Twisted wonderland fanfic
Disney: Twisted Wonderland
2019.03.24 04:39 MUSICBANK Disney: Twisted Wonderland
Disney: Twisted Wonderland is a Japanese mobile game created by Aniplex and Walt Disney Japan. The character designs, scenario, and concept was designed by Black Butler creator Yana Toboso, focusing on depictions of villains from various Disney franchises.
2020.03.24 01:22 Neetieoff Twisted_Wonderland
Memes, fanarts, questions and everything about the mobile game Twisted Wonderland!
2020.10.07 23:45 RocketsBlastingOff TwistedNeverland
A backup community for TwistedWonderland fans, should anything happen to the main subreddit.
2023.04.01 06:01 SirTawmis Dragon Age Fanfic that I wrote 10 years ago...
... I had dug it back up and posted it on fanfic - yeesh - back in 2016? My writing has vastly improved so much in all these years (thankfully)...
But my passion and love for Dragon Age, back when the first one had come out... clearly shines in this writing as I take a few twists and turns with the story.
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11827772/1/Dragon-Age-Life-Begins-With-Death
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But my passion and love for Dragon Age, back when the first one had come out... clearly shines in this writing as I take a few twists and turns with the story.
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11827772/1/Dragon-Age-Life-Begins-With-Death
2023.04.01 03:03 ShadowCandyuwu Who has the prettiest cards in Twisted Wonderland pt.5 (Pomefiore)
Oh, this is the big one. In the last poll, it was a close race but Jamil won over Kalim who only had 230 votes don't worry, we'll see Kalim again soon. But now, it's time to judge the dorm that builds itself off beauty, and let's see who's truly the fairest one of all.
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2023.04.01 02:29 moonbeam-moth Another last-minute bingo post
I actually finished all these by the end of 2022. I had put off posting about it, but seeing everyone else post theirs this week motivated me to get something up :). This was my first year doing bingo.
Row 1
LGBTQIA List Book: Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey. This book had been hovering around on my radar for a while, so this was the impetus I needed to actually read it! I loved the mix of personal and political stakes in Phedre's story and the nuanced ways all her relationships developed over the course of the book. I'm also a sucker for a hot evil woman. Planning to read the next one this year!
Weird Ecology: Dawn by Octavia Butler (hard mode). I read the second book, too, but I think I liked Dawn better (plus, I think it fits this category better, being on the ship the whole time). I think this book is incredible and is really a triumph of perspective - we're brought along with Lilith every step of the way, as her feelings towards the aliens, other humans, and herself changes. I'll be finishing the trilogy soon.
Two or More Authors: The Memory Librarian by Janelle Monae (and others) (hard mode). I was excited when I heard about this book because I really liked the Dirty Computer album/film. I thought it was an interesting decision to make this a book of stories with really very little connective tissue between them, rather than something more tightly woven, but I think it worked out. (The one story that is a more-or-less sequel to the album actually ended up being my least favorite, I think). My favorite stories in here were probably the titular one and "Timebox." I'd happily read a volume 2 or other sci-fi by Monae.
Historical SFF: Siren Queen by Nghi Vo (hard mode?). I am a huge fan of Vo's Singing Hills Cycle so I was looking forward to this one. (Even if I may be stretching the definition intended in this category - but this story is rooted in a specific historical setting, so I think it should count?). I saw a negative review point out that this book never really lost the "three novellas in a trenchcoat" structure that it apparently started out as. I'd probably have to agree with that, and the overall plot momentum was definitely the weakest point here, but I was enjoying reading about the world and main character's endeavors enough that I didn't mind.
Set in Space: Far from the Light of Heaven by Tade Thompson. I picked this book up after seeing someone on this sub describe it as an example of bad marketing - you think you're going to get a locked-room mystery on a spaceship, but that's really not what it is. And knowing that going in, I was more interested in the world constructed around the thriller at the core, which was one of space exploration and colonization at a still very much in-progress place. I was interested and engaged the whole time, but it didn't particularly grab me.
Row 2
Standalone: The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson (hard mode). I really loved this one! The central concept is one of the best examples of having the sci-fi rules of the world directly tied into and supporting the main themes of the story I've seen in a while. The character work with the protagonist was also really strong. Excited to see what Johnson does next.
Anti-Hero: Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel. This was my hardest square to fill from the books I read last year (that I wasn't using elsewhere) and I think I'm stretching it with this one...because my biggest takeaway by the end was that I wanted the sinister interviewer to be more evil! I was so hooked at the beginning and through the middle, but I was hoping for a darker ending I guess.
Book Club: The Order of the Pure Moon Reflected in Water by Zen Cho. This is the fourth book by Cho I've read, and unfortunately the only one I haven't 100% loved. It was fine, but I really felt like it suffered from the length. I wanted more time to go deeper with these characters and world.
Cool Weapon: Spear by Nicola Griffith. I thought the writing in this was lovely, but something about it just didn't really stick with me after I finished it. I'd give something else by this author a try though.
Also, I thought I was going to use Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco for this square until I re-read the rules and I don't think it counts - which is frustrating because I do have strong opinions on that one!
Revolutions and Rebellions: She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan (hard mode). I read this for the Hugo packet this year, and I'm so glad I did. I was fascinated and absorbed the whole time by the motivations of all the characters, especially the protagonist, and it had such a great ending (I find more and more that books live and die by how well they stick the ending, for me).
Row 3
Name in the Title: Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. I've seen people talk about this book a lot here, so I don't have much more to add, but I love how this book does so many things well: it's a creepy-house horror, an epistolary novel, and a true crime thriller all in not much page length.
Author uses initials: Even Though I Knew the End by CL Polk. This one unfortunately combined two trends I already mentioned: a novella that I wanted to spend more time with,* and an ending that left me cold.
Published in 2022: The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean (hard mode). I went into this with sky-high expectations, because the premise is just so cool to me, and because of that I think it didn't quite blow me away as much as I was hoping. But I still really enjoyed it! I thought it did a really excellent job of immersing us in this subculture of the bookeaters that looked a lot like groups and themes we're familiar with but with a twist of the alien. I think this was a debut and I'd easily read Dean's next book.
Urban Fantasy: The Ghosts of Rose Hill by RM Romero. This was one of those YA books that I thought was fine, but I felt I would have really enjoyed more if I was in the actual target audience.
Set in Africa: Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor (hard mode). I keep thinking about the incredible pacing in this book: it takes place over just a couple of days, and we hop between a bunch of characters in that time (and, arguably, genres: I was expecting aliens to be the only speculative element, but that isn't the case), but it's frenetic and thrilling without being rushed. (I also read and loved Okorafor's Remote Control last year, but figured I had enough novellas on this list.)
Row 4
Non-Human Protagonist: Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree. I've already stated this on this sub: this book reads like fanfic for someone else's DnD campaign. Which I enjoyed, as someone who likes both DnD and fanfic, but I continue to be surprised by the really high praise I've seen for this book. It was enjoyable for a day or two of reading but nothing that special beyond that.
Wibbly wobbly timey wimey: My Real Children by Jo Walton (hard mode). This was great - gripped me all the way through. I don't know what else to say besides that it was just a neat premise really well executed.
Five Short Stories: I subscribed to a few magazines last year, and have been tracking the stories I've read out of them, so I had a bunch to choose from! My top 5 short stories I read last year:
Mental Health: Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey (hard mode). I had super high hopes for this book because The Echo Wife floored me in the best way, and I was not disappointed. This book made me uncomfortable in exactly the way I wanted. I will read whatever Gailey writes next.
Self Published: Not Seeing is a Flower by Erhu Kome (hard mode). This was a fun short read with a very cool concept.
Row 5
Award Finalist: Skyward Inn by Aliya Whiteley (hard mode). This was not really what I thought it would be - I thought it would focus more on the titular inn, I guess - but I really liked how it just got more unsettling as it went along. A nice slow build. (I also ranked one of Whiteley's short stories, Cold Trade, in my top 10 this year).
BIPOC Author: The Sleepless by Victor Manibo. My favorite thing about this book was just spending time in the what-if scenario where some people lose the need/ability to sleep and exploring what that world would look like and how it would develop from our own. Didn't quite stick the landing but I'd read another book from Manibo, especially since this was a debut.
Shapeshifters: A Snake Falls to Earth by Darcie Little Badger (hard mode). This was a YA that did hit for me even as an adult! I thought the two worlds and the stakes between them were well-balanced and blended together.
No Ifs, Ands, or Buts: Native Tongue by Suzette Haden Elgin. I read this last spring and it was my favorite book I read last year. I don't really know how to explain why; I just read it at the exact time I needed to. I loved how this book dwelled on the mundane day-to-day tasks of living in a dystopia contrasted against the long timeframe and long-term goals of the various characters.
Family Matters: The Last Dreamwalker by Rita Woods (hard mode). What I keep coming back to with this book was that it was a little messy in the way that dreams and families are. The protagonist changes her mind and leaves and comes back a couple times and retraces her steps in a way that just felt very real.
My goal for next year is to write up reviews as I go along, because trying to do these all at once and think back made me wish I had better notes!
*I worry this makes it seem like I don't like novellas, but I do, I'm just a little picky and I read several that I really liked last year! But none of my favorites filled a bingo square.
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Row 1
LGBTQIA List Book: Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey. This book had been hovering around on my radar for a while, so this was the impetus I needed to actually read it! I loved the mix of personal and political stakes in Phedre's story and the nuanced ways all her relationships developed over the course of the book. I'm also a sucker for a hot evil woman. Planning to read the next one this year!
Weird Ecology: Dawn by Octavia Butler (hard mode). I read the second book, too, but I think I liked Dawn better (plus, I think it fits this category better, being on the ship the whole time). I think this book is incredible and is really a triumph of perspective - we're brought along with Lilith every step of the way, as her feelings towards the aliens, other humans, and herself changes. I'll be finishing the trilogy soon.
Two or More Authors: The Memory Librarian by Janelle Monae (and others) (hard mode). I was excited when I heard about this book because I really liked the Dirty Computer album/film. I thought it was an interesting decision to make this a book of stories with really very little connective tissue between them, rather than something more tightly woven, but I think it worked out. (The one story that is a more-or-less sequel to the album actually ended up being my least favorite, I think). My favorite stories in here were probably the titular one and "Timebox." I'd happily read a volume 2 or other sci-fi by Monae.
Historical SFF: Siren Queen by Nghi Vo (hard mode?). I am a huge fan of Vo's Singing Hills Cycle so I was looking forward to this one. (Even if I may be stretching the definition intended in this category - but this story is rooted in a specific historical setting, so I think it should count?). I saw a negative review point out that this book never really lost the "three novellas in a trenchcoat" structure that it apparently started out as. I'd probably have to agree with that, and the overall plot momentum was definitely the weakest point here, but I was enjoying reading about the world and main character's endeavors enough that I didn't mind.
Set in Space: Far from the Light of Heaven by Tade Thompson. I picked this book up after seeing someone on this sub describe it as an example of bad marketing - you think you're going to get a locked-room mystery on a spaceship, but that's really not what it is. And knowing that going in, I was more interested in the world constructed around the thriller at the core, which was one of space exploration and colonization at a still very much in-progress place. I was interested and engaged the whole time, but it didn't particularly grab me.
Row 2
Standalone: The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson (hard mode). I really loved this one! The central concept is one of the best examples of having the sci-fi rules of the world directly tied into and supporting the main themes of the story I've seen in a while. The character work with the protagonist was also really strong. Excited to see what Johnson does next.
Anti-Hero: Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel. This was my hardest square to fill from the books I read last year (that I wasn't using elsewhere) and I think I'm stretching it with this one...because my biggest takeaway by the end was that I wanted the sinister interviewer to be more evil! I was so hooked at the beginning and through the middle, but I was hoping for a darker ending I guess.
Book Club: The Order of the Pure Moon Reflected in Water by Zen Cho. This is the fourth book by Cho I've read, and unfortunately the only one I haven't 100% loved. It was fine, but I really felt like it suffered from the length. I wanted more time to go deeper with these characters and world.
Cool Weapon: Spear by Nicola Griffith. I thought the writing in this was lovely, but something about it just didn't really stick with me after I finished it. I'd give something else by this author a try though.
Also, I thought I was going to use Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco for this square until I re-read the rules and I don't think it counts - which is frustrating because I do have strong opinions on that one!
Revolutions and Rebellions: She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan (hard mode). I read this for the Hugo packet this year, and I'm so glad I did. I was fascinated and absorbed the whole time by the motivations of all the characters, especially the protagonist, and it had such a great ending (I find more and more that books live and die by how well they stick the ending, for me).
Row 3
Name in the Title: Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. I've seen people talk about this book a lot here, so I don't have much more to add, but I love how this book does so many things well: it's a creepy-house horror, an epistolary novel, and a true crime thriller all in not much page length.
Author uses initials: Even Though I Knew the End by CL Polk. This one unfortunately combined two trends I already mentioned: a novella that I wanted to spend more time with,* and an ending that left me cold.
Published in 2022: The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean (hard mode). I went into this with sky-high expectations, because the premise is just so cool to me, and because of that I think it didn't quite blow me away as much as I was hoping. But I still really enjoyed it! I thought it did a really excellent job of immersing us in this subculture of the bookeaters that looked a lot like groups and themes we're familiar with but with a twist of the alien. I think this was a debut and I'd easily read Dean's next book.
Urban Fantasy: The Ghosts of Rose Hill by RM Romero. This was one of those YA books that I thought was fine, but I felt I would have really enjoyed more if I was in the actual target audience.
Set in Africa: Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor (hard mode). I keep thinking about the incredible pacing in this book: it takes place over just a couple of days, and we hop between a bunch of characters in that time (and, arguably, genres: I was expecting aliens to be the only speculative element, but that isn't the case), but it's frenetic and thrilling without being rushed. (I also read and loved Okorafor's Remote Control last year, but figured I had enough novellas on this list.)
Row 4
Non-Human Protagonist: Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree. I've already stated this on this sub: this book reads like fanfic for someone else's DnD campaign. Which I enjoyed, as someone who likes both DnD and fanfic, but I continue to be surprised by the really high praise I've seen for this book. It was enjoyable for a day or two of reading but nothing that special beyond that.
Wibbly wobbly timey wimey: My Real Children by Jo Walton (hard mode). This was great - gripped me all the way through. I don't know what else to say besides that it was just a neat premise really well executed.
Five Short Stories: I subscribed to a few magazines last year, and have been tracking the stories I've read out of them, so I had a bunch to choose from! My top 5 short stories I read last year:
- Shining Bursa and the Listening Post (Sarah Pauling, Clarkesworld)
- Give Me English (Ai Jiang, F&SF)
- A Brief and Hideous Scrawl (Erin Brown, FIYAH)
- To Hunger, as with Perfect Faith (Radha Kai Zan, Uncanny)
- The Whelk (Samara Auman, Clarkesworld)
Mental Health: Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey (hard mode). I had super high hopes for this book because The Echo Wife floored me in the best way, and I was not disappointed. This book made me uncomfortable in exactly the way I wanted. I will read whatever Gailey writes next.
Self Published: Not Seeing is a Flower by Erhu Kome (hard mode). This was a fun short read with a very cool concept.
Row 5
Award Finalist: Skyward Inn by Aliya Whiteley (hard mode). This was not really what I thought it would be - I thought it would focus more on the titular inn, I guess - but I really liked how it just got more unsettling as it went along. A nice slow build. (I also ranked one of Whiteley's short stories, Cold Trade, in my top 10 this year).
BIPOC Author: The Sleepless by Victor Manibo. My favorite thing about this book was just spending time in the what-if scenario where some people lose the need/ability to sleep and exploring what that world would look like and how it would develop from our own. Didn't quite stick the landing but I'd read another book from Manibo, especially since this was a debut.
Shapeshifters: A Snake Falls to Earth by Darcie Little Badger (hard mode). This was a YA that did hit for me even as an adult! I thought the two worlds and the stakes between them were well-balanced and blended together.
No Ifs, Ands, or Buts: Native Tongue by Suzette Haden Elgin. I read this last spring and it was my favorite book I read last year. I don't really know how to explain why; I just read it at the exact time I needed to. I loved how this book dwelled on the mundane day-to-day tasks of living in a dystopia contrasted against the long timeframe and long-term goals of the various characters.
Family Matters: The Last Dreamwalker by Rita Woods (hard mode). What I keep coming back to with this book was that it was a little messy in the way that dreams and families are. The protagonist changes her mind and leaves and comes back a couple times and retraces her steps in a way that just felt very real.
My goal for next year is to write up reviews as I go along, because trying to do these all at once and think back made me wish I had better notes!
*I worry this makes it seem like I don't like novellas, but I do, I'm just a little picky and I read several that I really liked last year! But none of my favorites filled a bingo square.
2023.04.01 00:33 Throwaway4writter [short] Warptouched
Hi everyone! this is my first time writing something that is truly my own and not a fanfic, so any critique, advice, or tip is welcome. Maybe i'll write a chapter 2 but i have nothing planned out in particular, i'd especially like to know if my writing about the feeling of the warp and the body change was good
CW: Body horror, but shown in a not really negative light. Will be more prevalent in future chapters.
June 26 2458
I remember the day of my ship's warp drive failure. We were flying to a small colony to sell our goods, we were a fairly unremarkable ship of a small trading company, we stopped to check our trajectory and promptly started going back into FTL. Then, it happened. Just as the drive was warming up, the ship shook, the monitors lit up indicating a hit, and the warp poured in.
It was undescribable, a brief flash of colors, and then, it swallows you. It touches you in every ways you could ever be touched, inventing new ones at it's leisure, you're blind and yet see everything you could never have seen, you can feel your skin bubbling and your flesh twisting with all the precision of it happening to someone else, your ears are filled with a cacophony of overlapping voices and sounds clear as a white hot razor blade cutting through your brain and yet whose meaning melds together. The air smells of sulfur, cotton candy, flesh and nostalgia as breathing it in fills your lungs with ash, oxygen, and the visions of loved ones, minutes pass by in years felt in seconds, your every nerve endings fire everything they can as strongly as they can, you smell colors, hear touch, feel memories, you feel everything you could have ever felt, and as abruptly as it started, it stops.
You blackout, and then nothing. Void. Null. Zero. Nada. Niet. A black void, after feeling everything, you feel nothing, and the previous shot of stimulation keeps you awake even as your body lies unconscious. You wait for hours, and eventually, you wake up. It's finished, your mind's clear, you look around, trying to understand what just happened, and you see your body, and you realize that now, you're one of the others, that now, you're warptouched, too.
For me, i got off easy, my form was still humanoid, and though most of my body was blasted by the warp only the upper right part was affected by the flesh change. I got the standard overcooked-ground-beef looking skin, my arm onward from the first half of the shoulder is now made of black sticks wide as a strand of hair roughly following where my bones should have been, but i still have as much dexterity and strength. My teeths are fused together in two plates at each sides of my mouth that i can move separately from my jaw in a fashion similar to crabs and a bit of my lips melted together on the left, this makes eating large things difficult, though i now barely needed any food.
My right eye was stretched diagonally toward my right cheek and became blind while my left eye shifted slightly to the side, swelled, and became compound. Although the pupil could still be seen jerking on its surface it was purely cosmetic and i now saw through what used to be my sclera that is now a fleshy red like a severely irritated eye. I lacked depth perception and being able to see UV lights was disorienting at first, though i adapted after a few months. My nose was gone and my nostrils now stretched into two ridges along the side of my left cheek, left cheek which was now immobile, held in place by a flexible plate of cartilage. It made my breathing better.
I'm one of the lucky ones ; my face is classified as a memetic hazard and i have to wear an evac suit at all times to hide myself, but i can still fit in a humanoid suit, and i'm still alive, which alone makes me more lucky than the 13 other crewmembers who were on that ship.
I can still work and function pretty normally, just without showing myself, and i just got a job at the ZBCSS Boreal, a massive cargo ship of an even bigger company. It was fine for two weeks or so, i worked at the auxiliary control bay so i only rarely met peoples, i did my job uninterrupted and everything went smoothly. But when in the communal halls, i could hear them. Rumors started spreading ; no one saw me eat for the two weeks, or saw me out of my evac suit, some others started talking about hearing a clicking in my voice despite having never talked to me, and so on.
This powder keg was now lit, but i heard protestations against these rumors sometimes. Most of the time, they unsurprisingly came from figures clad in evac suits, though it was a nice surprise to see regular humans speak against them, too.
Most of the crew comes from the Centaurus sector, and it shows. Their government started becoming more and more authoritarian in the past years, economic crisis already pushed them into extremes, but the revolution and ensuing military dictature in the neighboring Harcrow Sector seemed to have given them ideas, and a thing to blame for their woes, it wouldnt be long before this whole thing blew up.
ZBCSS = Zavaleta Biotech Commerce Space Ship
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CW: Body horror, but shown in a not really negative light. Will be more prevalent in future chapters.
June 26 2458
I remember the day of my ship's warp drive failure. We were flying to a small colony to sell our goods, we were a fairly unremarkable ship of a small trading company, we stopped to check our trajectory and promptly started going back into FTL. Then, it happened. Just as the drive was warming up, the ship shook, the monitors lit up indicating a hit, and the warp poured in.
It was undescribable, a brief flash of colors, and then, it swallows you. It touches you in every ways you could ever be touched, inventing new ones at it's leisure, you're blind and yet see everything you could never have seen, you can feel your skin bubbling and your flesh twisting with all the precision of it happening to someone else, your ears are filled with a cacophony of overlapping voices and sounds clear as a white hot razor blade cutting through your brain and yet whose meaning melds together. The air smells of sulfur, cotton candy, flesh and nostalgia as breathing it in fills your lungs with ash, oxygen, and the visions of loved ones, minutes pass by in years felt in seconds, your every nerve endings fire everything they can as strongly as they can, you smell colors, hear touch, feel memories, you feel everything you could have ever felt, and as abruptly as it started, it stops.
You blackout, and then nothing. Void. Null. Zero. Nada. Niet. A black void, after feeling everything, you feel nothing, and the previous shot of stimulation keeps you awake even as your body lies unconscious. You wait for hours, and eventually, you wake up. It's finished, your mind's clear, you look around, trying to understand what just happened, and you see your body, and you realize that now, you're one of the others, that now, you're warptouched, too.
For me, i got off easy, my form was still humanoid, and though most of my body was blasted by the warp only the upper right part was affected by the flesh change. I got the standard overcooked-ground-beef looking skin, my arm onward from the first half of the shoulder is now made of black sticks wide as a strand of hair roughly following where my bones should have been, but i still have as much dexterity and strength. My teeths are fused together in two plates at each sides of my mouth that i can move separately from my jaw in a fashion similar to crabs and a bit of my lips melted together on the left, this makes eating large things difficult, though i now barely needed any food.
My right eye was stretched diagonally toward my right cheek and became blind while my left eye shifted slightly to the side, swelled, and became compound. Although the pupil could still be seen jerking on its surface it was purely cosmetic and i now saw through what used to be my sclera that is now a fleshy red like a severely irritated eye. I lacked depth perception and being able to see UV lights was disorienting at first, though i adapted after a few months. My nose was gone and my nostrils now stretched into two ridges along the side of my left cheek, left cheek which was now immobile, held in place by a flexible plate of cartilage. It made my breathing better.
I'm one of the lucky ones ; my face is classified as a memetic hazard and i have to wear an evac suit at all times to hide myself, but i can still fit in a humanoid suit, and i'm still alive, which alone makes me more lucky than the 13 other crewmembers who were on that ship.
I can still work and function pretty normally, just without showing myself, and i just got a job at the ZBCSS Boreal, a massive cargo ship of an even bigger company. It was fine for two weeks or so, i worked at the auxiliary control bay so i only rarely met peoples, i did my job uninterrupted and everything went smoothly. But when in the communal halls, i could hear them. Rumors started spreading ; no one saw me eat for the two weeks, or saw me out of my evac suit, some others started talking about hearing a clicking in my voice despite having never talked to me, and so on.
This powder keg was now lit, but i heard protestations against these rumors sometimes. Most of the time, they unsurprisingly came from figures clad in evac suits, though it was a nice surprise to see regular humans speak against them, too.
Most of the crew comes from the Centaurus sector, and it shows. Their government started becoming more and more authoritarian in the past years, economic crisis already pushed them into extremes, but the revolution and ensuing military dictature in the neighboring Harcrow Sector seemed to have given them ideas, and a thing to blame for their woes, it wouldnt be long before this whole thing blew up.
ZBCSS = Zavaleta Biotech Commerce Space Ship
2023.03.31 23:54 Tsunotaro_34 Mira os enseño!
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2023.03.31 23:05 CompassWithHat Top Lasgun: Fireworks
FIRST CHAPTER PREVIOUS CHAPTER
This product is a fanfic of the Sexy Space Babes/Between Worlds product of u/Bluefishcake and one I highly suggest you read. It was created with permission, but give the OG works some love.
Imgr gallery of Comissioned and Fan Artworks
//////////
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
These three directions were how one survived engaging in boarding action or breaching small spaces.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
If you lost any one of them, the enemy gained the advantage, for the defender always had the edge.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
When grenades fell from silent ventilation into the gathered groups of corpses and boarding marines, the pirates had the surprise. As the flashbangs and concussive grenades detonated, they gained violence. As the sealed doors flew open and laser fire began to lance out, impacting shields and armor, they had violence of action. They moved quickly into prepared defenses, kicking aside corpses and throwing bodies over barricades to add more protection, speeding to take their places in this dance.
The pirates were leading this fight, and the Boarding Marines were pinned down.
Something had to change.
“FORM A CIRCLE AND RETURN FIRE!” Salt-1, First LT Yurath called out, dragging Private Snu’fee into the center of the boarding shield ring. “And keep those plates planted. If anyone lets a frag roll between them, I’ll kill you myself.”
It took every speck of willpower for Snu’fee to shove her helmet back and get her rifle firing, shooting at anything even as the projected laser lines began to fill her HUD. It took every bit of training to not just curl into a ball and hide. It took the sheer weight of her larger LT’s presence at her back to let her bring her rifle and begin firing.
“Three targets 12!”
“Seven at 5.”
“Watch those airlocks. Keep them down.”
“Grenade! Brace!”
“Impacts! Keep steady!”
The steady chatter of her squad kept her together, grounded.
And finally, she saw the foe. A ramshackle void suit with a patched up helmet and deep purple face. A handful of ceramic tiles pulled from industrial equipment hung across their chest like armor as a cut down civilian laser melded to a high power energy cell turned the hunting weapon into something with a punch.
The pirate special.
Others might wear full void suits, or even discount Consortium armored suits, but for the most part, pirates worked with what they had on hand and while their ships and navy would be the crème of the crop, those sent to pin down the poor bastards huddled in a circle with boarding shields would only have what they could buy.
Except for one piece of equipment.
A grenade. The pirate’s greatest weapon of terror. An oxygen-eater.
Snu’fee’s Khomother told her once that the most terrifying thing any crew could see was a spread of grenades rolling across the floor, glowing white as their chemical reaction sucked in and consumed every molecule of O2 in the room. Anyone without a helmet was doomed to choke, and those without good seals could see their masks burst or be ripped from their face due to the pressure differential.
Her team wore full helmets.
The enemy was wearing a mix of civilian helmets, masks, and the occasional full voidsuit.
Her team’s helmets had pressure treated, shock resistant, impact dispersing glass behind their sealed visual devices.
The enemy did not.
She leveled her rifle at the bright red grenade resting on the pirate’s vest and fired.
Private Snu’fee almost smiled as the pirate began to scream, and the oxygen eater began to glow white.
//////////
Aktrita Vulin gripped the controls of her old fighter as the armored panel drifted away from her hidden hangar bay. Honestly, it could barely be called that; the makeshift cradle had her old Sevesh Standard Aerospace Fighter plugged into reserve power and life support, so its very visible engines wouldn’t show on any basic scan of the area.
And so she was left to sit and wait in her coffin, waiting for the call to scramble, launch and kill.
But it wasn’t so bad, the Sevesh Standard had seats that could turn around, and since her copilot got killed in a brawl three months ago, the old cunt’s seat was now full of snacks.
Vulin rolled her head, cracking her neck, as the call to deploy came over the radio, shutting up the stupid beeping the back seat console was making.
“Yes, I know I’m close to something else; shut up!” She said with a laugh.
It was just a single Interceptor and a shuttle, how hard could it be?
The last thing to go through her mind was a standard issue ‘cockpit seeker’ micro missile.
//////////
With the sound of shattering glass, the pirate assault was broken.
The lesser equipped pirates began to choke as oxygen left the room, the pressure differential ripping half face masks from their lips and popping open any weak point in visors.
As the unlucky pirate with a string of oxygen eaters burning away at their chest screamed, the Patrol Naval Infantry swiftly took initiative back.
“All forces,” First Lieutenant Yurath called out, “prepare to move. We are falling back to the gunship to regroup.”
“LT, what about any survivors?” Private Snu’fee asked the Rakiri.
1st LT Yurath casually headshot a pirate pulling the pin from a grenade, letting the woman fall back into the panicking crowd of her scumbag compatriots as the senior officer’s soldiers sent out killing bolts in perfect volleys. “We can’t help them if we’re pinned down for anyone who has a recoilless. All forces, fall back on my mark.”
There was a pause as everyone reloaded and readied flash grenades.
“Mark.”
//////////
“Where the hell are they? I thought we were just fighting a gunship! Did we get bounced by stealth Interceptors?” Pilot Nephra Cadish screamed at her RIO. The backseater was turning around in her ball turret, searching every which way for the slightest hint of what was hunting them in the dark.
The moment the doors dropped, the entire side lit up with explosions, like someone had been waiting for them to appear and give them a target. “I’m not seeing anything. Scanners are fucked and this-” she bashed the console with a hand- “Goddess damned equipment isn’t doing anything to stop it! I thought Interceptor ECM was a joke!” RIO Krukis’ada screamed back.
“It is! It should be!” Cadish swore, spiralling around, trying to see where the fire was coming from before there was a meaty smack and a blue smear appeared on the wing.
It was a body.
Goddess, it was a body.
A large dish drifted in the cloud of debris, showing what remained of their AWACS and E-War support.
“Goddess,” Cadish prayed, “please don’t let me die here.”
Krukis’ada screamed and let loose a burst of laser fire at a flash of something she saw.
“There! There! Bring me around, I think I see it!”
“What? What do you see?”
“Wings! Grey Wings!”
For a split second, Cadish saw them too.
But, unfortunately, the Grey Winged Hunter was staring back.
And its laser cannon had them dead in its sights.
//////////
They fell back in solid order, Snu’fee opening doors and leading the way back to their shuttle as her companions lay down fire on any pirate scum who poked their heads out to be shot.
Luckily, after that trick with the grenade, it seemed like most of the assorted scum was willing to sit back and barely poke their heads out. Probably helped that the group was retreating.
“Almost to the airlock,” Snu’fee reported. “Gunship is still there. She says we’ve got time to pick up the floater before we disengage and begin maneuvers.”
“Good,” Yurath replied. “At least we’ll save one person from this Huntress forsaken mess.”
//////////
When the explosions went off, and everyone began screaming, it took everything in Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s considerable mental fortitude to not choke.
Mostly because she was halfway through swallowing a bite of protein bar she had found stashed between her rumble seat and the center console.
Could you blame her? Her meals kept getting interrupted.
M’liona pulled her oxygen mask back into place, throwing her barely eaten protein bar into the center console. “LT Yurath, what’s going on?”
“Ambush!” the Rakiri reported. “Are you secure?”
A quick glance back to console screen showed the remaining pod of Marines throwing her a thumbs up from behind their heavy, mounted cannon had her feeling at least slightly relieved. “Yep, we’re secure. They aren’t trying to push us for now and if they do, well, the ol’ repeater‘ll put ‘em down.”
“Use proper comms discipline,” Yurath chided the pilot. “Hold for further instructions.”
“Alrightyroo Lieutenitoo!" M’liona replied, glancing longingly at the protein bar.
The silence over her radio sounded of victory.
She waited longer, anticipating the call, listening in on the naval infantry circle up and fighting well, fighting hard.
“Shuttle. We are returning, prepare to receive us and lift off. We will be rescuing the floater as well.”
“Shuttle to Salt-Actual, I confirm. We have time for the floater,” M’liona replied. There was time for snark, and relaying orders was not the time.
Probably also wasn’t the time to snark during an ambush, but the Shuttle Pilot had an image to uphold.
A quick jiggle of the sticks showed all thrusters warmed and ready to go. She could decompress and disengage with the station at a moment’s notice, the gravity drives were spooled up and weapons were ready.
It was at that point an alert began to ping on Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s sensor console.
//////////
Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash dove through the void, angling her old model Interceptor towards their captured space station. The dishonorably discharged pilot could hardly care that the rest of the scum with her was dying; she had a mission. And that mission involved making sure the crew in that pathetic gunship never left the station.
It made sense their client would entrust the task of silencing witnesses to her. After all, they were the ones who saved her from the noose.
Honestly, the male was asking for it, dressed like that. What was the harm in having a little fun?
She climbed and twisted through the interlacing superstructure of the station, dancing between struts and sliding underneath rotating segments. And then she saw it.
The gunship.
Gunship pilots were always disgusting to Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash. All the swagger and bravado of a proper pilot with none of the skills.
Her computer reported a partial lock; now she just needed to clear this Deep Damned station to get a clear shot at the solar sucking shuttle, and she could get back to the reexfight blossoming behind her.
There was obviously some advanced kit in the fray, dashing in and out of contact like that, and there was no way in the deep Ex-Flight Lieutennant Sentash was going to miss a fracas like that. The chance to score a kill against what was obviously a wing of elites?
It was time to show the stuck up prats why they shouldn’t dismiss a True daughter of the Imperium.
“Just a bit longer. I get to kill the stuck up dirtreex and then I can get back to the fun. Things I do for the Empress," Sentash muttered, idly bringing a hand up her forehead performing the gesture of woe. Never know when the Divine Empress was watching and she wasn’t going to be found lacking.
Her computer blared a lock right as she crested over a habitation tube and the old, trusty Interceptor brough it’s cannon to bear on the helpless shuttle.
There was a single problem.
It wasn’t Sentash’s cannon the system was screaming ‘lock’ about.
//////////
Cookie idly pulled the trigger on his stick in the middle of a spin as the powerful computer Milk tasked to guide his gun whispered ‘fire’ in a smooth, male voice.
A shouted warning from his backseater about someone trying to flank their gunship had him throw the Interceptor into a sharp patch, flinging it nearly 180 degrees to face behind as the Bostonian in the back ensured good lock. Then, with casual ease, the pair made ace.
“That’s four,” Milk reported. “Sixteen to go.”
Cookie finished the incredibly tight loop, letting his helmet roll, relieving some of the stress that had built up from the high g maneuver.
“Say it. You know you want to,” Milk said from the back, letting a single moment of levity bleed through the stress.
Cookie breathed in and glanced at the tactical map displayed on the console.
16 against 1.
“Time to dive into the fireworks,” The veteran pilot spoke with a savage glee.
Those poor bastards.
//////////
So! Two in a month! Or is it one in a month since the last one was delayed… Eh, doesn’t matter.
Next chapter is going to be fully Dogfighting goodness, no more edging. I can’t wait.
Comments, corrections and theories are always welcomed, interaction drives my motivation!
Have a wonderful day and I will see y’all later.
[NEXT CHAPTER]
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This product is a fanfic of the Sexy Space Babes/Between Worlds product of u/Bluefishcake and one I highly suggest you read. It was created with permission, but give the OG works some love.
Imgr gallery of Comissioned and Fan Artworks
//////////
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
These three directions were how one survived engaging in boarding action or breaching small spaces.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
If you lost any one of them, the enemy gained the advantage, for the defender always had the edge.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
When grenades fell from silent ventilation into the gathered groups of corpses and boarding marines, the pirates had the surprise. As the flashbangs and concussive grenades detonated, they gained violence. As the sealed doors flew open and laser fire began to lance out, impacting shields and armor, they had violence of action. They moved quickly into prepared defenses, kicking aside corpses and throwing bodies over barricades to add more protection, speeding to take their places in this dance.
The pirates were leading this fight, and the Boarding Marines were pinned down.
Something had to change.
“FORM A CIRCLE AND RETURN FIRE!” Salt-1, First LT Yurath called out, dragging Private Snu’fee into the center of the boarding shield ring. “And keep those plates planted. If anyone lets a frag roll between them, I’ll kill you myself.”
It took every speck of willpower for Snu’fee to shove her helmet back and get her rifle firing, shooting at anything even as the projected laser lines began to fill her HUD. It took every bit of training to not just curl into a ball and hide. It took the sheer weight of her larger LT’s presence at her back to let her bring her rifle and begin firing.
“Three targets 12!”
“Seven at 5.”
“Watch those airlocks. Keep them down.”
“Grenade! Brace!”
“Impacts! Keep steady!”
The steady chatter of her squad kept her together, grounded.
And finally, she saw the foe. A ramshackle void suit with a patched up helmet and deep purple face. A handful of ceramic tiles pulled from industrial equipment hung across their chest like armor as a cut down civilian laser melded to a high power energy cell turned the hunting weapon into something with a punch.
The pirate special.
Others might wear full void suits, or even discount Consortium armored suits, but for the most part, pirates worked with what they had on hand and while their ships and navy would be the crème of the crop, those sent to pin down the poor bastards huddled in a circle with boarding shields would only have what they could buy.
Except for one piece of equipment.
A grenade. The pirate’s greatest weapon of terror. An oxygen-eater.
Snu’fee’s Khomother told her once that the most terrifying thing any crew could see was a spread of grenades rolling across the floor, glowing white as their chemical reaction sucked in and consumed every molecule of O2 in the room. Anyone without a helmet was doomed to choke, and those without good seals could see their masks burst or be ripped from their face due to the pressure differential.
Her team wore full helmets.
The enemy was wearing a mix of civilian helmets, masks, and the occasional full voidsuit.
Her team’s helmets had pressure treated, shock resistant, impact dispersing glass behind their sealed visual devices.
The enemy did not.
She leveled her rifle at the bright red grenade resting on the pirate’s vest and fired.
Private Snu’fee almost smiled as the pirate began to scream, and the oxygen eater began to glow white.
//////////
Aktrita Vulin gripped the controls of her old fighter as the armored panel drifted away from her hidden hangar bay. Honestly, it could barely be called that; the makeshift cradle had her old Sevesh Standard Aerospace Fighter plugged into reserve power and life support, so its very visible engines wouldn’t show on any basic scan of the area.
And so she was left to sit and wait in her coffin, waiting for the call to scramble, launch and kill.
But it wasn’t so bad, the Sevesh Standard had seats that could turn around, and since her copilot got killed in a brawl three months ago, the old cunt’s seat was now full of snacks.
Vulin rolled her head, cracking her neck, as the call to deploy came over the radio, shutting up the stupid beeping the back seat console was making.
“Yes, I know I’m close to something else; shut up!” She said with a laugh.
It was just a single Interceptor and a shuttle, how hard could it be?
The last thing to go through her mind was a standard issue ‘cockpit seeker’ micro missile.
//////////
With the sound of shattering glass, the pirate assault was broken.
The lesser equipped pirates began to choke as oxygen left the room, the pressure differential ripping half face masks from their lips and popping open any weak point in visors.
As the unlucky pirate with a string of oxygen eaters burning away at their chest screamed, the Patrol Naval Infantry swiftly took initiative back.
“All forces,” First Lieutenant Yurath called out, “prepare to move. We are falling back to the gunship to regroup.”
“LT, what about any survivors?” Private Snu’fee asked the Rakiri.
1st LT Yurath casually headshot a pirate pulling the pin from a grenade, letting the woman fall back into the panicking crowd of her scumbag compatriots as the senior officer’s soldiers sent out killing bolts in perfect volleys. “We can’t help them if we’re pinned down for anyone who has a recoilless. All forces, fall back on my mark.”
There was a pause as everyone reloaded and readied flash grenades.
“Mark.”
//////////
“Where the hell are they? I thought we were just fighting a gunship! Did we get bounced by stealth Interceptors?” Pilot Nephra Cadish screamed at her RIO. The backseater was turning around in her ball turret, searching every which way for the slightest hint of what was hunting them in the dark.
The moment the doors dropped, the entire side lit up with explosions, like someone had been waiting for them to appear and give them a target. “I’m not seeing anything. Scanners are fucked and this-” she bashed the console with a hand- “Goddess damned equipment isn’t doing anything to stop it! I thought Interceptor ECM was a joke!” RIO Krukis’ada screamed back.
“It is! It should be!” Cadish swore, spiralling around, trying to see where the fire was coming from before there was a meaty smack and a blue smear appeared on the wing.
It was a body.
Goddess, it was a body.
A large dish drifted in the cloud of debris, showing what remained of their AWACS and E-War support.
“Goddess,” Cadish prayed, “please don’t let me die here.”
Krukis’ada screamed and let loose a burst of laser fire at a flash of something she saw.
“There! There! Bring me around, I think I see it!”
“What? What do you see?”
“Wings! Grey Wings!”
For a split second, Cadish saw them too.
But, unfortunately, the Grey Winged Hunter was staring back.
And its laser cannon had them dead in its sights.
//////////
They fell back in solid order, Snu’fee opening doors and leading the way back to their shuttle as her companions lay down fire on any pirate scum who poked their heads out to be shot.
Luckily, after that trick with the grenade, it seemed like most of the assorted scum was willing to sit back and barely poke their heads out. Probably helped that the group was retreating.
“Almost to the airlock,” Snu’fee reported. “Gunship is still there. She says we’ve got time to pick up the floater before we disengage and begin maneuvers.”
“Good,” Yurath replied. “At least we’ll save one person from this Huntress forsaken mess.”
//////////
When the explosions went off, and everyone began screaming, it took everything in Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s considerable mental fortitude to not choke.
Mostly because she was halfway through swallowing a bite of protein bar she had found stashed between her rumble seat and the center console.
Could you blame her? Her meals kept getting interrupted.
M’liona pulled her oxygen mask back into place, throwing her barely eaten protein bar into the center console. “LT Yurath, what’s going on?”
“Ambush!” the Rakiri reported. “Are you secure?”
A quick glance back to console screen showed the remaining pod of Marines throwing her a thumbs up from behind their heavy, mounted cannon had her feeling at least slightly relieved. “Yep, we’re secure. They aren’t trying to push us for now and if they do, well, the ol’ repeater‘ll put ‘em down.”
“Use proper comms discipline,” Yurath chided the pilot. “Hold for further instructions.”
“Alrightyroo Lieutenitoo!" M’liona replied, glancing longingly at the protein bar.
The silence over her radio sounded of victory.
She waited longer, anticipating the call, listening in on the naval infantry circle up and fighting well, fighting hard.
“Shuttle. We are returning, prepare to receive us and lift off. We will be rescuing the floater as well.”
“Shuttle to Salt-Actual, I confirm. We have time for the floater,” M’liona replied. There was time for snark, and relaying orders was not the time.
Probably also wasn’t the time to snark during an ambush, but the Shuttle Pilot had an image to uphold.
A quick jiggle of the sticks showed all thrusters warmed and ready to go. She could decompress and disengage with the station at a moment’s notice, the gravity drives were spooled up and weapons were ready.
It was at that point an alert began to ping on Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s sensor console.
//////////
Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash dove through the void, angling her old model Interceptor towards their captured space station. The dishonorably discharged pilot could hardly care that the rest of the scum with her was dying; she had a mission. And that mission involved making sure the crew in that pathetic gunship never left the station.
It made sense their client would entrust the task of silencing witnesses to her. After all, they were the ones who saved her from the noose.
Honestly, the male was asking for it, dressed like that. What was the harm in having a little fun?
She climbed and twisted through the interlacing superstructure of the station, dancing between struts and sliding underneath rotating segments. And then she saw it.
The gunship.
Gunship pilots were always disgusting to Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash. All the swagger and bravado of a proper pilot with none of the skills.
Her computer reported a partial lock; now she just needed to clear this Deep Damned station to get a clear shot at the solar sucking shuttle, and she could get back to the reexfight blossoming behind her.
There was obviously some advanced kit in the fray, dashing in and out of contact like that, and there was no way in the deep Ex-Flight Lieutennant Sentash was going to miss a fracas like that. The chance to score a kill against what was obviously a wing of elites?
It was time to show the stuck up prats why they shouldn’t dismiss a True daughter of the Imperium.
“Just a bit longer. I get to kill the stuck up dirtreex and then I can get back to the fun. Things I do for the Empress," Sentash muttered, idly bringing a hand up her forehead performing the gesture of woe. Never know when the Divine Empress was watching and she wasn’t going to be found lacking.
Her computer blared a lock right as she crested over a habitation tube and the old, trusty Interceptor brough it’s cannon to bear on the helpless shuttle.
There was a single problem.
It wasn’t Sentash’s cannon the system was screaming ‘lock’ about.
//////////
Cookie idly pulled the trigger on his stick in the middle of a spin as the powerful computer Milk tasked to guide his gun whispered ‘fire’ in a smooth, male voice.
A shouted warning from his backseater about someone trying to flank their gunship had him throw the Interceptor into a sharp patch, flinging it nearly 180 degrees to face behind as the Bostonian in the back ensured good lock. Then, with casual ease, the pair made ace.
“That’s four,” Milk reported. “Sixteen to go.”
Cookie finished the incredibly tight loop, letting his helmet roll, relieving some of the stress that had built up from the high g maneuver.
“Say it. You know you want to,” Milk said from the back, letting a single moment of levity bleed through the stress.
Cookie breathed in and glanced at the tactical map displayed on the console.
16 against 1.
“Time to dive into the fireworks,” The veteran pilot spoke with a savage glee.
Those poor bastards.
//////////
So! Two in a month! Or is it one in a month since the last one was delayed… Eh, doesn’t matter.
Next chapter is going to be fully Dogfighting goodness, no more edging. I can’t wait.
Comments, corrections and theories are always welcomed, interaction drives my motivation!
Have a wonderful day and I will see y’all later.
[NEXT CHAPTER]
2023.03.31 23:05 CompassWithHat Top Lasgun 39: Fireworks
FIRST CHAPTER PREVIOUS CHAPTER
This product is a fanfic of the Sexy Space Babes/Between Worlds product of u/Bluefishcake and one I highly suggest you read. It was created with permission, but give the OG works some love.
Imgr gallery of Comissioned and Fan Artworks
//////////
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
These three directions were how one survived engaging in boarding action or breaching small spaces.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
If you lost any one of them, the enemy gained the advantage, for the defender always had the edge.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
When grenades fell from silent ventilation into the gathered groups of corpses and boarding marines, the pirates had the surprise. As the flashbangs and concussive grenades detonated, they gained violence. As the sealed doors flew open and laser fire began to lance out, impacting shields and armor, they had violence of action. They moved quickly into prepared defenses, kicking aside corpses and throwing bodies over barricades to add more protection, speeding to take their places in this dance.
The pirates were leading this fight, and the Boarding Marines were pinned down.
Something had to change.
“FORM A CIRCLE AND RETURN FIRE!” Salt-1, First LT Yurath called out, dragging Private Snu’fee into the center of the boarding shield ring. “And keep those plates planted. If anyone lets a frag roll between them, I’ll kill you myself.”
It took every speck of willpower for Snu’fee to shove her helmet back and get her rifle firing, shooting at anything even as the projected laser lines began to fill her HUD. It took every bit of training to not just curl into a ball and hide. It took the sheer weight of her larger LT’s presence at her back to let her bring her rifle and begin firing.
“Three targets 12!”
“Seven at 5.”
“Watch those airlocks. Keep them down.”
“Grenade! Brace!”
“Impacts! Keep steady!”
The steady chatter of her squad kept her together, grounded.
And finally, she saw the foe. A ramshackle void suit with a patched up helmet and deep purple face. A handful of ceramic tiles pulled from industrial equipment hung across their chest like armor as a cut down civilian laser melded to a high power energy cell turned the hunting weapon into something with a punch.
The pirate special.
Others might wear full void suits, or even discount Consortium armored suits, but for the most part, pirates worked with what they had on hand and while their ships and navy would be the crème of the crop, those sent to pin down the poor bastards huddled in a circle with boarding shields would only have what they could buy.
Except for one piece of equipment.
A grenade. The pirate’s greatest weapon of terror. An oxygen-eater.
Snu’fee’s Khomother told her once that the most terrifying thing any crew could see was a spread of grenades rolling across the floor, glowing white as their chemical reaction sucked in and consumed every molecule of O2 in the room. Anyone without a helmet was doomed to choke, and those without good seals could see their masks burst or be ripped from their face due to the pressure differential.
Her team wore full helmets.
The enemy was wearing a mix of civilian helmets, masks, and the occasional full voidsuit.
Her team’s helmets had pressure treated, shock resistant, impact dispersing glass behind their sealed visual devices.
The enemy did not.
She leveled her rifle at the bright red grenade resting on the pirate’s vest and fired.
Private Snu’fee almost smiled as the pirate began to scream, and the oxygen eater began to glow white.
//////////
Aktrita Vulin gripped the controls of her old fighter as the armored panel drifted away from her hidden hangar bay. Honestly, it could barely be called that; the makeshift cradle had her old Sevesh Standard Aerospace Fighter plugged into reserve power and life support, so its very visible engines wouldn’t show on any basic scan of the area.
And so she was left to sit and wait in her coffin, waiting for the call to scramble, launch and kill.
But it wasn’t so bad, the Sevesh Standard had seats that could turn around, and since her copilot got killed in a brawl three months ago, the old cunt’s seat was now full of snacks.
Vulin rolled her head, cracking her neck, as the call to deploy came over the radio, shutting up the stupid beeping the back seat console was making.
“Yes, I know I’m close to something else; shut up!” She said with a laugh.
It was just a single Interceptor and a shuttle, how hard could it be?
The last thing to go through her mind was a standard issue ‘cockpit seeker’ micro missile.
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With the sound of shattering glass, the pirate assault was broken.
The lesser equipped pirates began to choke as oxygen left the room, the pressure differential ripping half face masks from their lips and popping open any weak point in visors.
As the unlucky pirate with a string of oxygen eaters burning away at their chest screamed, the Patrol Naval Infantry swiftly took initiative back.
“All forces,” First Lieutenant Yurath called out, “prepare to move. We are falling back to the gunship to regroup.”
“LT, what about any survivors?” Private Snu’fee asked the Rakiri.
1st LT Yurath casually headshot a pirate pulling the pin from a grenade, letting the woman fall back into the panicking crowd of her scumbag compatriots as the senior officer’s soldiers sent out killing bolts in perfect volleys. “We can’t help them if we’re pinned down for anyone who has a recoilless. All forces, fall back on my mark.”
There was a pause as everyone reloaded and readied flash grenades.
“Mark.”
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“Where the hell are they? I thought we were just fighting a gunship! Did we get bounced by stealth Interceptors?” Pilot Nephra Cadish screamed at her RIO. The backseater was turning around in her ball turret, searching every which way for the slightest hint of what was hunting them in the dark.
The moment the doors dropped, the entire side lit up with explosions, like someone had been waiting for them to appear and give them a target. “I’m not seeing anything. Scanners are fucked and this-” she bashed the console with a hand- “Goddess damned equipment isn’t doing anything to stop it! I thought Interceptor ECM was a joke!” RIO Krukis’ada screamed back.
“It is! It should be!” Cadish swore, spiralling around, trying to see where the fire was coming from before there was a meaty smack and a blue smear appeared on the wing.
It was a body.
Goddess, it was a body.
A large dish drifted in the cloud of debris, showing what remained of their AWACS and E-War support.
“Goddess,” Cadish prayed, “please don’t let me die here.”
Krukis’ada screamed and let loose a burst of laser fire at a flash of something she saw.
“There! There! Bring me around, I think I see it!”
“What? What do you see?”
“Wings! Grey Wings!”
For a split second, Cadish saw them too.
But, unfortunately, the Grey Winged Hunter was staring back.
And its laser cannon had them dead in its sights.
//////////
They fell back in solid order, Snu’fee opening doors and leading the way back to their shuttle as her companions lay down fire on any pirate scum who poked their heads out to be shot.
Luckily, after that trick with the grenade, it seemed like most of the assorted scum was willing to sit back and barely poke their heads out. Probably helped that the group was retreating.
“Almost to the airlock,” Snu’fee reported. “Gunship is still there. She says we’ve got time to pick up the floater before we disengage and begin maneuvers.”
“Good,” Yurath replied. “At least we’ll save one person from this Huntress forsaken mess.”
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When the explosions went off, and everyone began screaming, it took everything in Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s considerable mental fortitude to not choke.
Mostly because she was halfway through swallowing a bite of protein bar she had found stashed between her rumble seat and the center console.
Could you blame her? Her meals kept getting interrupted.
M’liona pulled her oxygen mask back into place, throwing her barely eaten protein bar into the center console. “LT Yurath, what’s going on?”
“Ambush!” the Rakiri reported. “Are you secure?”
A quick glance back to console screen showed the remaining pod of Marines throwing her a thumbs up from behind their heavy, mounted cannon had her feeling at least slightly relieved. “Yep, we’re secure. They aren’t trying to push us for now and if they do, well, the ol’ repeater‘ll put ‘em down.”
“Use proper comms discipline,” Yurath chided the pilot. “Hold for further instructions.”
“Alrightyroo Lieutenitoo!" M’liona replied, glancing longingly at the protein bar.
The silence over her radio sounded of victory.
She waited longer, anticipating the call, listening in on the naval infantry circle up and fighting well, fighting hard.
“Shuttle. We are returning, prepare to receive us and lift off. We will be rescuing the floater as well.”
“Shuttle to Salt-Actual, I confirm. We have time for the floater,” M’liona replied. There was time for snark, and relaying orders was not the time.
Probably also wasn’t the time to snark during an ambush, but the Shuttle Pilot had an image to uphold.
A quick jiggle of the sticks showed all thrusters warmed and ready to go. She could decompress and disengage with the station at a moment’s notice, the gravity drives were spooled up and weapons were ready.
It was at that point an alert began to ping on Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s sensor console.
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Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash dove through the void, angling her old model Interceptor towards their captured space station. The dishonorably discharged pilot could hardly care that the rest of the scum with her was dying; she had a mission. And that mission involved making sure the crew in that pathetic gunship never left the station.
It made sense their client would entrust the task of silencing witnesses to her. After all, they were the ones who saved her from the noose.
Honestly, the male was asking for it, dressed like that. What was the harm in having a little fun?
She climbed and twisted through the interlacing superstructure of the station, dancing between struts and sliding underneath rotating segments. And then she saw it.
The gunship.
Gunship pilots were always disgusting to Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash. All the swagger and bravado of a proper pilot with none of the skills.
Her computer reported a partial lock; now she just needed to clear this Deep Damned station to get a clear shot at the solar sucking shuttle, and she could get back to the reexfight blossoming behind her.
There was obviously some advanced kit in the fray, dashing in and out of contact like that, and there was no way in the deep Ex-Flight Lieutennant Sentash was going to miss a fracas like that. The chance to score a kill against what was obviously a wing of elites?
It was time to show the stuck up prats why they shouldn’t dismiss a True daughter of the Imperium.
“Just a bit longer. I get to kill the stuck up dirtreex and then I can get back to the fun. Things I do for the Empress," Sentash muttered, idly bringing a hand up her forehead performing the gesture of woe. Never know when the Divine Empress was watching and she wasn’t going to be found lacking.
Her computer blared a lock right as she crested over a habitation tube and the old, trusty Interceptor brough it’s cannon to bear on the helpless shuttle.
There was a single problem.
It wasn’t Sentash’s cannon the system was screaming ‘lock’ about.
//////////
Cookie idly pulled the trigger on his stick in the middle of a spin as the powerful computer Milk tasked to guide his gun whispered ‘fire’ in a smooth, male voice.
A shouted warning from his backseater about someone trying to flank their gunship had him throw the Interceptor into a sharp patch, flinging it nearly 180 degrees to face behind as the Bostonian in the back ensured good lock. Then, with casual ease, the pair made ace.
“That’s four,” Milk reported. “Sixteen to go.”
Cookie finished the incredibly tight loop, letting his helmet roll, relieving some of the stress that had built up from the high g maneuver.
“Say it. You know you want to,” Milk said from the back, letting a single moment of levity bleed through the stress.
Cookie breathed in and glanced at the tactical map displayed on the console.
16 against 1.
“Time to dive into the fireworks,” The veteran pilot spoke with a savage glee.
Those poor bastards.
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So! Two in a month! Or is it one in a month since the last one was delayed… Eh, doesn’t matter.
Next chapter is going to be fully Dogfighting goodness, no more edging. I can’t wait.
Comments, corrections and theories are always welcomed, interaction drives my motivation!
Have a wonderful day and I will see y’all later.
[NEXT CHAPTER]
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Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
These three directions were how one survived engaging in boarding action or breaching small spaces.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
If you lost any one of them, the enemy gained the advantage, for the defender always had the edge.
Speed.
Surprise.
Violence of Action.
When grenades fell from silent ventilation into the gathered groups of corpses and boarding marines, the pirates had the surprise. As the flashbangs and concussive grenades detonated, they gained violence. As the sealed doors flew open and laser fire began to lance out, impacting shields and armor, they had violence of action. They moved quickly into prepared defenses, kicking aside corpses and throwing bodies over barricades to add more protection, speeding to take their places in this dance.
The pirates were leading this fight, and the Boarding Marines were pinned down.
Something had to change.
“FORM A CIRCLE AND RETURN FIRE!” Salt-1, First LT Yurath called out, dragging Private Snu’fee into the center of the boarding shield ring. “And keep those plates planted. If anyone lets a frag roll between them, I’ll kill you myself.”
It took every speck of willpower for Snu’fee to shove her helmet back and get her rifle firing, shooting at anything even as the projected laser lines began to fill her HUD. It took every bit of training to not just curl into a ball and hide. It took the sheer weight of her larger LT’s presence at her back to let her bring her rifle and begin firing.
“Three targets 12!”
“Seven at 5.”
“Watch those airlocks. Keep them down.”
“Grenade! Brace!”
“Impacts! Keep steady!”
The steady chatter of her squad kept her together, grounded.
And finally, she saw the foe. A ramshackle void suit with a patched up helmet and deep purple face. A handful of ceramic tiles pulled from industrial equipment hung across their chest like armor as a cut down civilian laser melded to a high power energy cell turned the hunting weapon into something with a punch.
The pirate special.
Others might wear full void suits, or even discount Consortium armored suits, but for the most part, pirates worked with what they had on hand and while their ships and navy would be the crème of the crop, those sent to pin down the poor bastards huddled in a circle with boarding shields would only have what they could buy.
Except for one piece of equipment.
A grenade. The pirate’s greatest weapon of terror. An oxygen-eater.
Snu’fee’s Khomother told her once that the most terrifying thing any crew could see was a spread of grenades rolling across the floor, glowing white as their chemical reaction sucked in and consumed every molecule of O2 in the room. Anyone without a helmet was doomed to choke, and those without good seals could see their masks burst or be ripped from their face due to the pressure differential.
Her team wore full helmets.
The enemy was wearing a mix of civilian helmets, masks, and the occasional full voidsuit.
Her team’s helmets had pressure treated, shock resistant, impact dispersing glass behind their sealed visual devices.
The enemy did not.
She leveled her rifle at the bright red grenade resting on the pirate’s vest and fired.
Private Snu’fee almost smiled as the pirate began to scream, and the oxygen eater began to glow white.
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Aktrita Vulin gripped the controls of her old fighter as the armored panel drifted away from her hidden hangar bay. Honestly, it could barely be called that; the makeshift cradle had her old Sevesh Standard Aerospace Fighter plugged into reserve power and life support, so its very visible engines wouldn’t show on any basic scan of the area.
And so she was left to sit and wait in her coffin, waiting for the call to scramble, launch and kill.
But it wasn’t so bad, the Sevesh Standard had seats that could turn around, and since her copilot got killed in a brawl three months ago, the old cunt’s seat was now full of snacks.
Vulin rolled her head, cracking her neck, as the call to deploy came over the radio, shutting up the stupid beeping the back seat console was making.
“Yes, I know I’m close to something else; shut up!” She said with a laugh.
It was just a single Interceptor and a shuttle, how hard could it be?
The last thing to go through her mind was a standard issue ‘cockpit seeker’ micro missile.
//////////
With the sound of shattering glass, the pirate assault was broken.
The lesser equipped pirates began to choke as oxygen left the room, the pressure differential ripping half face masks from their lips and popping open any weak point in visors.
As the unlucky pirate with a string of oxygen eaters burning away at their chest screamed, the Patrol Naval Infantry swiftly took initiative back.
“All forces,” First Lieutenant Yurath called out, “prepare to move. We are falling back to the gunship to regroup.”
“LT, what about any survivors?” Private Snu’fee asked the Rakiri.
1st LT Yurath casually headshot a pirate pulling the pin from a grenade, letting the woman fall back into the panicking crowd of her scumbag compatriots as the senior officer’s soldiers sent out killing bolts in perfect volleys. “We can’t help them if we’re pinned down for anyone who has a recoilless. All forces, fall back on my mark.”
There was a pause as everyone reloaded and readied flash grenades.
“Mark.”
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“Where the hell are they? I thought we were just fighting a gunship! Did we get bounced by stealth Interceptors?” Pilot Nephra Cadish screamed at her RIO. The backseater was turning around in her ball turret, searching every which way for the slightest hint of what was hunting them in the dark.
The moment the doors dropped, the entire side lit up with explosions, like someone had been waiting for them to appear and give them a target. “I’m not seeing anything. Scanners are fucked and this-” she bashed the console with a hand- “Goddess damned equipment isn’t doing anything to stop it! I thought Interceptor ECM was a joke!” RIO Krukis’ada screamed back.
“It is! It should be!” Cadish swore, spiralling around, trying to see where the fire was coming from before there was a meaty smack and a blue smear appeared on the wing.
It was a body.
Goddess, it was a body.
A large dish drifted in the cloud of debris, showing what remained of their AWACS and E-War support.
“Goddess,” Cadish prayed, “please don’t let me die here.”
Krukis’ada screamed and let loose a burst of laser fire at a flash of something she saw.
“There! There! Bring me around, I think I see it!”
“What? What do you see?”
“Wings! Grey Wings!”
For a split second, Cadish saw them too.
But, unfortunately, the Grey Winged Hunter was staring back.
And its laser cannon had them dead in its sights.
//////////
They fell back in solid order, Snu’fee opening doors and leading the way back to their shuttle as her companions lay down fire on any pirate scum who poked their heads out to be shot.
Luckily, after that trick with the grenade, it seemed like most of the assorted scum was willing to sit back and barely poke their heads out. Probably helped that the group was retreating.
“Almost to the airlock,” Snu’fee reported. “Gunship is still there. She says we’ve got time to pick up the floater before we disengage and begin maneuvers.”
“Good,” Yurath replied. “At least we’ll save one person from this Huntress forsaken mess.”
//////////
When the explosions went off, and everyone began screaming, it took everything in Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s considerable mental fortitude to not choke.
Mostly because she was halfway through swallowing a bite of protein bar she had found stashed between her rumble seat and the center console.
Could you blame her? Her meals kept getting interrupted.
M’liona pulled her oxygen mask back into place, throwing her barely eaten protein bar into the center console. “LT Yurath, what’s going on?”
“Ambush!” the Rakiri reported. “Are you secure?”
A quick glance back to console screen showed the remaining pod of Marines throwing her a thumbs up from behind their heavy, mounted cannon had her feeling at least slightly relieved. “Yep, we’re secure. They aren’t trying to push us for now and if they do, well, the ol’ repeater‘ll put ‘em down.”
“Use proper comms discipline,” Yurath chided the pilot. “Hold for further instructions.”
“Alrightyroo Lieutenitoo!" M’liona replied, glancing longingly at the protein bar.
The silence over her radio sounded of victory.
She waited longer, anticipating the call, listening in on the naval infantry circle up and fighting well, fighting hard.
“Shuttle. We are returning, prepare to receive us and lift off. We will be rescuing the floater as well.”
“Shuttle to Salt-Actual, I confirm. We have time for the floater,” M’liona replied. There was time for snark, and relaying orders was not the time.
Probably also wasn’t the time to snark during an ambush, but the Shuttle Pilot had an image to uphold.
A quick jiggle of the sticks showed all thrusters warmed and ready to go. She could decompress and disengage with the station at a moment’s notice, the gravity drives were spooled up and weapons were ready.
It was at that point an alert began to ping on Shuttle Pilot M’liona’s sensor console.
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Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash dove through the void, angling her old model Interceptor towards their captured space station. The dishonorably discharged pilot could hardly care that the rest of the scum with her was dying; she had a mission. And that mission involved making sure the crew in that pathetic gunship never left the station.
It made sense their client would entrust the task of silencing witnesses to her. After all, they were the ones who saved her from the noose.
Honestly, the male was asking for it, dressed like that. What was the harm in having a little fun?
She climbed and twisted through the interlacing superstructure of the station, dancing between struts and sliding underneath rotating segments. And then she saw it.
The gunship.
Gunship pilots were always disgusting to Ex-Flight Lieutenant Sentash. All the swagger and bravado of a proper pilot with none of the skills.
Her computer reported a partial lock; now she just needed to clear this Deep Damned station to get a clear shot at the solar sucking shuttle, and she could get back to the reexfight blossoming behind her.
There was obviously some advanced kit in the fray, dashing in and out of contact like that, and there was no way in the deep Ex-Flight Lieutennant Sentash was going to miss a fracas like that. The chance to score a kill against what was obviously a wing of elites?
It was time to show the stuck up prats why they shouldn’t dismiss a True daughter of the Imperium.
“Just a bit longer. I get to kill the stuck up dirtreex and then I can get back to the fun. Things I do for the Empress," Sentash muttered, idly bringing a hand up her forehead performing the gesture of woe. Never know when the Divine Empress was watching and she wasn’t going to be found lacking.
Her computer blared a lock right as she crested over a habitation tube and the old, trusty Interceptor brough it’s cannon to bear on the helpless shuttle.
There was a single problem.
It wasn’t Sentash’s cannon the system was screaming ‘lock’ about.
//////////
Cookie idly pulled the trigger on his stick in the middle of a spin as the powerful computer Milk tasked to guide his gun whispered ‘fire’ in a smooth, male voice.
A shouted warning from his backseater about someone trying to flank their gunship had him throw the Interceptor into a sharp patch, flinging it nearly 180 degrees to face behind as the Bostonian in the back ensured good lock. Then, with casual ease, the pair made ace.
“That’s four,” Milk reported. “Sixteen to go.”
Cookie finished the incredibly tight loop, letting his helmet roll, relieving some of the stress that had built up from the high g maneuver.
“Say it. You know you want to,” Milk said from the back, letting a single moment of levity bleed through the stress.
Cookie breathed in and glanced at the tactical map displayed on the console.
16 against 1.
“Time to dive into the fireworks,” The veteran pilot spoke with a savage glee.
Those poor bastards.
//////////
So! Two in a month! Or is it one in a month since the last one was delayed… Eh, doesn’t matter.
Next chapter is going to be fully Dogfighting goodness, no more edging. I can’t wait.
Comments, corrections and theories are always welcomed, interaction drives my motivation!
Have a wonderful day and I will see y’all later.
[NEXT CHAPTER]
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- @icup321: Added Rayman Raving Rabbids widescreen patch (#2169)
- To recreate the look and feel more closely, the DSi & 3DS themes now fade in after loading the current page of games.
- Increased file/folder limit from 320 to 512 (Flashcard) or 1024 (DSi/3DS).
- @PW5190: Added ESRB Ratings for more DS games (#2175)
- Changed the Use nds-bootstrap setting to Game Loader on flashcards.
- Default setting is nds-bootstrap.
Improvement
- u/Evie_11 and various: Updated translations.
Bug fixes
- To prevent some weird issues, TWLMenu++ no longer boots with a write-locked SD card.
- argv is no longer passed to Unlaunch.dsi, in hopes of fixing the bug where it doesn't boot for certain users.
- Fixed sd:/hiya.dsi not being detected, for when trying to open System Settings or the DSi Menu.
- Fixed DSiWare launched from flashcard not booting via nds-bootstrap when copied to a temp location on the SD card.
- @DieGo367: Fixed custom icons/banners on argv files (#2166, #2167)
- Fixed a long-standing bug where launching Pictochat or DLP using the DS Classic Menu doesn't work sometimes.
- @DieGo367: Added bounds checks for datetime/username font draws (#2173)
- @DieGo367: Fixed font-related crash (#2163)
- If an invalid usefavorite color is detected in the FW chip, it now defaults to gray (or red for the TWLMenu++ splash screen).
- Switched back to the FastVideoDSPlayer build with TWL WRAM check to allow video playback when using Memory Pit.
nds-bootstrap
What's new?
- B4DS mode: Added support for a huge number of 152 more DSiWare titles to be playable on DS/DS lite (plus 4 more for debug consoles)!
- Scroll down to see which titles are now supported.
- Click >here< for the full list of supported titles.
Improvements
- B4DS mode: Castle Conqueror: Heroes 2 no longer requires a Memory Expansion Pak to run!
- @Epicpkmn11 and various: Updated in-game menu translations.
- Some minor code optimization.
Bug fixes (DSi/3DS)
- Fossil Fighters fans will no longer need to wait or worry, as Fossil Fighters Champions now boots again!
- As a result, other THUMB DSi-Enhanced ROMs such as Bejeweled Twist also boot again.
- The SDNAND/Photo location setting should now work properly.
- It'll no longer attempt to mount the actual SysNAND, if an SDNAND is found.
- Only necessary devices are added to device list for DSiWare.
- Should hopefully fix some weird save-related issues with certain ones.
- Both Starship Defense & Trajectile now boot via Memory Pit.
- Fixed Panewa! not booting.
- Fixed Super Smash Bros. Crash not switching between menus.
DSiWare titles now supported on DS & DS lite
Titles marked in Italics will require either a Memory Expansion Pak or debug console. Titles marked in Bold will only boot on debug consoles.- 21 Blackjack
- Does not save
- 5 in 1 Solitaire
- Does not save
- Bridge
- Castle Conqueror: Against
- Castle Conqueror: Revolution
- Chess Challenge!
- Does not save
- Chotto DS Bun ga Kuzenshuu: Sekai no Bungaku 20
- Christmas Wonderland
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Christmas Wonderland 2
- On non-debug consoles, music is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Chronicles of Vampires: Origins
- Chronicles of Vampires: Awakening
- Chuugaku Eijukugo: Kiho 150 Go Master
- Chuugaku Eitango: Kiho 400 Go Master
- Chuuga Kukihon' Eitango: Wado Pazuru
- Commando: Steel Disaster
- Coropata
- Cosmo Fighters
- The demo version is booted due to RAM limitations, and thus does not save
- Crazy Golf
- Does not save
- Crazy Sudoku
- Does not save
- Crystal Adventure
- Crystal Caverns of Amon-Ra
- Decathlon 2012
- Audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Deep Sea Creatures
- Art Style: DIGIDRIVE / INTERSECT
- Limited to button mode, title music does not play, and multiplayer mode does not work
- Does not save
- Easter Eggztravaganza
- On non-debug consoles, the game crashes after the first stage, due to RAM limitations
- EJ Puzzles: Hooked
- Fieldrunners
- Previously only booted on debug consoles
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Does not save
- Flip the Core
- Flips: The Bubonic Builders
- Flips: The Enchanted Wood
- Flips: The Folk of the Faraway Tree
- Flips: The Magic Faraway Tree
- Flips: More Bloody Horowitz
- Flips: Silent But Deadly
- Flips: Terror in Cubicle Four
- Fire Panic
- Frenzic
- Does not save
- Will crash after changing settings
- Gaia's Moon
- Ginsei Tsume-Shougi
- Go Fetch!
- Go Fetch! 2
- Go! Go! Island Rescue!
- Ideyou Sukeno: Kenkou Maja DSi
- Does not save
- Immediately starts the gameplay mode with ?-faced players
- Ivy the Kiwi? mini
- Jazzy Billiards
- Does not save
- Jewel Adventures
- Jewel Keepers: Easter Island
- Jewel Legends: Tree of Life
- Jinia Supasonaru: Eiwa Rakubiki Jiten
- 16MB+ RAM expansion required
- Does not save
- Jinia Supasonaru: Waei Rakubiki Jiten
- MEP required, regardless if using a retail or debug console
- Does not save
- Just SING! 80's
- Crashes at some point for an unknown reason
- Kazu De Asobu: Mahoujin To Imeji Kei-san
- Keibadou Uma no Suke 2012
- Keisan 100 Renda
- Kemonomix
- Kokoro no Herusumeta: Kokoron
- Will not boot without TWLFontTable.dat in fat:/_nds/nds-bootstrap/
- Koneko no ie: Kiri Shima Keto-San Biki no Koneko
- Koukou Eijukugo: Kiho 200 Go Master
- Koukou Eitango: Kiho 400 Go Master
- Letter Challenge
- Link 'n' Launch
- On non-debug consoles, music is disabled due to RAM limitations
- TWLFontTable.dat is required in fat:/_nds/nds-bootstrap/ (and a MEP inserted, for the EUAUS version) for the tutorial text to display
- Make Up & Style
- Previously only booted on debug consoles
- On non-debug consoles, the title FMV is disabled due to a weird bug (TWLMenu++ will report RAM limitations)
- Master of Illusion Express: Deep Psyche / A Little Bit of... Magic Made Fun: Deep Psyche
- Master of Illusion Express: Funny Face / A Little Bit of... Magic Made Fun: Funny Face
- Versions which aren't the English or Japanese versions will not boot
- Master of Illusion Express: Matchmaker / A Little Bit of... Magic Made Fun: Matchmaker
- Master of Illusion Express: Mind Probe / A Little Bit of... Magic Made Fun: Mind Probe
- Master of Illusion Express: Shuffle Games / A Little Bit of... Magic Made Fun: Shuffle Games
- Match Up!
- Does not save
- Mega Words
- Does not save
- Mehr Kreuzwortratsel: Welt Edition
- Music on: Learning Piano
- Music on: Learning Piano Vol. 2
- Nandoku 500 Kanji: Wado Pazuru
- Nazo no Mini Game
- On non-debug consoles, music is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Neko Neko Bakery: Pan de Pazurunya!
- On non-debug consoles, music is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Noroi no Game: Chi
- Noroi no Game: Oku
- Oscar in Toyland
- Oscar in Toyland 2
- Does not save
- Otegaru Pazuru Shirizu: Yurito Fushigina Meikyuu
- Othello
- Otona no Nihonshi Pazuru
- Otona no Sekaishi Pazuru
- Otona no Tame no: Kei-san Training DS
- Otona no Tame no: Renjuku Kanji
- Pirates Assault
- Previously only booted on debug consoles
- PlayLearn Chinese
- PlayLearn Spanish
- Pocket Pack: Strategy Games
- Pocket Pack: Words & Numbers
- Pomjong
- The Price Is Right
- Primrose
- Publisher Dream
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Pucca: Noodle Rush
- Puzzle Rocks
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- QuickPick Farmer
- Roller Angels
- RPG Dashutsu Game
- Saikyou Ginsei Shougi
- Crashes at some point due to RAM limitations
- Sakurai Miho No Kouno: Megami Serapi Uranai
- Save the Turtles
- The Seller
- Kakitori Rekishi: Shouga Kusei
- Does not save
- Chiri Kuizu: Shouga Kusei
- Does not save
- Koumin Kuizu: Shouga Kusei
- Does not save
- Rika Kuizu Shouga Kusei: Seibutsu Chigaku He
- Does not save
- Jukugo Kuizu
- Does not save
- Slingo Supreme
- Does not save
- Snapdots
- Sokomania
- Sokomania 2: Cool Job
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Sora Kake Girl: Shojo Shooting
- Spot It! Challenge
- Spot It! Challenge: Mean Machines
- Successfully Learning: English, Year 2
- Successfully Learning: English, Year 3
- Successfully Learning: English, Year 4
- Successfully Learning: English, Year 5
- Successfully Learning: German, Year 2
- Successfully Learning: German, Year 3
- Successfully Learning: German, Year 4
- Successfully Learning: German, Year 5
- Successfully Learning: Mathematics, Year 2
- Successfully Learning: Mathematics, Year 3
- Successfully Learning: Mathematics, Year 4
- Successfully Learning: Mathematics, Year 5
- Sudoku & Kakuro: Welt Edition
- Sudoku Challenge!
- The feature to zoom-in on a letter is bugged due to bus issues with Slot-2, and will show glitched pixels
- Does not save
- Surfacer+
- Super Swap
- Super Yum Yum: Puzzle Adventures
- Sutanoberuzu: Kono Hareta Sora no Shita de
- On non-debug consoles, music is disabled due to RAM limitations, and opening FMV is disabled due to bus issues with Slot-2
- Sutanoberuzu: Shirogane no Torikago
- On non-debug consoles, opening FMV is disabled due to bus issues with Slot-2
- Telegraph Crosswords
- Telegraph Sudoku & Kakuro
- Tell me Darling (JAP title: Oshiete Darling)
- Thorium Wars
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- The Tower DS: Classic
- The Tower DS: Hotel
- The Tower DS: Shopping Santa
- Trajectile / Reflect Missile
- Trollboarder
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- True Swing Golf Express / A Little Bit of... Nintendo Touch Golf
- On non-debug consoles, audio is disabled due to RAM limitations
- Ubongo
- Uchi Makure!: Touch the Chameleon
- Viking Invasion
- Does not save
- Word Searcher
- Word Searcher II
- Word Searcher III
- Word Searcher IV
- WordJong Arcade
- Working Dawgs: A-maze-ing Pipes
- Working Dawgs: Rivet Retriever
- Za Curosu
- Zimo: Mahjong Fanatic
2023.03.31 03:36 FLUFFCAT13 Captain's Collapse: Part 17
well, this is it. the last part of CC that I'll be posting for the next 3 weeks. I have a lot coming up very soon, but I'll be back after the holidays to finish this off. as for New Smith, part 3 will be out on the weekend, but I'll be taking a shorter break from it too.
this time, everything is starting to come together. the Scions are out of their battle honeymmon now, with causalties stacking up and an arms race coming to a head, so they're in big trouble, but it looks like there are some skeletons in the closet as well. oh, and Orvin and Flick are off for a little trip to Axiom 5 for some fun away from all those responsibilities, but there will be a short chapter on their misadventures when I come back.
and, as always, enjoy this absolute mess
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Subject Memory Transcription: Orvin, Venlil Civilian
Breaking into a shipyard and “reacquiring” my ship. It sounded easy on paper, but in practice, as these things always are, it was a daunting task.
Focus. You have a job to do, so don’t get distracted
I stalked along the chain link fenceline, until I found the spot. I stopped, and let my claws cleave through the barrier like it was made of wet paper. I traced a second line down to the ground, then bent the cutaway upwards, making a clean entrance.
“Least you could do is wait for me. I mean, I know this isn’t supposed to be drawn out, but I haven’t got the stamina to just keep walking for so long” Flick leaned on the fence to catch his breath. This might be a problem. “Pass the water please.”
I fished inside my satchel, and tossed the water bottle I brought over to him. He caught it effortlessly, took a swig, and passed it back. “Look, if it’s that bad, you carry the bag and I’ll carry you, alright? We really haven’t got the time for this.” I scanned the area again, and there was still no sign of movement.
He grinned, and I could see those flat teeth glimmer under the faint ultraviolet of the moonlight. We had picked the best time to break in, as his tidally locked planet only had actual nighttime darkness for a short time every few weeks. “Sounds good. As the humans say, giddy up horsey.” I shook my head and chuckled. “Say that again and I strap you to the roof of the ship, Ini-shu gelta”
My Venlil was coming along in leaps and bounds. I barely needed my external translator anymore, and was even able to speak fairly fluently in a more casual version of the language. The writing was still a bit difficult for me, but that was more a matter of adjusting to the angular characters over the curves I was used to rather than a language barrier. Of course, none of this would be possible without that part of my brain that was custom-engineered for learning new languages quickly with the help of a second, delayed translator to feed the meaning in just after the word. But it didn’t really matter, as the main reason I was so dedicated to learning was because his face always lit up when I spoke in his native tongue, even if it was only to call him a fluffy goblin.
He gave me a gentle punch in the arm as he passed, and we kept moving. Once past the fence, we started working our way through the wide array of small spacecraft, searching for mine. When a flashlight illuminated the ground ahead, we hauled ourselves onto the wing of one of the larger crafts and waited in silence as footsteps went by. It was absolutely thrilling, this misadventure into such a heavily patrolled area.
Once the Terran guard had passed by, I dropped down silently, and caught him when he came after me, taking care not to let my high-traction boots slide on the gravel. But then, as I stepped forward, the ground crunched under me, and the Terran spun on his heels
Time to haul ass
I didn’t wait for the hairless, armoured brute to react. She stood at least a foot taller than me, and significantly wider, but I knew I could easily outrun her. I took Flick’s paw, he nodded at me, and we sprinted full-tilt down the row. The Terran yelled something from behind us, but we were rapidly putting distance between us and her. Until I ran headfirst into another one, knocking us both over. He struggled upright, but two more guards came to his aid, surrounding us.
Well, shit
But Flick stepped forward and held out a sheet of paper. The tallest of the three took it, read it, and passed it back, before saying something I couldn’t decipher into his radio and nodding at us.
“Come on, lets move. We need to find that ship.”
Flick was panting after our sudden frenzied sprint, but he somehow acted calm and collected, as if this nothing had happened.
“No, hang on, why did they just leave us alone? I don’t have my translator in, so I didn’t understand a word of what they said.” He just shook his head and laughed. “You know, bureaucracy isn’t always your enemy. Sometimes, you just need to go through the right channels to do something.”
That little shit
I was being very, very patient here with his nonsense. “So you’re telling me that we are legally allowed to be here doing this, that we could have just waltzed in through the front desk and straight up to my ship, and you just… didn’t tell me?” But he just dismissed it. “Look, we could have gone in the easy way, but you were enjoying planning our little adventure, so I opted to let you have your fun. Come on, this is the fun way.”
Then, I saw it. Those purple hand painted flames on the silver hull, and the small lumps dotted across the armour, each one showing the position of a shield generator. There it was, in all its glory, the SkyBreaker.
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Subject Memory Transcription: Commander Yek’ta, Scion Gunship Etemar
Fighting a melee battle against an Arxur horde was something every Scion dreamed of. It was exhilarating, cutting down opponents one after the other with huge blades whirling like ribbons in my massive paws. Shots ricocheted off my plate armour and sparks flew as the reptiles launched every round they had at me, but I simply pushed on.
One of them tripped as he backed away firing, and almost instinctively I swung one arm around and let go, sending three hundred kilograms of titanium straight through his chest and into the ground. A rocket burst on my back, but I shook the impact off, threw myself forward, tore the blade out from the soil and brick, and swung it around in a wide arc, tearing half a dozen Arxur in half as the razor edge sliced effortlessly through their thin body armour and snapped their bones as it passed. Nothing could defend against the sheer force of my blade, and that was evident when I brought it overhead and downwards onto one Arxur with a gigantic shield and shotgun.
The satisfying crunch of arxur being smeared and splattered like rotten fruit was enough to keep my bloodlust moving, and I slowly carved a path through the huge horde and towards my target. Nothing could stop me, nothing could get in my way. Nothing.
And then, the radio crackle.
It was just a buzz, but got louder and louder until it was a scream across every frequency. A light sprung from the upper atmosphere like a second sun, as the Etemar unloaded half of its core into the Arxur fleet above, signalling the end of the battle. The remaining reptiles fled at the sight of it, taking pot-shots as they ran, but orbital precision strikes rained down across the field like a hailstorm of nuclear wrath, tearing up the ground and reducing Arxur to atoms.
And that was it. It was so anticlimactic. I had hoped for a real fight when I was told I was being deployed as a scout team leader, but instead all I got were more targets with no satisfaction from slaying them. Of course, my team were cheering and waving their new weapons as our pickups dropped from above.
Was this really necessary for a weapons test?
Looking around at the carnage now that the adrenalin rush was over, I saw corpses in various states of mutilation scattered and splattered across the wide field that was once a blood-camp. Some of them were only hatchlings, sent in with the biggest weapons they could carry, and then smeared across rock and soil by a hurricane of bullets when they came up against us.
I shook off my sudden urge to kneel and pay respects to the fallen, and instead headed to a transport craft, which had me onboard my own ship within minutes.
“Commander, good to see you’re not injured. I thought that burster shot would have torn your armour to shreds, but I guess I was wrong.” the friendly squeaks of my new Venlil officer told me he shared no such guilt about attacking the Arxur, and I really couldn’t blame him. They had terrorised his world for centuries, and then burned his home colony to the ground once they grew bored of tormenting the defenceless fluffballs. He wanted them dead, because it was his war. We wanted them dead because…
Because what? Because you don’t like what they’re doing? Is this somehow supposed to atone for the countless atrocities your precursors committed? Is this supposed to bring some sort of cosmic forgiveness, for all the species your race tore to shreds? Or is this supposed to be your apology for what they did the the Fa’Ree
I was drifting, and the crash brought on from the sudden lack of adrenalin was making it so much worse. I could feel my whole body growing weightless, and sounds became muffled and distant as memories came back again to haunt me. I remembered those tapes we were shown in school, the ones on Scion history. Our educators used them to explain why we left behind everyone, why our home burned. But the one that stuck with me was footage of a massive Scion commander, wearing a cap almost identical to the one I wore when at the helm, tormenting a defenceless fluffy rodent that was barely a fifth of his size. It was horrifying to watch, but it cemented into my brain the idea, no, knowledge, that the old Scion ways were unforgivable crimes against all life.
The pinprick of tiny claws sinking into my forearm snapped me back to reality.
“Commander, hello, are you listening?” the Admiral was clearly frustrated, but all I could do was nod dumbly as twisted images and foggy memories swirled in my half-awake mind. “As I was saying, our tests have yielded some great results. Some fine tuning on the new rifles will be necessary, but they are very effective at reducing opponents to fine grey paste. As for ammunition, lowering the rate of fire will be necessary, as even the back-mounted belt feed can’t keep that thing running for very long, and reloading is so slow that just swapping rifles is faster, so we need more sustain. Other than that, this has been a massive success, and we’re one step closer to beating back the Arxur once and for all.”
I finally managed to force words out through my dry mouth, and croaked that I was going to go to my quarters, before passing him my helmet with the sensor data in it and heading back to my room.
I stripped the plate armour off piece by piece under the steaming water, taking care to scrub every inch clean of stains, before placing them in the bathtub of resin to seal up any scratches and reapply the coating that protected against electricity. It was a slow process, but it kept my paws and mind busy and away from the pressing questions. Finally, once the last of the heavy titanium plates was thoroughly cleansed, I let it sink in the amber goo and washed the grime and gore from my own fur. There wasn’t much to clean, as the armour gave almost complete coverage of my body, but it was still important as I didn’t want to track blood or other fluids across my room.
But as the steam and boiling water washed the filth away, those memories came back. Of that poor little creature from the tapes, played with like a toy until the commander grew bored and tossed it aside. Of my brutality with the Arxur, and how I tore a captured one to shreds with my bare paws because he laughed when I mentioned the Venlil. Of the mighty war machine that was being awakened after centuries of dormancy and brought into a galaxy utterly unprepared for it. But most of all, of the secret that the Captain could never know.
When I learned of the Federation’s crimes, I was shocked beyond belief. They tortured their own children for showing signs of a boogyman disease. They wiped entire cultures out simply for daring to eat meat. They had started this whole war, and had committed crimes just as cruel and unspeakable as any of the Arxur’s or even our own. But I could never tell anyone.
If word of such things reached the Captain, he would declare war on our supporters as well. He had no respect for diplomacy of any kind, but what scared me was that we could likely win such a pointless fight. Even without the advantage of disposable equipment, we still had the supplies to invade hundreds of worlds, and the firepower to reduce any we couldn’t reach to stardust. If the Captain knew, he would have us wipe out the whole galaxy, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Yet
I had one option, but it wasn’t a good one.
But there’s only so long you can keep this hidden. If you strike now, you can still set this right. Wait any longer, and the Captain will stop you.
I cut the water, dried off, picked up my holopad from the table, and made the call
Lets hope she picks up
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Subject Memory Transcription: First Mate Reyna, Scion City-Fleet
When the call came through, I was trying to unwind after a trying day. The Captain had been onboard this morning, and had dismembered an unfortunate security officer who had blocked his access to the bridge. He had all but thrown a tantrum once he got to the helm, and put two chairs through the rear wall when he found out I had reorganised the fleet into production arrangements rather than ordering raids all the time. He had even gone as far as to break the arm of the poor sap who was reading the casualty reports when he learned we lost over a hundred soldiers in our most recent battle.
So much for don’t shoot the messenger
With every passing day, Denver grew more unstable and more impulsive. His last order before leaving with his squadron again was to “always have a world burning”, and demanded so under threat of being fed to the Ahk-Venra if we disobeyed. Even his most loyal supporters were tired of this, and very sick of being under constant threat of injury or death when he was on deck.
And, through all of it, he still played favourites with me, as if he hadn’t left me to do all the work and run off to live out his fantasies. Maybe I would have taken his offer of leaving his door open last night if it was two months ago when I was new, but now I only was repulsed by the idea of spending any unnecessary time with that…
That monster
So, when one of the Commanders contacted me asking for the floor plan of the Captain’s ship and the whereabouts of our old Captain, I was more than happy to oblige. I knew exactly what he was doing this for, and decided to make an offer.
“Here’s the deal Commander; I give you all the supplies you need, and cover your ass if things go south, on one condition. I get to kill the Captain, without interference.”
He was more than happy to take the offer, and even gave me the option of using his personal favourite ripper blade for the job, which I happily took, as my own had been “borrowed” by Denver and likely lost somewhere onboard a cattle ship. It was time for some revenge.
I got to work planning my next meeting with Denver the moment he hung up, and had a complete plan before the clock on my wall read midnight.
Now all I need to do is wait
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Subject Memory Transcription: Captain Denver, Scion City-Fleet
The Zurulian medical fleet was hovering just off in the distance as I scanned the battlefield, searching for any survivors.
The Arxur had attacked a large shipment of medical supplies and personnel, but were too slow in disabling comms, which alerted us to their distress signals. Of course, it was a trap, but a trap set for Federation ships, not ours. In fact, these reptiles had probably never even seen our ships before, judging by the way they floundered when we dropped in.
FTL disruptors had left their energy bubbles across the system, and a million smoke trails formed a spiderweb of missile paths and railgun shots. None of it mattered though. The Arxur assault ships had been reduced to smouldering wrecks when my personal light gunship, the Eternus, had dropped out of its jump with cannons already charged, and our fighters made swift work of any remaining frigates and bombers. When the second, larger ambush fleet had arrived, however, we found trouble. They had brought an array of huge energy weapons I had never seen before. Every Arxur ship unloaded their cannons into one satellite ship, which then redirected all of that energy in a continuous beam that was strong enough to break shields.
We had lost the Eternus to that weapon. Its beam had broken through the shielding array and split the hull. Thankfully, it missed the core, so there was no detonation, but it had hit the bridge, life support, and engines as the beam slowly passed along the hull. A dozen Scion fighters lay in ruins around the satellite, unfortunate enough to get caught in the beam as they went in for the killing blow.
It was that moment that every Arxur had learned what a Scion’s wrath truly looked like. I had led a fighter sweep across their fleet and reduced them to nuclear smears across the fabric of spacetime, making sure to cut down every single escape ship as they left. We had sent huge boarding parties onto every Zurulian ship and hunted every last reptile with the same brutal ferocity that they showed to their prey.
Of course, the fleet was extremely grateful for their salvation, regarding our losses as minimal, as it was a fairly small ship that was lost. They had given us one of their transport frigates to carry our wounded fighters home, as well as medical supplies galore to patch our wounds. But I knew that nothing could replace this loss.
While most species could simply create a new ship to replace lost ones, Scions had no such advantage. Every fighter, every frigate, every gunship, was an irreplaceable relic from an age long gone, the knowledge of their workings destroyed three centuries ago. Losing even the Eternus was a crippling blow, as that meant thousands of lives and hundreds of invaluable parts were now gone, snuffed out by a weapon that the Arxur could easily rebuild and spread across the galaxy.
I brought the communications link up between my ship and the Solaris, which was sitting a few hundred lightyears away on the surface of a cleansed world. Reyna answered, looking as tired as ever. “Yes, Captain? I assume you’re calling to tell me that it was just another Arxur attack?” she was very tired of being the replacement Captain while I was gone, but there was always something that needed my personal attention. “No,” I replied, much to her surprise. “I’m calling to announce the loss of the Eternus. The Arxur made a weapon that can break our shields and armour, and tore open the ship from nose to tail, thankfully not hitting the core. We’re returning in a commandeered Zurulian frigate, so hold your fire when you see us in orbit. While I’m on my way, I need you to gather every commander for a meeting in my quarters.”
She was staring slack-jawed, so I cut the transmission and prepped our engines for the next jump. Of course, I had to overheat my core to generate a warp bubble large enough to cover our makeshift fleet, but it was nothing my ship couldn’t handle with a bit of coaxing.
When we arrived in orbit, the gunship Riori took the frigate onboard, while I broke atmosphere and made a landing in the starboard hangar on the Solaris. It was only a short trip from there to my quarters, and then I was seated at the large round table surrounded by commanders.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m here to report a very concerning development in the Arxur arsenal. They appear to have created a sort of focusing device to turn ion volleys from a full fleet into a single concentrated beam. They used this against us in an ambush attack, which caused the loss of the gunship Eternus.”
There was a chorus of gasps and muttered curses as I put my ship’s nose cam footage onto a large screen on the wall. As the video played, a single orange pinprick hit the very tip of the Eternus, causing the shields to glow as they resisted the damage. Then, a pulse as the beam widened into its full power, and there was a shimmer across the impact area as shields gave out. The beam moved slowly across the side of the ship, hitting gun emplacements and launch tubes alike and causing smaller explosions all across the surface, until finally it stopped as the focusing lens was destroyed by a nuclear warhead knocking it out of position and into the path of a missile barrage.
“Everyone, this is no longer a leisure battle. Now, we can’t just send in small assault teams to burn outposts and disable ships. We need to stop all of our small assaults and end this war, together. I have gathered you here today, not to ask for your cooperation, not to request ships, but to instruct all of you to prepare for a full fleet assault tomorrow morning. In 23 hours, we will jump to the Arxur forge-world of Nitanka, and destroy it. No more capturing prisoners, no more mercy. We are going to send a clear message to every reptile in the galaxy, that we are not playing games anymore.” I took a deep breath as the commanders began their muttering and arguing again, before continuing.
“Every single one of you is commanding a ship that can scorch an entire system and reduce fleets to rubble, and it’s about time we made use of them. From this day forward, we work as one fleet. The Scion fleet.”
One of them stood up and slammed her fist on the table. I Recognised this commander due to her size as Mra’sha, a skilled logistics expert and true hardened warrior from our many farm-world raids. She had always been firmly with me on anything involving the Arxur, until now. “Captain, this is absurd. We lost one light gunship, and now you’re demanding we all pull back and just let the Arxur reclaim those worlds we fought tooth and claw for?” even though she was the only one saying it, I could tell that this was the general feeling of a lot of my commanders, and it needed to be addressed.
“No. I’m saying we regroup, and put an end to the Arxur once and for all. They can’t make a move on our liberated territories if we cut their command and their supply lines off. This isn’t a question of who does what, this is now a race against time. If the enemy can build enough weapons before we kill them all, it’s over for us, and probably for the Federation as well. So we’re not abandoning worlds, we’re pushing forward and finishing what we started.”
It took hours of endless debating before every commander was with me. The only one missing from the meeting was Yek’ta, who was currently on a deployment to an Arxur blood-camp in a weapons test, but I would brief him on the situation when he returned. For now, we could go without the Etemar’s support. 27 heavy gunships and 14 cargo carriers should be more than enough to cover the Solaris while we charged up cannons. Of course, I didn’t tell Reyna about any of this. Despite how hard she worked, I could tell she despised me for all my absence, and would likely kill me on the spot if I told her what I was planning.
Despite everything that had happened to us recently, the Scion fleet was mostly untouched. In fact, only around three hundred losses had been sustained across all of our infantry deployments. But that was all about to change now that the enemy could do real damage to us.
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Subject Memory Transcription: Commander Yek’ta, Scion Gunship Etemar
I couldn’t sleep that night, so instead I spent hours endlessly browsing our archives. Every major ship in the fleet had a data core holding all of the knowledge that we escaped with, and being the commander of this one, I had unrestricted access to all of it. Of course, huge amounts were lost or deleted in the first generation of our journey, but there was still most of our history in here.
I dug and dug, going through endless security checks, before eventually I found what I was looking for: the file on the Fa’Ree. Before opening it, I double checked the room for any spyware, and ran a full diagnostic on my holopad just in case someone had been tracing me. Nothing came up though, so I continued.
Species Name: Fa’Ree
Home World: A380N6K “Mik’Raka”
Description: small, furred rodents. Average height of 108cm, average weight of 34kg. Extremely flexible, cold resistant, and resilient, with high pain tolerance.
Nature: Submissive, docile, easily intimidated. Often willing to risk injury to please superior beings. Revere Scions as god-like powers.
History: The Fa’Ree were a race founded in the 4th genesis fleet’s sweep across sector L in 96457. Life began as small reptiles, before Fa’Ree emerged from subterranean tunnel networks to hunt said reptiles once their planet stabilised. Once contacted by Scion diplomats and properly uplifted, the Fa’Ree were able to use advanced decryption knowledge to unlock salvaged Scion data core C-457-L, and discovered their true origins. Immediately after this, a cultural revolution brought a religious institute to power, which then began the later widespread practice of Scion worship. Following this, large colonies were established on Scion 2, before a mass migration of 97% of Fa’Ree population to Scion 1 & 2.
Following the mass migration, Scion officials discovered the extreme flexibility and resilience of Fa’Ree in a medical study, which led to them being implemented as servants across Scion fleets. Most Fa’Ree were used as cooking and repair personnel, or in other less popular roles generally considered dull. Across the Scion empire, approximately 200 Fa’Ree worlds were established, yielding a total of over 3.7 trillion servants.
Of particular note on the Fa’Ree is their cultural hierarchy post-migration. Fa’Ree culture was reorganised around the worship and servitude of Scions, with large facilities being constructed for the sole purpose of finding the most suitable roles for individuals. Fa’Ree were noted to be very obedient and respectful, as well as very dismissive of any injuries sustained during service. Higher ranking Fa’Ree would often have just 1 to 2 offspring per family unit, and send their young into temporary servitude once they came of age before allowing them to become leaders. This was generally considered to be a test of sorts, and only those who returned strong would be allowed to wear the traditional ruby studded robes given to royalty.
There was a photo attached of a Scion diplomat standing with a trio of well-dressed Fa’Ree, with a fourth sitting on his shoulders in what looked to be a polyoxide synthetic dress, which even in the height of the empire’s technological prowess, would have cost a small fortune to manufacture. Looking closer, I could see the collar on the dress-wearing rodent’s wrist, which had a faint green glow to it. That would be the depleted uranium bracelet that was so infamous as a sign of servitude.
I felt sick just looking at the picture. Everyone looked so happy, even the poor slave that was returning from 2 years of servitude. Seeing such a vulnerable species so brainwashed, so helpless, made me want to smash this screen and never look again. But I knew this wasn’t just a history lesson. Knowing that the Scions had done such horrific cultural genocide before was one thing, but with how easily manipulated federation species were, it would likely become a repeating pattern. I couldn’t bring myself to finish the species dossier.
I flicked the screen off and closed my eyes, letting the low hum of our engines lull me into a deep sleep free from nightmares of not too long gone demons.
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this time, everything is starting to come together. the Scions are out of their battle honeymmon now, with causalties stacking up and an arms race coming to a head, so they're in big trouble, but it looks like there are some skeletons in the closet as well. oh, and Orvin and Flick are off for a little trip to Axiom 5 for some fun away from all those responsibilities, but there will be a short chapter on their misadventures when I come back.
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Subject Memory Transcription: Orvin, Venlil Civilian
Breaking into a shipyard and “reacquiring” my ship. It sounded easy on paper, but in practice, as these things always are, it was a daunting task.
Focus. You have a job to do, so don’t get distracted
I stalked along the chain link fenceline, until I found the spot. I stopped, and let my claws cleave through the barrier like it was made of wet paper. I traced a second line down to the ground, then bent the cutaway upwards, making a clean entrance.
“Least you could do is wait for me. I mean, I know this isn’t supposed to be drawn out, but I haven’t got the stamina to just keep walking for so long” Flick leaned on the fence to catch his breath. This might be a problem. “Pass the water please.”
I fished inside my satchel, and tossed the water bottle I brought over to him. He caught it effortlessly, took a swig, and passed it back. “Look, if it’s that bad, you carry the bag and I’ll carry you, alright? We really haven’t got the time for this.” I scanned the area again, and there was still no sign of movement.
He grinned, and I could see those flat teeth glimmer under the faint ultraviolet of the moonlight. We had picked the best time to break in, as his tidally locked planet only had actual nighttime darkness for a short time every few weeks. “Sounds good. As the humans say, giddy up horsey.” I shook my head and chuckled. “Say that again and I strap you to the roof of the ship, Ini-shu gelta”
My Venlil was coming along in leaps and bounds. I barely needed my external translator anymore, and was even able to speak fairly fluently in a more casual version of the language. The writing was still a bit difficult for me, but that was more a matter of adjusting to the angular characters over the curves I was used to rather than a language barrier. Of course, none of this would be possible without that part of my brain that was custom-engineered for learning new languages quickly with the help of a second, delayed translator to feed the meaning in just after the word. But it didn’t really matter, as the main reason I was so dedicated to learning was because his face always lit up when I spoke in his native tongue, even if it was only to call him a fluffy goblin.
He gave me a gentle punch in the arm as he passed, and we kept moving. Once past the fence, we started working our way through the wide array of small spacecraft, searching for mine. When a flashlight illuminated the ground ahead, we hauled ourselves onto the wing of one of the larger crafts and waited in silence as footsteps went by. It was absolutely thrilling, this misadventure into such a heavily patrolled area.
Once the Terran guard had passed by, I dropped down silently, and caught him when he came after me, taking care not to let my high-traction boots slide on the gravel. But then, as I stepped forward, the ground crunched under me, and the Terran spun on his heels
Time to haul ass
I didn’t wait for the hairless, armoured brute to react. She stood at least a foot taller than me, and significantly wider, but I knew I could easily outrun her. I took Flick’s paw, he nodded at me, and we sprinted full-tilt down the row. The Terran yelled something from behind us, but we were rapidly putting distance between us and her. Until I ran headfirst into another one, knocking us both over. He struggled upright, but two more guards came to his aid, surrounding us.
Well, shit
But Flick stepped forward and held out a sheet of paper. The tallest of the three took it, read it, and passed it back, before saying something I couldn’t decipher into his radio and nodding at us.
“Come on, lets move. We need to find that ship.”
Flick was panting after our sudden frenzied sprint, but he somehow acted calm and collected, as if this nothing had happened.
“No, hang on, why did they just leave us alone? I don’t have my translator in, so I didn’t understand a word of what they said.” He just shook his head and laughed. “You know, bureaucracy isn’t always your enemy. Sometimes, you just need to go through the right channels to do something.”
That little shit
I was being very, very patient here with his nonsense. “So you’re telling me that we are legally allowed to be here doing this, that we could have just waltzed in through the front desk and straight up to my ship, and you just… didn’t tell me?” But he just dismissed it. “Look, we could have gone in the easy way, but you were enjoying planning our little adventure, so I opted to let you have your fun. Come on, this is the fun way.”
Then, I saw it. Those purple hand painted flames on the silver hull, and the small lumps dotted across the armour, each one showing the position of a shield generator. There it was, in all its glory, the SkyBreaker.
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Subject Memory Transcription: Commander Yek’ta, Scion Gunship Etemar
Fighting a melee battle against an Arxur horde was something every Scion dreamed of. It was exhilarating, cutting down opponents one after the other with huge blades whirling like ribbons in my massive paws. Shots ricocheted off my plate armour and sparks flew as the reptiles launched every round they had at me, but I simply pushed on.
One of them tripped as he backed away firing, and almost instinctively I swung one arm around and let go, sending three hundred kilograms of titanium straight through his chest and into the ground. A rocket burst on my back, but I shook the impact off, threw myself forward, tore the blade out from the soil and brick, and swung it around in a wide arc, tearing half a dozen Arxur in half as the razor edge sliced effortlessly through their thin body armour and snapped their bones as it passed. Nothing could defend against the sheer force of my blade, and that was evident when I brought it overhead and downwards onto one Arxur with a gigantic shield and shotgun.
The satisfying crunch of arxur being smeared and splattered like rotten fruit was enough to keep my bloodlust moving, and I slowly carved a path through the huge horde and towards my target. Nothing could stop me, nothing could get in my way. Nothing.
And then, the radio crackle.
It was just a buzz, but got louder and louder until it was a scream across every frequency. A light sprung from the upper atmosphere like a second sun, as the Etemar unloaded half of its core into the Arxur fleet above, signalling the end of the battle. The remaining reptiles fled at the sight of it, taking pot-shots as they ran, but orbital precision strikes rained down across the field like a hailstorm of nuclear wrath, tearing up the ground and reducing Arxur to atoms.
And that was it. It was so anticlimactic. I had hoped for a real fight when I was told I was being deployed as a scout team leader, but instead all I got were more targets with no satisfaction from slaying them. Of course, my team were cheering and waving their new weapons as our pickups dropped from above.
Was this really necessary for a weapons test?
Looking around at the carnage now that the adrenalin rush was over, I saw corpses in various states of mutilation scattered and splattered across the wide field that was once a blood-camp. Some of them were only hatchlings, sent in with the biggest weapons they could carry, and then smeared across rock and soil by a hurricane of bullets when they came up against us.
I shook off my sudden urge to kneel and pay respects to the fallen, and instead headed to a transport craft, which had me onboard my own ship within minutes.
“Commander, good to see you’re not injured. I thought that burster shot would have torn your armour to shreds, but I guess I was wrong.” the friendly squeaks of my new Venlil officer told me he shared no such guilt about attacking the Arxur, and I really couldn’t blame him. They had terrorised his world for centuries, and then burned his home colony to the ground once they grew bored of tormenting the defenceless fluffballs. He wanted them dead, because it was his war. We wanted them dead because…
Because what? Because you don’t like what they’re doing? Is this somehow supposed to atone for the countless atrocities your precursors committed? Is this supposed to bring some sort of cosmic forgiveness, for all the species your race tore to shreds? Or is this supposed to be your apology for what they did the the Fa’Ree
I was drifting, and the crash brought on from the sudden lack of adrenalin was making it so much worse. I could feel my whole body growing weightless, and sounds became muffled and distant as memories came back again to haunt me. I remembered those tapes we were shown in school, the ones on Scion history. Our educators used them to explain why we left behind everyone, why our home burned. But the one that stuck with me was footage of a massive Scion commander, wearing a cap almost identical to the one I wore when at the helm, tormenting a defenceless fluffy rodent that was barely a fifth of his size. It was horrifying to watch, but it cemented into my brain the idea, no, knowledge, that the old Scion ways were unforgivable crimes against all life.
The pinprick of tiny claws sinking into my forearm snapped me back to reality.
“Commander, hello, are you listening?” the Admiral was clearly frustrated, but all I could do was nod dumbly as twisted images and foggy memories swirled in my half-awake mind. “As I was saying, our tests have yielded some great results. Some fine tuning on the new rifles will be necessary, but they are very effective at reducing opponents to fine grey paste. As for ammunition, lowering the rate of fire will be necessary, as even the back-mounted belt feed can’t keep that thing running for very long, and reloading is so slow that just swapping rifles is faster, so we need more sustain. Other than that, this has been a massive success, and we’re one step closer to beating back the Arxur once and for all.”
I finally managed to force words out through my dry mouth, and croaked that I was going to go to my quarters, before passing him my helmet with the sensor data in it and heading back to my room.
I stripped the plate armour off piece by piece under the steaming water, taking care to scrub every inch clean of stains, before placing them in the bathtub of resin to seal up any scratches and reapply the coating that protected against electricity. It was a slow process, but it kept my paws and mind busy and away from the pressing questions. Finally, once the last of the heavy titanium plates was thoroughly cleansed, I let it sink in the amber goo and washed the grime and gore from my own fur. There wasn’t much to clean, as the armour gave almost complete coverage of my body, but it was still important as I didn’t want to track blood or other fluids across my room.
But as the steam and boiling water washed the filth away, those memories came back. Of that poor little creature from the tapes, played with like a toy until the commander grew bored and tossed it aside. Of my brutality with the Arxur, and how I tore a captured one to shreds with my bare paws because he laughed when I mentioned the Venlil. Of the mighty war machine that was being awakened after centuries of dormancy and brought into a galaxy utterly unprepared for it. But most of all, of the secret that the Captain could never know.
When I learned of the Federation’s crimes, I was shocked beyond belief. They tortured their own children for showing signs of a boogyman disease. They wiped entire cultures out simply for daring to eat meat. They had started this whole war, and had committed crimes just as cruel and unspeakable as any of the Arxur’s or even our own. But I could never tell anyone.
If word of such things reached the Captain, he would declare war on our supporters as well. He had no respect for diplomacy of any kind, but what scared me was that we could likely win such a pointless fight. Even without the advantage of disposable equipment, we still had the supplies to invade hundreds of worlds, and the firepower to reduce any we couldn’t reach to stardust. If the Captain knew, he would have us wipe out the whole galaxy, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Yet
I had one option, but it wasn’t a good one.
But there’s only so long you can keep this hidden. If you strike now, you can still set this right. Wait any longer, and the Captain will stop you.
I cut the water, dried off, picked up my holopad from the table, and made the call
Lets hope she picks up
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Subject Memory Transcription: First Mate Reyna, Scion City-Fleet
When the call came through, I was trying to unwind after a trying day. The Captain had been onboard this morning, and had dismembered an unfortunate security officer who had blocked his access to the bridge. He had all but thrown a tantrum once he got to the helm, and put two chairs through the rear wall when he found out I had reorganised the fleet into production arrangements rather than ordering raids all the time. He had even gone as far as to break the arm of the poor sap who was reading the casualty reports when he learned we lost over a hundred soldiers in our most recent battle.
So much for don’t shoot the messenger
With every passing day, Denver grew more unstable and more impulsive. His last order before leaving with his squadron again was to “always have a world burning”, and demanded so under threat of being fed to the Ahk-Venra if we disobeyed. Even his most loyal supporters were tired of this, and very sick of being under constant threat of injury or death when he was on deck.
And, through all of it, he still played favourites with me, as if he hadn’t left me to do all the work and run off to live out his fantasies. Maybe I would have taken his offer of leaving his door open last night if it was two months ago when I was new, but now I only was repulsed by the idea of spending any unnecessary time with that…
That monster
So, when one of the Commanders contacted me asking for the floor plan of the Captain’s ship and the whereabouts of our old Captain, I was more than happy to oblige. I knew exactly what he was doing this for, and decided to make an offer.
“Here’s the deal Commander; I give you all the supplies you need, and cover your ass if things go south, on one condition. I get to kill the Captain, without interference.”
He was more than happy to take the offer, and even gave me the option of using his personal favourite ripper blade for the job, which I happily took, as my own had been “borrowed” by Denver and likely lost somewhere onboard a cattle ship. It was time for some revenge.
I got to work planning my next meeting with Denver the moment he hung up, and had a complete plan before the clock on my wall read midnight.
Now all I need to do is wait
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Subject Memory Transcription: Captain Denver, Scion City-Fleet
The Zurulian medical fleet was hovering just off in the distance as I scanned the battlefield, searching for any survivors.
The Arxur had attacked a large shipment of medical supplies and personnel, but were too slow in disabling comms, which alerted us to their distress signals. Of course, it was a trap, but a trap set for Federation ships, not ours. In fact, these reptiles had probably never even seen our ships before, judging by the way they floundered when we dropped in.
FTL disruptors had left their energy bubbles across the system, and a million smoke trails formed a spiderweb of missile paths and railgun shots. None of it mattered though. The Arxur assault ships had been reduced to smouldering wrecks when my personal light gunship, the Eternus, had dropped out of its jump with cannons already charged, and our fighters made swift work of any remaining frigates and bombers. When the second, larger ambush fleet had arrived, however, we found trouble. They had brought an array of huge energy weapons I had never seen before. Every Arxur ship unloaded their cannons into one satellite ship, which then redirected all of that energy in a continuous beam that was strong enough to break shields.
We had lost the Eternus to that weapon. Its beam had broken through the shielding array and split the hull. Thankfully, it missed the core, so there was no detonation, but it had hit the bridge, life support, and engines as the beam slowly passed along the hull. A dozen Scion fighters lay in ruins around the satellite, unfortunate enough to get caught in the beam as they went in for the killing blow.
It was that moment that every Arxur had learned what a Scion’s wrath truly looked like. I had led a fighter sweep across their fleet and reduced them to nuclear smears across the fabric of spacetime, making sure to cut down every single escape ship as they left. We had sent huge boarding parties onto every Zurulian ship and hunted every last reptile with the same brutal ferocity that they showed to their prey.
Of course, the fleet was extremely grateful for their salvation, regarding our losses as minimal, as it was a fairly small ship that was lost. They had given us one of their transport frigates to carry our wounded fighters home, as well as medical supplies galore to patch our wounds. But I knew that nothing could replace this loss.
While most species could simply create a new ship to replace lost ones, Scions had no such advantage. Every fighter, every frigate, every gunship, was an irreplaceable relic from an age long gone, the knowledge of their workings destroyed three centuries ago. Losing even the Eternus was a crippling blow, as that meant thousands of lives and hundreds of invaluable parts were now gone, snuffed out by a weapon that the Arxur could easily rebuild and spread across the galaxy.
I brought the communications link up between my ship and the Solaris, which was sitting a few hundred lightyears away on the surface of a cleansed world. Reyna answered, looking as tired as ever. “Yes, Captain? I assume you’re calling to tell me that it was just another Arxur attack?” she was very tired of being the replacement Captain while I was gone, but there was always something that needed my personal attention. “No,” I replied, much to her surprise. “I’m calling to announce the loss of the Eternus. The Arxur made a weapon that can break our shields and armour, and tore open the ship from nose to tail, thankfully not hitting the core. We’re returning in a commandeered Zurulian frigate, so hold your fire when you see us in orbit. While I’m on my way, I need you to gather every commander for a meeting in my quarters.”
She was staring slack-jawed, so I cut the transmission and prepped our engines for the next jump. Of course, I had to overheat my core to generate a warp bubble large enough to cover our makeshift fleet, but it was nothing my ship couldn’t handle with a bit of coaxing.
When we arrived in orbit, the gunship Riori took the frigate onboard, while I broke atmosphere and made a landing in the starboard hangar on the Solaris. It was only a short trip from there to my quarters, and then I was seated at the large round table surrounded by commanders.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m here to report a very concerning development in the Arxur arsenal. They appear to have created a sort of focusing device to turn ion volleys from a full fleet into a single concentrated beam. They used this against us in an ambush attack, which caused the loss of the gunship Eternus.”
There was a chorus of gasps and muttered curses as I put my ship’s nose cam footage onto a large screen on the wall. As the video played, a single orange pinprick hit the very tip of the Eternus, causing the shields to glow as they resisted the damage. Then, a pulse as the beam widened into its full power, and there was a shimmer across the impact area as shields gave out. The beam moved slowly across the side of the ship, hitting gun emplacements and launch tubes alike and causing smaller explosions all across the surface, until finally it stopped as the focusing lens was destroyed by a nuclear warhead knocking it out of position and into the path of a missile barrage.
“Everyone, this is no longer a leisure battle. Now, we can’t just send in small assault teams to burn outposts and disable ships. We need to stop all of our small assaults and end this war, together. I have gathered you here today, not to ask for your cooperation, not to request ships, but to instruct all of you to prepare for a full fleet assault tomorrow morning. In 23 hours, we will jump to the Arxur forge-world of Nitanka, and destroy it. No more capturing prisoners, no more mercy. We are going to send a clear message to every reptile in the galaxy, that we are not playing games anymore.” I took a deep breath as the commanders began their muttering and arguing again, before continuing.
“Every single one of you is commanding a ship that can scorch an entire system and reduce fleets to rubble, and it’s about time we made use of them. From this day forward, we work as one fleet. The Scion fleet.”
One of them stood up and slammed her fist on the table. I Recognised this commander due to her size as Mra’sha, a skilled logistics expert and true hardened warrior from our many farm-world raids. She had always been firmly with me on anything involving the Arxur, until now. “Captain, this is absurd. We lost one light gunship, and now you’re demanding we all pull back and just let the Arxur reclaim those worlds we fought tooth and claw for?” even though she was the only one saying it, I could tell that this was the general feeling of a lot of my commanders, and it needed to be addressed.
“No. I’m saying we regroup, and put an end to the Arxur once and for all. They can’t make a move on our liberated territories if we cut their command and their supply lines off. This isn’t a question of who does what, this is now a race against time. If the enemy can build enough weapons before we kill them all, it’s over for us, and probably for the Federation as well. So we’re not abandoning worlds, we’re pushing forward and finishing what we started.”
It took hours of endless debating before every commander was with me. The only one missing from the meeting was Yek’ta, who was currently on a deployment to an Arxur blood-camp in a weapons test, but I would brief him on the situation when he returned. For now, we could go without the Etemar’s support. 27 heavy gunships and 14 cargo carriers should be more than enough to cover the Solaris while we charged up cannons. Of course, I didn’t tell Reyna about any of this. Despite how hard she worked, I could tell she despised me for all my absence, and would likely kill me on the spot if I told her what I was planning.
Despite everything that had happened to us recently, the Scion fleet was mostly untouched. In fact, only around three hundred losses had been sustained across all of our infantry deployments. But that was all about to change now that the enemy could do real damage to us.
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Subject Memory Transcription: Commander Yek’ta, Scion Gunship Etemar
I couldn’t sleep that night, so instead I spent hours endlessly browsing our archives. Every major ship in the fleet had a data core holding all of the knowledge that we escaped with, and being the commander of this one, I had unrestricted access to all of it. Of course, huge amounts were lost or deleted in the first generation of our journey, but there was still most of our history in here.
I dug and dug, going through endless security checks, before eventually I found what I was looking for: the file on the Fa’Ree. Before opening it, I double checked the room for any spyware, and ran a full diagnostic on my holopad just in case someone had been tracing me. Nothing came up though, so I continued.
Species Name: Fa’Ree
Home World: A380N6K “Mik’Raka”
Description: small, furred rodents. Average height of 108cm, average weight of 34kg. Extremely flexible, cold resistant, and resilient, with high pain tolerance.
Nature: Submissive, docile, easily intimidated. Often willing to risk injury to please superior beings. Revere Scions as god-like powers.
History: The Fa’Ree were a race founded in the 4th genesis fleet’s sweep across sector L in 96457. Life began as small reptiles, before Fa’Ree emerged from subterranean tunnel networks to hunt said reptiles once their planet stabilised. Once contacted by Scion diplomats and properly uplifted, the Fa’Ree were able to use advanced decryption knowledge to unlock salvaged Scion data core C-457-L, and discovered their true origins. Immediately after this, a cultural revolution brought a religious institute to power, which then began the later widespread practice of Scion worship. Following this, large colonies were established on Scion 2, before a mass migration of 97% of Fa’Ree population to Scion 1 & 2.
Following the mass migration, Scion officials discovered the extreme flexibility and resilience of Fa’Ree in a medical study, which led to them being implemented as servants across Scion fleets. Most Fa’Ree were used as cooking and repair personnel, or in other less popular roles generally considered dull. Across the Scion empire, approximately 200 Fa’Ree worlds were established, yielding a total of over 3.7 trillion servants.
Of particular note on the Fa’Ree is their cultural hierarchy post-migration. Fa’Ree culture was reorganised around the worship and servitude of Scions, with large facilities being constructed for the sole purpose of finding the most suitable roles for individuals. Fa’Ree were noted to be very obedient and respectful, as well as very dismissive of any injuries sustained during service. Higher ranking Fa’Ree would often have just 1 to 2 offspring per family unit, and send their young into temporary servitude once they came of age before allowing them to become leaders. This was generally considered to be a test of sorts, and only those who returned strong would be allowed to wear the traditional ruby studded robes given to royalty.
There was a photo attached of a Scion diplomat standing with a trio of well-dressed Fa’Ree, with a fourth sitting on his shoulders in what looked to be a polyoxide synthetic dress, which even in the height of the empire’s technological prowess, would have cost a small fortune to manufacture. Looking closer, I could see the collar on the dress-wearing rodent’s wrist, which had a faint green glow to it. That would be the depleted uranium bracelet that was so infamous as a sign of servitude.
I felt sick just looking at the picture. Everyone looked so happy, even the poor slave that was returning from 2 years of servitude. Seeing such a vulnerable species so brainwashed, so helpless, made me want to smash this screen and never look again. But I knew this wasn’t just a history lesson. Knowing that the Scions had done such horrific cultural genocide before was one thing, but with how easily manipulated federation species were, it would likely become a repeating pattern. I couldn’t bring myself to finish the species dossier.
I flicked the screen off and closed my eyes, letting the low hum of our engines lull me into a deep sleep free from nightmares of not too long gone demons.
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2023.03.31 03:10 Previous_Paramedic10 Twst Worldbuilding: The Veritas Caldera (long post)
I'll be starting off with the Veritas Caldera, a city-state that exists at the north pole of Twisted Wonderland, consisting of multiple towns and villages. The capital is built upon an archipelago of islands floating in the sky, held aloft by floatstone, a scalenohedron crystalline mineral that only forms within intense heat and magically dense environments. The city-state itself is technically on land owned not by the state itself, but by the Shaftlands and borders the ocean on several fronts. The city-state is left alone despite being massively rich in natural resources due to the inhospitable weather patterns and the sheer number of dragons that take up residency in the area; going in unprepared for the weather could kill you in several different ways, but to those who live there it can be greatly rewarding.
The volcano that created the caldera formed over a leyline millions of years ago, in the age of the Primordial Gods, by Vulcan, who was then killed by Nesoi and then the lands blessed by Achlys. As such the caldera is covered by the night for more than half the year, layered in snow and ice, and come spring when the snow recedes, meltwater floods the plains and turns the caldera into a wet marshland/floodplain. The Caldera is under an endless night for the winter, decorated with prismatic lanterns and aurora borealis, and when summer comes around the sun never sets.
Due to the conditions in the caldera, living there is seen as difficult and unappealing, but people manage to thrive there anyways. Just over half of the population consists of selkies or fae, meaning that many are able to traverse the caldera in non-traditional ways, but the infrastructure was implemented for everyone.
Houses and other buildings are built on stone stilts, with stone stairs leading to the ground, along with a canoe dock for the summer months, while snowshoes are used during winter. Travel from the caldera to the isles is done via dragon. Several thousand dragon families coexist with the Calderans in a symbiotic relationship, food in exchange for transport and shipping. Several hundred aquatic dragon families also inhabit the caldera and are offered the same: food in exchange for transport between the grounded towns and villages.
These dragon-Calderan relationships even extend so far as to create fishing and hunting units, wherein families of dragons and families of Calderans team up for several generations to fish and hunt together during the summer or winter months and share the food between themselves; the dragons receiving the parts that the Calderans cannot easily consume such as bones and organs, while the Calderans get the hide, scales, and muscle. Calderans will often prepare other offerings and gifts as well, such as crops that the dragons cannot grow themselves. These family units can stay together for centuries and can span generations of both humanoid and draconic descendants.
These close relationships often result in magic hybridization, wherein humanoid races like selkies, fae, magically adept humans, dwarves, beastfolk, and merfolk successfully create offspring with dragons. This is possible due to the inherent magical ability in those specific races, the abundance of magic in the caldera itself as it rests on the leyline, and the elasticity of dragons as a species. These unions are theorized to be a point of origin for some now famous fae bloodlines, such as the semi-aquatic crocodilian fae named Zigbolt, and the Royal Draconia bloodline. Dragons will often stay with their child’s other parent, not necessarily in a romantic sense, but to raise the child and provide support to the family. It should be remembered that dragons are sentient and do have emotions, even if not expressed in the same way as humanoids, and that every dragon is an individual. Whether they experience romantic feelings or not is not equivalent to all other dragons.
Food crops are planted in the spring, consisting of bog-rice, snowberries (a cold weather variant of cranberries, coloured blueish purple), Lakeweed (a freshwater variant of seaweed), and grypes (a citrus fruit grown on freshwater mangroves), along with reeded sucrose (what is essentially an ice-marsh version of sugarcane). Most of these plants are impossible to grow elsewhere in the world because they require 24/7 sunlight and an insane amount of freshwater.
On another note, mirror travel within the caldera’s mountainous perimeter is forbidden, as the leyline activity interferes with the teleportation process. If a mirror is used within the perimeter it can lead to several unfortunate outcomes, in order of most to least fortunate: the mirror shatters, groups of people are separated, you are not sent to the correct location, your body is cut apart, and your body is cut apart and the pieces sent to several different locations. Fae have an easier time with teleportation, though unless you’re extremely skilled, the maximum distance recommended is a ½ km. Someone like Malleus might get a maximum of 1 ½ km without major consequences, while Lilia holds the record at a stunning 4km.
Homes are heated with vulcanite, a black scale-like crystal that reacts with magically charged water to create heat, boiling the water and steaming the house. Houses are made of stone with this in mind, thus preventing house rot. The vulcanite can last one whole week before the reaction stops, so Calderans keep three or four fist-sized crystals at home just in case. Funnily enough, vulcanite is actually a draconic byproduct of using magic, it is pure crystalized blot under a different name; with as many dragons that live in the Veritas Caldera, however, it has become a renewable resource that the dragons themselves unconsciously shed. (Ch6 Spoilers)It’s essentially the same process that the Shrouds undergo when internally burning blot.
(If you want to see what Vulcanite looks like, search for images of dragon-scale calcite, or check out Vulcanite & Floatstone in my original document. I expect the doc to continue growing, and eventually include several drawings and other images.)
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The volcano that created the caldera formed over a leyline millions of years ago, in the age of the Primordial Gods, by Vulcan, who was then killed by Nesoi and then the lands blessed by Achlys. As such the caldera is covered by the night for more than half the year, layered in snow and ice, and come spring when the snow recedes, meltwater floods the plains and turns the caldera into a wet marshland/floodplain. The Caldera is under an endless night for the winter, decorated with prismatic lanterns and aurora borealis, and when summer comes around the sun never sets.
Due to the conditions in the caldera, living there is seen as difficult and unappealing, but people manage to thrive there anyways. Just over half of the population consists of selkies or fae, meaning that many are able to traverse the caldera in non-traditional ways, but the infrastructure was implemented for everyone.
Houses and other buildings are built on stone stilts, with stone stairs leading to the ground, along with a canoe dock for the summer months, while snowshoes are used during winter. Travel from the caldera to the isles is done via dragon. Several thousand dragon families coexist with the Calderans in a symbiotic relationship, food in exchange for transport and shipping. Several hundred aquatic dragon families also inhabit the caldera and are offered the same: food in exchange for transport between the grounded towns and villages.
These dragon-Calderan relationships even extend so far as to create fishing and hunting units, wherein families of dragons and families of Calderans team up for several generations to fish and hunt together during the summer or winter months and share the food between themselves; the dragons receiving the parts that the Calderans cannot easily consume such as bones and organs, while the Calderans get the hide, scales, and muscle. Calderans will often prepare other offerings and gifts as well, such as crops that the dragons cannot grow themselves. These family units can stay together for centuries and can span generations of both humanoid and draconic descendants.
These close relationships often result in magic hybridization, wherein humanoid races like selkies, fae, magically adept humans, dwarves, beastfolk, and merfolk successfully create offspring with dragons. This is possible due to the inherent magical ability in those specific races, the abundance of magic in the caldera itself as it rests on the leyline, and the elasticity of dragons as a species. These unions are theorized to be a point of origin for some now famous fae bloodlines, such as the semi-aquatic crocodilian fae named Zigbolt, and the Royal Draconia bloodline. Dragons will often stay with their child’s other parent, not necessarily in a romantic sense, but to raise the child and provide support to the family. It should be remembered that dragons are sentient and do have emotions, even if not expressed in the same way as humanoids, and that every dragon is an individual. Whether they experience romantic feelings or not is not equivalent to all other dragons.
Food crops are planted in the spring, consisting of bog-rice, snowberries (a cold weather variant of cranberries, coloured blueish purple), Lakeweed (a freshwater variant of seaweed), and grypes (a citrus fruit grown on freshwater mangroves), along with reeded sucrose (what is essentially an ice-marsh version of sugarcane). Most of these plants are impossible to grow elsewhere in the world because they require 24/7 sunlight and an insane amount of freshwater.
On another note, mirror travel within the caldera’s mountainous perimeter is forbidden, as the leyline activity interferes with the teleportation process. If a mirror is used within the perimeter it can lead to several unfortunate outcomes, in order of most to least fortunate: the mirror shatters, groups of people are separated, you are not sent to the correct location, your body is cut apart, and your body is cut apart and the pieces sent to several different locations. Fae have an easier time with teleportation, though unless you’re extremely skilled, the maximum distance recommended is a ½ km. Someone like Malleus might get a maximum of 1 ½ km without major consequences, while Lilia holds the record at a stunning 4km.
Homes are heated with vulcanite, a black scale-like crystal that reacts with magically charged water to create heat, boiling the water and steaming the house. Houses are made of stone with this in mind, thus preventing house rot. The vulcanite can last one whole week before the reaction stops, so Calderans keep three or four fist-sized crystals at home just in case. Funnily enough, vulcanite is actually a draconic byproduct of using magic, it is pure crystalized blot under a different name; with as many dragons that live in the Veritas Caldera, however, it has become a renewable resource that the dragons themselves unconsciously shed. (Ch6 Spoilers)It’s essentially the same process that the Shrouds undergo when internally burning blot.
(If you want to see what Vulcanite looks like, search for images of dragon-scale calcite, or check out Vulcanite & Floatstone in my original document. I expect the doc to continue growing, and eventually include several drawings and other images.)
2023.03.30 19:18 Sig000 (REPOST, since i made a mistake with the last one) #TOPSLASHERS "Run... Hide... It does not matter, I shall find you all in time."
 | submitted by Sig000 to HeroForgeMinis [link] [comments]  William was a man of good intentions and an overall happily married husband. He adored his wife, Alice, and she was the love of his life. They lived in a nice home in the suburbs and plans to start a family. In the meantime, as an anniversary gift, William got Alice a pet white rabbit as a joke because “Every Alice needs her white rabbit” and the fact that Alice was always late and in hurry for work, for the white rabbit in wonderland was always in a hurry. Alice worked as a psychiatrist and William was an engineer who had a passion for writing books. He was writing a horror fictional piece on Jack the Ripper and had high hopes it would be a best seller. Except, his happy life was about to drastically change. One night, William was running late and arrived home at night, past his usual time. It was overly quiet in his home and all the lights were out, which was further unusual as Alice wouldn’t go to sleep without him. He called out to her and no voice returned his worried calls. William attempted to walk over to switch on the lights, but slipped on something wet on the ground. He stood up and collected himself, then turned on the lights. His mouth was wide open and no noise came out as he was struck with fear. The wetness he had slipped on was blood, and in the middle of it, the poor white rabbit William had bought Alice for their anniversary, dead. Now, a vastly frantic William, started crying out for Alice as he stumbled across his kitchen on his way to the living room. He flipped on the lights to see Alice’s lifeless body in the middle of the floor, covered in blood and disfigured from the damage that killed her. On the wall, smeared in blood, read “She decided to go down the rabbit hole, so I sent her to Wonderland. Ha ha ha”. Before William could come back to reality from his shock, the room filled with police lights and the door broke down, police swarming in. Fast forward to weeks later, William was convicted of the murder of his wife, Alice. Everything pointed towards William being the killer and this crushed his soul. No matter how much he pleaded and swore his love for Alice, no matter how much pain he displayed in her loss, whomever framed him, got away with it. William was sentenced to death row in prison. William did not belong in prison and it was evident. From day one, he was picked on and beaten by inmates. The guards harassed William relentlessly and teased him with Wonderland jokes due the murder of his wife Alice, the message on the wall, and the poor slaughtered rabbit. William was shown no mercy and his life became a constant struggle for survival, a pure hell. It wasn’t until a Doctor came in the night to the prison that William may be saved. She offered certain luxuries and promises to whichever inmate offered his services for an experiment. While every inmate was desperate for this opportunity, the Doctor, Dr. Queen, saw the beaten and disheveled William in the corner. She approached him and offered to him specifically. In question as to why, she said that William looked like he was beaten to his last card to play in survival, he deserves a break due to his admirable survivability. With enough convincing, he was willing. The beginning of the end is what was in store for William. Little did William know, he was about to be used as a disposable tool in unethical experimentation. Dr Queen suddenly became cold and apathetic towards William. She told him she was looking to study to vast complexities of the human mind and look to cure or better understand one of the most enigmatic disorders of the brain, dissociative disorders. Since she can’t use actual people who suffer from such disorders in experiments due to ethics, she was allowed to use one of the inmates on death row in a covert program. “What does this have to do with me?” William said in a fit of anxiety. “I don’t have any such disorder!” “Not yet you don’t.” Dr. Queen said sinisterly. “Now, unfortunately for you, the disorder I’m focusing on, DID, or, Dissociative Identity Disorder, is something developed in young developing minds that have endured horrific trauma.” She continued. “It isn’t heard of for an adult to suddenly develop DID from relatively current trauma, as when it manifests in most adults or young teens, it’s from a suppressed trauma from their childhood years. So we need to somehow get you to develop the disorder.” “W…well…wh…what are you, er, how are you going to do that?? William panicked. “Well, William, we are going to put you through any and every bit of possible trauma, damage, and pain possible until your brain decides to do what it does best, survive, and create an alter to handle the pain for you. Or you die like you would out in the prison environment anyway.” Dr. Queen said as she brushed her red hair from her face with a sadistic smirk. “Shall we begin?” William was hauled off to a secret part of the prison where he could be put through Hell without anyone ever hearing him, and Hell he was definitely put through. William had just about every sort of pain, humiliation, trauma, and distress casted upon him for around 2 months without success. If anything, it was remarkable and near uncanny how much William was capable of surviving. It was even further impressive how well his body was capable of healing and retaining itself. Dr. Queen went to do her research on William’s childhood and early life, to which she discovered she could hardly find anything. It was as if he didn’t have a childhood as his records were so vague and seemingly constructed, fabricated. Dr. Queen dug even deeper and got access to restricted files to which lead her to a disturbing discovery. She found files so hidden and buried that it was nearly impossible to find them unless you really dug deep. Within those files she discovered William’s horrific past and grinned widely. She gathered the files and fled back to the prison to confront William. A beaten and bruised William was sat down in front of Dr. Queen who showed him files of two adults, a woman and a man, slaughtered on a couch. “What does this have to do with me?” William managed to choked out of his swollen mouth. “You did this, William. You murdered these two, your biological parents.” Dr. Queen excitedly explained. “N…no. No! I’ve never seen these people before!” William exclaimed. “Stop this!” “William, these were your parents. They experimented on you ever since you were a baby. They injected you with experimental drugs and beat you, neglected you. They wanted to see if you could develop a healing or regenerative mutation of sorts. The trauma they put you through, it was despicable.” Dr. Queen said almost sympathetically. “Stop this! I want no part in this anymore. I’m done. Your games and mind tricks aren’t working. Just kill me and I can be with Alice again!” William cried. “I’m sorry, William, but you’re not going anywhere. You see, the torture you endured during childhood eventually broke you. You’ve had DID all along. You developed your first alter, Bill, who took over and shielded you from the trauma. Bill, he found an opportunity and murdered them, massacred them more like. How you overcame them as such a young boy is unknown and quite astonishing.” Dr. Queen said calmly. “Please stop. My head, it’s throbbing. This still doesn’t make me believe anything and prove I killed Alice.” William said somewhat vapidity. “This is where it gets bizarre. You see, you were in and out of foster care due to your disorder you then developed. You were violent and destructive. This followed you into your late 20s. There you met a psychiatrist, her name was Alice. Ring a bell? I can see your gears turning.”. Dr. Queen explained. “No. No more…” William was cut off. “You formed a bond with Alice. She was capable of chasing off your alters and keeping you stable. You fell in love with her. Despite the conflict of your other alters, Alice saw her presence kept you stable and she fell in love with you back. Or maybe she just found you interesting? She then buried your past and made you forget your past. Gave you a new one.” Dr. Queen Continued. William was visibly in a state of confusion and frustration. Just staring off beyond Dr. Queen. “Something must have triggered a tick in you and an alter presented itself and murdered Alice. Perhaps in a fit of retribution? Do they know something you don’t?” Dr. Queen questioned. William was in a near catatonic state and no longer in the conversation. Dr. Queen motioned for a guard to take him away for the night, but once the grizzly hand of the guard grabbed William’s shoulder, William looked up with a grin to a startled Dr. Queen. William grabbed the guard’s hand and twisted it, then crushed it. He grabbed his cuffs he secretly undid and stabbed the other guard frantically charging towards him with the sharp pointed unlatched end of the cuff. Dr. Queen was in sheer shock and fell down to her back. William approached her. “She shouldn’t have been chasing rabbits. She shouldn’t have jumped into the rabbit hole of Sir William’s mind.” William sneered. “B…Bill?” Dr. Queen shakily asked. “No no no, my red Queen, Bill is long gone. I’m the Rabbit, I’ve planned this all along, I manifested the moment Sir William saw the dead rabbit you see, but I kept hidden, filing through William’s mind. You see, you’re one of the young researchers shadowing the Doctors who experimented on poor little William. I’ve come to collect you and send you back to Wonderland. Just Alice really built a strong wall to hop over in poor Sir William’s head. Some other dark fellow in this noggin snuck out and took care of poor Alice and quickly retreated. However, now, your antics started to remind my good fellow on his past trauma, I couldn’t have that. Like you said, the brain survives and gave me a door, I was able to hop out!” Rabbit said. A visibly fear struck Dr. Queen looked puzzled on what to say or ask first. “To Wonderland? What ever do you mean!?” Dr. Queen cried. “What does the good Red Queen always say? Hm? Off with your head?” Rabbit said sincerely. “And you see, what you’ve done here during Sir William’s lovely stay, is allow another gentlemen to manifest in this headspace. One who Sir William oddly found an interest in. Let me introduce you to him, as he doesn’t talk much. Have at it, Mister Ripper.” Rabbit said, straightening himself out. His face became cold and emotionless. His stature changed to a more broad and hunched over brutish character, almost as if he grew in size. His eyes slowly scanned and met with Dr. Queen, to which he produced a nasty grin. Ripper slowly progressed towards Dr. Queen. “Run…” The Ripper growled. “I…I don’t understand” Dr. Queen said as she began to sob. The Ripper grabbed the end of the table and forcibly flipped the table in the air, flinging it over the railing, crashing on the ground below. “RUN!!!” The Ripper roared in an unnaturally deep voice. Dr. Queen stumbled and began running and screaming for help, hearing a low toned laughter fading behind her. That night, 20 guards, the warden, several inmates, and Dr. Queen were found massacred. William was nowhere to be found. William wasn’t seen since the events of the prison, however, a peculiar killer made a name for himself as he racked up victims. The killer wore a motif of the White Rabbit combined with the outfit of Jack the Ripper. It didn’t take long for others to put clues together to find out it was William, though, not really William. The identities of the White Rabbit and the Ripper were often the most present, as the Rabbit was often the brains and Ripper the brawn. He is vastly elusive and good at illusion and deception. The elaborate way he kills and escapes is often a hurdle in predicting his next moves and capturing him. He likes to play games with everyone victims and challenge them philosophically, psychologically, and physically. White Rabbit would like nothing more than to see them break, often making them choose between apprehending him or saving another of his victims. White Rabbit appears to display unique abilities such as above human strength, durability, stamina, and is capable of performing feats or actions not considered possible by basic human standards. the police assumes this is an effect of the experimentation done to William as a child and since the experimental drugs used upon William when his parents made them using, and experimenting with some animals blood, the police of this town feels responsible now for the damage that White Rabbit has caused, and not responding quick enough, all events that tried to stop the White Rabbit and try to bring back William, save him from himself. seem hopeless. White Rabbit seemingly fluctuates in abilities and tactics just as different personalities manifest. All the personalities seem to be obedient to the Rabbit alter. With the constant puzzles, riddles, elusiveness, stealth, and fighting and intellectual skills, White Rabbit is amongst one of the most challenging Killers, this world has ever seen. The constant change in personality makes him very hard to track or predict as it would require knowing each personality as its own person. The biggest mystery is finding out what makes the White Rabbit tick. they'll have to jump down the rabbit hole and chase the rabbit to get answers. We all know how elusive the white rabbit is in wonderland. Just go ask Alice, I think she'll know. |
2023.03.30 15:21 rosemarycharm [Art] Twisted Wonderland Silver (but smol)
![[Art] Twisted Wonderland Silver (but smol)](https://preview.redd.it/m11350uqfrqa1.png?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=a4b8a696f26d62772cb41e4eb5d20b470025c35e "[Art] Twisted Wonderland Silver (but smol)") | submitted by rosemarycharm to u/rosemarycharm [link] [comments] |