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407
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devpt
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differentspecies
diffusion
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Distilling
disturbingmovies
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diynz
DJsCirclejerk
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doctorwhoprequelmemes
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Dominicanos
dotamasterrace
Dotz0cat
doughboys
DragonBallBreakers
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Dramione
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dreamcasting
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dropbarmtb
DrugsOver30
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dtvn_accountmarket
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ducktales
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e621comments
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eff
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emperorschildren
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ender
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entrepreneurship
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eyetriage
F1MobileRacing
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facebookdrama
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fark
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FatGirlsAnonymous
fatherted
FAWSL
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ffxvi
Fiat500
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fighterpilotpodcast
financialmodelling
findaleague
FionaApple
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firetvstick
FireworksGoneWrong
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fishnamesonly
fitfurs
FKPartizaniTirane
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FootWorship
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frogasses
frogsandtoads
FrutigerAeroJerk
fryup
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fullegoism
funnycommits
FurAI
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furrylingerie
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furryswimsuits
FutaSub
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Gadgetbridge
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gameoflife
gameverifying
gamingaddiction
gamingphotography
GammaWorld
gaslampingyourself
genderfluid_irl
general_complaints
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genericmindustry
genesysrpg
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gfdpersonals
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GilfoyleKnows
Girls_With_Pitchforks
GirlsGoneWired
girlsinhoods
GitOfMemes
GlaceonNSFW
glasscollecting
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gonewildpopping
goodtiming
gorillarecipes
gout
GPT_4
GPT4
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GreatRPerStories
greek
GreekFooty
GreenArraysCirclejerk
Greencard
greenlightquality
greensburg
grippingfoodwithforce
Groningen
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hacke
hacks
HadleyTelescope
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HarFEET
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Harmontown
hatsune
HaveWeMeta
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Hayasaka_NSFW
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heels
HeGetSus
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helmets
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HFJCringe
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hisomaso
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horrorpunk
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howdidtheycodeit
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hubposts
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HumanBeingBros
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Hyperion
IAmHighAsFuckRightNow
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IBLbaseball
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IFFans
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ILTrees
imaginarymicrostates
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IsTodayThe21stOfSept
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lovecars
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First
Vitmori POV
Work had begun almost immediately as Trisha got the forge going, talking with Heptio as she started going through the motions. It was clear to me that she was already off in her own little world. Rita had lingered to watch the work for a moment, but I could tell she was bored of this before long and began making her way out of the forge. Reyvyre had stood around for a little while longer before also making her way out, though she waved for me to follow; seeing no reason not to, I joined her and fell in step beside her. "So, how does your avatar feel? Trisha and Rita mentioned you battled with Reonim." She asked as she glanced over at me; I could see and feel her eyes wandering my body, though I could sense it was strictly analytical as she reviewed her handiwork.
"Hmm... Well, I lost, for one." I mentioned with a bit of a smile and shrugging a bit. "Reaction time wasn't as fast as my original body, though it was fast enough. I think I figured out a hint in using mana to enhance my physical capability, but I was unable to maintain my boosted running speed. My overall physical capabilities were good despite my low weight, but how heavy I am doesn't really matter to me. If I do need more weight, I'm sure I can manage with some kind of metal or stone weights."
Reyvyre's intrigue and curiosity were palpable as I spoke, I could sense that she wanted to take down notes, but she realized that she forgot her notepad back at the longhouse; focusing back on me, she nodded intently at my words before speaking up. "It sounds a lot like the delay that people with artificial limbs experience. The suggested remedy for that is to just use the limb as much as you can... So I suppose it's only a matter of time until your avatar feels natural." She suggested as she absently ran her fingers through her hair. "As for making use of your mana heart, I'm afraid I don't have much experience in actively using it. The only benefits I truly make use of are the ones that maintain my body with the reduced need to eat, sleep, and drink. Though I'm sure Reonim could advise you." She said before looking unsure as she tilted her head side to side a bit. "Well... He's knowledgeable and able to explain things easily enough, but he hasn't shown much talent in actually teaching." She admitted with a little shrug.
"Well, how common are mana hearts and magic users?" Now that I'm really thinking about it, the only people I've seen with mana hearts were mostly those in my service, aside from the drakewardens, Virtisa, Jaz, Lanzak, and Sylvia. Isaak looked like he had some glittering lights around his heart, but he had not actually developed one yet. Even Dhalia only had a mana heart; it wasn't even that impressive.
Reyvyre seemed to need a moment for that, I could feel her mind swirling with information as she considered my question. "One in ten people naturally develop mana hearts, one in twenty will develop their mana hearts to effectively use in combat at Reonim's level, and one in forty are able to cultivate their mana hearts to develop a single mana ring." She explained before looking over at me. "And that is only considering the short-lived races." She mentioned as she looked back out at the treeline below us. "You won't encounter many as powerful as yourself or even as powerful as I am, but there are many ways to develop mana hearts and mana rings, so there will be more than the predicted amount of those with mana hearts here and there, especially in the service of nobles, affluent merchants, among the guilds, or the various academies." She explained as she listed them out on her fingers.
"I see. Well, maybe I'll see for myself once my armor and equipment are ready. I was planning on joining Basti in visiting the hegemony and investigating the trafficking on their side of things." I decided to mention it as we neared the base of my mountain.
I could feel Reyvyre looking at me curiously at that comment. "Are you sure you're up for it? I mean no offense, but this world is nothing like yours, I just don't want you to be taken advantage of or misled." She expressed sincere worry and concern plainly on her face as she watched me.
I couldn't help but be amused by that as I returned her look with a quirked brow. "You may be four times older than me, but I'm still a grown man capable of caring for myself. People will still be people, no matter where they are from. As long as they can still be swayed by words, actions, kindness, or violence; I should be fine wherever I end up." I was half joking with that comment, but as far as I've seen with the people in the haven, even if they look different, they're still just people like I used to know.
I could sense Reyvyre's uncertainty, though she soon accepted my words and decided to move on to the next topic as we got down into the woods. "Well, if you're going on a trip, would you mind if I took Reonim and visited my clan?" She asked curiously, I could tell she wanted to go no matter what I said, though she also felt I wouldn't say no to something like that, and she wouldn't be wrong.
"Leaving so soon? You haven't even been back for a full week." I mused, deciding to pry just a little bit before letting her do what she wanted.
Reyvyre seemed to catch on to what I was after and obliged with a bit of a smile. "Well, I need to go report my status as possibly the youngest elven mage to etch their fourth ring of mana around their heart." She enthused proudly, though she then looked rather sheepish as she scratched the back of her head. "It's also been a decade since I last reported back, and I'm one of fifteen elves to actually wander beyond my clan borders, so I should probably inform them of the events of the world sooner rather than later." She chuckled a little bit before looking back at me. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to return the remains of the elf we found in Lichtdren's chamber to my people, the armor she wore was a lost treasure for the elven people, and returning it should do well to endear the clan to you and possibly the Empire, thanks to your alliance with them." She explained, the anticipation clear in her eyes about the possibilities.
"Just admit it, you have a hard time staying in one place, don't you?" I tease gently before smirking a bit. "Though I do appreciate you going out of your way to find me more friends in this world." I said as I looked over at her, glancing at my mark around her throat. "Sure, go for it, just let me do this real quick." I mentioned as I stepped closer, reaching out and gently poking her neck. I could feel her jolt with surprise, though she remained still as her mind hummed with curiosity at what I'm doing. To be honest, I'm not even sure what I'm doing, but I focus as I trail my finger from her neck, down to her shoulder, and pull away. My mark had seamlessly moved away from being so clearly distinct on her neck, down to her shoulder where most other people tend to have it. "There... Sorry if that was uncomfortable." I said as I flashed a small smile. "But my mark looked too much like a collar on you, and that wasn't sitting right with me." I explained as I rubbed the back of my head. I'm not sure why I did this right now, but it felt right.
Reyvyre looked surprised, to say the least, absently touching her neck and swallowing. I could sense a flurry of emotions coursing through her mind, but overall I could feel that the collar-like mark did bother her, at least in the corner of her mind when she saw others with my mark in more discrete places. After a moment, she smiled at me as she looked up into my eyes. "Thank you, Vitmori, for your help and your permission." She says while looking away, still absently touching her neck as she continues on our way back to the Haven. Though as we drew closer, she glanced back at me and flashed a smile. "Say... How about I show you some of the basics of magic? I'm sure you'll have a handle on it in no time." She mentioned with a grin.
"That sounds good to me." I reply with a bob of my head.
Reyvyre nodded in return before looking away. "Give me some time to set things up, I'll come get you in a little bit." She said as she stepped away and went off in a different direction than the Haven.
I watched her go for a couple of moments, though I made my way over to the clearing soon enough as I walked around. Most people are working on various things, though I do see a cluster of people working around a log, stripping it of bark using the new tools I had given them. I make my way over, spotting a beaverkin man snacking on some bark chips as he seemingly takes a break while Lanzak leads the group now. "You are Woody, right?" I ask, not entirely sure of their name since it felt a little on the nose.
The beaverkin man jumped a little with surprise, having been lost in thought while enjoying his snack. Looking over at me, he offers a grin before standing as he tucked the remaining wood chips he had into his pocket, all while doing his best to chew what he had in his mouth before swallowing and clearing his throat. "Guilty as charged." He expressed cheerfully as he stepped up to me. "Is there anything I could help you with?" He asked as he absently wiped at something at the edge of his lips.
"Yeah, Trisha mentioned that you would be making my bow and arrows for me, I just wanted to know if there's anything I can help with to get you started?" I explain as I glance over at the work they're already doing.
Woody looked thoughtful, his beaver tail tapping almost absently against the dirt behind him. "I know that the Shepherd Zasutir said that we should be doing work on our own so as to not burden you... However, if you are offering your help in exchange for something, then I suppose we are not burdening you anymore, and this is just an exchange of service." He reasoned with a shrewd smile before continuing. "We need much more wood than we are able to process ourselves at the rate we're going. Between firewood and construction materials, we need to get a lot of this setup and drying if we want to make any considerable progress on construction after winter has passed." He explained as his tail tapped at the dirt again. "Now, I did hear those drakewardens were planning on coming in with builders and supplies in the next couple of weeks, but wood is a long-term commodity that has lots of uses." He explained, now all business, though even as he spoke, he reached into his pocket and popped a wood chip into his mouth every now and then. "If you don't mind, could you use some of that dungeon magic of yours to take down twenty trees for us?"
"Only twenty trees?" I asked before chuckling a bit. I certainly don't mind the work, and I do have a lot more mana to work with than I had several weeks ago. Plus, Woody did have a point, this sort of stuff is no longer a one-sided charity of giving them whatever they need. They're doing stuff for me now, and I'm working to earn it. Even if I think twenty trees don't exactly equate to a bow and arrows.
Woody nodded as he chewed on some more bark. "Yep, for now. It's not like we're gonna stop cutting down more trees, though we won't be as rushed if you can do this for us... And as impressive as the longhouse you made is, what we need now are simple buildings for us to grow into before we improve on them later." He explained as he wiped his lips absently. "All we need to do is build the frames and floors of buildings, then I can make some bricks with clay and dry grass to fill out the rest." He said while nodding at his own words.
"I see, so how am I gonna break these trees down, and where do you want them?" I asked while looking over at the treeline and considering what trees to take down.
Woody hummed thoughtfully at that. "Well, you can put the wood behind the longhouse. That's where we have been putting it up till now." He mentioned before looking back up at me. "If you could break down four trees into manageable logs for firewood, eight trees into planks, and the remaining eight trees into squared posts for the frames." He listed out before snapping his fingers as he considered something else. "If it's not too much trouble, could you also pile up all the tree branches next to the wood, and as for the bark..." He trailed off. In the middle of biting down on another chip from his pocket, he pulled it away before clearing his throat. "Could you set up the bark near the fireplace, Virtisa has been asking for some to make some kind of medicine and other stuff... Apparently, it's got some sort of stuff and such to make lots of things and a few medicines." He explained before shrugging as he finally popped the piece of bark he had into his mouth and chewed. "I just think it tastes good." He mused with a smile.
I chuckled a little bit at his last comment before rubbing the back of my head and looking back to the tree line. "Sure, I'll see what I can do." With that, I step away towards the treeline, Woody looking to the others and getting back to processing the current log they were working on. It doesn't take long to go around and gather all the trees since I'm able to take everything from the leaves to the roots all at once. The only thing I had to actually take my time on was making sure the trees I collected were unoccupied and then taking a moment to fill the new hole with dirt so nobody fell in and got hurt.
It was actually on my way back when I encountered Sylvia, who smiled as she spotted me and made her way over. "I heard from Woody you were helping gather trees for us. Could you make sure some of that bark comes my way? I need it if I want to start making the leather for your equipment." She explained as she walked with me.
"Of course, do you think you'll have it ready anytime soon?" I ask as we start heading back to the clearing around the longhouse. Though at that, I could sense some kind of unease coming from Sylvia as she slowed her pace to stare at me.
"How... How soon are you thinking?" She asked before picking up the pace to walk by my side again.
I look over at her and offer a shrug. "Sometime next week, once I have some weapons and clothes, I'll start walking toward the Hegemony and..." But before I could continue, Sylvia started to chuckle before full-on belly laughing at me as she wiped at some non-existent tears, looking over at me and laughing some more as she was soon doubled over at my expense. To say I was a little annoyed would be accurate, but moreover, I was just confused by her reaction.
It took almost a full minute before she managed to get ahold of herself. Even then, she was still snickering as she placed a hand over her mouth before speaking up. "You're such a silly human... I don't know how they did things in your world, but proper leather for armor takes at least two months to be armor grade, and that's not even considering all the other prep work to get it done." She was panting, taking slow breaths as she did her best to compose herself, though she still turned red from the strain of not laughing at me each time she looked back up at me, having to physically place her hand over her mouth to do so. "Forget about the leather, I'll make you some hide boots and gloves and get with Miriam to see what we can do for some quick and sturdy armor. Just leave it to me, Vitmori." She mused, smirking at my expense as she smacked my lower back a couple of times before walking off.
Well... There goes my self-esteem. I suppose the only experience I have is the stuff I scavenged that was already put together, or from armorers who already had a supply of treated leather ready to be committed to make armor per request. To get my mind off that blunder, I set to work sorting out the wood into the requests Woody made for me. I end up sitting cross legged in the dirt and closing my eyes in order to focus on the details of the work; I can feel the mana be expended, and while it does consume more mana than when I usually interact with things in the vacuum of my storage, I can't help but be pleasantly surprised that I'm even able to do this much in this avatar; that is being able to visualize my storage space in the same abstract nature I used to before I had a body.
Before long, all the wood has been sorted out in neat piles behind the longhouse and I go over by the outdoor fireplace to find Virtisa getting a massive pot of water to boil over an open flame, the herbalist lizardkin flashing a fanged smile at me as she pokes at the fire with a stick, Sekha mrowling politely as she sits besides Virtisa, but doesn't move from her place as she watched intently. "Hello Vitmori, I take it that you have the bark Woody asked you to collect for me?" She asked, appearing to be content with Sekha sitting halfway in her lap, which was a huge improvent from when I last saw her hurriedly rushing out of my medbay after seeing what I had done to Dread, her head full of anxiety and doubts.
"Yeah, where should I leave them? There's a lot, ya know." I mentioned as I made my way closer, reaching out and gently doting on Sekha by scritching her throat before stepping away to give Virtisa her space.
I could see her eyes wander as she looked around before pointing at a spot a couple of feet away from her. "If you could leave them there, that would be great, thanks." She said as she brought her hand back and down on Sekha's back as she stroked the blue cub's fur.
I can't help but feel she's underestimating just how much tree bark I collected, in the end I settle with just dropping off a good thirty pounds of bark, and with that I could sense that Virtisa wasn't expecting nearly that much. "Perfect, I'll get to work refining all of this." She said pleasantly. She didn't visibly betray her surprise, though, instead bobbing her head as she went back to prodding the flames underneath the pot.
Before I could get into anything else, Reyvyre came into the clearing and waved me over, her hands and knees covered in dirt. Making my way over, I look her up and down before quirking a brow with curiosity. "I see you've been playing around in the dirt." I mused kindly.
Reyvyre, for her part, looks confused for more than a few seconds before remembering something and looking at herself. She chuckled a bit as she scratched the back of her neck. "Yeah, about that... Well, it's better if I just show you." She said with a small smile before leading me out of the clearing. We walk for a few minutes before coming across a smaller clearing, the smell of fresh cut grass in the air as I see the results of Reyvyre's efforts. In the middle of the clearing was a magic circle with a variety of runes strewn all over the place, while I can read a few of the things here and there, I'm not too sure about the specifics, though I sense Reyvyre is more than ready to explain everything in just a moment as she beckoned me to come to the middle of the circle. "Kneel down here. We're gonna check your affinities." She mentioned, moving to get out of the circle while stepping carefully between the lines and runes.
Watching how she walked, I made sure to follow her example, crossing into the magic circle as I knelt down in the middle. "My affinities?" I parrot curiously. I mean, I knew I had three aspects, but I don't know if it's the same thing she's talking about.
"Yeah, we're gonna see what magics you have the greatest connection to, the base roots of which are the primal elements found in the world. Things like fire, water, earth, and air, among other things." She explained eagerly as she pointed to the four big circles within the magic circle before gesturing to the numerous smaller circles. "Beyond those, there are other magics which are more esoteric beyond the base elements. From there, I can see how to best guide and instruct you on the branches of magics that come easiest for you." She said as she sat down cross-legged in the grass. "Go on, reach out and run your mana through the magical circle, I'll make sure everything stays stable and review the results." She mentioned, eager anticipation just radiating from her like a ball of light. I look around myself for another moment before following her instructions, closing my eyes as I reach out with my mana. I can feel things happening around me, my mana pulsing and resonating as I meet Reyvyre's mana in the magical circle. "Wow..." Is all she says as I go to open my eyes.
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NOTE: I'm just doing this fur fun and as a character study exercise. You are welcome to tell me your own thoughts in the comments. If you don't know Hunter x Hunter, you might not understand most of what will be in here.
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Hunter x Hunter has a lot of similarities with The Owl House. From how similar the Zoldycks are to the Blights, to the direct storylines of certain characters, and even the bizarre morbid nature of the worlds in each story. But while anyone can theoretically use any type of magic they choose in the Boiling Isles, Nen and aura are a bit more restrictive; as everyone is born with some sort of natural affinity that makes using certain types of nen much more difficult than others, and some people don't even get a choice at all, being stuck with one specific ability they are born with. Add to that the "vow and limitation" system, and the complexity and specificity of nen goes through the roof, making each ability as unique as the person that uses it. In fact, someone once said "there are as many nen abilities as there are nen users".
So, if Owl House characters had nen, I think it would go something like this:
For some characters, it is quite easy to figure out.

• Willow would be a manipulator. Her plant powers are so natural and unique that they basically already function as a nen ability already, with her limitation being her inability to use other types of magic effectively (almost like the inverse of emperor time).
• Amity has so many similarities to Killua Zoldyck in her family and ever character arc that it would only make sense for her to be a transmuter. And seeing how Darius uses abominations, that could very easily be done with transmutation.
• Gus would be an emmiteconjurer, with his ability being essentially a highly advanced version of Hisoka's texture surprise.
• King is clearly an emmiter, his roar is pretty much a basic emmision attack.
• Tinella Nosa is an enhancer. I don't think explaining this is needed.
• Belos is 100% a manipulator, and his ability would be very similar to Illumi's needles, since he clearly does not care for people consenting to do something or even them being alive at all to do it.

Some other characters are trickier to figure out, so for now, I only want to focus on Luz herself, as there are many solid arguments for different types of abilities.
But first, I want to start by pointing out one is is highly UNlikely: Enhancer.
While it's easy to think she should be an enhancer because of her "similarities" to Gon, it is crucial to understand that those similarities are very superficial. Besides her upbeat attitude and potential descent into darkness, she is Gon's absolute polar opposite.
Gon is said many times by Togashi himself to be a very bad nen user, as all of his potential and power are wasted due to his impulsiveness and lack of creativity. On top of that, when Pitou tells him Kite can't be saved, he immediately throws all of his potential and future away just to kill them in a fit of rage. Gon is also highly selfish and hyppocritical, critizicing the Spiders for killing people even though he kills just as easily as them.
Luz, on the other hand, is always selfless and kind, and even at her absolute lowest, she has never even come close to taking a single life. While she is loud and somewhat impulsive, she is one of the smartest characters in her show (I would personally argue, THE smartest), showing a level of profficiency, creativity, and cunning in her use of magic that no one else can come even close to. Unlike Gon who throws his talent and future away, she always works for the long game, growing slower but more effectively than Gon. In a lot of ways, she is more like Leorio than anyone else, and for that I propose the first potential nen type for her:

• Emmiter: Luz has shown that her prefered combat style is not head-on or direct, but stealth and careful strategy. Often choosing to surprise and sneak past opponents, leaving direct confrontations to the very last minute possible. An emmission ability that uses portals or teletransportation would not only be thematically fitting, but would allow her to fight around her opponents so well, she would essentially become untouchable. In fact, with her tendency to take other people's place in bad situations, an ability that swaps the locations of 2 or more objects would be absolutely ideal. We could call it something silly and energetic like "Boogie Woogie" (yes, that was on purpose. She is really similar to Toudou from JJK as well. Just switch "Azura" for "Takada").

But there is more to Luz here to consider. One of Luz's main abilities that often goes undernoticed is her ability to subtly manipulate people. Luz has shown an insane ability to judge people's character and manipulate them based on it. She can get even peopel that are trying to kill her to listen to what she has to say, and she can even sway them into helping her get what she wants. She even managed to hustle Belos himself twice. She hustled the ultimate Hustler. For this I would also propose:

• Manipulator: It would be something subtle like subconcious suggestion, but she could wield it frightengly well.

And lastly, I would like to throw one last crazy idea out here. Luz is all about free will and freedom of choice, so the type that would fit the most in Hunter x Hunter's twisted ironic story would be:

• Single type specialist: The one nen type with no freedom of choice, I even have an ability that would fit Luz perfectly.
  • The King commands you: This is an ability where Luz herself has no real access to her own aura, but everyone else does. The ability works by Luz giving someone an order (for example: King, attack Belos). If they don't do what she ordered them to, nothing happens. But if they do what she commanded, a portion of her massive aura is directed towards that person and massively boost whatever abilities they have. It doesn't matter what that ability is or what category is belongs to, it becomes massively more powerful and effective. Hisoka's Bungee Gum gains massive range and becomes nigh indestructible, Chrollo can use multiple abilities at the same time and not just 2, Killua's electricity becomes massive, you get the point. In essence, she becomes the ultimate leader: commanding people and greatly rewarding them for following her. By carefully crafting her orders, she can influence people's actions by controlling their rewards, without needing to punish anyone for disobeying. It fits her leadership capabilities, her manipulation, her intelligence, and even her kind and giving nature.

That would be my ideas for now.

Description: Esme is ready to start over.
After enduring years of suffering, Esme, a Phaedrani, or Spiderfolk, is leaving her past behind and venturing to Varaz'khor, an Orcish territory to the Far North. Though she is partly on a mission to uncover the secret abandoned library of her matron Demon Queen, she is also hoping to find herself far away from all that has plagued her before.
But Esme ends up finding much more than that, for within the library is a Sethiran, a hyenalike monster. For years, the Sethiran has been squatting in the abandoned library, doing all she could to make ends meet. Quickly, the two bond over their troubled pasts, their shared loneliness, and eventually, they decide to rebuild the library together, going on adventures for new relics and tomes, hiring assistants for research, and more.
But along with all the artifacts, Esme and the Sethiran find the most special treasure of all: love for each other.
Chapter Description: In which Esme and Pietro travel to the Far North.
Content Warnings: Disordered eating, OCD, PTSD, remembered past child abuse, remembered past assault, discussions of both consensual sex work and nonconsensual trafficking.
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Traveling with Pietro was not how I expected it to be.
It was a several day’s journey to Varaz’khor; as Varaz’khor was in the Far North of Vaagriklund and we were traversing mountainous territory, this was no day trip. Public carriages took us from town to town, all about twelve hours apart, and whenever we arrived in one, we stayed the night there, not wanting to brave the elements at night.
I did my best to eat like a normal person, though I found myself spending more time pretending to eat than actually eating. Nervousness made my fears worse, and they seemed to affect Eva, too. She remained vigilant as ever regarding the safety of what I ingested.
You can get away with just a drink here, if they clean the tap.
I saw a chef wash his hands. This is adequate, but eat slowly.
The kitchen is disgusting. Don’t eat anything here. I’ll be shocked if Pietro escapes dinner unscathed.
But Pietro was unharmed by the food. He even seemed rather ecstatic about it, writing excitedly about how good the food was, especially a beer-fried chicken he tried.
I was eventually able to ignore my hunger, though I felt weak and uneasy. As I tried not to focus on food, I thought of money.
A part of me had wanted to work during our travels, but I saw very few women, and I was far too exhausted to engage in any sort of labor, let alone work that would take all night, so to speak. This meant that we primarily used Pietro’s money, which meant we had to share a room.
This made me incredibly nervous.
The only times I had ever shared rooms with men were during my childhood, which I tried in vain not to think about. A part of me panicked that Pietro would take advantage of the situation, but he never did.
Bathhouses in Orc country were co-ed, and he somehow understood that this was something I couldn’t handle despite me never telling him about my childhood. Instead, he paid extra for private baths, and we took turns. He always left the room when I changed or turned around if this wasn’t feasible. He never touched me, not even an affectionate, platonic pat. His eyes never wandered, and I was grateful.
One of the rooms we rented—the last one before Varaz’khor—only had one bed, and I felt sick when I discovered it. Pietro returned to the innkeeper to clarify we weren’t a couple, only for the innkeeper to laugh and say it was all they had left.
Pietro reported this back to me sadly, then wrote, Let me take a bath and I’ll think about what we can do.
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I've had a growing interest in bug furry stuff (buggie stuff?) for the past while now, but it doesn't seem to be overly common on Reddit, and 90% of basically everything on FurAffinity is inflation art.
Any specific places for stuff like that?

Description: Esme is ready to start over.
After enduring years of suffering, Esme, a Phaedrani, or Spiderfolk, is leaving her past behind and venturing to Varaz'khor, an Orcish territory to the Far North. Though she is partly on a mission to uncover the secret abandoned library of her matron Demon Queen, she is also hoping to find herself far away from all that has plagued her before.
But Esme ends up finding much more than that, for within the library is a Sethiran, a hyenalike monster. For years, the Sethiran has been squatting in the abandoned library, doing all she could to make ends meet. Quickly, the two bond over their troubled pasts, their shared loneliness, and eventually, they decide to rebuild the library together, going on adventures for new relics and tomes, hiring assistants for research, and more.
But along with all the artifacts, Esme and the Sethiran find the most special treasure of all: love for each other.
Chapter Description: In which Pietro and Esme discuss what happened with Phaedra.
Content Warnings: Disordered eating, OCD, PTSD, remembered past child abuse.
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I awakened in a strange room, and my immediate instinct was to panic.
I sat up—far too quickly—and took in my surroundings, attempting to decipher what had happened. I was in a bedroom that I did not recognize, tucked beneath a thick quilt. The light was dim enough that I couldn’t see fine details, but I could see a pot of incense burning on the end table beside me, a precariously-packed bookshelf to my left, and moonlight streaming in from the window. My head pounded, and my vision swam. I felt as though I had been drugged, which led me to immediately inspect my body.
No wounds, no pain or hemolymph between my legs. I was safe.
And then the memories flooded to my mind—traveling to Kinallend to the Temple of Phaedra, Phaedra’s task, and the familiar.
Where was the little spiderling?
I patted the blanket as though she would crawl out beneath it but felt nothing aside from my own arms, abdomen, and legs.
The door to the bedroom opened, and I turned quickly—too quickly, leading me to lean forward and hold my head, groaning. The little Priest from earlier, Pietro, walked in, waving his hand to ignite the candles in the room. I saw my familiar following him and immediately relaxed. Eva, too, was safe.
In some of Pietro’s free hands, he held a platter with a cup of a thick red liquid balanced on top of it. Once he saw that I was awake, he set this on the end table and began to sign. Then he remembered himself and got a pen and parchment.
First time experiences conversing with Phaedra can be incredibly draining, and I’m sorry if I was negligent. I didn’t expect the conversation to go on so long, and I am sorry.
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Lydia gives off a soft groan as she turns, no longer asleep but wishing that she was. There were no duties today, she thought to herself, so why wake up early? rubbing her face on the pillow she smiles, enjoying the comforting warmth of Caldera. It is not long ago that she started sleeping in the dungeon, but she cannot think herself stopping anymore, being outside now feeling cold and empty compared to the feeling she gives her. Lydia stretches, knowing she cannot lie in bed and enjoy the feeling forever, even if she'd like to, and opens her eyes, ready to great Caldera a good morning
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for a mass of eyes and meat to greet her instead
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jumping up immediately, Lydia's instincts took over and delivered a knee kick to the mass, for her leg to simply sink into the malleable mass, the strike not yielding any results except stopping the eyes from looking at her. shaking, she looked around the room just to find it an amalgam of flesh, sinew and bone, somewhat resembling the shape of the room she fell asleep in, her bed itself being a tumour whose warmth she confused for that of her partner. dashing towards the exit, her Ki enhanced jumps leaving plopping and squelching sounds in her wake, she found herself outside, her short lived hope that the aforementioned room was an exception shattered as she looked upon Caldera's territory.
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The whole area was covered by unnatural growths, stalks consisting of multiple sinewy bones with a bulb of opaque liquid as well as meaty tendrils writhing towards the sky making up most of the "flora", if it can be called as such, every one of them different than the last, the lake that was once filled with frogs and lunar lilies now a putrid pond of gastric juices with a mix of brown, red and green, an occasional bony star floating above it, like a solidified explosion. She turned around, her horror only growing as she saw where she just came out of.
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A tree of meat stood tall, the eyes that replaced it's leaves gazing at it's surroundings lazily, bright red spores dispersing from it's bursting pustules, the sickening miasma spreading throughout the air, covering the sky in a red mist. the light of the pulsating red stars in the night sky left just enough light for Lydia's enhanced eye sight to make out the veins that covered the tree, all running toward it's center, her improved ears picking up the pulsating that permeated throughout the tree, the ground, and the world as a whole; the stars themselves beating in unison with the expansion and contraction of the veins, the pustules syncing their release with each beat.
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whatever this substance is, it is in the Air, and though she cannot feel any direct effects on her body, she does not want to find out what will happen to her if she gets more of these spores inside of her so she slows her breathing, her ki flow slowing down as well, in an attempt to buy time from whatever was happening potentially happening to her too.
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Lydia slowly starts to walk around in search of anything familiar, something or someone to ask what was going on, how to change her partner back - if she even was still in Caldera's dungeon, that is. but how could it not be? it is all in the same forms and places, though twisted beyond anything but recognizing the most basic semblances. What if this is how it would remain? what if that is what Caldera became? What if she was dead or subsumed? or even worse, what if this is what she became, unrecognizable and without a way to return?
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Lydia wipes the tears off her face, her professionalism focusing her on the task at hand: to find anything with a semblance of reason. continuing the walk that her train of thought stopped, she walked along the Lake of fluids, the smell of digestive acid, sweet rot and decaying blood making her want to throw up, each breath as shallow as can be. walking along it, she notices the two forms in the middle above the lake, the former twin scions swimming in the air
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one of them was covered in diseased scales, the green infection that permeated their whole body leaving them a bloated whiteish green carcass that yet moved, the infectious substance decaying with proximity to the other form, which had it's flesh melt and fall of in chunks and drip off in a brownish-black liquid, yet always regrowing just as fast as it fell off, the two continuing their existence in an unholy balance of growth and decay.
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reaching the spa that now had burning blood as it's water, with hearts beating in the aforementioned synced pulse to pump the liquid corruption, she found the corpses in it, still in a form as if they were just conversing in a casual talk, with some showing signs of panicked exits. there were no expressions on any of them, their eyes and mouths covered in scar tissue as if someone gouged and cut them out just to leave them regrow. unable to hold it in, Lydia vomits on the ground, the nightmare only worsening - whatever this was, it was not just a twisted version of Caldera, but it also was murderous - or had a sick sense of humor replicating that scenario.
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"This isn't funny, Caldera!" Lydia shouted shortly after emptying whatever her stomach had. "If this is another one of your weird horror attractions, then you really went to far with this one!! please, just stop, if you can hear me...". yet her only answer was the continuous pulsating of the place, uncaring about the tears streaming on her face or the sobs from within her chest. so she cried for some time, before breaking up to continue her search.
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just as she walked out, she saw Jackie, staring at the dungeon entrance. with renewed hope, Lydia sprinted towards the Jackalope, the tears that flew now being those of relief, as she called out to her. right before she reached her though, one of her legs sunk into the fleshy ground, and any attempt at pulling it out failed. "Jackie! help me, please! what is going on with this place? " there was no answer, the hope slowly turning into doubt and suspicion, as the jackalope which was staring at the ground slowly raised it's head, the front still not visible.
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"We...we have to save Caldera! you see the flesh too. don't you have any Idea how to free her from it? why are you not doing anything?"
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The Jackalope simply turned to face her, And Lydia's blood froze. staring at her was a skull only half covered with flesh, some of it melting and some spreading out from the eye sockets, as a gurgling, deep voice came from within it. "Why...Would I Want To Return To What I Was Before..?", no comprehensible sounds being heard yet the meaning still blasting through her mind. She tried to run away, panic holding her mind prisoner, but she just sank deeper into the molasse made out of fat and muscles, restricting her movement further and further as the jackalope started slowly approaching, each step consisting of tendrils forming between her and the ground, pushing and pulling her where necessary to allow the unnatural movement.
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"NO! DON'T COME CLOSER! GET AWAY!! GET AWAY!!!!" the screams doing nothing to stop Jackie's approach, she now stood above the body of Lydia, the lower part of it being swallowed by the ground. reaching out, the fur peeling back to let her uncovered flesh hold Lydia's face gently, the touch burning marks into her cheek, she spoke It Is All Right. There Is No Need To Be Afraid. You Will Join Us Too, And We Will Be One" Lydia simply screamed and trashed around, as the paws started melting together with her face, Jackie standing above her with her melting flesh flowing upon Lydia, Threatening to drown and burn her at the same time as Lydia's world spun, the eyes, The very stars pointing their looks at her and piercing her with their glares, a chorus of "Join Us" and "We Will Be One" filling her ears and heart, her whole body aflame, Her spirit feeling like it was being pulled from her body as "Lydia!" joined the chorus, repeating and repeating, "Lydia!" "Lydia!" "Lydia!!"
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"LYDIA!!"
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I Scream, my lungs feeling hoarse as if that is all I was doing, My body aching all over as I jump towards the corner with a battle ready stance. green, white, light brown, colors in my blurry vision as the only Instinct is just survival, fight against the enemy. the enemy. what enemy? I shake my head to clear my vision, My Brain in too much turmoil to focus my Ki willingly, and see a fearful and the dungeon core, the one meter diameter Emerald giving off a green light in pulses, it's focus entirely on me as her panic bleeds through, though said panic is about me and nobody else. An Involuntary Whimper comes out of my mouth as my body tries to speak yet my brain is frozen in shock as my legs give out and I collapse on the floor of the hollowed out tree trunk, feeling the hot tears flowing on my face as I bawled, the terrible feeling still inside my chest.
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In my peripheral vision, I see the beast moving towards me, wrapping it's paws around me - and immediately having my knee land in it's face as I push the monster away. no, nonononono, not again, you will not do that to me! the panicked thoughts stop as my mind seems to catch up with reality, as I see the somewhat malformed snout of Jackie covered in blood from my strike, a mix of surprise, shock, worry and hurt together on her face. I just hurt her. she probably was trying to comfort me, and I just retaliated by trying to kill her. oh shield, what am I doing? what happened to me? The sickness in my stomach now makes itself even more noticeable and I find myself sitting on the floor, still in the corner, bawling my eyes out as my body tries and fails to say something, only making some unrecognizable noises like those of a dying animal. I see Jackie standing up, approaching me carefully, as if still trying to comfort me, but feel myself tensing up and trying to back away even further, an unnatural panic holding me prisoner in a way that even my training cannot keep up with. seeing this, she stops, a wounded yet mostly worried expression still on their face, their mouth moving yet no understandable sound being processed by my head, as if hearing itself was dangerous to my very being.
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this went on, as I sat in the corner and continued to cry as my body produced sweat without end, the lingering sensation of being burnt alive enough to cause it to go into disarray, my coarse, dry throat signalling me that it was strained before hand and is strained even more now as I waited, unable to do anything else against the panic except let it wash over me, a loss of control I hated but had no choice in, as any attempt at saying something or moving towards them was met with incomprehensible noises or another wave of panic as my tense, shaking body refused to move, instincts triumphing over logic as emotions, which I thought I had in check, overpowered me instead. their gazes remained on me, not being distracted by anything else for a second, worry, sadness and anxiety remaining throughout the whole time.
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at last, I eventually was able to get up, moving towards the core and Jackie slowly as my body burned through most of the energy it could have used to holding me in the state of panic, and I fell into the arms of the mostly healed Jackalope, her magic having mostly patched up the wound I inflicted upon her, her paws immediately wrapping around and holding me. I was still shaking, though now just as much due to exhaustion, and simply let Jackie comfort me in silence. That was a terrible nightmare, and I was quietly wondering how it even came to be, considering that I never saw something like that before nor read about such a thing, neither as an account of reality nor even fiction. and why did it feel so real - why why do I still feel as if it actually happened, as if my body is about to melt? and...could it ever become true?
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Would Caldera ever do something like this? _Could_ she ever do something like this? I want to answer yes, but something tells me that what I was was the result of a life affinity too, though I do not understand, actually, how a life affinity, something associated with plants and balanced eco systems could turn into flesh, since flesh does not even fall into the domain of life. I look upon Caldera's core, which is glowing with a reassuring green light, as if she never could do serious harm upon anyone who did not deserve it through their own actions.
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yet while my head told me it could physically not be, my emotions still harboured fear, the affinity acquisition by her scions already being a development not speaking favourably for the impossibility for such a happening.
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As I thought this, I felt myself drifting away, becoming more tired by the second. I guess being in such an emotional state leaves you exhausted, no matter how much endurance you have... I should...probably ask her... if the dream.....has any........meaning.........
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deep inside the trunk, Alexa and Giorno were discussing the details of the latest development. "We cannot bring her into the network again" stated Giorno, Alexa nodding in affirmation. "She got knowledge and information that she should not be able to after being connected through us. We cannot take what she has seen, and it is likely that she only saw it subconsciously, but we cannot reveal anything more to her, especially considering the importance she has for the Don". thinking for a moment, he added "and the Don herself cannot know about it either, if possible. it's best if she continues her life as is, without having this to occupy her mind" "that is what we are here for" agreed Alexa, sharing the order to keep quiet to everybody except the core and Jackie, the voice being too connected to Caldera to hide information that the Jackalope herself has from her master.

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Date: 72 PST
This was the first time that Daniela had felt proud of the uniform she wore, of being in the Hatil military. The little cream furred mammal in her military uniform would have also been called “adorable” by any Terrans, but pride was her current feeling. It wasn’t like Daniela hadn’t had a successful career, rising to the rank of Admiral and in command of her own warship after doing her duty willingly. But the simple act of being in the Hatil military was shameful enough on its own.
60 years ago they had launched an unneeded war of shame and idiocy onto their now Terran allies, 60 years ago they had been roundly defeated by the newcomers to the galactic community. Since then the Hatil would have been more than willing to leave the act of having a military to their would be conquerors, as they believed they deserved, but the Terrans were seemingly uninterested in the act of actually conquering others. This had forced the Hatil to have some method of defending themselves: a functioning military.
This required that someone fill these positions. Legally being a member of the Hatil military was like any other job, but culturally it was considered "tainted". The societal solution for this had been simple: the sins of the father.
Daniela had joined the military because her father had, and her father had joined because his mother had been part of that original shameful fleet which had through ignorance and fear attacked their now Terran friends.
Generation after generation of cultural shame, held and remembered. Until now.
The Estorian empire was a collection of five slaving species, all as evil and terrible as the last. Conflict between them and the Terran alliance had been slowly brewing for years, with many Terrans advocating for full military intervention. That had been granted after the Estorians had done one incursion too far, one terrible act too many.
Practically every member of the Terran alliance had pledged some form of military support. The Terran Alliance had every single type of culture and species imaginable, each and every one of them were connected through their friendship with the strange primates of Terra, each and every one of them reacting with the same anger:
How dare they attack our Terran friends.
The Hatil had been part of this. Gone were the days of every single monetary purchase being scrutinised and limited to the barest minimums required to keep pirates and the occasional Tritian warship at bay. The adorable little furred mammals had entered a full war economy, in little under a year boosting their military might to levels not seen since the Hatil - Terran war. If anything considering the major technological advancements the Terrans had provided since then, it was a far greater force.
This time the Hatil wouldn't make the same mistake. This time they wouldn't be against the Terrans, but fighting alongside them. Not a war of ignorance and fear, but for justice and righteousness.
Daniela was the captain of The H.T Remembrance, which was currently part of the Terran alliance’s 2nd joint fleet. Over a hundred dreadnought class warships, all carrying their own support fleets along for the ride. While the vast majority of the forces were of Ritilian, Terran and Hatil make, over 31 different species were in attendance in this particular military endeavour.
Over the past year there had been a multitude of skirmishes and conflicts as both sides rapidly attempted to collate their forces, but this would be the first major engagement of the war. And the Terran Alliance was already on the back foot.
“So we believe the Lelzoil fleet is heading straight towards the Dunwilian cradleworld with an ETA of around about seven hours. We got this intel late, so we are currently 5 standardised hours behind them, at a current projected ETA of 12 standardised hours.”
Daniela spoke to her crew, hundreds of faces looking up at her as she explained the situation to them, the sombre mood apparent as she spoke to new and old members alike.
The Estorians had been the ones to make the first major move, an advantage of having less moving parts to contend with. The Avian Lelzoil were known as the brains of the Estorian Empire, with an affinity for gathering information and technology at any cost, and the move they were making was calculated: Attack an destroy a smaller member of the Alliance, put the fear of god into the rest of the smaller members and break apart untested bonds.
“The Dunwilians have no serious defences, having never been part of any alliances or diplomatic endeavours before the Terran Alliance. It has very little military importance, which is why we weren't expecting a full on assault there. The Lelzoil have enough firepower to glass the entire planet within a few hours. The Dunwilian's reaction was 'You will get here when you can, and we will be witnessed by our deities' "
The mood dropped even further at that. You didn't need a translator to understand that this was a universal statement of 'we are fucked and we know it'.
"We will not let such harm happen to our allies. We might be caught off guard, but we're not out of it. The Olgro scouting guard are already making use of their superior speed to intercept the Lelzoil fleet, while the main fleet hauls ass."
She took a moment to point towards the engineering department as Daniela continued.
"This means until we arrive, I want engineering to be doing everything they can to increase the speed we've got., That means until further notice engineering tasks get the highest priority and are the ones in charge. If someone from engineering says clapping will make us go faster, I expect you all to show that you’re happy and you know it!”
Daniela looked around, at the seat of hopeful faces, those new and old looking up to her.
“We all know our history, what we did, the guilt we share as a species. We all know that the Terran’s had more than enough justification to take their revenge, to destroy us. But instead they provided us mercy, provided us with technology, and most of all provided us with their friendship. They say they saw something in us, something worth keeping around. This is our chance to prove them right.”
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This had not been what Bolhut had been expecting. He’d been expecting a great many possibilities: being extradited back to Kur space, maybe a reversion of the verdict and back to jail he would go.
“Not Guilty”.
That really had been the strangest thing. Bolhut Tacorg had just over a year ago been a general in the Kur military, during the little “spat” the Terrans and Kur had had. During this period Bolhut had things demanded of him from Kur leadership, things that had seen him placed on the defending side of a war crimes trial.
He had expected the entire thing to be nothing more than a formality: He had fought against the Terrans, it would be a perfectly reasonable thing to humiliate him and get their revenge in one way or another, especially as he had technically done the crime. But instead the strange little primates were continuing to surprise him. Even more surprising had been their acceptance of his asylum claim. The Kur were not happy with the trick he had played on them.
And now… this. A request for aid, a long range message from the Terran Alliance military themselves. An Estorian fleet was heading towards a Terran ally, and he just so happened to be in their path. They wanted them to meet up with some Olgro scouts and work with them to slow their approach. They were offering exceptional pay, and had specifically stated that they were not to directly engage with the enemy, just harass and delay.
In fact they had gone over that detail so many times, that Bolhut knew exactly what they actually wanted.
“So what do you think?”
The insect-like clicking of the Raha’s mandibles interrupted his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. He looked around him for a moment, at the sea of faces and species. “Odds and Ends Security Ltd” was… for lack of a better term, a mercenary group, although the term mercenary was a dirty word. If you needed escorting through pirate infested routes, a show of force or just needed a little extra firepower in order to ensure justice, you could hire them at reasonable rates.
They even had an entire warship, manned by over 400 trained and experienced fighters, each and every one of them a non-Terran Alliance species that now called the Terran space their home. Raha, Kur, Tagaran, they all had similar stories. Seeking Asylum, seeking better lives then whatever their homes had given them, or even just wanting a new arena to test their skills, each had found themselves connected by the friendly demeanour of the Terran’s ever encompassing desire for friendship.
“I say we go for it. Good pay and pissing on some Estorian bastards is always a good shout, no offence.”
Bolhut stood towered over the rest of the members in the room at 9ft tall, white fur covered by his traditional military dress of twisting primal leather which accentuated his ferocious canine teeth and claws. He was not technically the leader of this group, since it was a cooperative of individuals, but by capturing prisoners during the Kur - Terran incursions Bolhut had been one of the few people alive who could claim some sort of victory, no matter how minor, over the Terran forces. That gave his opinion quite a bit of weight amongst this group of misfits and individuals.
“You know there’s no love lost over here. What’s the plan then?”
Kat’Letch’s mandibles clicked and clacked as the young Raha responded. There were three things everyone on the warship knew: Kat’Letch was a decent shot, even better with technology, and had an absolute hatred for his species government.
“We follow the instructions: meet up with the Olgro, then prepare to board and destroy as many Lelzoil war ships as we can.”
The response was simple, but caused a flurry of confused looks from some of the other members of the mercenary band, as well as a flurry of antenna twitching from Kat’Letch.
“Didn’t the message specifically state, repeatedly, not to engage them?”
Bolhut couldn’t help but chuckle at the naive little Raha. Of course Kat’Letch had never actually been in his species military, he didn’t know how the game was played.
“Stating not to do something once is an order, twice is confirmation, five times is simply hinting that’s what they actually want you to do.”
He could see the general agreement from the others around him. Anyone in the military knew that half of your orders would be ‘off the book’ so to say. Hints, power struggles, illegal actions that you couldn’t really say no too without ‘disappearing’. If it worked out whoever gave the order could take credit, and if it didn’t they could point to the obvious trail where they had told them not to do said thing.
That was just how military orders worked, how they had and always would. Why else would the Terran Alliance be so adamant that they don’t directly engage the enemy if that wasn’t what they actually wanted?
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Nothing
The captain of the Olgro scouting fleet had expected to be staring at the Lelzoil fleet. They had expected to immediately be thrust into a delaying action, as every single member aboard the 15 ships were on high alert and ready to do their jobs.
The aquatic based lifeform swam in place nervously, gills and brightly coloured fins flashing as he did so. Like all Olgro ships the entire vessel was filled entirely with the salt water that they naturally lived in.
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The captain desperately asked his crew for information, the Olgro’s standard method of sonar communication travelling through the water outside the range of most species hearing.
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Communications responded back with the negative, causing the captain’s stress to increase. While the Olgro were well known for the speed of their vessels, this would be the first major conflict the Olgro army had been part of, and it was already not going to plan.
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Nobody had really cared too much about the Olgro. Entirely aquatic sapient lifeforms were a rarity in the galaxy and most people didn’t want to deal with the hassle of interacting with a species that needed to be submerged in water at all times.
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Apart from the Terrans, who had started a friendship with the Olgro nearly thirty years ago, one that they cherished deeply. Which was why this was so important to get right, which was why the captain was already flaring his gills in panic at this already seemingly going wrong.
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The captain started to get a literal sinking feeling in his gallbladder, a terrible idea had just crossed his mind.
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Most species tended to think in 2d when mapmaking due to the importance of information. Even Avians have very little need to represent the world on anything other than a flat plane. If you are a species who spends their entire time in water however, depth is suddenly also important
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This meant that the Olgro had a different method of calculating the angles and latitudes needed to traverse the universe than most others. Normally this wasn’t a problem as the Olgro didn’t have many diplomatic ties and tended to stick to themselves.
Apart from in right this moment, as the captain of the Olgro scouting fleet realised with a crushing despair that they were literally in the complete opposite location then they should be.
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Bartholomule looked down at the schematics to the warp engine in front of him. Sure it wasn’t a clockwork toy, but engineering was engineering. Surrounding him was the rest of the Engineering department of the H.T Remembrance, along with various screens showing video feeds of every other engineering team in the fleet.
"The problem is you can't just increase the range, you've got to keep each pulse within range of the sensors, unless you want to warp into something."
The Hatil kept silent as a Ritilian spoke, paying attention but still realising how out of his depth he was. Having a degree in engineering and building clockwork toys was one thing, trying to push a warp core past manufacturing limits in a room of engineers with decades of experience was another.
"It would take a bit of doing, but network the fleet's calculation matrices together, then you get to add the length of the fleet into each jump."
Bartholomule wondered what Rosa and Tim were doing. He knew both of them had also re-enlisted, although he hadn’t managed to keep in regular contact with the two Terrans since then considering that they had gone into the Terran military.
“Nah ain’t gonna work, would take too long to hook everyone up for less than 10% increase”
The difference in both of their reactions had been the most stark. Bartholomule had felt, for possibly the first time, a sense of patriotic pride. Along with practically the entire Hatil culture the concept of not joining the war effort had been unthinkable. The Terrans had done so much for them, it was now their chance to return the favour, to make up for the sins of their fathers.
The Terrans however, their reaction had been different. When the news of what the Raha and by extension the Estorians had done, the difference among Terrans had been stark.
Anger, pure unbridled anger.
“What about the pulse rate?”
If anything, seeing the difference in demeanour had been scary for Bartholomule. The death of the uplift Spot had been said to launch a thousand ships, but in reality it had actually lit a thousand pyres of hate. Before this Bartholomule could never actually understand how Terrans could have done any of the supposed “wrongs” in their history, the crazy primates seemed too goofy and adorable, too friendly and empathetic to do much of anything. But the anger that had been unleashed since then… suddenly he could see a species who were able to crack a planet open with fury alone.
“Theoretically it would work, but each of you would have to deal with the extra heat somehow.”
The groups of engineers from around the fleet each continued to interject and provide suggestions, each ship presumably filled with the same groups of experienced and intelligent people all trying to work out if they could dissipate the additional heat.
It was then that a Terran engineer made a mistake, and said something she probably shouldn’t have.
“Really it’s going to be an individual effort from each ship, but increasing the pulse rate would theoretically work, at the risk of literally setting fire to your ship.”
Because Terrans and non-Terrans heard two different meanings to that sentence. Terrans heard something like “This is a terrible idea that would probably make you blow up” and dismissed the idea, choosing instead to follow other avenues of thought. Every non-Terran heard that as “Yea this is one of those crazy Terran ideas that sets fire to everything but always works for some reason, let's do this!”
Over the next hour every non-Terran ship in the fleet went through the same calculations, the same jury rigged cooling solutions and came to the same conclusion: Like all Terran insanity, it might work.
And much to the horror of every single Terran engineer, the non-Terran ships started to pick up speed as they each enacted this crazy plan.
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"So did you know? That caffeine isn't poisonous to Terrans?!"
Kat’Letch screamed out the question as the Raha sheltered behind the console, pausing his furious inputting of commands only to fire back a flurry of plasma from his own pistol.
"Really?! Now is not the time for that!"
Bolhut had just responded with the understatement of the year. Everything had, to put it simply, gone to shit. The Olgro reinforcements they were supposed to have met with never appeared, not that this had surprised the canine. It wasn’t the first time Bolhut had been promised reinforcements that had never come, and it wouldn't be the last. That was just the nature of militaries: sketchy orders and unfulfilled promises.
It had initially gone well, the sheer surprise of a single warship knocking them out of warp and charging an entire fleet had allowed the initial boarding process to go on surprisingly well, the three different groups hitting the three different warships with a practised precision, with surprisingly minimal casualties. The plan had been simple: Infiltrate, take over the navigation and weapons for each ship, use those to cause as much damage to the wider fleet as possible.
Like all plans, it had been going well, until it hadn’t.
“Look, if I’m going to die I want to know. There’s a betting pool on whether you actually knew or not, and I got 50 credits on you knowing caffeine was harmless.”
It had quickly turned into a mess after a “lucky shot” had forced their warship to retreat, which had also taken their main communications network with them. Theoretically their local communications should still work, but something about the Lelzoil was blocking their communications, causing what should have been a synchronised endeavour to devolve into individual teams trying to accomplish whatever individual objectives they had boarded the vessel with.
“Just set this thing to blow so we can get out of here!”
Bolhut’s original team of five was now just him and Kat’Letch, both of them having made it to navigation, where the Raha was attempting to lock out of the rest of the ship’s controls and setting it on a kamikaze path through the rest of the fleet.
The canine gave a another burst of fire, watching the Terran bullets ricochet harmlessly off the doorframe before one finally found their target, splattering a red feathered Avian skull in a plume of orange blood and brain matter before a barrage of return fire forced him back into cover. Still, he had something for that: quickly loading the underbarrel grenade launcher and firing it into the corridor where the attackers were coming from, the sound of screams suggesting a solid hit.
"OK we are done, and need to get the Srek out of here!"
Further explosions and gunfire could be heard as the Raha screamed out the confirmation, signs of the other boarding teams accomplishing their tasks as the Lelzoilwarship surged forwards on its final journey.
"Attention all squads. Main objective has been accomplished, you've got twenty minutes to get the hell off the vessel!"
Bolhut wasn't sure if anyone could even hear him on their communication network anymore, and hoped those still around had enough sense to realise what was happening. Not that the canine could spend the time worrying about that: they had their own escape to make.
Bolhut started setting up the explosive devices along the wall, stepping over avian bodies and plasma scorch marks as Kat’Letch provided covering fire. The entrance they had originally entered from had now been completely locked down under a torrent of Lelzoilwelded weaponry, but in the short amount of time Bolhut had spent fighting with and against Terrans, he'd learnt an important rule.
Everything could be solved with enough application of explosives.
The wall disappeared in a ball of fire, both of them rushing through the new exit while dispensing a hail of gunfire at anything that moved, any unfortunate Lelzoilwho had been caught in the unexpected ship renovation were no match for the pair
“I mean everyone knows that Terrans aren’t affected by caffeine, there’s no way you couldn’t have known.”
The Raha continued to speak as they fired off blasts of plasma to cover their movement down the corridor, generating an exasperated response from Bolhut.
“Still not the time!”
Still they were almost home free, the amount of resistance they were facing had decreased significantly as the Lelzoil realized what was happening to their ship, not that the red feathered birds could do anything to stop the now suicidal charge of their warship.
“You’re just worried that someone will see past your hard exterior to your soft lovable- AHHHH!”
Kat’Letch cried out as a blast of superheated plasma caused the Raha to drop to the floor, Bolhut returning fire at the overachieving Lelzoil before dropping to check on his partner as he screamed in agony. It didn’t look good, the leg was just flat out gone, the stump now spurting the translucent white blood of the insectoid race.
The canine didn’t have time to do anything else other than grab the arms of the Raha and start to drag him along, trying to make his way to the closest escape pod. Making it back to his original fighter was no longer something he had time for.
“Hey Kat, I'm gonna need you to stay awake for this.”
There was a lot of blood and the Raha had started to go silent, worrying Bolhut as he continued to drag him along.
“I’ll tell you what happened if you stay awake, the fact is I got lucky.”
At the sound of this the attention of Kat’Letch seemed to focus on Bolhut as he continued to drag him to hopeful safety.
“When I got the ‘order’ to commit a war crime, I immediately contacted the Terrans because frankly I’m not doing some higher ups dirty work.”
Bolhut dropped to one knee, firing two accurate bursts into the chests of two Lelzoil who turned the corner at the wrong time, both of them slumping to the ground before they knew what had happened. The canine continued on, dragging the Raha longside him, the trail of blood getting thinner. Whether that was a good or a bad thing was anyone’s guess: he was not an expert on the anatomy of other species.
Another splatter of orange blood was added to the wall as one of the Lelzoil had the same idea as Bolhut, attempting to exit the soon to be destroyed vessel via one of the many escape pods that lined the warship. Unfortunately for the avian they had chosen the same exit path as the Kur general.
“But I knew I had to give them something while I waited, otherwise they’d just get someone else to do it. I knew Terrans were immune to some poisons, but I couldn’t remember which one would be safe.”
The doors to the pod opened with a hiss, allowing Bolhut the time to drag his injured partner into the small enclosed space. Moments later the small capsule had launched itself into space, allowing the ex Kur general to actually look at the damage. Kat’Letch was completely out of it at this point, the amount of lost blood clearly having its effect.
Bolhut ripped the medical kit off the wall, opening it up with a grimace as he looked down at the Raha. While every single medical kit in the known galaxy was different, due to differences in physiology, there were certain things that everyone had, that worked for everyone in an emergency. The Kur gave a small silent apology before pressing the item against the wound.
The smell of cooking flesh mixed with Kat’Letch screams as he snapped awake, the wound sealing up as heat was applied, the flow of blood slowing to a trickle then disappearing. The Raha slowly slumped back over as the device was removed, a few moments of heavy breathing followed by the insect compound eyes becoming unfocused once more.
“In the end it came down to Caffeine or Digoxin, both of them destroy the heart, but I couldn’t remember which one was safe. So I flipped a coin. In the end I just got lucky”
Bolhut knew that Kat’Letch was no longer really able to listen, the Kur deciding to take a glance out of the viewport, now that there was really nothing they could do anymore. He could see escape pods and fighters he recognised launching from the Lelzoilwarship as the colossal mass crashed into the rest of the fleet, the explosion lighting up the area.
That had been a mess, pure and simple, one that Bolhut hoped the rest of the mercenaries hadn't paid too dearly for. All the ex-Kur general could do now was wait and see if anyone would pick him up, and hope they had done enough damage to delay them.
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"Fuck! fuck! fuck! move! move! move! fuck! move out of the way!"
Bartholomule raced down the corridor as fast as his feet could take him, the other Hatil driving out of the way as he barrelled through the ship with the container of coolant in tow.
He barged his way through anyone too slow to move out of the way. Bartholomule vaguely felt himself knock someone with a far higher rank on their ass, uncaring to anything other than stopping the ship from exploding into flames.
It turned out "dealing with the heat" was a far bigger problem than expected. While the remainder of the fleet still travelling with them were going at a blistering speed, the extra strain on the warp cores were quite literally cooking the vessel. Ambient temperature was sitting at nearly 40 degrees as everything the ship had was being diverted into keeping the warp core from exploding.
Bartholomule skidded around the last corner, practically slamming into the wall as the Hatil frantically unscrewed the seal, ignoring the burns on his paws as he did so. The jury rigged cooling system in front of him was not within official specifications, the metres of hastily assembled piping and heat sinks whistled and gurgled as Bartholomule dumped the entire container of coolant into the system before sealing it back up.
It broke every single piece of safety legislation and good practice, but somehow it worked as Bartholomule and the rest of the Engineering department watched the heat from the warp core reduce from dangerously hot to just hot. Before it started to tick back up again.
Just another hour of this.
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The power went out, plunging the ship into darkness, before lights began to flicker back on as Daniela once again could see the rest of the bridge again. They were here. It had taken everything they had, warning lights flickered and alarms blared as the ship screamed its protests at what they had done. But they had made it, that was all that matters.
"Status report, now!"
There was a pause as her second in command took a moment to look through all the bad information being relayed to him.
"The Lelzoilfleet is already here and approaching the Dunwilians, we have a quarter of our original fleet, although the R.A Broken Egg seems to be on fire. Due to heat damage our shields are at 53%, weapon capacity 27% and impulse engines at 11%."
Daniela took a moment to take in just how messed up the situation was.
"So a standard Monday. Full speed ahead to intercept. We've got to delay for the rest of the fleet."
The mood turned sombre as everyone realised what such an action would entail. It was basically a suicidal charge to do nothing but buy time. It was then that the communications officer looked up.
“We’re being hailed by the Dunwilians, putting them on the main screen now.”
The Dunwilians were unofficially known as a “Horror” species. Most species around the galaxy follow certain rules, convergent evolution means there’s only so many ways to do something. Occasionally however, evolution decides to ignore the rules and throw shit at the wall and see what sticks.
A Dunwilian stands at 8ft tall, a mass of writhing wiggling blue-purple strings tied and wound together into an egg-like shape, punctuated by eyes of varying sizes burning a deep red. All of this is held up with twenty trunk like appendages, each ending in a maw of teeth and slime.
Their appearance caused them to be shunned and ignored, an unfortunate situation as they enjoyed company and despised being alone. Until the Terrans came along they had no friends amongst the galaxy.
Five of them were shown on the screen, each suspended in midair allowing every trunk to access the control panels that surrounded them. Each of them were also wearing a hat of some kind. Early in their interactions with the Terrans they had been taught a single rule which their entire society had taken on board. “Everyone looks more friendly in a hat”. Each of them wore some kind of head covering: a soft woollen beanie, a giant baseball cap. One over enthusiastic individual had stapled three top hats together to form one giant contraption that they wore, clearly taking the logical conclusion that if one hat makes you seem friendlier, three hats would do the same.
“F̷r̴i̷e̵n̸d̴s̵!̷ ̴W̶e̴ ̴w̷e̷r̴e̴ ̴n̴o̵t̶ ̷e̷x̸p̴e̴c̵t̶i̶n̵g̵ ̵t̵o̶ ̴s̸e̸e̵ ̴y̵o̷u̵ ̶s̴o̴ ̸s̶o̸o̷n̴,̷ ̶w̷h̸y̸ ̴a̸r̷e̵ ̷y̷o̸u̸ ̵h̵e̸r̶e̷”
The Dunwilian closest to the screen spoke, the sound of worrying squelches and bone tingling cracks sounding out as they talked. Daniela gave a confused frown before responding.
“We’re here to help defend. Please send an operation plan and we’ll integrate.”
“N̵e̸g̷a̴t̶i̴v̴e̵ ̸o̷u̸r̴ ̸f̷r̴i̴e̷n̴d̷s̷.̴ ̴Y̴o̸u̷ ̴a̸r̵e̸ ̸i̵n̴ ̵n̷o̴ ̶s̴t̸a̶t̸e̴ ̷t̶o̸ ̸p̷r̴o̷v̸i̸d̸e̴ ̵a̴i̶d̶.̴ ̴W̶e̷ ̶a̴r̴e̴ ̷u̷n̸d̶e̷r̷ ̴t̵h̸e̴ ̸w̵a̴t̷c̸h̵f̶u̴l̶ ̴p̸r̸o̶t̸e̸c̵t̵i̷o̶n̸ ̷o̷f̸ {{_̷̩́͑̕_̷̙̮̈́͝_̴̰̦̘̐̅̔_̴͍́̍̚}} (Deity) ̸w̸h̴o̶ ̶s̴h̵a̶l̶l̵ ̶w̶i̶t̴n̷e̸s̶s̶ ̷u̴s̸ ̷a̵n̷d̷ ̶w̴e̴ ̶w̶i̵t̸n̵e̷s̵s̶ ̶t̷h̸e̴m̷ ̶i̸n̶ ̵r̴e̵t̸u̴r̷n̵.̸”
Daniela couldn’t help but feel confused, feeling as if she was having a completely different conversation.
“Regardless, the Terran Alliance does not abandon our allies, we’re coming to help.”
“T̴h̶e̷r̷e̶ ̸i̵s̵ ̷n̷o̸ ̷n̵e̸e̷d̶,̶ ̸p̵l̷e̵a̷s̶e̴ ̸j̸u̸s̸t̴ ̷w̵i̷t̴n̶e̶s̴s̴ {{_̷̩́͑̕_̷̙̮̈́͝_̴̰̦̘̐̅̔_̴͍́̍̚}} (Deity) ̶a̴n̴d̵ ̵t̶h̶e̴y̸ ̵s̴h̵a̷l̴l̴ ̷w̶i̶t̶n̷e̸s̶s̶ ̵y̵o̶u̵.̴”
It was then that something strange started to happen. Right next to the Lelzoil fleet, a point in space appeared, a grey smudge, as if someone was looking upon the world from a monitor with a little bit of dirt on it. Nothing appeared on any sensors, and it could only be seen visually, the entire anomaly being around about a mile long.
It was then with a bang that a seam in space was ripped open. This event would later be analysed by every single scientist, military mind and witch doctor in existence, all of whom would immediately point out that sound cannot travel through space. Yet the bang still appeared, rattling and shaking every surface of every ship in the vicinity.
For a moment there was silence, there was nothing but the emptiness of this tear in space next to the Lelzoil fleet. Then, dwarfing even the largest of warships, a single giant eye opened, containing a fractal purple pupil. It blinked, once, twice, before seeming to focus on the invading fleet. An ear piercing screech could be heard, then the devastation started.
Grasping impossible swirling tentacles containing non-euclidean geometric shapes reached out, plucking warships out of formation as if they were toys, snapping them in half one by one or pulling them into the tear never to be seen again.
A few of the Lelzoil tried to fight back, firing weapons of destruction at their impossible attacker, anti-matter and nuclear rounds alike having no effect on the impossible masses of… of whatever they were made of. It lasted less than ten minutes, ten minutes of an impossible horror, then, with a final screeching bang, the tear closed again. As if it had never happened, everything how it was apart from the lack of a Lelzoil.
“What in the ever living fuck was that!”
Daniela felt all sense of professionalism leave her at what she had just seen, demanding an answer from the Dunwilians who answered simply.
“W̴e̵ ̷d̵o̸ ̴n̴o̸t̶ ̸u̶n̸d̵e̸r̴s̷t̸a̸n̴d̵ ̶t̶h̵i̴s̸ ̴s̶u̸r̶p̷r̴i̶s̵e̶ ̷a̵n̴d̸ ̷c̸o̴n̷f̸u̸s̷i̶o̶n̴,̴ ̷o̴u̵r̸ ̸f̶r̸i̸e̵n̸d̸s̷.̵ ̶W̴e̷ ̸c̴o̶m̵m̴u̸n̸i̷c̴a̷t̷e̶d̸ ̵t̸o̶ ̴y̷o̶u̷ ̷t̷h̶a̵t̷ {{_̷̩́͑̕_̷̙̮̈́͝_̴̰̦̘̐̅̔_̴͍́̍̚}} (Deity) s̷h̴a̷l̵l̸ ̸w̴i̷t̵n̴e̴s̷s̷ ̵u̸s̷”
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[Top Secret]
Analysis of the defence of the Dunwilian homeworld.
This was an unmitigated disaster. Communication issues plagued this entire operation, and without the Dunwilians having what scientists are still calling “Scary lovecraft powers”, we predict the state of the Terran forces would have at best given the Terrans a Pyrrhic victory, with a defeat far more likely.
Continual cultural misunderstandings caused non-Terran forces to implement unsafe ship operating parameters due to an overestimation on Terran risk taking, causing the fleet to both split up and not be in operational condition when arriving.
The external security company the Terran Alliance military attempted to gain aid from took our clear instructions to not directly engage the enemy as a “wink wink nudge nudge” set of instructions, resulting in unacceptable operating casualties of 31%
A mistranslation of coordinates caused the Olgro scouting fleet to go to the wrong location, which would have caused the lelzoil fleet to end up at our defences far too early had the previously mentioned external security company not misunderstood Terran Alliance orders.
Even the entire engagement was the result of a miscommunication: It turns out our Dunwilian allies “worship” several deities that, at least to some extent, seem to actually exist and come to their aid in times of need. We are still working with them to figure out exactly the nature of these defences, and whether they could be replicated anywhere else.
This had not been noted in any records due to the Dunwilians complete lack of diplomatic contact before the Terran Alliance accepted them, meaning they had not been involved in any major military actions. There was mention of a Zyngoill warfleet that went missing around 300 years ago, but we cannot be certain whether this is related.
Overall this bodes badly for the Terran Alliance military as a whole, and major changes need to be implemented to ensure such a thing cannot happen again.
We will not get a second chance.
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Ooooh boy, it’s happening. Ok everyone, stay calm and get to your positions for the defense plan! All around my domain, my denizens spring into action, gathering on the eastern shore in preparation for the oncoming assault. The first line of defense is once again made up of my cats, all rushing back from their scout positions to form walls of ice and snow on the mountainside to create a difficult-to-navigate terrain. Joining them will be my entire legion of bunny brawlers as well as the swarms of dire demon rabbits. On the western edge of my island, Leonardo and Giorno join up and then rush towards my sanctum so that they can oversee the battle from its safety. Although Emmett is also a non-combative scion and thus would normally join them, he’s busy with directing some of the large worker termites and my few terrorspines in transporting large clay vats from his workshop to the main entrance of my little island.
Here, the termites and porcupines are working together to assemble hastily constructed wooden barricades with several spots left open just enough to allow a flechette-pine to spray their needles at any approaching enemies before ducking back under cover to regrow their ammunition. Hecate and Selene meanwhile swim over alongside all of the froglings. To maximize their potential, I’m going to have them stick to the lake where they will hold the advantage in maneuverability as well as make full use of their inherent water affinities.
As for Jackie? She’s quick to abandon her role as a tour guide with an apologetic bow towards Lydia before bounding away outside. There, she hops onto Alexa’s back and they fly up into the branches stretching out over the eastern side of my island together. Over the past week of combat, Jackie has increased her affinity enough with her bow that she’s now able to adjust the life aether that it is made of, effectively allowing her to grow or shrink the length of its limbs at will. I feel a tad silly now, thinking back on how long we spent debating the pros and cons of making a shortbow vs a longbow now that she can essentially have it in either form as needed, but ah well. For this battle, she’ll be taking the role of a sniper, putting gravity to her advantage to take out targets from far above with her special weapon in longbow form.
Left alone inside of my sanctum, Lydia simply turns to me with a single eyebrow raised. Ah, right. Still no Voice so I can’t exactly tell her what’s going on. I’ve really got to get that figured out at some point. Hmmm, but maybe I can cheat in a workaround in the meantime? Hey Giorno! Try inviting the inspector into our network with your telepathy. I don’t know if it will work, but it's worth a shot so she can get clued into what’s happening. He’s a little surprised by the idea but complies nonetheless. Almost immediately, a red alert pops up flashing in my UI.
[You may only communicate to outsiders through your Voice.]
Besides me, the inspector lets out a small exclamation of surprise that echoes twice, once through physical sound, and the second from the mental exclamation that mirrors it in our telepathic link. Hmm, interesting, despite the warning still flashing in one corner of my UI, the connection still went through, though nothing more than surface thoughts seem to be coming from out of the inspector’s side. Furthermore, when I ask if she can hear Giorno or me clearly, neither of us get any kind of response. What does get through, is a mental picture of the current preparations underway as I watch the soon-to-be battlefield. This prompts her to simply nod, and then stand beside my core as a silent observer. Hmm, I wonder if this isn’t unlike setting up a tv screen with a bunch of security camera feeds linked to it for her, but with all the sound muted. I’d ask, but that’s a no-go for obvious reasons. And besides, I’ve got more important things to attend to at the moment, like not dying.
From out of the crevice that leads beneath the ground pour a continuous horde of honey badgers, just like before. This time, however, instead of hissing and lashing about in a mindless fury, they’re lining up neatly into row after row of tightly packed bodies, waiting for more of their forces to emerge before beginning the attack. From down the mountainside, I get a report from Kelvin who has just got back from escorting the delvers out to safety. Staying hidden in the snow and rocks, Kelvin watches as all along the timberline on the eastern side waves of bears charge out of the forest. He seems to have caught the tail end of it, as he can see a great many of them already nearing the top of the peaks. I guess Deepholm is using an up-and-over approach for these forces since they wouldn’t fit through the crevice that the badgers are using.
Glad for the heads up, I tell Kelvin to take the first of the prototype batch of invisibility potions and to stay where he is. Once the bears have cleared the area, I want him to try and find where they came crawling out of. Congrats kitty, you get to be my secret weapon against Deepholm while he’s distracted against my defense up here. I decide to ignore the disheartened “yay” I get in response to that. This was the plan from the start, after all. We were just hoping for a bit more time to prepare for it.
So far that makes for badgers, bats, and bears, oh my. Yet, despite the late hour, no bats have taken flight into my skies as of yet. According to what Kelvin can see outside, they seem to have amassed farther out and are evidently waiting for something before joining the fray. Well, they can take as much time as they like, I’m not about to just sit around and wait for them to act. Alright Alexa, it’s time for phase 1! Swapping out her Cache for Kelvin’s storm affinity, Alexa then gifts that to the twins. From their practice during the two times they’ve swamped my garden in fog, the twins have become quite proficient in forming clouds from their water magic. However, the added variables of controlling said clouds high up in the sky and getting them to behave the way we want them to in addition to factors like wind and other weather have necessitated the addition of storm magic to ensure this next step goes smoothly.
On the shore of my island, the clay vats each have their lids removed to reveal a dark purple, dehydrated paste inside. It’s a nasty mix of all the various poisons my various types of frogs produce, harvested and then distilled into a paste by all my froglings for storage. Casting in tandem, Selene and Hecate work together to absorb it all into giant balls of water. From there, they utilize their new storm affinity to send it all up into the sky and form dark rain clouds over the battlefield, following close behind so that they don’t lose control of it due to distance.
As soon as the bruised purple clouds begin to darken the night sky, my enemies make their move, charging and hissing into my assembled forces. With spears and bows, tooth and claw, my rabbits fearlessly fling themselves into battle while my cats back them up from behind with their snow magic, splitting up into roles just as they had before during the battle against the bats. Even as the first few bears crest the mountaintops and come charging down with the aid of gravity assisting their charge, their lines do not falter.
A shrill whistling sound heralds the arrival of Jackie’s supporting fire, several bears’ heads exploding from the aether-enhanced impacts and sending their corpses tumbling into the mobs of badgers instead. Up above, Hecate and Selene continue their complicated casting while Alexa guards them against any unwelcome interruptions with her newly born owls. As useful as a cloud full of poison is after all, besides violating several Geneva conventions it also has the slight problem of being just as deadly to my own denizens as it is to Deepholm’s. To address this, Selene is using all her strength to bless the cloud with her magic, so that any water that falls on those marked as allies will instead impart her healing magic, as well as a litany of minor buffs such as increased stamina and strength. Hecate, meanwhile, is using her time to worsen the effects of the poison by adding several of her own curses to the mixture, most notable of which is the liberal application of her festering wounds curse.
This makes for a lengthy and dangerous process, one that quickly leaves my fish scions all but completely empty in their mana reserves. Once their combined spell is completed, I order them both back to rest deep within the waters of my lake where they can safely recuperate. It’s just in time too, more and more bears have made their ascent, enough so now that all the mountainside I can see is covered in the brown and black hues of their fur looming over the much shorter hordes of honey badgers that still have yet to cease pouring out of the depths. With just the bodies I can see, I can tell that my forces are easily outnumbered by 5 to 1, at the least.
Luckily for me, unlike you Deepholm, I go for quality over quantity. The first drops of rain begin to spatter lightly down, turning slowly from a drizzle into a downpour. With it comes the blessings of Selene, renewing the defender’s vigor and filling them with energy. The cats all roar as they redouble their efforts, resorting to claws and fang once their magic has run dry. My rabbits, on the other hand, are keeping things lively by competing with one another for the most invaders slain while the dire demon rabbits attack with a feverish abandon that was worthing of matching even the berserker badgers.
As for the invading horde? At first, they paid the rain no mind, it was just a feeble distraction at best. But then, when the water began to soak their furry hides through, and the caustic substances started to eat into their flesh did they begin to writhe in pain and confusion. With a terrible sizzling sound, acidic burns ran rampant through the enemy forces, and in the worst cases, flesh began to slough off of their bones soon after. Many were left twitching from paralytic symptoms as Hecate’s curses spread necrosis through rapidly blackening and rotting flesh.
Despite the fact that only Jackie and Alexa remain with any mana to spare amongst my defending forces, my fish scion’s spell has allowed us to firmly hold the line with martial strength alone. Bursting with pride at the achievements of my denizens, I take a moment to glance back at the inspector, wanting to perhaps gloat a bit about how well everyone was doing. Instead of getting that chance however, I’m met with an accusing stare directed at my core as the inspector bears witness to the carnage currently unfolding.
What? Don’t look at me like that. Oh come on, what else was I supposed to do against such a big number difference? It’s effective, isn’t it? And it’s not like I’d ever use this against people or anything, so there was no reason to include those vats as part of the tour. This is purely for emergency defensive measures, honest! So please just put those eyes away!
Though I know it’s useless since she literally can’t hear me, I can’t help but to plead my case anyways. Eventually, she gives an aggrieved huff and her eyes become unfocused once more as she turns her attention back to the battlefield. Feeling rather chagrined, I do the same. Though I’ve suffered my fair share of casualties as well, the enemy numbers are clearly dwindling much faster, and I can’t imagine the battle will continue on much longer as it is.
That’s just the thing though, isn’t it? Up till now, Deepholm has shown a clearly intelligent approach to each attack he’s made against me, so there’s no way in hell I believe that this is all he’s got in store. The question is, why hasn’t he made his move? Where are the bats, or his scions? Just what in the world is he waiting for? It isn’t long before I get my answer.
At this point the numbers between each side have dwindled down to become roughly evenly matched, the rain having exacted a heavy toll. Most of the invaders left standing are the smaller honey badgers using corpses for cover or animals too wounded to care and putting every bit of their remaining strength into inflicting as much harm as possible upon my defenders before collapsing to the ground one final time. From deep within caverns echoed a new noise now, a heavy thwump, thwump, thwump, growing ever louder, and faster, as it approached. Before long the very ground was shaking from the force of it, and the distinct sound of something huge galloping at full speed beat out a drumroll to announce the arrival of Deepholm’s first scion to arrive on the scene.
I kid you not, and without an ounce of shame admit to you that if I still had a physical body I would have needed a swift change of pants, as I’m sure anyone who could have witnessed what came next would agree with me. The mountainside around the crevice fully erupted. Huge chunks of rock that were as comfortably as big as a house were sent flying through the air, scattered across the battlefield, some pieces even reaching so far as to land within my lake. Broken and newly unsupported stone and snow fell away in a cascade of death, crushing friend and foe alike in its unforgiving path. In mere moments, this scion had pulled off what Deepholm’s entire army could not, decimating my defenders by the droves.
And then, it stood up. Towering above everything else, stood an enormous grizzly monstrosity, large enough to take up most of a football field from snout to tail.
[Direbear Collosus]
That’s all the information the UI had to provide, but really, what more needs to be said? This behemoth’s danger certainly speaks for itself. Raised up on its hind legs, the bear scion released a titanic roar that chased waves across the entirety of my lake. Seriously, what is up with Deepholm and all of his scions being so damned loud? I know, objectively, that this is clearly not the time or place to be thinking of such trivial things, but hey! A girl’s gotta cope with crippling terror one way or another.
Scanning around at my survivors who are busy pulling each other from the rubble, the giant bear seems to be searching for something in particular. Though its head and body are now being pelted by the cursed storm courtesy of my fish scions, the damned thing hardly even bats an eye. I watch, incredulous, as a patch of fur falls away from its head along with a layer of flesh underneath it, only for new tissue to quickly bubble up and take its place. Ah, I see. The giant bear monstrosity has regenerative powers. Because of course it does.
Before long, the colossus’ gaze falls upon one snow leopard noticeably larger than the others, assisting its brethren in trying to save as many of my denizens as possible from a rocky tomb. Without so much as a peep, the bear lunges forward, bringing its paw down upon the poor kitty like a meteor strikes the earth, leaving behind nothing more than a red smear where it and anyone unfortunate enough to be standing nearby once were. As if by that signal, a cloud of bats entered my airspace shortly after, led by none other than the bat scion as it used its sonic magic to disintegrate the clouds hovering in the sky.
As I had feared, Deepholm had made it a priority to eliminate Kelvin, who he perceives to be my biggest available threat since his battle against the bats. While I'm glad that I had anticipated that particular point of action, I do still feel quite sorry for the poor displacer beast who had to act as bait while the real deal is slinking through Deepholm’s caves with rudimentary invisibility potions. Clearly, Deepholm was being cautious of my cat scion pulling another atmospheric bomb on them. With the skies now cleared, the Nightwing bat commanded its forces to attack the owls gathered above my tree for a much-anticipated rematch between the two air forces.
Curiously, instead of charging into battle and pitting itself against Alexa, it decided to hang much farther back, gathering a large amount of sonic affinity mana in its throat. Before I could even question its actions further, it opened its maws into a bellowing, magical roar, or at least looked like it did. For once, no deafening sound blasted at my ears, instead what was released was a massive wave of sonar, too high in frequency to be picked up through normal means. An odd choice really, I mean, why waste the opportunity you’ve made by deciding not to attack? Instead opening up with something that’s generally best for searching…, for…
…Oh.
Oh no.
The thing about sonar is that it’s really good at finding cavities and such hidden within wood and stone, especially so if it's got the power of magic backing it up. Despite the lack of an actual body, nonetheless, I feel my blood freeze over. Looking up from its game of whack-a-mole with my poor leopards, the bear scion stops and stares directly at my core, each of its 4 beady eyes blood-red with hatred.
It can see me. It knows.
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Author Notes://
So yeah, rather than waste resources enhancing the more mundane spawns, Deepholm is the kind of dungeon to go all in on investing in the only units it actually cares about, its scions; heavily upgrading and evolving each one over the many years. Will its strategy of putting all its eggs into those three baskets pay off in the end? Stick around and find out in the next few chapters!
P.S. In case you're curious, I have it written down that the bear scions height when standing on two legs is at precisely 83 meters (including the ears).

Faction:
Northern Parliament
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Class:
Project 1143.7/Ulyanovsk-class Nuclear-powered Heavy Aircraft Cruiser (Aircraft Carrier in-game)
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Background:
In an alternate timeline…
Before we discuss the development of Ulyanovsk, we need to talk about both the political developments of the Soviet Union, and the development of their naval aviation capabilities in that period.
The period from 1945 to 1953, from the end of World War II to the death of Iosif Vissarionovich Stalin could be considered to be a boon for the Communist cause, a fact helped by the passive foreign policy of U.S. Presidents Henry A. Wallace (1945-1949) ^\1]) and the missteps made by his successor, Richard Russell Jr. (1949-1953) ^\2]) to stem the tide of Communism. Though there were a number of setbacks (In China, Mao Zedong’s failure to conclusively defeat Chiang Kai-Shek, the two China’s effectively divided along the Qinling-Huaihe Line ^\3]), while in Vietnam, with the lack of direct Communist support, meant that the Viet Minh, and by extension, the Democratic Republic of Vietnam, collapse in the face of French arms with limited U.S. and South Chinese backing) there was still a great degree of success, from the establishment of Soviet-backed states in the lands they occupied ^\4]), to Kim Il-Sung successfully uniting the Korean peninsula (sans Jeju Island), to a communist backed coup establishing the Turkish Socialist Republic under Şevket Süreyya Aydemir ^\5]) (and the subsequent expansion of the Georgian and Armenian SSR’s at their expense) and subsequent support for the Communists in the Greek Civil War, to the partitioning of Iran between Communist North, the Persian Socialist Republic, and Imperialist South (with its conquest of Iranian Azerbaijan into the Azeri SSR). This aggressive foreign policy by Stalin would be furthered by the decision to expand the Soviet military, including the navy to compete with its geopolitical and ideological rival, the United States of America.
These policies would be echoed and continued under Stalin’s successors, Lazar Kaganovich ^\6]), who would succeed his mentor and idol in 1956 would continue many of the Stalinist policies, albeit while committing to limited reforms that would help to moderate the Stalinist strain of Communism ^\7]) while maintaining the aggressive foreign policy and military buildup. It was during the Kaganovich era (1956-1973) that would see a restart on Soviet naval aviation. One of the projects that came about (although started under Stalin) was the conversion of the Chapayev-class Light Cruiser Komsomolets into a Light Aircraft Carrier, becoming Russia’s first aircraft carrier, the Serov in 1955. While the carrier was an excellent first start, she was too small to perform any degree of carrier operations, largely relegated to a helicopter cruiser and training carrier for the development of small carrier based trainers such as modified version of the MiG-15UTI and the Yak-17UTI. Despite this, this would pave the way for parallel developments towards the Moskva-class Helicopter Carriers (Project 1123 “Kondor”) and Project 1160 “Orel I”, otherwise known as the aircraft carrier Krasnodar. Although originally intended to be equipped with a nuclear reactor, it was decided to be developed with a conventional power plant instead, which helped to reduce weight (the ship was intended to be displace 85,000 tons, rather than the final version’s smaller sized 65,000 tons. Entering service in 1973 (to correspond with Kaganovich’s retirement and the accession of his successor, Alexander Shelepin ^\8])), Krasnodar would be equipped with up to 60 aircraft, a mixture of MiG-23A “Flogger-M’s,” ^\9]) for air interception and ground attack, Ka-25 “Hormone’s” for Anti-Submarine Warfare and Search-and-Rescue operations, and Su-24K “Fencer-C’s” ^\10]) for tactical strikes and interdiction. Though it paled in comparison to the scale of America’s contemporary carriers such as the Kitty Hawks and the nuclear-powered USS Enterprise, it was an earnest first step for the socialist state.
This would be further compounded with the development of Russia’s first nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, Project 1153 “Orel II”, also known as Vilnius. Commissioned in 1981, the type would continue in the operation of MiG-23A’s alongside the new Su-25UBP’s to serve as a dedicated ground attack aircraft. This would be bolstered with the smaller Project 1143 “Krechet” which became the Baku-class Amphibious Assault Ship ^\11]), Project 1143.5, the Kuznetsov-class Aircraft Carrier and Project 1143.6, the Varyag-subclass for the preceding Kuznetsov’s.
Despite this fact, the decision was made to develop a second nuclear-powered carrier. Despite fielding the second largest carrier force in the world, Shelepin desired to field a carrier force with a near equal capability to that of the United States (indeed prior to the laying down of the two Ulyanovsk’s, the U.S. fielded nearly two-dozen supercarriers, compared to three supercarriers and a further six medium carriers of the Soviet Union) This led to Project 1143.7, a plan for two new supercarriers to be completed before 2000. At 85,000 tons displacement, she would be larger than the previous two supercarriers, though still smaller in scale to the Nimitz’s in service. Much like the other Soviet carriers, they would feature fixed-wing launching capability (in the case of the supercarriers, CATOBAR capability) while still being able to carry Anti-Ship and Surface-to-Air Missile Launchers. The first ship, known as Ulyanovsk, was ordered on 11 June 1986, and was laid down on 25 November 1988. ^\12]) She was launched on 1 November 1992, attended by Shelepin’s successor as General Secretary, Nikolay Yegorychev. ^\13]) She would be commissioned into the Soviet Navy on 5 February 1995.
Ulyanovsk’s career would be spent largely touring other Soviet-aligned states in Africa and Asia, briefly serving as flagship of the Black Sea Fleet before transferring to the Pacific Fleet in 1998. That voyage would see her tour many Communist states, including Varna, Bulgaria, Thessaloniki, North Greece, Ponte-Noire, Congo, Luanda, Angola, and Qingdao, North China, all of which were monitored by the presence of a number of NATO planes and fleets. The sight of a new Soviet supercarrier was a move that incited shock among Western nations, and may have been a factor that contributed to the decision to construct further Nimitz-class carriers (which would become the Jeanne Kirkpatrick-subclass [14])
The carrier would also be involved in a later standoff between North and South Japan in 2005, which nearly brought the world to the brink of nuclear war before Soviet Premier Maxim Suraykin, the North Japanese Premier Chizuko Takahashi, the U.S. President Elizabeth Dole, and South Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe would meet aboard the carrier, contributing to a deescalation of tensions and preserving the status quo.
At the time of writing (2023), Ulyanovsk remains the Pacific Fleet flagship, and is currently based in Vladivostok.
^\1]: Henry Agard Wallace IOTL was the 33rd Vice President of the United States and the second Vice President of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt from 1941 to 1945. Before that he served as FDR’s Secretary of Agriculture. Removed from the VP spot by the Democrats Conservative Wing, he would serve as FDR’s and, both later and briefly, Harry Truman’s Secretary of Commerce before being fired from the position due to his conciliatory views to the Soviet Union. ITTL FDR was able to strongarm the Democrats into keeping Wallace as VP and would instead succeed the former as president in 1945.)
^\2]: Richard Russel Jr. was IOTL, U.S. Senator from Georgia, serving in the Senate from 1933 until his death in 1971, and leader of the conservative coalition that dominated Congress from 1937 to 1963. A champion of segregation, Russell consistently blocked passage of civil rights legislation via filibuster, and even led a Southern boycott of the 1964 Democratic National Convention after the Civil Rights Act was signed by his protégé, Lyndon B. Johnson.)
^\3]: Roughly analogous with the 33rd parallel, the Qinling-Huaihe Line corresponds largely from the Huai River to the Qin Mountains, effectively dividing China between North and South. For reference for the sake of the timeline, the division between Communist North China [the Chinese Soviet Republic] and KMT-dominated South China [the Republic of China]. The lands controlled is roughly analogous to China under the northern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty of twelfth-century China.)
^\4]: This includes the Soviet occupation zone of Austria, spun off into the Austrian Soviet Republic.)
^\5]: Şevket Süreyya Aydemir was a member of the Communist Party of Turkey and founder of the Kadro left-wing journal.)
^\6]: IOTL, Lazar Kaganovich was one of the Old Bolsheviks, those individuals who was affiliated with Lenin prior to the October Revolution. A committed Stalinist even IOTL, he was deputy head of the Soviet government under Stalin, but rapidly lost influence following the man’s death. An unsuccessful coup in 1957 against Nikita Khrushchev would lead to Kaganovich’s downfall and retirement. By the time of his death in July 1991, he was the last surviving Old Bolshevik, with the Soviet Union collapsing just five months later.)
^\7]: In essence, Kaganovich’s reforms are more or less a reference to the Hearts of Iron IV mod: “The New Order: The Last Days of Europe.” In essence, Kaganovich remains committed to Stalinism, but removes much of the excesses under the “Man of Steel.”)
^\8]: Alexander Shelepin was in IOTL as well as ITTL,, a long-time member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, having served as Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers [the equivalent of a Deputy Prime Minister] from 1962 to 1965 and before this, Chairman of the Committee for State Security [famously known by its acronym, the KGB] from 1958 to 1961, although he would maintain influence in the organization until 1967. IOTL he led the hardliners that toppled Khrushchev in a palace coup in 1964, but he would find himself outmaneuvered by Khrushchev’s successor, Leonid Brezhnev.)
^\9]: The MiG-23A was a multi-role variant developed from the MiG-23K, itself a carrier-based variant of the MiG-23ML “Flogger-G.” The type would have three sub-variants, the MiG-23AI interceptor, the MiG-23AB ground attack aircraft, and the MiG-23AR reconnaissance aircraft. Like the MiG-23K, the MiG-23A would find itself canceled as a result of the cancelation of Project 1160 and Project 1153.)
^\10]: The Su-24K is the fictional designation for what was planned to be a navalized variant of the Su-24 “Fencer.” Much like the MiG-23K and MiG-23A however, the plan for a navalized Su-24 fell through with the cancellation of Project 1160.)
^\11]: ITTL, Kiev was completed as the third Moskva-class, as such the name Baku [the original name for the ship which later became the still modified Admiral Gorshkov] would give her name instead to the lead ship of her class instead as STOVL amphibious assault carriers.)
^\12]: Both dates as they were IOTL.)
^\13]: Now, I haven’t been able to find much details on the man. What I do know was that he was First Secretary of the Moscow Central Committee from 1962 to 1967 [Essentially Mayor of Moscow] and that he died in 2005.)
^\14]: TTL’s version of the Ronald Reagan-subclass CVN’s.)
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Ulyanovsk was a project developed by the Soviet Union laid down in 1988 in what was to become the U.S.S.R.’s first nuclear-powered supercarrier, offering true blue-water naval aviation capability that could not be achieved with the smaller Kiev & Kuznetsov-class carriers. The ship would be equipped with catapults, allowing their fixed wing aircraft to operate with full loads and armaments, something that could not be achieved with Kuznetsov. However with the dissolution of the Soviet Union, and the ship in the hands of the nascent Republic of Ukraine, the newly independent country could not complete the ship and was scrapped the following year.
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Namesake:
Ulyanovsk is named for the titular city that serves as the capital of its namesake Oblast. Originally known as Simbirsk, it was founded in 1648 by the boyar Bogdan Khitrovo as a frontier fortress to protect the eastern regions of the Tsardom of Russia. It received its current name in 1924 after the death of Vladimir Lenin, who was born Vladimir Ulyanov in Simbirsk in 1870, it was also the birthplace of Russian Republic President Aleksandr Kerensky and Octobrist Politician Aleksandr Protopopov. It is also widely known for being the home of a number of Russian authors and writers, including Ivan Goncharov, Nikolay Yazykov and Nikolay Karamzin. The city was designated as a “City of Literature'' by UNESCO in 2015.
Historically no warship in the Soviet or Russian Navy was ever commissioned as Ulyanovsk.
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Rarity:
UR
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Stat Spread:
As a nuclear-powered supercarrier, Ulyanovsk boasts top of the line HP, Anti-Aircraft and Aviation capabilities (All S-rank) as she is equipped with ship-to-surface missiles, she also boasts a superb torpedo stat as well (A).
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Abilities:

• Hammerfist of the Revolution: Can launch missiles. If this ship launches a missile strike, launch a unique missile barrage, damage is based on skill level. When launching an airstrike, launch a Kamov Ka-27 that will hover across the battlefield for 15 seconds. While the helicopter is in the air, increase the Vanguard ships ASW by 10% (20%). The helicopter can launch torpedoes and can also be shot down.
• The Fighting Tsar of the Iron Curtain: If this ship is the flagship, increase the Firepower, Torpedo, Anti-Air and Aviation of all Northern Parliament ships by 15% (45%)
• Iskra (The Spark): At the start of battle and every 60 seconds afterwards, 50% (100%) chance of launching a Yak-44 AEW aircraft, which increases the hit chance by 50% crit chance by 30% and increases critical damage by 25%.

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Personality:
Ulyanovsk is a person who could be considered passionate and hot-blooded to her beliefs. A rough speaker who could come off as a delinquent at times, she does care about those in her charge and will fight to defend them, however she also has blood knight tendencies in her own right, often acting enthusiastic about getting into fights herself, in spite of the fact that her position would (usually) prohibit her from doing so.
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Quotes:

• Acquisition: Comrade Commander, I’m Ulyanovsk, Northern Parliament Aviation Cruiser. Now, let’s cut the crap. I’m here at your port, give me a job to do. I know you aren’t keeping me here for show.
• Secretary (Idle) 1: What, I can’t go out for air? Aren’t you a bit stingy? Come on, it’s time for you to exercise.
• Secretary (Idle) 2: So who’s ass do you want me to kick next, Comrade Commander?
• Secretary (Idle) 3: You’re younger than you look, barely a kid. Are you sure you have what it takes to be a Commander, Comrade?
• Secretary (Touch): You said something?
• Secretary (Special Touch): Heh, if you really wanted to fight me so bad, all you had to do was ask~!
• Skill Activation: Bring it on!
• Affinity (Disappointed): You suck. Get lost, shithead.
• Affinity (Stranger): Keeping my eye on you, Comrade Commander. Gotta see what you get up to, both on and off the clock.
• Affinity (Friendly): Soyuz tells me that a leader shouldn’t be as bluntly forceful as I am. I feel that’s a load of crap. A leader shouldn’t be afraid to get her hands dirty.
• Affinity (Like): Plans for the future? What are you talking about? I only live for the here and now, fighting for victory or death. I don’t need to plan ahead.
• Affinity (Love): We all have our strengths and our weaknesses, Comrade Commander. Only as a team can we hide our weakness and glorify our strengths, so I’ll keep pushing ahead. Every fight needs a fighter, there’s no point otherwise.
• Oath: Every soldier wants to be a general, every sailor wants to be an admiral. You’d best be careful, Comrade Commander, before I take that top spot from you.
• Sortie (Saratoga (CV-60): Why do you waste your time looking pretty?
• Sortie (Nimitz): It’s not about the size of the dog in the fight.
• Sortie (Admiral Kuznetsov): Pull yourself together, we’ve got shit to do.

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Design:
Ulyanovsk is depicted as a woman in her mid-thirties with white lower-back length hair and red strands along the bangs on the side of her hair and the base at her back. On the top of her head are hair buns on each side, resembling the ears of a bear. Ulyanovsk has aquamarine blue eyes. Her attire, as typically seen with Northern Parliament style, is a white open winter long coat with fur line trim around the neckline and the base. Underneath is a black tight-fitting suit with a low neck-line. A black short pants, long stockings and white shoes round out the attire. Ulyanovsk also carries in her hand a large sledgehammer, akin to the hammer depicted on the flag of the Union of Soviet Republics, with the center of the hammer engraved with the emblem of the Northern Parliament.
Ulyanovsk’s rigging, based on the living rigging of many of her faction’s ships borrows cues from the rigging of August von Parseval, taking the form of a silvery mechanical dragon with what appears to be a giant chain necklace with the Emblem of the Northern Parliament in the center (with a Red Star) The wings form the runways, with each side featuring a Yak-44, the right wing having a parked MiG-29K and the left wing a parked Su-33.
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A/N:
This ship was suggested to me by u/valhallan_guardsman. I hope you enjoyed the design as I did making it.
My first Soviet/Russian character concept in two years. (And my second for the faction overall) Which seems like a shame considering the superpower status it once had, but researching Ulyanovsk did open up a can of worms that is Soviet aviation and gave me some insight. I initially thought that Russia kinda slept on Naval Aviation until much later, as it turns out, they didn't, but due to one circumstance or another (typically funding) that they wouldn't be able to achieve the ambition unlike ITTL (albeit admittedly to more unrealistic circumstances, but I'm not doing a hard scale and realistic alt-history now am I?)
Speaking of alt-histories, I'm slowly compiling all the alt-historical Cold War-era designs together under one timeline (the CVA's, Patrie, Republique and now Ulyanovsk so far) mostly as a means to try and make a coherent storyline, so expect some retcons as I try to figure out something more concrete the more ships I do from that era.
Also, spot the character reference. Hint: she's based on a character from Arknights.
As always, if you want to suggest a ship or retrofit in the future, please leave it in the comments below, you can also reach me via DM's to make your suggestions as well. Next time, and back to Operation Weissenburg, we're taking a look at the Tier VII Battlecruiser, and according to Wargaming, the last Imperial German battlecruiser design in that tech tree. (even though technically it isn't, and we will get to it when I cover the final two of this set) For this one, we're looking at the Ersatz Yorck-class Battlecruiser, SMS Prinz Heinrich.
Link to the list of ships

So I'm seeing a lot of hubbub about Fur Affinity's newest rules, and while they seem a bit weird and poorly defined to me, I'm also seeing a lot of accusations about the Moderators/Admin.
Can anyone shed some light on things?

I’m not sure how i feel. At the very least it looks like some artists I follow are leaving over it