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Dark Future Meme

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.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

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!

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Knocking? What's knocking? Terezi sashays into Karkat's respiteblock, holding a large folder. She's been trawling doomed timelines for the resistance, gleaning whatever information she can from their many hypothetical failures. Mostly she scrawls on the walls and floor of her room, but sometimes she bothers to organize and compile her findings in nice, neat reports that she dumps unceremoniously onto Karkat's desk.

Like right now.

"Special delivery!"

"Enforcement units will arrive in 3 minutes and 19 seconds. Rerou-rerout-re-re-rrrrr-run kitten ca-can't--routing-ing script will terminate in 4 minutes and 45 seconds."

She is not aware, not exactly, not in the way that Jade is, for example, but she's still her underneath everything, and while her programming is scrambling to find a protocol to deal with the situation, it's digging into the organic bits more than it should.

They actually make it to the whateverthing fuck technology and technobabble why should we write it without encountering any real resistance. Of course, they're only a few steps away when Buffy announces, "Rerouting script has terminated. Enforcement units will arrive in 1 minute and 25 seconds."

"Damn it. You're my matesprit. Are you forgettin' everythin' we did? We built the WavveRider back up from scratch, you reminded me of what I missed the most an' I was able to share it with you. You showed me how I could finally accept myself an' be comfortable with myself in the ways that I needed t'be that I wasn't before, " He was getting frustrated, and he shook his head. "I was the one who helped you get through the initial nights we ran out of sopor. Y'almost killed me, I admit that, but I didn't run. I fucking stuck with you until you ran off."

Something catches the corner of his good eye. It's black where there should be white. He was getting dangerously close, and Eridan spun himself around. Fuck. He had forgotten how big he was. "G-Gamzee."

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"Buffy's alive. She's... one of the successful conversions." It's so hard, not leaving his cover to see her. So hard. But he curls a scaled hand into the ground, holding himself in place. He can't.

"Hypatia's in her head, but if you guys can break the hold she's got on her..." He feels himself shudder involuntarily. He isn't sure if it's the atmosphere getting to him or a reaction of desperation and revulsion. "Just. God, if you do. If you can, get Jade outta there."

Toby may not be willing to beg, but Ladon's abandoned all semblances of pride a long time ago. "I can't. Not yet. No one else's left who ain't a slave or lost their mind."

Name: (Pink) Dave Strider
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Pink is small, thin, and disturbingly pale. His hair is a tangled, uneven mess and this weird thingamafuck is situated right in the middle of his forehead.
Summary: Pink never made it off the station. His rays just weren't developed enough to help him evade capture when shit hit the fan. He gave 'em hell but ultimately fell and was subjected to a shitton of experimentation. A human-hating psychic deathtank? Score.

Initially he was very resistant but a partial lobotomy fixed that little problem. Now? It's impossible for him to disobey. His mannerisms are disturbingly docile and when he's ordered to kill he does so without hesitation. Which... isn't all that different from before, but hey, at least he got to choose his targets. This is not what he wanted and he's aware of everything that's happening but there's jack shit he can do to stop it. And since he's nigh untouchable the rescuers don't stand much of a chance either.

Nepeta hears the leap, twists around just enough that she can unsheathe her claws and slash at him as they fall. She can feel a dull ache where he's hit her, but the damage is negligible in the grand scheme of things. A few points in the beginning were acceptable in order to secure a grand win.

He bares his teeth in a mockery of a grin and laughs again when he sees the fear in his prey's face. More words. So many words. They all make such strange sounds.

He takes a step closer, slow, methodical. Then another step. A growl rumbles deep in his throat.

"Damn it, kid." He shakes his head. Jin isn't leaving. He can't say he's surprised. "You ain't invincible. I don't want her tellin' me to kill you."

He wouldn't win. Even back when he was healthy, whole, and himself, he never stood a chance if Jin wasn't willing to be killed. But he'd have to try, not because he wanted to hurt Jin, but because if he disobeyed he'd be destroyed-- and he couldn't let that happen. Not until the kids were safe. Then he could die, but only then.

"Please."

"Stop."

He's not stopping. He begins walking backwards, trying to match his pace. He looked at him, and really looked at him. Eridan is trying his hardest to not sound frightened at all, but it's just not coming out. He trusted him, he put so much trust into him... and he comes back like this. Fuck.

"Stop" He gets forceful and loud, not enough to be a shout, but damn near it.

"Oberon," Toby breathes, and something in her heart breaks a little. She wants to rescue Buffy, for her own sake, and for May's. But... well, if she was a successful conversion, maybe she's at least not scared or in pain or wondering why no one's come to rescue her yet.

"They try. I'm pretty sure every time they run into her they try, May says that some of the kids have come back seriously beat up from trying to get her. I tried too, before--"

She doesn't finish the thought, just sighing quietly.

"I know. You ever notice we're both a similar brand of idiot?" She hesitates, then adds, "But don't think I won't be telling Sollux to let people know that you're still you. At least I can try to make sure you don't get your dumbass self killed."

She's still here.

There are times Ladon hopes he'll return to find that she's gone, but times he dreads it as well. Hypatia hasn't been kind to Jade. If the AI isn't doing horrible things to the girl personally, she's sending her on missions that she knows full well will make Jade loathe her very existence. Still, a little part of him hopes that he'll come back to find that she's escaped somehow.

No such luck. He's not sure how to even comfort her anymore. How can he, considering what's happened over the past decade? After the monster he's turned into and the broken young woman she's grown into?

Still, he lingers.

"Hey, kiddo."

She chooses to keep talking to him because even though he doesn't say much (or anything at all, really) she still feels something for him. And so she sits in a chair facing him -- but not even sitting, because sometimes she loses control of what she's thinking and ends up sitting on him, hugging him, kissing him too (even though her mind really doesn't know why any more, it doesn't make sense).

Today is no exception. She's sitting in his lap, foreheads pressed together, using the link between minds created by Hypatia to speak to him.

I miss you a lot.

Unlike her speech, which comes out mangled and upsetting, marred by disunion, her head is clear. Ish. Sometimes she still sounds garbled, particularly when upset.

"It's destroyin' her. I dunno how much she's got left in her. She's still Jade under it all. Almost wish the bitch'd wipe her memory completely, save the poor kid the torment..." He's really digging those claws into the ground now, more out of anger than anything. The things he wants to do to Hypatia after what she's done to the people he cares about...

"It'd be better if they take me seriously when I show up. Tellin' 'em I'm still me would just make them vulnerable and tip off Hypatia." He rests his head on the rock, staring up at the sky. "I dunno how much longer that's gonna be the case anyway. I got one foot in the junk heap, and that's only if she don't manage to stick somethin' in my head tellin' me what to do."

He's alive.

He limps through the hallways, a light red trail of blood passing behind him. Why should he care? He's a god. He doesn't deserve any of this, dying while dragging Jade back kicking and screaming from robot hell isn't fucking just and it's definitely not heroic. He's not a hero yet. John's missing but alive and Bro died from his shitty reflexes and-

He slams the door open with his shoulder, ignoring the sudden shooting pain down his entire side, and storms forward towards the formless mass of black hair. He tries to say something, to make some words come out of some sort, but all he can manage as he grabs her by the shoulder and turns her to face him is a sharp, angry hiss.

The thing is still circulating bile and anger and rage through his body from his fight with Jade. He needs an outlet, someone to scream at or fight or something. And straddling the troll in front of him for what is possibly the angriest, bloodiest, most half-dead kiss in the history of paradox space certainly seems like one way to do it.

"I'll never forgive me for dying, so it's not going to happen. Talk to you in a bit." And he pockets the device.

About thirty minutes and a ridiculous amount of stabs/explosions later, Karkat's calling back into Sollux, slightly out of breath.

"Done."

Samus would often sneak onto Sacrosanct, though it was occurring less and less as time went by. She told herself the stakes were getting too high, the trek too dangerous, but truth was she was losing hope. She didn't want to admit it to herself yet.

But the rift was still active, that meant there were still people being spat through. They didn't deserve this place, no one did. So when sneaking in, she often checked, seeing if anyone arrived while she was there. It was rare, but she had saved others before. It gave her back some of the hope she was losing.

So she entered the junkyard, keeping low, away from the sensors, creeping closer to the rift. Of course she didn't expect to see anyone.

Another trip the Sacrosanct, the first in a few months. They were getting fewer and far in-between, now. She was still trying, but losing the spark for war. Strange, she was sure she would be fighting forever, but anymore she wondered if that would end sooner than later.

She initially sneaked on for damage, for intel, for anything at all to fight against the enemy. But, hell ... she missed someone too. Someone who didn't quite make it in time. It was a risk, but that's what she always did best. And so that's how she came to walk inside the old building marked "Glitches and Cores."

"... Alejandro?"

"Asshole. That took you too long, don't make me worry like that. You said you'd visit," Sollux reminds him petulantly.

"I don't know that. I don't know anything about you anymore," Sollux replies quietly. "You shut me out. You wouldn't let me."

He lets the silence hang between them, the closest to an invitation to speak that he'll give his kismesis.

It might as well be an order, and he still follows orders when they come from dragons. He knows Ladon can't kill him--Jin just wouldn't let him. But that would mean having to kill Ladon, and that's even worse.

After all this time, so few words between them. It makes everything feel that much more hollow.

He spreads his wings, breaks into a run and takes off into the sky.

He's heard rumors-- they all have. But Karkat's sick and tired of the uncertainty, and since he trusts no one else to get the job done properly, he's taken a few days to work on reconnaissance. The last group to examine these tunnels hadn't come back, and the one before them had only two survivors-- both of which were panicked and incoherent.

Obviously, Karkat is the only competent asshole in this whole resistance.

So he's come alone. A whole party would be too difficult to coordinate, especially if there were something exceptionally dangerous out there.

He snarls as the claws dig into his shoulder, but the challenge makes things so much more fun. The best prey spills some purple.

He scrabbles at her with his own claws, trying to pin her to the ground and open her throat.

Without warning, he leaps forward at Eridan's chest, his teeth darting toward his throat.

Karkat's left with his mouth open, a severe bitching trapped in his throat. Instead, he keeps silent for a few moments, quickly assessing Eridan's appearance. Looks like his plans haven't been working out too well lately. Karkat understands.

"Want to talk it out? Ideas or life or whatever?"

Oh. He's alive.

Alright, the disappointment she feels every time Dave returns alive isn't entirely genuine - as evidenced by the clingy ferocity of her kisses - but it's there. It's not that she doesn't want him to come back. She needs him around (not that she'll ever admit it with words, jegus), and yet —

She can't help but be bitter. The better Dave got lost or taken or killed or grub-knows-what. And yet Shitstain McCooldouche gets to come back alive, over and over again?

It's not fair, and she despises him for it.

"Hate you hate you hate you hate you."

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