial numbers will prove it” you informed the suspect however when Sergeant Harrelson asked him if he was going to tell them about the gang that was robbing the suspect, he asked for a lawyer, but not just any lawyer, a former porn actress.
And then the day didn’t get any simpler, Sergeant Harrelson’s CI had been murdered, so they had to go inform the family, Victor had accompanied him so when he returned and disappeared through the kitchen doors you followed him silently. When you came in, he was just leaning on the counter with a bottle of water in his hands and staring at the floor.
“You’re good?” you asked, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water too.
“Yes, the mother of the man who died had dementia, the granddaughter and her father took turns taking care of her but now everything remains in her” Victor commented to you while you leaned close but keeping a safe distance in case someone suddenly entered the kitchen.
“Hopefully she will receive a suitable reward, it will not ease her pain but it will surely make the load easier” you consoled him
“I know, sometimes it’s not enough” Victor replied “The good thing is that we found the idiot in the snakeskin jacket in the casino where Hondo’s C.I was before he died”
“That is good, isn’t it?” you asked with a small smile
“Yes, he even said it was fashionable,” Victor said raising his eyebrows
“So I’m lucky you have such good taste in jackets” you joked giving him a hint before Captain Cortez entered the kitchen.
“I interrupt? I ask, looking at both of them.
“Not at all, captain, I was already leaving” Victor replied, leaving the kitchen
“I wanted to ask you if you had seen something strange in Agent DuBois’s behavior recently” asked the Captain sitting in one chair
“Yes” you replied with a sigh “She has been more than wandering the last few weeks, making meaningless decisions, forgetting things and having her head elsewhere”
“That was what I was afraid of” Cortez replied “I just confused the description of the suspect, I’m afraid he could endanger the team”
“It’s not my decision Captain but I don’t think DuBois is in her right mind to decide if you ask me” you confessed “A person like that seems harmless until she isn’t” you added before leaving the kitchen
Everything just kept getting worse. A while later Agent DuBois cornered you in the hall with such impetus she threw some of her coffee on your blouse.
“What did you say to Cortez?” she asked her with a hysterical look in her eyes
“Nothing, I said nothing” you answered raising your eyebrows at her attitude
“You’re lying, she’s been checking my work, you’re checking my work, who do you think you are, (Y / L / N)?” she asked you bringing her face closer to yours “I can report you above for working in a joint force with your husband so with the slightest mistake, you are dead” she added
“Go ahead, do it and we’ll see how it turns out” you replied as she walked away from you with a snort. Once she was away, you continued walking down the hall to Captain Cortez’s office.
“I was just about to inform you, DuBois is not happy that I have reviewed her videos” she informed you
“I know, she cornered me in the hall” you replied with a shrug, “She told me he was going to report because I was working with my husband”
Cortez raised her eyebrows, “She told me she was going to inform Commander Hicks that I had let Tan work with you, although he already knows”
“If she were in her right mind, she would never make that threat, she included me in the Taskforce, the person responsible for all this mess is her” you commented before leaving the door “I will change my blouse”
Once you got to the dressing room you started unbuttoning your blouse
“You’re good?” Victor asked entering the locker room and approaching his locker “What happened to your blouse?”
“DuBois happened” you replied sulkily “Victor this matter is getting out of hand”
“What do you mean?” He asked, turning to look at you.
“DuBois is furious because Captain Cortez questions her judgment and to be honest, so am I and she has threatened to report me” you informed him as you took off your blouse and took the replacement blouse in your hands.
“She can’t do that, can she?” Victor said staring at you
“I don’t know” you said “Anyway, what’s wrong with confessing about us? It’s not like we’re doing something wrong, we’re just married”
“I already explained it to you, this is not the time to tell the team about us” Victor replied closing his locker
“Why not Victor? Are you ashamed of me, you don’t want your team to know that we are marry? We have been married for over 10 years” you asked, frowning at him and beginning to feel anger taking over your body.
“No, I would never be ashamed of you but Annie, Deacon’s wife had a stroke recently, and the team is still shaky” Victor excused himself scratching his head.
“And the three years before that? You have been in S.W.A.T for over three years Victor” you replied closing your bag and heading towards the exit “I deserve more than to be your little secret girlfriend,” you added before walking out the door.
DuBois just had to keep messing up your idea, because fighting with your husband hadn’t been enough, but she wanted to bother you.
“I want agent (Y / L / N) to take part in the operation in the field,” she informed the task force.
“No, I won’t” you replied. The anger that had formed in the dressing room with Victor was still latent and DuBois was crossing many limits.
“Sorry?” she responded by raising her eyebrows and turning to see you.
“I will not expose myself to a highly complicated field operation just because you want to prove a point, agent DuBois,” you said putting your hands on the table “You have a highly qualified team to perform this operation, that was the point of including SWAT in the task force “
“I am the one in charge of this task force, I decide so I say that you are going to go undercover in the field operation” DuBois answered between clenched teeth “And if the problem is because you are afraid to work with your husband, I’m sure Captain Cortez and I can agree” she added, raising her eyebrows and taking a sip of her coffee.
You closed your eyes and shook your head clenching your jaw “Don’t push me, agent DuBois” you answered giving her a death looking and leaving the room. You had had enough, it was time to bring this up the chain of command, however, your boss did not answer you but started preparing the report.
Captain Cortez entered the kitchen where you were writing your report “What a scene” she commented taking a sandwich from the refrigerator and walking towards you
“I am ashamed that all those people witnessed that, I should have kept calm better” you confessed
“Easy, DuBois was more than exposed trying to pressure you” Captain Cortez said sitting in front of you “The team leaves in 15 minutes, I got DuBois to send you with Chris, Street, and Deacon, Tan, and Hondo will go by truck with Luca”
“Perfect” you answered, getting up “I’ll go get ready”
“(Y / N)” Jessica called you “I’m sorry but Hondo is already asking questions, I must tell him” to which you just shrugged and went to the locker room.
While they were preparing the route of the trucks, Victor gave you some glances. You were beyond furious. The point of keeping a low profile regarding your marriage was to avoid the problems at work, not to add them. To this was added the fact that after over three years on the team, he never revealed to his colleagues she was married.
“Ready?” asked Deacon approaching you.
“Yes” you answered placing yourself in the driver’s seat, the four of you would be closely following the route of the armored truck and ready to act when the situation requires it. Once you started the truck, Street who was sitting next to you couldn’t help himself.
“What was Agent DuBois referring to when she said you were scared to work with your husband?” asked Street “The last time I checked I wasn’t married, Deacon certainly is and Hondo I suspect, has a girlfriend so ...”. “
“So you’re a detective too?” you asked him looking at the earpiece “I’m not scared of anything, to begin with, DuBois is just trying to prove that she has control over the operation which she never had” you added stopping as the truck made the first delivery
“C’mon” Chris said in the back seat, “Why it had to be so secret?” wonder curiously
“We keep the information out of the file, only available to our superiors to avoid leaks, I do a lot of undercover work and Victor used to do it too when he was in Vices and when he joined SWAT, it just seemed the right thing to do, at least he believes it that way“ you explained restarting the vehicle.
“I told Annie that it couldn’t be Tan the one piciking the children’s gifts, they were just too good” Deacon commented.
“That’s me, Victor could never choose gifts for children” you replied to Deacon rolling your eyes
“I can’t believe it, how long have you been married?” Street asked, still surprised by that little piece of information.
“This year is going to be 11 years” you replied while he raised his eyebrows
“11 years? Do you mean Tan was married when he entered S.W.A.T?” Chris asked in a surprised voice, “why never told us?”
“There is a detour” Luca said through the intercom
“There shouldn’t be a detour there” DuBois said and rambled on how it was not a real detour but that the crew had placed it there and that they had to intercept them at the airport which led directly to a traffic jam.
“This is not today’s schedule! You’re looking at the wrong day!” You heard how the Captain said to DuBois. Luca asked what they should do and when Agent DuBois hesitated, he heard Cortez’s voice again “Luca, I’m Captain Cortez, precede the stop”
“I give the orders here, Captain” Agent Cortez yelled at him.
“We don’t have time for this. From now on, I give the orders so you can collaborate or you can stay out of my way” Cortez replied.
“My God” said Street, listening to everything.
Luca continued to the stop, but immediately he realized that the gang members were there and the electromagnetic pulse turned off the truck. The girl left with the money and Luca was left in a cross confrontation with the thieves. Victor and Hondo were stuck in the back of the truck with the thieves in command of the truck with the driver as a hostage.
“Deacon, status”
“We’re three minutes away captain” Deacon informed him as you could feel your heart beating hard in your chest, no matter how much you knew Victor was trained for those situations, you still felt like your heart hung by a thread like that. As you approached the truck you saw how Sergeant Harrelson was holding on to the roof so as not to fall, the truck sped up as you approached him until you could catch up with him, you warned the others to hold on and rammed him with your side of the truck until the third attempt it swerved and hit some cars that were parked.
“Get out of the truck” you yelled at the thieves as they got into position.
“Out of the truck” Street shouted again when he saw that they did not go down, you saw smoke inside the cabin, Victor’s trick had worked. One thief threw himself to the ground, and the other took the truck driver hostage, but when Hondo yelled at him from the roof to surrender he simply put his gun on the ground, out of the corner of your eye you saw Victor come out of the car from behind the truck. You finished handcuffing the suspect, smiling when you saw that he was okay. The patrols arrived instantly and as soon as they ordered the chaos they were free to return to H.Q.
Victor entered the locker room where the rest of his team was once they had returned to the barracks, went over to his locker and opened it.
“So ...” Street said, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
“What do you want me to say?” Tan asked rolling his eyes “She is my wife”
“Yes, for 11 Tan years! You were married longer than I have been in the police force” Street replied.
“Do not take off years Street that you already see the wrinkles” So I answer jokingly
“That’s not the point, why keep him away from us?” Chris asked, turning to see him
“So we have no secrets on this team” Hondo replied, closing his locker.
“I know, it just seemed simpler, in Vice I was a lot undercover, she spends a lot of time undercover and we already know that leaks are more than common around here, anyone can sell information to someone else” So he explained “It was easier to protect ourselves like this, it’s not personal with you guys “
Deacon shrugged and looked at Hondo “It sounds like a valid argument to me, I would do anything to protect Annie too”
“Speaking of Annie, bring her to the next barbecue” Hondo pointed it out.
“I’ll ask her, but I don’t see why not,” Tan replied with a shrug.
“Great man” Street said, giving him a pat on the shoulder
“The actions of Captain Cortez and Agent (Y / L / N) were unprofessional and there will be consequences of spreading unfounded rumors about me,” Agent DuBois told Commander Hicks. Once everyone had returned to H.Q Agent DuBois asked to have a meeting with the three.
“I already reported to your office” replied Captain Cortez
“I raised a report directly to my superior who I imagine will communicate with yours” you added crossing your arms “My actions were not unprofessional, what you did today really exceeded all limits”
“You what?” asked agent DuBois
“And when the toxicological analysis returns positive I hope you are right, I hope there are consequences” you added frowning
“I know of people who have beaten this, Agent DuBois” ‘Cortez told her “but it’s going to take an honest look in the mirror to get started” Agent DuBois snorted and left the office
“There goes the bat” Commander Hicks said, “I’ll be on the phone all day tomorrow, do you know that?”
“Better that and not put more people in danger in the next city” Cortez replied while you nodded “Nice working with you, Agent (Y / L / N), I hope we see each other more often at the barbecues now that Tan is out to the light”
“We’ll see about that” you replied with a small smile “Nice working with you, Captain Cortez” you added before hanging your bag over your shoulder and leaving the office. You walked down the hall towards the exit, the place seemed deserted, it was almost 10 PM when you could finally leave the compound. The DuBois affair had led to several phone calls. When you got to the exit of the H.Q you saw Victor leaning against the wall.
“It took you a while” he commented when you got to his side.
“I know, Agent DuBois is going to make my life hell” you replied with a sigh.
“It was the right thing to do” Victor replied kissing your forehead “I’m sorry”
“Why exactly?” you asked raising your eyebrows.
“For having kept this a secret for so long and having it explode in your face, for having caused you to be exposed as if you were a criminal” Victor explained passing his arms around your waist.
“Are you ashamed of me?” You asked him, “Is that why you didn’t want me to meet your companions?”
“No, not at all, I’m just trying to protect you” he explained “I don’t know if I would bear that something happened to you because of me, one thing is that you take risks in your work and another thing is that my job puts you in danger”
“Honey, I know how to defend myself” you said raising your eyebrows
“I know you know, but I can’t help but want to take care of you” Victor replied hugging you while resting your head on his shoulder
“I know and I love you for that” you replied giving him a kiss on the lips
“There is a barbecue this weekend at Deacon’s house, the team wants me to take you” Victor commented as they left the headquarters holding hands
“Do you have to bring any gifts? Deacon already deduced that you are not the one who buys the gifts for the children,” you asked him with a small laugh while Victor shook his head.
#victor tan#victor tan imagine#victor tan one shot#swat cbs#swat imagine#swat imagines#s.w.a.t imagine#swat one shot#s.w.a.t one shot
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ADC’s Idoko drags Enugu PDP candidates to Supreme Court
The senatorial candidate of the African Democratic Congress (ADC) in the 2023 general election, Comrade Chika Idoko, has taken his case, seeking to disqualify all the candidates of the Peoples Democratic Party, PDP, to the Supreme Court.
This follows judgments from both the Federal High Court, Enugu, and the Court of Appeal, also sitting in Enugu, which had, in their judgments, ruled that Comrade Idoko has no locus standi to initiate the cases against the PDP candidates.
Idoko’s case against PDP began in the middle of the year 2022 when he went to court to seek the disqualification of all the PDP candidates in the election, for alleged violation of the Electoral Act in the conduct of the party’s primary elections.
Idoko, who dragged the PDP and its candidates, alongside the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC) to court, claimed that the PDP primary elections were in contravention of Section 77 of the Electoral Act, 2022, and should thus be voided, adding that the party should be punished in line with extant provisions of Section 84 of the same Act.
His argument was that the party submitted its membership register to INEC on May 6, 2022, less than 30 days before its primary elections, contrary to the provisions of the Act.
Both the high court and the appellate Court ruled against him on the grounds that he has no locus standi, because he was not a member of the PDP.
In its own case, the Court of Appeal delivered what looked like a punitive judgment when it slammed a N37 million fine against the petitioner.
But in the Notice of Appeal to the Supreme Court sighted by DAILY POST, Idoko, through his attorneys, C.I. Odo & Co, laid out three grounds of appeal, averring that the Court of Appeal erred in Law when it held that there was no breach of Section 285(8) and Section 36(1) of the Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria 1999 (As Amended).
He contended that the trial Court failed to deliver Judgement in the substantive suit pending before it after a full hearing.
Arguing on further grounds for the appeal, the lawyers stated that the lower courts failed to discharge the case expeditiously, being as it is, a pre-election matter.
“Pre-election cases are time-bound and all issues (Preliminary issues and the main issue) must be heard and determined once and for all at the Judgement stage. The trial Court breached the provisions of Section 285 (8) of 1999,” Idoko’s counsels stated in the notice of appeal.
They also reminded the Supreme Court that the lower courts also erred in law by affirming that the Appellant being an aspirant of another political party, lacked the locus standi to challenge the violation and breach of section 84(13) of the Electoral Act 2022 by the 1 Respondent (INEC).
On the third ground of appeal, the lawyers averred that the Court of Appeal erred in law when they awarded an excessive and punitive cost of N37,000,000.00 in favour of the 2nd – 38th Respondents against the Appellant, arguing that the judgment was in breach of Comrade Idoko’s “constitutional right of appeal and all known Laws.”
They, therefore, prayed the Supreme Court to allow the appeal and set aside the concurring Judgement of the two lower Courts on the issue of lack of locus standi of the Appellant, while also setting aside the order of the Appeal Court for the cost of N37,000,000.00 against the appellant.
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Braldey, to the fake Jackrow during the extra-long charge (for maximum power): If the Fatalis did kill him, he would’ve been incinerated or eaten while, not decapitated. Besides, knowing him, something or someone ended up doing something to invoke his desire to aid others and averted that fate anyways, and he’s a stronger lad than he thinks. (At that moment, a certain crazed mercenary sneezed, as if he was mentioned) *looks to everyone else* If you can come along and choose to do so, I feel like I’ll be piercing the barrier with this so be ready! *looks at Irida, Ratha, Emir, and Joan in particular* Irida, you and your Glaceon should stay on Ratha. (Irida, ready to leave this place: Understood!) Emir, I’ve noticed that you can fly well enough, so follow Ratha. (Emir: Aigas! (That’s a sound of confirmation) Joan, Ratha, you both know what to do. (Joan, now wearing a kite like a glider: I’m ready!)
(After Ratha roars in agreement, the extra powerful Limit Break was unleashed…and immediately pierced through the Analog Beast upon impact, dispelling the various monsters and causing it to fall apart. Bradley kept flying, soon followed by everyone who could come along and wished to at this exact moment (A.N. I’m not sure Mimic, Whank, and Mr. Drew can come along, so I’ll leave that to you), and soon was careening towards the final, now weakened barrier. Soon, he was basically ramming into it. In the merged universes, a crack in the sky started to form, a distinct orange color. All paused to look at it, even the crystal zombies that Sam had unleashed…and soon enough…it broke, releasing an ethereal blue dragon that was followed by a few hard to see entities. Those who didn’t recognize it were in shock…but those who did recognize Dragonsong Dive realized something, to their dread for villains…and immense relief and hope for heroes. Why? The Warrior of Light…was back.)
(A.N. Let’s have a battle scenario with some characters who joined in through the Adventureverse be particularly seen…alongside Jackrow’s reaction to this)
(Note: Mimic can't really come since he's still yet to figure out how to exactly "leave" the In-between Realm, Mr. Drew can only go back to the Ink realm, and Whank actually does come along with the others!)
Molly, with Giovanni's old "Vincent Murder" outfit protecting herself and her bear hoodie: Is...Is that who I think it is?...
Ross: Told you he was tougher than anything Sam brought in his way!
Jackrow:...I'll be damned...He's actually back!...
Khan, who was blocking a bunch of gunfire with his metal door shield: Guys! I could use a little help!!...*The fight between The Crystallized Ones and a group of Savage Scavengers and C.I. was becoming more and more intense by the second*
(Meanwhile with Enchantress Pink and the others)
*While Lightshow Yellow was busy cheering up the tired Sarah Henderson (Needlemouse) and the mentally anguished Jack Walten (Bon the Rabbit)...Enchantress Pink was floating towards Martin Greywhinder in an ethereal way that oozed out malice*
Martin, while fruitlessly hoping they didn't see what he's done in the past: T-Thank you for freeing me from that awful monstrosity and stopping that strange Samuel fellow from turning all of my creations into nightmarish monsters-!
Enchantress Pink, after immediately ensnaring the wicked man in holy golden chains: SHUT. UP. *She floated directly into his face and glared directly into his rotten soul* You are guilty for murdering your entire family and all for the sake of supposedly creating the "Perfect Toy"...How do you plead?...
Martin Greywhinder:...Not guilty??....*Enchantress Pink simply stared at the man and let him go...Only to reveal that she had secretly teleported him into a closed off room where his creations were free to maim him in order to finally be set free...His ghostly wife watched as the mechanical monstrosities got closer and closer to him* No...No! Stay back!! I said stay ba-AAAACK!!!!
*They all tore him apart*
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Sarah, after Enchantress Pink returned without that vile monster of a man:...Is he gone?...
Enchantress Pink: I've given The Family the chance to finally be set free and rest...Now it's both your turns to rest as well...
Jack Walten:...Will I get to see my family again?...*She nodded...They both had finally letted go of their grief and anger...setting them and every other spirit in their respective worlds free...*
Enchantress Pink, while smiling as they both began fading away: Rest well...You all deserve it...
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Pairing: T.K. Strand/Carlos Reyes
Rated: Teen
Warnings: Past drug use and addiction, implied sexual content.
Summary: Carlos is working undercover as a drug dealer when T.K. tracks him down. Unfortunately, T.K. knows how to play the role of a junkie all too well.
Can also be read on A03.
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“You’re not supposed to be here,” Carlos whispered harshly to T.K., his eyes darting between his boyfriend and the dealer that Carlos had been talking to in the alley. He had had a C.I. reach out to him earlier in the week, saying that they were expecting a large shipment of fentanyl coming into the downtown core. When he brought the information to his sergeant, it was decided that Carlos would be the one to go undercover to make contact and to try to fish out the details of distribution.
Carlos had been nervous, but also excited about the opportunity to work undercover. After coming back from his suspension, everyone was still walking on eggshells around him. This was the chance to prove himself, to prove he was capable of wearing the badge. But now T.K. may have possibly blown the whole operation.
T.K. looked shocked at Carlos's reaction, and pulled back the hand he had reached towards Carlos. He had thought it was a little odd that Carlos hadn’t been answering his calls or texts. Taking another look around the alley and the man that Carlos had been talking to, he rapidly came to the realization that Carlos was undercover, and this was definitely not a situation he would have liked to find himself in. Mentally kicking himself for not noticing earlier, he quickly tried to cover for his error. Unfortunately, he knew how to play this role from experience.
T.K. shifted his weight back and forth, wrapping his arms around himself as if it was cold out, even though it was a hot and humid evening. “I-I’m s-sorry…” T.K. stuttered, looking at Carlos briefly, hoping that he knew he was acting, and then back down to the ground as if in embarrassment. “I just…need some more...p-please? I’ll...I’ll do anything...” T.K. added, sidling closer to Carlos, leaning in to give him a filthy kiss. He pressed himself against Carlos’s body, and took the opportunity to whisper to his boyfriend “I promise you, just trust me.”
“Pathetic junkies,” the dealer muttered, shaking his head at T.K.’s clear desperation. T.K. flinched violently at the comment, and Carlos had to resist the urge to wrap T.K. in his arms and never let him go. “Get rid of him,” the man said roughly to Carlos, wanting to wrap up their conversation and get out of there.
Carlos just nodded, grabbing T.K. by his upper arm and pulling him towards the entrance of the alley. He could feel the slight tremble in T.K.’s body and instinctively knew that that wasn’t an act. But he knew that he had to keep up his own cover. Carlos angled his body so that he could block T.K. from the dealer’s sight. “Get out of here babe. Go to your dad’s and I’ll pick you up later, okay?” His heart was breaking at the thought of T.K. going home alone and having to deal with what just happened; he hoped that T.K. would follow his suggestion of going to his father’s.
T.K. nodded, startling slightly when Carlos tucked his hand into his back pocket, realizing that Carlos was making it look like he was giving him what he had begged for earlier. All T.K. wanted was Carlos’s arms around him, to give Carlos the biggest hug ever, but knew that wouldn’t look right. Grabbing Carlos’ belt loop to pull him closer, T.K. leaned in to whisper quietly. “Be safe.” Then, he rather reluctantly pulled himself away from Carlos and walked out of the alley.
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Carlos flew into his Camaro, tires squealing as he pulled quickly out of his parking spot and headed in the direction of Captain Strand’s house. The whole evening had taken longer than he had hoped, and now it was just after 2AM. He had been able to send a few texts to both Strands but hadn't received any responses.
After T.K. left, Carlos had to put up with several crude comments about the way he conducted business with his clients. He was surprised at his own restraint, not even saying a word in T.K.’s defense when the dealer commented that T.K. must be good on his knees with a knowing wink.
But Carlos knew that he needed to get through this conversation to get back to T.K., and that was his focus. It wasn't until the drive home that all those comments started to echo in his head. Carlos knew rationally that T.K. must have found himself in similar situations back when he was using, purchasing his drug of choice from a dealer in some back alleyway. But seeing the man he loved act it out, even though Carlos knew that T.K. had been faking it, was leaving a heavy, awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. Carlos also hadn't thought about any of the details...like how TK. might have paid for them. Pulling into the driveway, Carlos mentally pushed those thoughts out of his head. It didn't matter anyways. He didn't blame T.K. for his past substance abuse. All that mattered was that T.K. was safe.
Knocking on the door quietly as to not wake the neighbours, Carlos nodded to Captain Strand as he opened the door. "Is he alright?" Carlos asked quietly, looking over to where T.K. was sitting on the couch. T.K. was holding a throw pillow tight to his chest, staring blankly at the TV.
“I don’t think so,” Owen replied, shaking his head sadly. “He wouldn’t say anything when he stopped by,” he commented, looking curiously at Carlos. Owen’s happiness at seeing his son at the door had quickly been dashed by the look on his face earlier that evening. But Owen couldn’t even get two words out of T.K., his son simply collapsed on the couch and refused to speak.
Carlos hung his head. “T.K. ran into me when I was working undercover,” Carlos explained, figuring that the Captain deserved some explanation. “As a dealer,” Carlos added, sensing the Captain’s confusion but not wanting to go into any further details. Seeing Captain Strand nod in understanding, Carlos took a deep breath and walked into the living room, sitting next to his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry that you had to go through that T.K.,” Carlos apologized, resting his hand gently on T.K.’s knee. He should have given T.K. some sort of heads up about what he was being brought into, called him, sent him a text, something.
T.K. shook his head, still not looking at Carlos. “It’s not your fault Carlos,” he said quietly, clenching the pillow tighter, trying to push away the memories that were racing through his mind. He sat like that for a few more minutes until finally he shifted closer to Carlos, tipping into his waiting arms.
T.K. glanced over to where his father had been standing, glad to see that he had left to give them some privacy. “I...want you to know...that I’ve never...never done that to get drugs,” T.K. stuttered, tears starting to fall again. He kept going over the interaction that had taken place that night in the alley, concerned that Carlos thought that’s how he used to score. “Don’t get me wrong, I definitely slept with guys that gave me drugs, but it wasn’t as payment,” T.K. blurted out, cringing at what he just shared. “I just...had to find a way to get close to you…” he mumbled, closing his eyes and hiding his face against Carlos’s chest.
“Oh, T.K.,” Carlos said sadly, rubbing his hand up and down T.K.’s back, thinking carefully about what he wanted to say next. “You know, I wouldn’t think any less of you if you did? You are so strong babe, and I was so proud of how you handled yourself in that situation.” Carlos said honestly, tightening his arms around his boyfriend. “Come home with me?” Carlos added, wanting nothing but to fall asleep with T.K. in his arms.
“Take me home, babe,” T.K. replied quietly, his face still tucked into Carlos’s chest. Not wanting to lose contact with Carlos, he untucked a hand to give his father a small wave as they headed out to the Camaro, the rest of him still wrapped around Carlos. He would be fine, eventually. It might just take some time.
#tarlos#T.K. Strand/Carlos Reyes#fanfic#undercover#past drug abuse#sorrynotsorry#Supportive Boyfriends#911 lone star
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Jealous
Kevin starts to get jealous of your bond with Adam
When your phone vibrated on the nightstand you let out a groan pulling the blanket up over your head. “Babe you gonna get that?” Kevin asked voice full of sleep from behind you. “No” you practically growled turning over to bury your face in his bare chest in hopes of getting more sleep.
He chuckled looking down to see you were already back asleep and leaned over to grab your phone just in case it was Voight but saw it was a text from Adam. He didn’t want to pry into your phone because your business was your own he trusted you, especially with the boys from the unit so he went to lay it back but it buzzed with another text so he clicked on it and saw it read “Can you meet me for breakfast?”
Now that perked his interest just for the simple fact he knew Adam had taken you for lunch twice this week already. He knew the two of you were close but given the fact that you’d eaten lunch less with him this week and that Adam’s relationship with Kim was currently on the rocks it caused a twinge of jealousy to nip at the back of his mind but you nudging closer to him even in your sleep made those feelings quickly diminish. He laid your phone down and glanced at the clock seeing there was still another half hour before the alarm would go off so he laid his head back down next to yours.
—-
When the alarm did go off you let out a whine when Kevin pulled out of your grip which of course caused a laugh from him. “Come on beautiful. We gotta get up” you opened one eye and watched him walking into the closet and let out a low whistle. “Looking good there Atwater” you could hear his laugh as you finally drug yourself up out the bed.
When he came back out with clothes in hand you were sitting on the side of the bed in your jeans and bra with a shirt in your hand as you texted on your phone.
“Something wrong?” He asked laying his clothes down so he could start getting dressed. You shook your head and laid your phone down so you could finish getting ready “Naw that text was from Ruzek asking if I could meet him for breakfast but considering I wanted to sleep later I asked if he wanted to talk at lunch time”
“Again?” Kevin mumbled under his breath. “What you say baby?” You asked with a smile and he shook his head “nothing just Adam needs to leave some of your time for the rest of us”
His smile made it seem more joking so you laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips “Don’t worry baby I still have plenty of time for you”
—-
The first half of the day everything was business as usual. Voight sent you with Erin to talk to a few of your c.i.’s so that meant you were out the office most of the morning.
When the two of you made it back to the precinct you headed straight into Voights office to relay what information you’d gathered.
—-
A tip came in a little before noon that the dealer the unit was after was making a move. “Suit up and lets roll out” Voight barked heading down to roll up.
Kevin was helping Jay double check weapons and when he looked up saw Adam adjusting your vest and felt that same twinge of jealousy nip at him. It shouldn’t matter. Everyone double checked everyone’s vest but for some reason seeing Adam so comfortable touching you was bothering him and he didn’t know why.
Adam was his friend. One of his best friends and he trusted him with his life but over the last two weeks you’d been spending alot of your free time with Adam and that made his mind go places he didn’t want it to.
“Kev you good man?” Mouse asked bringing him back to reality as he handed him a comm. “Yea man I’m good”
—-
The takedown went smoothly enough. Only a few shots were fired and all of the unit made it out unscathed.
Once the interrogations were done, charges pressed and reports filed everyone was glad to call it a day.
—-
Kevin watched you as you walked over to Adam’s desk and sat on the edge of it to talk to him and once again felt that nip but Jay called his name and that pulled his attention.
He looked up in enough time to see you hugging Adam with a smile on your face and had to stop himself from throwing a punch.
—-
You walked back over to Kevin not noticing the annoyed look he was struggling so hard to swallow down. He didn’t want to think that about you or Adam but body language was throwing him off seriously.
“You ready to go baby?” You asked sitting in his lap despite the wolf whistle from Erin. “You ain’t got nothing else to do?” He asked cutting his eyes at Adam who was wishing everyone a good night before heading to the stairs. “Nope I’m all yours” you answered and could’ve sworn you heard him say something along the lines of it being about time but you brushed it off and stood grabbing his hand before telling everyone goodnight.
—-
On the drive home Kevin’s anger at the possibility of something going on between you and Adam gave way to a sense of insecurity. Adam made you smile in the way that the corners of your eyes crinkled up, even on your worse days he’d say something stupid and pull a laugh of out you.
Maybe he hadn’t been paying enough attention to you? Maybe he had slipped in some way to lead you to find what you weren’t getting from him in Adam?
He knew you and Adam were close friends before he ever asked you out but damn Adam had been the one that helped to push the two of you together. Why would he want to come between what he’d helped to create?
—-
By the time you pulled up to his place you’d called Kevin’s name three times without him answering “huh?” He finally said and you shook your head “I said are you still flying out to see the kids next month?”
He half smiled “Yea. Why?” “I wanted to come with you. I miss them too and I’ve got a few vacation days they’re gonna make me take soon anyways”
“Yea that sounds good to me” he said with a smile.
The two of you headed for the door and you wondered where his mind seemed to be. All day he’d been a bit out of it expect when the unit was busting up those dealers. You were starting to worry about him.
—-
He was being paranoid. That had to be it. After all you were with him because you wanted to be and hell Adam never beat around the bush when it came to flirting.
He followed you up to the door and was about to follow you in when your phone started ringing. You glanced down and smiled “Give me one sec baby. That’s Ruzek” the smile that had worked onto his face dropped when you stepped back out onto the porch to finish the call.
—-
After hanging up with Adam you walked inside to find Kevin sitting on the edge of the couch drinking a beer “did you get me one?” You asked to get his attention but when he looked up you saw the distraught look on his face and his brother and sister were the first thing that popped into your head.
You dropped the teasing and rushed to him “Baby are the kids ok?”
“They’re fine” those two words calmed your heart from beating out your chest but you were still worried as to why your boyfriend looked so miserable.
“Then what’s wrong?” You asked sitting next to him and placing one hand on his leg. He looked down at your hand before covering it with his own “Can I ask you something and you tell me the truth?”
“Of course” you answered not taking your eyes off his. “Is there something going on between you and Adam?”
—-
You snatched your hand away from him like it was burnt “excuse me?”
He shrugged as if he hadn’t just accused you of cheating on him with a mutual good friend of both of yours.
“You and him have gotten awful close since him and Kim have hit their rocky patch”
You couldn’t believe your ears. You stood up and stared at him. “You know what maybe I’ll just go stay at my place tonight”
—-
Before you got to the door you felt Kevin’s hands on your waist “Baby wait”
You snatched away from him and spun around to face him. When he saw the tears in your eyes he knew he was wrong “If you want to know Kevin. I’ve been helping him get Kim back!”
“What?” He questioned taking a step back. You dug your phone out your jacket and pulled it up to the photos Adam had sent you of him, Kim, Her mom and his dad at a justice of the peace “They got married after work in a small ceremony”
—-
He flipped through the photos and felt a joy for both his friends but then the sinking guilt hit him.
“Sweetheart. I am so sorry” he tried to pull you into a hug but you snatched away “no Kev you don’t just say I’m sorry. First of all Adam is your boy. He loves you man. He’d never come at me like that. And even if Adam wasn’t who he is I am in love with you. That means I don’t want anyone else”
He froze when the words left your mouth “you love me?”
“Yes I love you!” You answered and a smile quickly spread across his face as he pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry I ever thought that baby. I love you too and I’ve known how I feel for a while but didn’t know how to tell you then the thought of losing you was driving me crazy”
You pulled back from the hug long enough to lean up on your tip toes and press a kiss to his lips “I’ll forgive you this time”
A giggle escaped your lips when he lifted you up off the floor hands securely under your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist “what you mean this time? Baby girl there won’t ever be another time. I can promise you that”
#chicago pd fanfiction#chicago pd fic#kevin atwater drabble#kevin atwater x reader#one chicago fanfic
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Javier Peña and the Brown-Nosed Bear
Fandom: Narcos
Category: Gen, Humour, Crack
Relationships: Javier Peña & Steve Murphy
Characters: Javier Peña, Steve Murphy
Word Count: 1,900+
For: @djarsdin and @javierian.
Warnings: Swearing, drug mentions, crack (as in a silly idea) treated far too seriously, period inaccuracies, food, McDonald’s.
Summary: Javier Peña is not having a good day so Steve Murphy brings him a McDonald’s Happy Meal to cheer him up.
Notes: This makes no sense. The Happy Meal menu is from the UK in 2021, the toys are from 2018 and the boys are in the 1980s. But just go with it, for me, pretty please?
This, all of this, was inspired by @djarsdin’s tag “someone get this man a happy meal” under this already dryly funny post by @javierian. This is for both of you. :)
Any Spanish is from Google Translate so please forgive me if it’s wrong.
(One-shot.)
Javier Peña and the Brown-Nosed Bear
Javier is staring blankly down at a page, cigarette hanging loosely from one hand as he cups his chin with the other. The typewritten words are blurring and he’s read the same paragraph countless times now, in limbo, unable to get any further.
A small red box, having evidently just been thrown in his direction, lands with a soft thud right under his nose. Javi jerks back with a start, blurry black and white suddenly replaced with bright red and… yellow? Javi blinks, his tired eyes finally focus — it’s a McDonald’s Happy Meal.
“There,” says Steve, “now cheer the fuck up.”
He sets two soda cups down safely on the desk and throws himself down onto his chair with enough force to send it rolling backwards a few feet. Identical Happy Meal box cradled lovingly on his lap, he rolls the chair forwards with his feet until he’s close enough to his desk again to put his boots up on it.
Looking over, Steve nods meaningfully at Javi’s paperwork.
Javi follows his gaze. “Shit.”
Javi’s half cigarette has been dropping flakes of ash onto his page. He swipes the tiny flakes away with the side of his hand — when only faint grey stains remain on the crisp white paper, he rests the still lit cigarette on the rim of the ashtray and leaves it sitting there, hazy wisps of smoke rising into the air.
“You look like shit,” Steve comments needlessly around a huge bite of a chicken burger.
Javi grimaces, rubbing at his tired eyes. He feels like shit, he doesn’t need to be told, thank you, he wants to say. Instead, he says aloud, “How’d things go with your C.I.?”
Chewing noisily, Steve shrugs. “No shop talk over dinner. I’ll tell you later. Eat up.”
With a pointed look, Javi sets the paperwork aside. Perhaps he will try to finish it again later, perhaps tomorrow, or even better still it may find itself in Steve’s annoyingly sparse inbox.
Opening the red and yellow box, Javi finds a bag of fries and a box of chicken nuggets. He hadn’t realised how hungry he was — as soon as the scent of fried fast food hits his nostrils his mouth starts to water. He glances at the clock — well after four in the afternoon. Last time he had checked it was just before one.
“Oh — almost forgot.” Steve plunges his hand into his jacket pocket. First he places a tiny tub of ketchup on Javi’s side of their desk, then a wad of napkins an inch thick.
“Your kid joining us?” Javi asks, meaning the excessive collection of napkins, but concentrating on pulling the lid off the ketchup dip.
Steve, halfway through his chicken burger already, adopts an enigmatic expression. “I’ve learned to be prepared.”
Javi is absolutely ravenous — the chicken nuggets and fries after almost a day’s unintended fasting are heavenly.
They both eat in companionable silence until—
Crunch!
Javi looks up from his food, takes a moment to register what’s in front of his eyes. “What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a carrot stick.”
“What’s it doing in a kid’s meal?” Javi asks, and then, more to himself, “Why am I eating a kid’s meal?”
“One — it’s healthy. Connie and I are watching what we eat right now and trying to keep in shape.” Javi can think of other ways two married people could keep in shape, but hasn’t the chance to voice his opinion as Steve carries on, “Two — shut up, it’s tasty, ain’t it? And three — I thought it might cheer you up, you’ve been a real downer today.” He doesn’t use a finger to emphasise each point, rather a wiggle of a carrot stick with the end bitten off. Javi decides instantly that he doesn’t like that.
“I’m touched,” he says dryly, dipping a fry in his sauce. He really is touched by the kind thought from his partner, but the kind thought is wrapped in so many layers of hillbilly bullshit that it’s hard to find the words to express that. He leaves his gratitude unsaid, veers the conversation away. “How did you order all this, anyways? Your Spanish isn’t that good.”
Steve appears offended, which Javi knows to mean that he isn’t offended at all. “Hey, I know the words for ‘drug dealer’ and ‘cocaine’ and ‘gun’.”
Javi peers into his red and yellow box — only a plastic bag with something black inside remains. “I don’t see any cocaine in here,” Javi mutters under his breath, deliberately loud enough to be heard.
“These carrot sticks are better than coke, believe me,” Steve says, shoving another piece of carrot into his mouth with a triumphant grin as if that proved it.
Javi shakes his head, sips on his soda. “Lying bastard.”
Steve’s expression gives nothing away.
“I just pointed at what I wanted. Took me a few attempts but I got there in the end. How do you say carrot sticks in Spanish? Just, you know, for future reference.”
“Palo de mierda,” Javi tells him with a straight face, without hesitation.
“What?”
“Palo de mierda,” Javi says again, unrepentant — he holds in a breath, hoping that Steve doesn’t catch on. He needn’t have worried.
Steve repeats it a few times, committing the phrase to memory. Javi stuffs a whole chicken nugget in his mouth before he can laugh.
They lapse into silence again — or as silent as it can be when one of them is crunching on raw carrots.
Chicken burger and carrot sticks finished, Steve wipes mayo off of his moustache with a napkin. A few minutes later when Javi reaches for a napkin from the pile as well, Steve looks very pleased with himself.
Javi starts tidying up, collecting the leftover rubbish from his desk and putting it inside his red box. Only his soda remains to be finished.
“Nice,” Steve says and Javi looks up — he’s got a little stuffed penguin toy in a plastic bag. “My little girl’s gonna love this.”
Javi reaches into his box and pulls out a bag too — it’s a black thing with a brown nose and tummy, some kind of stuffed animal he doesn’t recognise. He turns it over — there’s a card inside.
SLOTH BEAR, it reads.
“Here you go,” Javi says, lifting himself out of his chair to reach across their desk made out of two desks. He holds out the sloth bear in its plastic bag for Steve to take — but Steve doesn’t make a move, just stares at Javi like he’s sprouted an extra head that’s just told him the sky isn’t blue. Catching his look, Javi asks, “What? It’s for your kid.”
“No, no, man, that’s yours,” Steve says, shaking his head along with every ‘no’.
Javi doesn't retreat, just shakes his outstretched hand as if to tempt him — the little bear in the bag jumps up and down and the plastic crinkles noisily with the movement. (Javi hasn’t thought of the Serpent tempting Eve in the Garden of Eden for a long time.)
After a few moments of them staring stubbornly at each other, bear in a bag suspended between them, Javi falls back into his chair with a huff. He looks down at the bear in his hands. “What am I going to do with this?”
Steve rolls his eyes and lifts up his hand, fingers wiggling to beckon Javi — or the bear — to him.
He gets the bear — it flies across the desk and slaps him on the cheek with some force, bouncing off of him and to the ground. Steve bends over in his chair and it rolls back slightly as he strains to reach the bear where it has landed. He straightens, the bear clenched securely in his fist, and fixes Javi with an outraged look. “What the hell?”
Javi takes a drag of his half-finished cigarette, blows out the smoke. “It’s a tiny stuffed animal, Steve, it can’t feel a thing.”
“He’s got a brown nose.”
“He?” Javi mutters to himself, but is talked over.
“He’s got a brown nose, d’you know what that means?” Steve points at the bear’s pale brown muzzle, just in case Javi hasn’t noticed — he has noticed, he just doesn’t see why the hell he should care.
Steve’s expecting an answer — Javi rolls his eyes, feebly attempts, “He — it — has been using a sun bed wrong?”
“No, it means he’s your mascot,” Steve declares with childlike glee.
Javi blinks in the face of Steve’s unaccountable delight. “You’re losing it, Murphy.”
“He is. Think about it — how much brown-nosing do you and me have to do on a weekly basis? It’s a fuckton. I can handle it fine because I am calm and collected and an excellent people person — but you? You look like you’re constipated the whole time — quit flipping me the bird, man, I’m serious here — and the big cheeses know it, Javi, they’ll start taking a real dislike to you. But this bear is an expert, look at him, it’s all over his face. You take inspiration from him and he’ll show you how to brown-nose like the best of them.”
Steve holds out the bear in the bag for Javi to take. The three of them stare at each other — Steve with a look of ridiculous seriousness, Javi with straight-up disbelief, and the bear with the blank expression of the fucking inanimate.
“Kiss my ass,” Javi says, and in one swift and graceful movement he’s out of his chair and heading for the restroom. His knees protest after sitting for most of the day but he’s not fucking stopping. He has to get away from this maniac. “I’m going for a piss,” he throws over his shoulder as he disappears into the corridor.
When he returns several minutes later Steve is gone — but the brown-nosed bear is unwrapped from its plastic bag and nestled in between his outbox and his pen pot.
Javi sighs, but the bear stays.
TWO DAYS LATER
“Ambassador Noonan wants to see us about my C.I.,” Steve tells Javi, almost apologetic, as he puts the phone back on the hook.
“Both of us? Great,” Javi says, the final word sounding chipper but dripping with sarcasm.
They both head for their desks, collecting I.D. badges from drawers and putting their coats on. Steve fiddles with his hair — which makes very little difference, Javi thinks — and picks up his car keys. “I’ll drive,” he says, and goes on ahead.
The brown-nosed bear catches Javi’s eye as he turns to leave. He pauses despite himself, mutters, “Fuck it.”
He puts the bear in his pocket and follows Steve out of the building.
In the meeting, every time Noonan says something that will needlessly halt their progress in catching Escobar, Javi squeezes the bear hidden in his pocket and tries to look less ‘constipated’, as Steve succinctly put it.
Steve’s C.I. will get them a small step closer to Escobar but a small step is better than none at all. Noonan is pleased, grants them some extra funds and manpower to follow the C.I.’s lead. In all, the meeting goes much better than usual — they leave with more than they arrived with.
Javi and Steve are descending the stairs to the underground parking lot together when Javi says, “Palo de zanahoria.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Palo de zanahoria. Carrot sticks. In Spanish.”
#narcos#javier peña#javier pena#steve murphy#narcos netflix#mcdonalds#djarsdin#userjoanne#javierian#*mine#*fanfic#javierian we have never interacted i don't think but please accept this crackfic for you <3#i'll hopefully post this to my ao3 too
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