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lil-tokyo-42 · 4 months

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Ben Hit You?!

This is inspired by a random TikTok by Best of Desi.

Context: THIS IS BEFORE JESSICA IS PREGNANT, Reader is Jessica Drew's Sister that Miguel has a crush on, Lyla keeps teasing him about it too.

-You we're sitting a top of his desk in his so called "office", watching him run his fingers over the sunlight yellow holographic screens that displayed the different cameras around the Spider Society. He never really talked that much with you no matter how many times you've hung out with him in his office like this.

-Apparently something urgent had came up and he had to have Jessica come with him, both of you got ready and waited at an unknown earth for Jess. After waiting for about 6 or 7 minutes, a portal opened with Jessica on her motorcycle as she stopped right in front of you and Miguel. Her shades having an unusual darker tint to them.

-"Hey Jess, you got sum new shades?!" You said walking closer to her as she look hesitant, Miguel was used to hearing your loud voice. "𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦. 𝘠'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸... ?" Miguel picked up her shaky voice. "Now you know I gotta try 'em onnn...." Your voice slowly faded as you took of her shades gently, revealing a bruise under her eye as she pleaded for you to not take them off but it was too late. "What the hell wrong wit yo damn eye?" Miguel also had a look of surprise on his face that was covered by his holographic suit. "𝘠-𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭-" "I don't wanna hear that bullshit ain't no wall did that shit, what the hell wrong with yo eye?!" You cut her off, a wave of rage now starting to flood your other emotions. Miguel could clearly sense that. "𝐘/𝐍, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧." He said in a somewhat soothing tone. "I ain't calmin' down till she give me a fuckin' answer!" You retaliated as Jess finally spoke up. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥." Your rage finally hit its peak, you and Ben never really got along since you came to HQ and hearing this made you want to kill him...literally. "So you tellin' me Ben put his fucking hands on you?!!"

-Jessica was still hesitant to agree since she knew you had a worse temper than Miguel himself. "𝘠-𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪-" Her and Miguel's eyes went as wide as they could once they saw you pull out a small knife from some pocket in your spider suit, seeing Miguel's eyes wide under his suit was the funniest thing you could've seen all day. "SO YOU TELLIN' ME, BEN. PUT. HIS. HANDS. ON. YOU?!" They watched you pace around on the soil dirt ground. "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞-" Miguel asked with much concern.

-"Don't worry bout where I got the goddamn knife from!" You said in a tone that surely made his aroused, you could see his arousal too. "𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚'𝐚𝐦..." He says, giving up on trying to console you into calming down.

-"𝘠𝘦𝘢 𝘩-𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦-" Jessica admits for the second or third time. "Shit look like Mike Tyson done knocked yo ass out! Now I gotta go and shank the shit outta him!" You yelled again. "𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥!" Miguel argues and grips your arm. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT NO JAIL!" You argue back and it makes him stunned, he really had the urge to let you make him your bitch. "DO IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A DAMN. ABOUT. JAIL?" You said waving the knife around, making him back up as Jessica rubbed her temples like this was giving her a headache, it probably was.

-"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" You pull away from his arm as he watches in shock and awe at you and your (Braids,locks,curls, twists, or any other type hair) flow through the angry wind. "I'LL SHANK A MOTHA FUCKA."

-In the end you ended up having to be held back by Miguel while Jessica kept Ben far away from you for the next 3 weeks.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

#im tired #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #jessica drew #ben riley #miguel o'hara x black reader

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mudaship39 · 1 year

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Tsalagi Characters of my BIPOC and QTIPOC Futurism Project

Tayanita Castillo. She is a Latine Mexican and Cherokee or Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color. She is from the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. She is a partner and spouse of the Asian Pasifika and Afro latine Native main character.

Techno or Rogue (Valeria Nadia Torres Garcia). Her Indigenous name is Tsistunagiska which means wild rose. She is a Latinx Mexican and Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color. One of the main supporting characters. She is a member of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. She is from the Wolf Clan. She practices Indigenous spirituality. She has 3B or 3C type hair. She has curly hair. She has brown hair. Some of her hair is dyed lime green. She has brown eyes. She has sepia skin tone. She is lean and has an athletic build. She speaks Tsalagi and Spanish. She is a polyamorous nonbinary bigender bisexual. She is Catholic. She is a bionic and cyborg. She speaks English, Tslagi, & Spanish. She has an eastern diamondback snake tattoo. She wears beaded earrings. She wears a hair wrap. She has a finger weave belt. She wears a shawl. She is neurodivergent. She has hyperlexia. She is a Taurus water rooster. She is a bionic and cyborg by choice as a transhuman. Implanted into her body is biotechnology and nanotechnology such as nanites and bionic and cyberware enhancements that lets her control technology and electricity. She has ports implanted into her body at her wrists and hands that allow her to hack technology. Implanted into her body is also cyberware and bioware implants that lets her attend cyberspace. She does this using a brain-computer interface. She has ports implanted into her body at her upper shoulders that allow a direct connection between the brain and virtual reality. She mainly works as a hacker from her hacker cave at her home built behind a false wall. On the run she works as a hacker at underground hacker hideouts across the cosmos that is built by her hacker legion or hacker collective that act as her safe houses. She goes online using an online alias as a pseudonym. She never uses her real name as a wanted outlaw as a hacker. The external ports are mostly used for high bandwidth and more secure connections with wireless connection. One person who she lets interface with her futuristic form of connection between bionic and cybernetic partners is her wife Amelia Himmat Mishra the Afro Asian Black British and South Asian Desi Indian woman of color who is also a bionic and cyborg. She wears industrial earrings. She has holographic geometric tattoos that light up gold on her arms. Her superhero and antihero costume is a one piece jumpsuit. Her jumpsuit can change color with adaptive camouflage technology. She used it for espionage and spy missions. She uses it to evade her enemies as a hacker and to evade her enemies as a superhero and antihero. She was a former operative who was a spy, double agent, & informant for the Space Rebel Army. She is a rebel. She as a hacker and activist, was a criminal in the eyes of the Earth government and Terran Confederation government. Valeria was part of a hacker collective Splinter. She was leader of a legion of hackers who worked for Young Radicals and Winds of Change. She is a hacker whose work with the Winds of Change helped combat the tyranny of Earth and the Terran Confederation. So she tends to lay low by working as a repair woman. She repairs hard light technology. Valeria Nadia Torres Garcias as Rouge is someone who is wanted by the Earth government and Terran Dominion for being a hacker for the Young Radicals or Winds of Change. She is also someone who is wanted as an operative who was an informant, double agent, & spy for the Space Rebel Army. So she is stateless or someone without a nationality as a result of the revolution and as a repercussion of her helping with the insurrection and rebellion against the Earth and Terran Confederation to take them out of power. They told her if she returned to the Cherokee nation of her home she would be captured and placed in a maximum security prison in a black site planet or assassinated by black ops and spec ops super soldiers of the Terran Dominion regime. It’s why she hasn’t been home in a long time since she was forcibly displaced diaspora. After the creation of the Federation that composed of the now independent and sovereign Sol, Vega, & Polaris Systems she was allowed to return home by the new intergalactic government of this cosmic alliance after the fall of Earth and the Terran Dominion. She has electroshock gauntlets for close quarters combat. She is the wife of Maysa Nabila Uzun, Chun Hei Kim, Zhou Zhen, & Amelia Himmat Mishra. She is now the hacker of the Elites and the Paragons. She is a technopath that can control any form of technology. She has power over technology. She has electronic empathy. She also has power over electricity. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons.

Cheng Na is an Asian Native. She has an Indigenous name of Degotoga which means standing together and Atagulkalu/Attakullkulla which means pitched trees or leaning wood. She has the nickname of Wanigei. Cheng Na is East Asian Chinese and Cherokee or Tsalagi Indigenous. They are an Asian Native. They are from the deer clan. They are from the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians. They are 5’3.” They have black hair. They are slim with a little thickness in their hips. They are 110 pounds. They are nonbinary genderfluid pansexual. They are polyamorous. They use they/them and xer/xers pronouns. They wear beaded earrings. She wears a tear dress regalia. She wears beaded regalia sets. They have a holographic tattoo of a qinlin. They speak English, Chinese, & Tsalagi. They are neurodivergent. They have ocd. They are a tribal council member of the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians. They are a tribal representative for the BIPOC superhero conglomerates the Elites and Paragons to the Indigenous communities. They are displaced disconnected diaspora seeking reconnection. They are living off-world. They are trying to piece together their history which entails a journey to visit Earth. They have regalia which are sacred select items they were able to preserve from their ancestors. Some of which they may not fully understand the full meaning/purpose/cultural significance of until they have made progress in reconnecting with cultural identity and connecting with community. It is how they met their best friend, later partner and now spouse Black Native Angela Robinson. They live with Angela in Midnight City. They are a Capricorn metal horse. They are a Native woc ex of the queer and trans main character Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. Together they have a son Atohi Na. Her son is now a preteen. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons.

Tayanita Castillo. She is a Afro Latine Mexican and Cherokee or Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color. She is from the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. She is a partner and spouse of the Asian Pasifika and Afro latine Native main character.

Inola Waters or Sasa is a Black Cherokee Native character. Unlike Angela they are not a Cherokee Freedman. As some Black Tsalagi are through bloodlines while others are adopted in. She is of the bird clan. She is from the Eastern Band. She is a cis female. She is polyamorous. She is 5’10.” She is toned. She is 145 pounds. She has a golden brown skin tone. She has black locs with a patch of few various colored locs that are reddish, blond, & light brown. She has dark brown eyes.

Onacona Allen is a male white native Tsalagi character. He is cishet. He is abled bodied. He is allistic. He is neurotypical. He has blue eyes. He has blonde hair. He is part of one of the so called civilized tribes of Cherokee, Choctaw, Seminole, Creek or Chickasaw. Both his Native ancestors and his settler colonizer ancestors owned slaves. He is from the Cherokee Nation. He is from the blue clan. He is a supervillain. He is a sellout who betrayed the main character to join the side of settler colonizers Lucas Chamberlain and Daphne Lacroix.

Angela Robinson or Galilahi Lightfoot is a Black Native character who is Afro Tsalagi or Cherokee Indigenous. She is a Cherokee Freedman. She is a Freedman. The Cherokee, Choctaw, Seminole, Chickasaw, & Creek Nations owned slaves. She is from the wild potato clan. She is from the United Keetoowah Band of Cherokee Indians. She works in zero gravity hydroponics. She works in sustainable agriculture. She has brown eyes. She has dark brown hair. She has shoulder length dreadlocks hairstyle. She dyes part of her hair with burgundy, honey blonde, & cinnamon brown color. She is 5’8.” She is 150 pounds. Her body type is athletic. She is cis. She is bisexual. She is polyamorous. She speaks English and Tsalagi. She has a holographic tattoo of an owl. She wears beaded earrings. She beaded her individual locs with carved wooden beads. These beads are yellow, orange, and turquoise. Sometimes for ceremonial purposes she braids her locs together and ties the ends of her locs with a beaded hair tie. She wears a bone choker for regalia. She wears a ribbon blouse and a leather belt for regalia. She wears a breasted chest plate. She is neurodivergent. She has add and adhd. They are displaced disconnected diaspora seeking reconnection. She is a Virgo water monkey. They are living off-world. They are from Atlanta, Georgia. They live in Midnight City. They are trying to piece together their history which entails a journey to visit Earth. They have regalia which are sacred select items they were able to preserve from their ancestors. Some of which they may not fully understand the full meaning/purpose/cultural significance of until they have made progress in reconnecting with cultural identity and connecting with community. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons. She takes care of logistics by keeping track of supplies. She was in a polyamorous queer interracial relationship with Asian native Cheng Na and queer and trans Asian Pasifika and Latine Native Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato. She is a Native woc ex of the queer and trans main character Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. Together they have a daughter Tsula Robinson. Her daughter is now a teenager.

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thestral-queen-rules · 3 years

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✨DESI HOLOGRAPHIC AESTHETIC✨

Some people who might like this one:@suvarnarekha @the-stars-love-us @never-say-nevaa @nacho08 @seekerbrave @ambivertedfrog @psycho-mocha @kajukatliontop @wowyoufeelorphic @edeneko @jugn00 @smr-the-tired-crackhead @metalvenomludens7 @cipher-dorito @i-wanna-b-yours @elentiyathemoonelf @bookishmuggleborn @hecalledmebeloved @tonicaballos @curious-fruitcake @shirothestrangewolf @more-like-reyna @naimittika @justalonelywriter @chaoticaindica

#aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #desi #desi aesthetic #desi moodboard #desi aesthetic moodboard #hologram #holographic #holographic aesthetic #holographic moodboard #desi hologram #desi holographic #desi holographic aesthetic #desi holographic moodboard #desi holographic aesthetic moodboard

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starlightshadowsworld · 2 years

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Badly summarising my AU's

Happy Little Schnee's And Evil Oz adopts Weiss and Whitley: 2 out of 3 Schnees recommend doing the crime.

Seto adopts Jaden AND Jaden adopts protags: I'm here to kick ass and adopt kids and I'm all out of kids... Wait nevermind.

Jason Todd lives out his literature dreams and goes to do what Victor Frankenstein or Bruce never could... Finish med school.

Experiment ZARC AU: What if Leo Akaba but worse?

What if (insert Character) was Desi?

Jason Grace but he raised by wolves... Oh wait...

Son of Hecate: Wait the solution isn't highly advanced holographic card games?

Nico accepted at CJ: Attention starved goth is suprise adopted by wolves, is surprisingly okay with it.

Oz is a magical shape shifting cat AU: You mean to tell me all this happened was because you wanted to marry a cat boy?... And forgot he was a cat?

#Rwby #Jason todd goes to medical school #percy jackson #Feral Jason Grace #Nico di angelo #Happy lil Schnees #Evil Oz adopts Weiss and Whitley #Cat Ozpin #Ozpin #Experiment ZARC #Yugioh arc v #Seto adopts Jaden #Jaden adopts protags

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empresswrites · 7 years

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Not A Pet

MarcoAceSabo

(My first try at the Sci-Fi side of things and is a WIP, but wanted to share this bit!)

{Goes under Read More because of length}

I am on a planet that sees humans as pets, or slaves rather on most occasions than not. They have their own kinds of pets that are more ‘animal’ like, sort of resembling cats and dogs back on my home planet—not really resembling appearance, mostly actions. After Earth decided to be practical dickheads to the aliens when they visited when I was barely five, they made it clear we were on war level. So, on occasion they would send covert people on Earth and basically snatch people to help dwindle the population under their noses. Unluckily for them, I had been abandoned by my own species and left out on the streets since younger.

They brought me to this planet when I was just twelve, immediately in the throes of their environment and culture. I had been one of the first few younger humans to reach the area, knowing we needed to adjust to their atmosphere, finding out children take a little longer to get a handle of it. The feeling was crushing when they had thought we were ready and even one kid had his lung collapse from it being too much. It had saved the two of us that were left in that batch, saying they wanted to try it out when adults were usually ready.

We were put in a store after that and put up for sale so anyone could buy us. After I had been bought, pretty quickly too as I had the dusting on my cheeks—freckles—and they liked the quality, I retaliated. I didn’t let them train me like I was a slave, already knowing how to survive on the streets. It became a vicious cycle for me the coming nine years—measuring their calendar with Earth’s to get an exact estimate. Pound, adopted, pound, adopted, and then once reaching the pound for this last time, I was marked as vicious.

Lingering in this small single cell like prison with a gel type of glass on one side was leaving me feeling claustrophobic. I couldn’t leave the space, but they could enter and leave as they had special things to allow such a thing. They provided us with essentials, but lately my time here has been questionable as the meals for me are infrequent. I have seen them drag others away that are older or aggressive, the creatures dressed in all green, and I worried if that was their way of euthanizing or did they send you off to be labor slave or possibly fighters? I heard about fighter rings from a previous owner and how they did bets on it.

The place becomes rowdy, hearing the muffled begs to be ‘adopted’ and I knew someone was looking to buy. It has me grit teeth and stare to the wall across from me as I sit in the small space that you can only sleep curled up on the provided ‘bed’ that is covered in hay. The pan for your business is pulled out when needed and you just tuck it away under the bed. It helps the smell stay enclosed away, but I still hated it. Also, don’t get me started on the baths since I am marked aggressive and left me only in a pair of pants.

There are two figures by my cell, having me merely flick eyes as I can see them in my peripheral. I bare teeth more while staying huddled to the wall and even through the begs from other humans, I can hear the pound worker—some creature that resembles that of something that belongs in the water with its scales being a blue mixed purple coloring—explain how I was aggressive and vicious, that I wouldn’t be a good choice. It makes me cringe as they just didn’t understand that I didn’t want to be a slave. The thought of being forced to do whatever the damn creatures wanted had my skin crawl, especially remembering the punishments for not doing the tasks.

They had left me be, letting me calm down as I noticed that even with doing that I am still tense. I have been since they grabbed and dragged me to be on this planet. The place stays loud and I can only stay in place, wait for it to calm down and maybe nap. Though, I notice them by the cell again, having me gaze fully this time.

Sharp eyes are looking to me curiously, having me stiffen more, noticing his posture match his double iris gaze. Blond hair is on the top of his head, ruffled around and he is tall, showing feet to be talons up to his knees. Blue feathers lingering on him, going along shoulders as they continue down arms to hands that show a rough skin like his talons—the skin being that of a soft shade of blue—nails looking sharp on the four fingers with the thumb sitting near the ‘wrist’ more with a shorter nail. There isn’t a shirt, but I noticed how that around this planet it based around your species and what you catered for. The exposed chest looking to be like his ‘skin’ from his talons and hands, but smoother and reaching his entirety. Though this smoother skin a soft shade of blue for his skin like his hands and lighter in the middle area of his chest down to his navel. His lower half holds that of a cloth tied around his waist, knowing a lower portion of clothing is usually common with most species. Feathers linger along his thighs and down to where the talons start, noticing them ruffle.

Light blue lips shift as he tilts his head, curiosity seeming to swell in those azure eyes that have an inner iris of grey around the small pupils. It was something I had to get used to, seeing so many different species all coexisting and showing no difference how you looked. It truly was incredible and we could have mingled peacefully if we hadn’t of pissed them off. When his lips move again, he is now facing the pound worker, whose eyes widen in shock and begins moving hands a little frantically. From the reactions, no doubt this man was interested in ‘adopting’ me and it leaves me to grimace.

Especially when they motion him to leave, seeing tail ringlets swaying behind him in a golden color like his hair as he leaves out of my sight. The worker moves to press onto the pillar separating cages and the gas releases into my small room, making me shift anxiously. There was no escaping it and I couldn’t hold my breath long enough, gathering from past times. It has me feeling the temporary sluggish effects as they come in to muzzle me, knowing from a previous time, and my wrists were bound together. The black type of handcuffs are locked and connected to a collar, attaching it to my neck swiftly. It leaves my hands sitting to my collarbone, keeping me restricted and they drag me out once reassured I was locked up tightly.

Hearing the noises of exasperation muffled from the other’s imprisoned, it was evident they were disappointed for not being picked. I could tell a few even glared, probably knowing the state I was in being of ‘vicious’ and no doubt a few were here the last time I had been brought in. My mind is still in a haze, knowing the effects last for a good half-hour and they partially drag me along. Getting to the front area, they offer to take me out to the car, mentioning of me being under the drugs influence for the time being, allowing enough time. Of course, they couldn’t resist offering to give another dose to be on the safe side.

The thing was, though, the bird-like male showed worry to me as they held under my armpits. A shake of his head is there and mentioned to put me in the passenger side of his car, already heading for the parking lot after he mentioned not needing another dose. The dragging continued as I was soon melting into a cushion in the long hover like car. They ran off something else unlike Earth did, though I am not fully aware as I wasn’t told of the world, just what to do in homes.

“Let me buckle you up, yoi.” The voice gives a deeper tone—some soft cooing at the end—and has my attention dragged to the creature next to me, noticing the car started and starts floating up off the ground. A hand lines along my bare stomach, having me suck it in away and give a slight growl as it made me nervous. The buckle is fastened, a hand beginning to pet through my hair as those blue-grey eyes view me in worry. “You poor thing, let us take care of you.” My glare lingers at him as the vehicle moves to back out and he is pressing to the holographic screen that pops up for him to enter the destination.

When first arriving to the planet, my first ‘owners’ inserted a language program and it was excruciating. The signals pulsing through my head, having me cry as it felt like someone was bashing my head in. I had been under intensive care for a week after that, them thinking I wouldn’t live and commenting they did too much at once. Of course, I didn’t know every language, still finding that barrier on occasions, but I knew the most common ones of this region of sorts.

Nails scraped lightly on occasion as he continues to pet me, having me relax a little into the feel, but not fully. I didn’t know his motive and knew people seek so much from humans, finding them to be a prize—like an accessory they can show off. The vehicle moved along their made roads that remind me of solar panels, but knowing it was far from that, and he continued to coax me.

“My name is Marco,” the voice fills my ears again as I glance to him with my glare lingering. “There were many names on your papers, but I want to know your true name. Do you still remember it, yoi?” The question surprises me, having me look to him in confusion and clench my jaw with a slow nod of my head. The head tilted, those eyes flickering, the colors sometimes daring to blend before going back to their own sides and I let lips part under the muzzle.

“Ace…” I whisper, noticing him tilt his head back a bit and shifts the eyebrow line on his face though there isn’t any ‘eyebrows’ there.

“… Ace? As the cards of human games?” A slow nod leaves me to answer, noticing as full lips shift to smile. “Very well, Ace. When home, I will take the restraints off, they had me leave them on when leaving. It will also be easier to remove when home, yoi.” The vehicle is slowing into a housing area, still amazing me on the buildings having curved designs, being partially underground, or along the lines of more vegetation than walls; all ranging differently by species. “I have a partner, do not be alarmed for when he comes home later.” The new information has me curious on what kind of partner, but didn’t delve into that as I was curious on what exactly is going on and what he has planned. For now, I would try the waters to see his intentions and go from there.

The vehicle slowly pulls up to a home along before the sidewalk, having me gaze upon the floating home. The car lifts higher and moving sideways to park in their garage. Having the home up shows that both, or at least just Marco, is of a flying creature and prefers elevated heights. It wasn’t too high, like a home back on Earth, but the first floor starts where the second floor would be on Earth with a walkway easily provided. The home they have here is three stories, noticing there was most likely just one room up top on the third that is dark walled like most of the home. I was helped from the vehicle after it parked and he got out.

“Come on, I know those must be uncomfortable.” Marco mentions while helping me into the home, noticing the deeper tones of the decor with accent pieces in brighter colors as soon as we made it in. Though, we had gone to the second floor, noticing the stairs he circled up on and was in a brighter atmosphere with cushions galore and their Disk—that is commonly a television, but like holographic style—is resting to a type of coffee table.

The windows are large surrounding the home, even downstairs, and giving enough light and I am sitting on a large cushion that is like a pallet shape, but nowhere near being uncomfortable. I am sat up enough for him to begin unlocking me before taking it all away, along with the muzzle. My body gives to laying back as I try to get over my fogged state and he carefully brings back a blanket to set over me.

“Are you hungry, yoi?” I look to him and don’t have to say anything as my stomach answers for me, making me flush in slight embarrassment. A chuckle reverberates from him like a bird rolling his cooing and it’s a bit soothing to hear. “I take that as a yes. I will get you some and something to drink. When the drug wears off, I will show you the bathroom to wash up.” The words linger as he moves to the stairs, giving a slight glance to me from the door frame with a tilt of his head. “Will you be alright, yoi?” The concern nearly has my eyes stinging on how he was acting towards me, but I swallowed it down with a stiff nod of my head.

The silence followed, though I heard water trickling somewhere, maybe a small waterfall and it’s peaceful. Thinking that maybe this Marco is different was a nice thought and I try to keep calmer as he hasn’t proven anything threatening yet. Most would have by now, or at least sneered at me like I was plainly just a slave that would lick their feet. In a way, I was thinking that maybe… just maybe Marco would treat me like how they did with dogs and cats on Earth—an actual pet. Giving a little more freedom and not expecting every chore under the galactical suns to be done like some maid. I don’t mind helping, I feel like it helps give my share, but they always tried to treat me like trash, kicking me around. I have my fair amount of scarring from past homes, no doubt what he noticed when viewing my bare torso.

Sitting up more, my head is clearing and is around the time he comes back up with that same friendly appearance. A round plate that has sections holds food, something seeming to be measured dietary wise, and is held out to me. I carefully grasp to it before pulling it in, grabbing to the spork provided to begin eating. The taste fills my taste buds, having only tasted bland food and the cheapest found from not only at the pound but in previous homes. I begin shoveling it into my mouth, with legs pressing together and toes curling.

“Calm down, it’s okay. We have more, yoi.” The words come out with his cooing sounds lingering and I could cry as his hand begins stroking through my hair. “They really didn’t treat you well…” The tone is low as I glance to notice him looking concerned before he is smiling reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we will treat you better. You are such a good boy.” Marco mentions, having a feeling swell in me and enjoying the festering it gives me while leaning into the touch a little more as I eat a bit more slowly.

Once I finished my food and took some sips of the vitamin water provided, he showed me the shower where you stand in a type of small basin for and left me to find pants—worrying me slightly since he only has a cloth. The water stayed warm as I scrubbed clean, feeling so amazing on my skin and took in what I could before he came back. When getting out, Marco was there starting to help dry me, having me fester while taking the towel. He had been a little curious, but left me to do it while holding some clothes for me. It was mainly a pair of pants, sweatpants to be exact, with their type of material being softer than what Earth had. Once I put them on, he helped dry my hair more, having me give soft noises of protest, but couldn’t deny the pampering. A brush was even pulled through my hair, my face flushing as he didn’t have to, but he did nonetheless.

After it all, he told me the space of the home was free for me to roam and said once I was adjusted, we could go out. Though, he had a slight frown at that and I knew it was because humans must wear something to show who they belong to and some places even require a leash, and rarely a muzzle as well. I focused on the free roam aspect, Marco mentioning of doing some dishes and I had first started to follow him downstairs. The stairs are large steps and spaced wide enough to have two people stand on the same one, it was kind of nice, and I explored my new territory.

I kept this all in mind like how a cat would be in a new home, getting used to surroundings and noting possible hiding places. There was a bedroom of sorts off the kitchen, being small with a small bathroom. Viewing out the windows, I noticed that their ‘backyard’ has a small pavilion and below there is a garden laid out. I feel curious, but notice there would be no way down, even off the deck/pavilion area from what I can tell anyways. Heading back up to the second floor, another small bedroom is there, the bathroom separated from this one though, and I notice more clearly on a desk area for work. It seems to be set up for a writer with the papers stacked and a small ‘laptop’ provided? Possibly? I didn’t touch anything and soon head for the stairs again.

The third floor is a bedroom in an octagon shape with windows basically as the walls and the roof was like that as well. In the middle of the room is a large nest, possibly sticks or twigs of sorts showing around the rim and it cushioned in the middle; its large enough to let almost four people in, but creatures range in size and no doubt Marco took up a bit with his height and wings. The bathroom is the same as I see it through the open doorway, noticing a large basin bath tub and a shower head provided above, reminding me of a rainforest type of one, and a toilet bowl as well. I was a bit confused because it was all windows, but then I remembered it was hard to see in from outside, thinking the windows were somehow tinted or just able to see out, but not in.

Noises reach my ears as I soon make my way down to the second floor, noticing the talking from there. Someone is with Marco and I freeze in the door way at the new individual there with a tail lain out behind him that is swaying with flicks along the ground. The tail looks like it has scales and would remind you of a dragon, but thinner as it matched the size of my forearm. They have a cloth tied around their hips, though with the tail, it has no back part and his shorter statured legs—not by much than how mine are—matched the smooth dark green scales, mostly noticing it to be like that, no texture can be seen from where I stand. The scales go up along his spine, curling out in swirls along the almost skin like looking exterior, showing to be a soft honey color along to the front part of him. Up the spine, the scales extend along shoulders and along his biceps and the back of his forearms. Blond hair is strikingly golden with dark green horns curled back and inwards. The thing that got me most, besides the fact his legs are limber with scales seeming to completely consume them even the dragon like paws, is the crests on each shoulder blade as if something lingers there when the creature wants it there.

“Ace,” Marco’s voice coos out, finding me with his blue-grey eyes and I stiffen when the other turns towards me.

Green coaxed with honey eyes are gleaming to me in surprise with thin slits of his pupils, a light blue scar lingers over his left eye and I had noticed it somewhat trailing down his chest and the front of his left arm. Scales linger along from his neck to cover his jaw and chin, lips spared with the honey color and the green scales reach cheek bones and seem to outline around his eyes, except the marred blue scarring takes over its spot. The chest shows his height being mostly torso, green scales spreading from his neck across his sternum in a line, more swirls breaking off from it to mix with that honey scaling. Tension forms in his body, I begin to realize, and I feel the need to shrink away.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, yoi.” I flicker eyes to Marco as he looks reassuring and approaching the other, who is clearly confused. “This is my partner, Sabo.” The introduction has me view the mentioned man with eyes flicking to see any motive. A hand comes out, Marco trying to coax me closer, but I feel unsure and notice the other hand rubbing to the dragon-like male’s back.

Slowly, I shift forward and keep eyes to them both as I am unsure on how this is all going to go. Marco has been kind so far and Sabo kind of just looks confused and a little unsure. I shift a bit more before in range of Marco to pet along my head, the both of them taller than me, though Sabo not so much as Marco. A hand wearily raises and I truly feel like a cat as Sabo begins to pet along my head on the other side. It’s soothing and I relax a bit at the attention with eyes stinging at it.

“Are my claws scrapping?” Sabo asks, a gravelling to his tone, as he stops his hand and I stare to him with a shake of my head, a little more tense again.

“Ace was on the Alter list from past failed homes.” Marco seems to clarify and I tilt my head at the ‘Alter list’ part, but it seemed serious as Sabo looks worried to me. His hand returns quickly as I enjoy the pets, knowing this would be embarrassing on Earth, but here it was a natural thing. “I had wanted you to have company, Sabo. Since you are home most of the time while I work outside of the home, yoi.” Marco mentions while Sabo is soon moving closer, having me tense while he shifts to begin leading me to a cushion. I merely move onto it with my knees, staring up to him as he ruffles my hair and moves back to Marco. I shift to relax into the cushion, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Thank you,” Sabo looks happy and they share a nuzzle against each other’s cheek. “Let’s find you a spot to sleep,” a smile is to me as I gaze to Sabo in slight confusion before feeling a festering with him as well.

They are both nice.

#MarcoAceSabo #Sci-Fi #MAS #short fic #Read More #has a good amount of words ^^;#I have been working on this for a good while now #WIP #thought you all might like to see #thinking of posting this bit on FF and AO3 too #just to see everyones take on it #Its quite fun and fulfilling on what I have

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Tsalagi Indigenous Characters of my BIPOC and QTIPOC Futurism Project

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Cherokee or Tsalagi Native characters of Alpha Centurion War Book 3 of my poc native and afro futurism project Chronicles of War

Techno (Valeria Nadia Torres Garcia or). She is a Latinx Mexican and Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color. One of the main supporting characters. She is a member of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. She is from the Wolf Clan. She practices Indigenous spirituality. She has 3B or 3C type hair. She has curly hair. She has brown hair. Some of her hair is dyed lime green. She has brown eyes. She has sepia skin tone. She is lean and has an athletic build. She speaks Tsalagi and Spanish. She is a polyamorous nonbinary bigender bisexual. She is Catholic. She is a bionic and cyborg. She is a bionic and cyborg by choice as a transhuman. Implanted into her body is biotechnology and nanotechnology such as nanites and bionic and cyberware enhancements that lets her control technology and electricity. She has ports implanted into her body at her wrists and hands that allow her to hack technology. Implanted into her body is also cyberware and bioware implants that lets her attend cyberspace. She does this using a brain-computer interface. She has ports implanted into her body at her upper shoulders that allow a direct connection between the brain and virtual reality. She mainly works as a hacker from her hacker cave at her home built behind a false wall. On the run she works as a hacker at underground hacker hideouts across the cosmos that is built by her hacker legion or hacker collective that act as her safe houses. She goes online using an online alias as a pseudonym. She never uses her real name as a wanted outlaw as a hacker. The external ports are mostly used for high bandwidth and more secure connections with wireless connection. One person who she lets interface with her futuristic form of connection between bionic and cybernetic partners is her wife Amelia Himmat Mishra the Afro Asian Black British and South Asian Desi Indian woman of color who is also a bionic and cyborg. She wears industrial earrings. She has holographic geometric tattoos that light up gold on her arms. Her superhero and antihero costume is a one piece jumpsuit. Her jumpsuit can change color with adaptive camouflage technology. She used it for espionage and spy missions. She uses it to evade her enemies as a hacker and to evade her enemies as a superhero and antihero. She was a former operative who was a spy, double agent, & informant for the Space Rebel Army. She is a rebel. She as a hacker and activist was a criminal in the eyes of the Earth government and Terran Confederation government. Valeria was part of a hacker collective Splinter. She was leader of a legion of hackers who worked for Young Radicals and Winds of Change. She is a hacker whose work with the Winds of Change helped combat the tyranny of Earth and the Terran Confederation. So she tends to lay low by working as a repair woman. She repairs hard light technology. Valeria Nadia Torres Garcias as Rouge is someone who is wanted by the Earth government and Terran Confederation for being a hacker for the Young Radicals or Winds of Change. She is also someone who is wanted as an operative who was an informant, double agent, & spy for the Space Rebel Army. So she is stateless or someone without a nationality as a result of the revolution and as a repercussion of her helping with the insurrection and rebellion against the Earth and Terran Confederation to take them out of power. After the creation of the Federation that composed of the now independent and sovereign Sol, Vega, & Polaris Systems she was allowed to return home by the new intergalactic government of this cosmic alliance after the fall of Earth and the Terran Confederation. She has electroshock gauntlets for close quarters combat. She is the wife of Maysa Nabila Uzun, Chun Hei Kim, Zhou Zhen, & Amelia Himmat Mishra. She is now the hacker of the Elites and the Paragons. She is a technopath that can control any form of technology. She has power over technology. She has electronic empathy. She also has power over electricity. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons.

Angela Robinson or Galilahi Lightfoot is a Black Native character who is Afro Tsalagi or Cherokee Indigenous. She is a Cherokee Freedman. She is from the wolf clan. She is from the United Keetoowah Band of Cherokee Indians. She has brown eyes. She has dark brown hair. She is 5’8.” She is 150 pounds. Her body type is athletic. She wears beaded earrings. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons. She takes care of logistics by keeping track of supplies.

Cheng Na or who is East Asian Chinese and Cherokee or Tsalagi Indigenous. She is an Asian Native. She is from the deer clan. She is from the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians. She is 5’1” She has black hair. She is slim with a little thickness in her hips. She is 110 pounds. She is nonbinary pansexual. She wears beaded earrings. She is a tribal council member of the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians. She is a representative for the Elites and Paragons. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons.

A male white native Tsalagi character.

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Alpha Centurion War:

Techno (Valeria Nadia Torres Garcia). She is a Latinx Mexican and Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color. One of the main supporting characters. She is a member of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. She is from the Wolf Clan. She practices Indigenous spirituality. She has 3B or 3C type hair. She has curly hair. She has brown hair. Some of her hair is dyed lime green. She has brown eyes. She has sepia skin tone. She is lean and has an athletic build. She speaks Tsalagi and Spanish. She is a polyamorous nonbinary bigender bisexual. She is Catholic. She is a bionic and cyborg. She is a bionic and cyborg by choice as a transhuman. Implanted into her body is biotechnology and nanotechnology such as nanites and bionic and cyberware enhancements that lets her control technology and electricity. She has ports implanted into her body at her wrists and hands that allow her to hack technology. Implanted into her body is also cyberware and bioware implants that lets her attend cyberspace. She does this using a brain-computer interface. She has ports implanted into her body at her upper shoulders that allow a direct connection between the brain and virtual reality. She mainly works as a hacker from her hacker cave at her home built behind a false wall. On the run she works as a hacker at underground hacker hideouts across the cosmos that is built by her hacker legion or hacker collective that act as her safe houses. She goes online using an online alias as a pseudonym. She never uses her real name as a wanted outlaw as a hacker. The external ports are mostly used for high bandwidth and more secure connections with wireless connection. One person who she lets interface with her futuristic form of connection between bionic and cybernetic partners is her wife Amelia Himmat Mishra the Afro Asian Black British and South Asian Desi Indian woman of color who is also a bionic and cyborg. She wears industrial earrings. She has holographic geometric tattoos that light up gold on her arms. Her superhero and antihero costume is a one piece jumpsuit. Her jumpsuit can change color with adaptive camouflage technology. She is a rebel. She as a hacker and activist was a criminal in the eyes of the Earth government and Terran Empire government. She uses it to evade her enemies as a hacker and to evade her enemies as a superhero and antihero. She used it for espionage missions as a former operative who was a spy, double agent, & informant for the Space Rebel Army. Valeria was part of a hacker collective. She was leader of a legion of hackers who worked for Young Radicals and Winds of Change. Valeria Nadia Torres Garcia as someone who was wanted by the Earth government and Terran Empire for being a hacker for the Young Radicals or Winds of Change and as a operative who was an informant, double agent, & spy for the Space Rebel Army is stateless or someone without a nationality as a result of the revolution and as a repercussion of her helping with the insurrection to take them out of power. She has electroshock gauntlets for close quarters combat. She is the wife of Maysa Nabila Uzun, Chun Hei Kim, Zhou Zhen, & Amelia Himmat Mishra. She is a hacker whose work with the Winds of Change helped combat the tyranny of Earth and the Terran Empire. So she tends to lay low by working as a repair woman when not being a superhero and antihero. She repairs hard light technology. She is now the hacker of the Elites and the Paragons. She is a technopath that can control any form of technology. She has power over technology. She has electronic empathy. She also has power over electricity. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons.

@literally-just-sitting-here @sarcastic-writer-bean

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Alpha Centurion War:

“Hello, Amelia,” said Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith as he/she/they walked into the store of Amelia Himmat Mishra. Amelia Himmat Mishra said, “Alexander/Alexandria!” “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” “What brings you into my shop?” “I need you to upgrade my bioware and cyberware implants.” “I also need you to repair my bionics and cybernetics.” Amelia Himmat Mishra a darker skinned Hindu Black British South Asian Desi Indian woman of color who is polyamorous cis bisexual is an intergalactic icon. She is a billionaire as she specializes in building, repairing, & upgrading hard light plasma weaponry, combat armor, power armor, mecha suits, & faster than light spaceships capable of warp jumps for the Sol System, Polaris System, & Vega System Alliance Federation Space Armed Forces. Privately as someone disabled with a bionic left arm and cybernetic right leg and cyberware implants she also builds cybernetic prosthetics, bionic prosthetics, & cybernetic implants for the intergalactic public for people who are disabled for cheap amount of currency such as credits, cash, or gold, if not for free. As a child prodigy and as a genius she figures out how to access every single holographic tablet, holographic smartphone, & holographic laptop throughout the Sol System, Vega System, & Polaris System with her companies private satellites used for space exploration to surveillance and spy on enemies of the Elites (a superhero team who have enough metahuman and superhuman members to defend the planet Earth) and Paragons (a superhero team who have enough metahuman and superhuman members to defend the Sol Star System, Polaris Star System, & Vega Star System) superhero teams. “Please sit in the chair Alexander/Alexandria.” “I can repair and upgrade your bionic and cybernetic prosthetic eye for free as you are disabled person of color just like I am.” She plugged in a wire into his/her/their body to connect her software to the hardware of his/her/their cyberware and bionware implants throughout his/her/their body. Then she started typing on her holographic computer to debug and later update his/her/their systems. She then started repairing his/her/their bionic and cybernetic prosthetic eye. “Your iris seems a bit damaged. You can’t access the programming of your eye huh.” “The wires of your eye needs to be repaired. “I can upgrade your mods.” “I can also upgrade your weapons and repair your armor.” “That costs creds (credits) though.” “Do you want the works?” “The full service deluxe special for more credits.” “Sure,” said Alexander/Alexandria. Mack Smith/Macy Smith said, “Take a look at the shielding and armor of my combat armor and power armor.” “Be sure to clean my power armor and combat armor.” “Be sure to change the oil of my mech suit.” While working on him/her/them and his/her/their tech she had a conversation with him/her/them about being disabled people of color. Blue Bionic or Crimson Cyborg (Amelia Himmat Mishra) a disabled Black British South Asian Indian woman of color said to Cardinal Changeling or Crimson Changeling (Alexander Kana’i Mack Ryuu Francisco Makoa Smith/Alexandria Ataahua Macy Haruka Francisca Kamalani Smith) a disabled Japanese Indigenous Colombian Polynesian Hawaiian Tongan Indigenous Pasifika Colombian person of color, “I can still feel it you know my real arm and my real leg.” “My eyes knows it is gone and is replaced with a bionic left leg and a cybernetic right arm but my mind it still remembers how it feels.” “The phantom pain is there.” “Just like you know your real eye is gone but your mind doesn’t yet realize it’s been replaced by a bionic and cybernetic prosthetic eye.” “We were both disfigured in intergalactic war by the same super soldier.” “You know every single day as an disfigured disabled amputee cyborg and bionic.” “I have to ask my parents my dad and mom or my siblings my brother Isha Jayesh Mishra and sister Lavanya Sunita Mishra to help me attach my prosthetic bionic left leg and cybernetic prosthetic right arm.” “Just so I can do simple task that abled people take for granted.” “We still both have nightmares from our depression, anxiety, & ptsd of that super soldier taking our autonomy and independence away from us as disabled people of color veterans.” Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith said, “I wake up screaming every night Amelia.” “The war ended for everyone else but it never ended for us.” “The war came home with us in our chronic mental illnesses.” “The nerve endings inside the prosthetic limbs and the cyberware enchancements help ground us and help us realize the prosthetic limbs are there though.” “You know what I fear Alex/Lexi?” Asked Amelia Himmat Mishra. “That as someone with a bionic prosthetic leg and cybernetic prosthetic arm that someday Maysa is going to grow tired of my body dysphoria and body image issues.” “That as someone allistic, nuerotyptical, & abled bodied she will find another abled bodied, allistic, & neurotyptical woman of color and fall in love with her and abandon me her girlfriend who is an autistic, neurodivergent, & disabled woman of color.” “That is my fear as someone with learning disabilities of autism, add, & adhd and mental illnesses of depression, anxiety, ocd or obsessive compulsive disorder, & ptsd or post traumatic stress disorder.” “I already have body issues and body dysphoria with my ocd.” “And my disfigurement of losing my real arm and leg just adds to it.” “Maysa Nabila Uzun she says that will never happen but I can help but think that Maysa Nabila Uzun is just with me out of pity.” “I fear the same with my alien extraterrestrial wives, women of color wives, Indigenous wives, & Indigenous women of color wives as a disabled Indigneous Pasifika person of color with learning disabilities of autism, add, adhd and mental illnesses of depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, bpd or bipolar disorder, did or dissociative identity disorder, & ptsd or post traumatic stress disorder.” “You know what I fear also Amelia Himmat Mishra?” Asked Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith. “That as someone with depression anxiety, schizophrenia, ocd, bpd, did, & ptsd that people will use my mental illnesses as a reason to hurt me.” “Media already demonizes people like me and people like one of my alien extraterrestrial wives Melmih who is disabled with dissociative identity disorder and schizophrenia.” “And I fear we will one day become victims of ableist violence.”

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Character bio of Valeria Nadia Torres Garica a Latine Cherokee or Tslagi Native woc supporting character of my BIPOC futurism project

Techno or Rogue (Valeria Nadia Torres Garcia). She is a Latinx Mexican and Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color. One of the main supporting characters. She is a member of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. She is from the Wolf Clan. She practices Indigenous spirituality.

She has 3B or 3C type hair. She has curly hair. She has brown hair. Some of her hair is dyed lime green. She has brown eyes. She has sepia skin tone. She is lean and has an athletic build. She speaks Tsalagi and Spanish. She is a polyamorous nonbinary bigender bisexual. She is Catholic. She wears industrial earrings. She has holographic geometric tattoos that light up gold on her arms.

She is a bionic and cyborg. She is a bionic and cyborg by choice as a transhuman. Implanted into her body is biotechnology and nanotechnology such as nanites and bionic and cyberware enhancements that lets her control technology and electricity. She has ports implanted into her body at her wrists and hands that allow her to hack technology. Implanted into her body is also cyberware and bioware implants that lets her attend cyberspace. She does this using a brain-computer interface. She has ports implanted into her body at her upper shoulders that allow a direct connection between the brain and virtual reality. She mainly works as a hacker from her hacker cave at her home built behind a false wall. On the run she works as a hacker at underground hacker hideouts across the cosmos that is built by her hacker legion or hacker collective that act as her safe houses. She goes online using an online alias as a pseudonym. She never uses her real name as a wanted outlaw as a hacker. The external ports are mostly used for high bandwidth and more secure connections with wireless connection. One person who she lets interface with her futuristic form of connection between bionic and cybernetic partners is her wife Amelia Himmat Mishra the Afro Asian Black British and South Asian Desi Indian woman of color who is also a bionic and cyborg.

Her superhero and antihero costume is a one piece jumpsuit. Her jumpsuit can change color with adaptive camouflage technology. She used it for espionage and spy missions. She uses it to evade her enemies as a hacker and to evade her enemies as a superhero and antihero. She has electroshock gauntlets for close quarters combat. She is now the hacker of the Elites and the Paragons. She is a technopath that can control any form of technology. She has power over technology. She has electronic empathy. She also has power over electricity. She is a member of the Elites and Paragons.

She was a former operative who was a spy, double agent, & informant for the Space Rebel Army. She is a rebel. She as a hacker and activist was a criminal in the eyes of the Earth government and Terran Confederation government. Valeria was part of a hacker collective Splinter. She was leader of a legion of hackers who worked for Young Radicals and Winds of Change. She is a hacker whose work with the Winds of Change helped combat the tyranny of Earth and the Terran Confederation. So she tends to lay low by working as a repair woman. She repairs hard light technology. Valeria Nadia Torres Garcias as Rouge is someone who is wanted by the Earth government and Terran Dominion for being a hacker for the Young Radicals or Winds of Change. She is also someone who is wanted as an operative who was an informant, double agent, & spy for the Space Rebel Army. So she is stateless or someone without a nationality as a result of the revolution and as a repercussion of her helping with the insurrection and rebellion against the Earth and Terran Confederation to take them out of power. After the creation of the Federation that composed of the now independent and sovereign Sol, Vega, & Polaris Systems she was allowed to return home by the new intergalactic government of this cosmic alliance after the fall of Earth and the Terran Dominion.

She is the wife of Maysa Nabila Uzun, Chun Hei Kim, Zhou Zhen, & Amelia Himmat Mishra.

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Alpha Centurion War:

Amelia Himmat Mishra and Maysa Nabila Uzun:

Amelia Himmat Mishra a darker skinned Hindu Black British South Asian Desi Indian woman of color who is polyamorous cis bisexual is an intergalactic icon. She is a billionaire as she specializes in building, repairing, & upgrading hard light plasma weaponry, combat armor, power armor, mecha suits, & faster than light spaceships capable of warp jumps for the Sol System, Polaris System, & Vega System Alliance Federation Space Armed Forces. Privately as someone disabled with a bionic left arm and cybernetic right leg and cyberware implants she also builds cybernetic prosthetics, bionic prosthetics, & cybernetic implants for the intergalactic public for people who are disabled for cheap amount of currency such as credits, cash, or gold, if not for free. As a child prodigy and as a genius she figures out how to access every single holographic tablet, holographic smartphone, & holographic laptop throughout the Sol System, Vega System, & Polaris System with her companies private satellites used for space exploration to surveillance and spy on enemies of the Elites (a superhero team who have enough metahuman and superhuman members to defend the planet Earth) and Paragons (a superhero team who have enough metahuman and superhuman members to defend the Sol Star System, Polaris Star System, & Vega Star System) superhero teams. It is built with a self aware smart AI as its protection and is built with secure and protected safeguards of a retinal scan, fingerprint scan, voice scan, & password that only Maysa Nabila Uzun, Chun Hei Kim, Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith, & her Amelia Himmat Mishra can unlock. One of her employees a technopath who has power over technology threatens to quit on the spot as he says it is too much power for one person. “This tech allows you and the Elites and the Paragons the ability to surveillance people on a cosmic and stellar level throughout three star systems.” “But what if someone attaches such a device to intergalactic military grade weaponry?” “What if someone reverse engineers it and replicated such a device and offers it to the black market to sell it to the highest bidder.” “It is not a question of who should have such technology Amelia but a question of should anyone have such technology in their hands at all.” “That is too much power, strength, control, & influence.” “Remember how the Terran Empire occupied the Xeno, Andromeda, & Milky Way Galaxy with their neocolonialism and occupation?” “We fought against such devices in that war.” “Imagine how invasive or insidious and how potentially dangerous such a device is in the wrong hands.” “Imagine what Earth in the past when it colonized the Sol System, Vega System, & Polaris System with its colonialism and imperialism could have done with a device like this.” “Imagine if the Terran military of human and alien metahumans and superhumans had used something like this to bomb civilians on Mercury, Venus, Mars, Earth, Luna, Triton, or Pluto after spying on them just for rebelling against Earth's subjugation and tyranny.” “Imagine them using this to spy on people they deemed as militant, revolutionist, anarchist, & or radical.” “Imagine after surveillance deemed them as a threat to their colonialism, imperialism, neocolonialism, apartheid, & or occupation those intergalactic governments sending covert clandestine black ops and spec ops squads of paramilitary intergalactic fireteams to assassinate them to eliminate all threats to their hegemony and dominion.” “And later replacing the leaders of those rebel planets with puppets who fell in line to their machinations and scheming.” “Dear god…” “If the Terran Empire ever did this we would have called them more maleficent, evil, & wicked villains than they already were.” “So if you used a device like this for bad or immoral purposes Amelia what does that make you?” “In your hands yes it may be used for good Amelia.” “I know how worthy you are and I know how heroic you are as a champion and a hero.” “It is why you were chosen as the champion and heroine of the Hindu gods and goddesses.” “But this problem isn’t so black and white.” “For there is so, so much gray in an issue and concern like this.” “Yes, it has safeguards that only you, Maysa, Chun, & Alex/Lexi can unlock but what if someone hacks through even your secure firewalls Amelia.” “Yes, it the tech is built with a self-aware AI as protection but imagine if said AI went rogue.” “It is not a neutral piece of technology like a car or hover bike but a gadget that makes its potential powers a dangerous and very real credible threat.” “The problem is not this device is impractical in fact the problem is this device is too likely.” “Imagine the political, economic, social, & military implications and ramifications of such a device on a celestial and stellar scale.” “This technology is unethical and immoral.” “Already intergalactic tech companies listen in on our holographic tablets, holographic laptops, & holographic smartphones.” “Intergalactic social media companies already sell our personal and private information to the highest bidder.” “Intergalactic governments of moons, planets, & planetoids already spy on their own civilians in the name of “safety and security.” “This started long before the 21st century on earth and it has only gotten worse on a cosmic and celestial level in the present day of the 40th century.” “The very existence of such a technology that allows an individual, or a group or people, or an organization or faction to know this much, control this much, & have this much power.” “With only a password, retinal scan, fingerprint scan, & voice scan to unlock it.” “It makes that person, or group of people, or faction problematic in of itself.” “To wield such a device with no responsibility or accountability and no repercussion or consequence is not an act of heroism but an act of villainy Amelia Himmat Mishra.” “You know how dangerous this is in the wrong hands.” “I swear that after we destroy the Forces of Evil, I’ll destroy this device.” Ultimately, she proves worthy of wielding it as after using it for good to stop the Forces of Evil’s occupation of the Andromeda Galaxy, Milky Way Galaxy, & Xeno Galaxy she destroys it immediately after so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. It is obviously the only moral and ethical choice.  

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