Dark Future Meme (as requested)

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!


<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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time for some DEPRESSAN

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

Since his return to Asphodel, his reprogramming, his 'rescue' (he's not so sure he'd call it that, but he prefers a chance to at least begin to atone), Skyfire has taken some measure of mental peace training in the small makeshift gym and training center they'd set up.

He remembers following Thane around, pestering him, once he'd learned his past. It seemed like a different life then, bothering him, trying to make his life better. Trying to make a lot of lives better. A futile effort in the end, but it never stopped him from desperately clinging to that hope.

Now he's no longer strong enough to try to pull the drell along. Now they simply coexist in the same area. Perhaps it's part of him that is still drawn to Thane because of a memory of "friendship". He ghosts after the assassin fairly regularly, rarely exchanging words with him, but his presence is there.

Today he has followed Thane to the training center that he often visits alone. He watches him, HUD glowing, hiding his face behind his battle-mask. How odd he'd find himself wearing one of those.

He tips his head and examines the forms that Thane practices.

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YEEHAW

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

There is only so much practice can gain him. He remembers how to move perfectly. The steps, the care taken. What he's been taught, what he's learned now.

Until he's out there, shooting down the faces of who had once been allies, it matters little to him.

The drell follows the forms of many. Smoothly, he transitions, from the arts he'd learned in his childhood, tactical practices of the turians, what he'd learned from practicing with Anon those years ago--

Then he stops. Slowly, he sits, folding his hands together.

Then turns his head.

"Skyfire," he says impersonally, politely.

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

"Krios," His voices garbles from behind his mask, and he enters the room, leaning against the wall.

Here is the person who had been responsible for showing him the 'light', as it were. It had been intended to end his life. Quick. Merciful. Painless. A shot to the head and he'd have been relieved. But that's too easy a way out for him. He has to live this punishment.

He moves to stand in front of Thane, a small distance away.

"Continue. Please." He requests evenly.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

Thane had tried. And honestly, some days, he wishes he'd been able to end Skyfire's suffering. He's a shell of who he was. It's painful for him. For... both of them.

"I prefer not to," Thane responds, his tone having a slight edge. "The more you observe, the more you learn something new. For both our sakes, it's best if you do not learn much from me."

The unspoken possibility that one day, possibly, if Hypatia wins over Skyfire again...

"What can I do for you?"

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

There is silence. Skyfire understands. the last thing he needs is more of their blood on his hands.

He nods.

"I would like to watch."

He thinks a moment.

"Something not for combat. For meditation." Forms not for fighting, but concentration.

"You find some peace through these, correct?" His voice crackles with static through the filter.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

"As much peace as I am able to find," Thane responds truthfully. "It was easier on the Normandy, I admit; watching the engine was beautiful. It was unlike any other ship. Here, I stare at dusty walls, pray the the gods, and beg for forgiveness."

The drell's hands fold together. "For you, it would involve breathing, and thinking of nothing. Absolutely nothing. To release your muscles. I am uncertain what else you can learn by simply watching me."

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

"Is there not a more physical form of this?"

He checks his data banks.

"Similarity to; Tai-Chi. I have see you practice this before. I do not know your name for it."

Thinking of absolutely nothing gives him pause. A moment to let her thoughts seep in and poison him again. He is always running some kind of sub-process as white noise. Really, it does little but keep the demons at bay. He is unwilling to let that go.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

"Tai-Chi. The drell have the alanor'ha, which is a similar idea. To accept the connection of body and soul, through prayers to Amonkira. To follow his steps, as his chosen. I have also practiced Tai-Chi and other forms."

A pause, then he adds a bit wryly, more true to himself, "Then there's always the shooting range, if none of that works to quell me."

Thane has a lot of pent up aggression. Despite his training, it's hard to ignore it.

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

"I have no spiritual beliefs, but I will follow your forms, if you will humor me." It looks so measured. So peaceful.

"The shooting range is for stress. This is functional for focus. Perhaps it would be useful to be practiced in that order." He states flatly, not aware that his statement is just a little humorous in the sense of how serious he's being.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

"If you wish to follow, then so be it. I will attempt to pace myself, for your sake."

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." The former drone rumbles, and copies Thane's stance. A mirror image, if he was not so gratuitously large.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

Grace is not exactly the first thing Thane thinks of when it comes to Skyfire -- not on the ground, at least. Still, as far as following the art goes, the former shuttle is. Exceptional.

So he changes it up. Not quite following the path he should.

Thane touches his own nose, curious to see if Skyfire would follow that too.