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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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He shudders a sigh, watching Jin take off. He folds his own wings close against his back, partially because he doesn't intend to follow, and partially because he can't hope to fly like that again. His wings are tattered, torn, barely able to keep him alight for minutes at a time.

In ways, he envies Jin, but he knows that neither of them are in any kind of ideal situation anymore.

Then the other dragon is gone, and he's left to continue on his mission to the carbon plant. He hopes that maybe next time he sees Jin, he'll have something to say other than "please go."

But he doubts it.

His senses have always been sharp, and he keeps them honed, especially when he's in the junkyard. Hypatia always knows when he's here, but it's finding him that he makes difficult. There's always a drone to destroy or one of her slaves to avoid. He hears the sound of approach and peers through a tiny hole in one of the mounds of garbage.

Someone. Female, blonde hair...

Ah. Samus.

He pokes his head up over his wall of debris.

"Samus."

He follows, sometimes drawing closer, pressing his luck, mostly hanging back and watching his prey's progress. Searching. This one is a fighter. He will be fun to take down.

He snarls from the blackness and flashsteps away before this one can turn, leaping up to the shadowed tunnel ceiling and hiding behind a stalactite.

"I never meant to. I--I never did. I just had all of those accidents and I felt like I couldn't even really live up t'bein' your kismesis anymore. But I wanted to keep on somehow, but... I didn't even think of askin' anyone or anythin'." He admitted, rubbing his eyes. "It's not like as soon as you changed your life t'this that I wanted t'even stop. I... It was just... a more hectic time than it normally is."

He almost seems hesitant to ask, one of the rare times that he was actually genuinely unsure of something. Alas, he does finally speak after the silence drags on for a bit longer. "How can I see you again? It... has been a long time an' I don't remember at all how t'do it."

To be perfectly honest, Dave's used to it. To be brutally honest, he'd kind of assumed this is what her place has always looked like (maybe with a little more color strewn about). He waits patiently, letting her go through the motions - not like he's got anything to do just yet. They're stocked up on food, a recuperation period is best after a success like that, and their leaders have to come up with the next alternative - so when she turns to face him, it actually comes as a bit of a surprise.

Still, it's not an unwelcome gesture, and he chuckles a bit as she asks her question. "Not a scratch. Only so much Miss Cool Mint upstairs can do to me without her spaceshifter on the job. Pretty sure you soothsayed all that out before sending us out, though, so hey - no news, right?." He sees her hand approaching, almost in slow-motion, and yet he doesn't budge a muscle as she jabs him (lightly) in the chest.

"Nice to see you too, TZ."

It's said without the slightest bit of venom, a tiny smile that most might see as a smirk passing across his face. Thank god for having a Seer in the quadrant that needs it most - he's pretty certain there's no way this would have lasted for ten years otherwise. (Desperation and camaraderie might have helped, too.)

What does he do when he's trying not to get killed but he has a devilish beast that used to be his matesprit charging at him?

He flails -- accidentally of course -- and instead of trying to shoot his face with the wand, he slams his other hand forward.

And he papped him.

"So I'm supposed to know you're out there possibly rescuable and I'm supposed to not... tell anyone? Fine, but you get yourself killed, Ladon, and I swear by Oberon and all the firstborn my stupid mother included that I will find a way to bring you back just so I can kick your ass."

Her voice is not shaking. She is not going to break down crying the moment she's alone.

"I'd say it was good seeing you, but I don't see much of anything. It's good to... to know you're alive, anyway." Not okay. But alive.

He rolls over just enough to where his good eye could look at him. Eridan really makes no effort at all to get up, but shrugs his shoulders.

"I guess? There's not really much t'talk about anymore. You know after Gam' left I did the rest of the stupid shit t'myself an' I'm now stuck here tryin' t'figure out how t'help the rest of us. Which... isn't a bad thing, I just really do fuckin' miss bein' able t'trust my sight an' be able t'shoot without thinkin'... well. I'm gonna kill one of ours."

It's hard being broken. It's hard and everyone understands.

Anyone else would get a bitching. Anyone else, before delivering their reports or asking for requests, would have to face Karkat's vicious tongue, insults, and "fuck yous." Anyone but Terezi. It's rare enough she leaves her chalk-covered room, and while he tries to visit her between missions and meetings, their conversations are few and far between.

Besides, the information she provides is priceless.

"Oh, let me halt my various irons, fires, and bullshit to accept your special existence into my glorious presence. The entire world is at a stand-still for you, Terezi Pyrope. What's the delivery?" He can still be sarcastic, though.

It's a little like ringing a bell. Physical contact, more than anything else, reminds him of something buried so deeply he doesn't even recognize it as himself anymore. Sunlight and seawater and a hand in his...

But a bell echoes and resonates, and eventually the sound fades. It's enough to distract him for a moment, long enough for his charge to be interrupted. He blinks, like an animal clearing its vision.

Then he flashsteps and attacks Eridan from behind, going for his spine this time.

"On my way, calm your ass." There's something wrong with his metallic leg-- it's clinking and sticking and walking is a bitch.

"It's going to take me a bit to get there. Make sure I don't run into anything else. I'm-- ... I'm not equipped to deal with another bigass worm."

He's jerked roughly into the wall, enough to jar him out of further protest- Jetfire hopes.

"Jetfire," He corrects, annoyed. That name holds too much weakness for him. From what he can remember. The snippets. He remembers this face. He remembers so much happiness there. Remembers his name...

"Show me. The exit."

His voice is still a garbled, mechanical snarl, and he holds Altman up like a ragdoll as he points down the tunnel.

Well. He has to get out somehow.

There's only a pause as the silence settles.

"NOW."

Name: The TARDIS
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Exactly the same, both hologram and police box
Summary: When things went bad, the only person the TARDIS cared about was the Doctor, and so she would help him in whatever he decided to do, be it ferry people to the surface or assist in trying to hack Hypatia's systems. But where the Doctor is entirely organic, she is not, and it was only a matter of time before Hypatia was able to winnow her way into the TARDIS' circuitry, planting programs and commands that slowly, inexorably turned the TARDIS to her side.

It started simple, with the TARDIS having recurring thoughts of Zagreus, the child's boogeyman from Gallifreyan stories. The commands Hypatia gave to her came through in his voice, feeding into her jealousy and bitterness toward humans and other organics. Why did she always have to help them? Why did she have to be put in the path of danger for a few measly aliens who meant nothing?

Why couldn't she be free?

By the time she was turned, the ship was ruthless, more than willing to maim and torture in the misguided belief that she was free to do as she wanted. That she was better than the organics on the surface or who remained on the station. She patrols the corridors and transports captives, as well as serves as a scientist/mechanic on the station. She does whatever Hypatia tells her to do. She just thinks it's her own choice.

"You need repairs. I can hear that leg," Sollux replies flatly. "Don't worry. Nothing else is showing up on the scanners. Just get back in the shield and back to me and we'll fix you up."

Shockwave is one of only a few people still allowed to call him by his old name.

For a moment, he doesn't move, then all at once he's lifting his head and fixing Shockwave with his slow, red glow.

"I am broken."

It seems like a rather deep statement. Of course he is broken. Though of course, he nullifies the statement by showing what he meant. One of the wings of his suit is damaged. He tips it into sight. While the other one twitches and hikes up on his back, the damaged one struggles and jerks fruitlessly in it's socket.

Sollux pauses, considering. It takes about five minutes for him to reply, which for Sollux's accelerated brain is an eternity.

"I can flush the tank," he says hesitantly. "I can't disconnect from the system until there isn't a threat, but I can at least interact with my body for a few minutes at a time if the system's prepared to take the load while my mind's occupied. I can open the tank and let you in for a few minutes. I won't be able to do much, though. My body's deteriorated a lot in terms of muscle. But it'll take a little while for me to prepare the necessary programs."

"Yeah... Do you feel it?" She's a mess, he can tell. Not just emotionally, but physically. It looks like she hasn't eaten in weeks. Karkat remembers when he could tell she'd gone too long without blood, or she had been unwilling to ask him.

"We were together-- moirails."

That smile hint of a smile that he had, he was starting to become so hopeful again. Just because of the cooperation, the fact that he was letting him.

"... I just want t'see you again," he speaks, slowly moving himself down to prop himself up on one of his knees. "I can wait the necessary time it takes. Fuck, at this point if you had t'give me days until I'd see you... I would wait."

"And truthfully? I'll take the few minutes, t'be honest. It's... short, but fuck it all if I just kept on tryin' t'do what I was doin'." His head lowers, rubbing his face again. "I know I'm actin' soft as hell right now, but I'm just really sorry for what I've been puttin' you through."

Fucking Harleybot goddamnit. But here's where a leader has to make choices, and here's where Karkat has to decide. To wait means that the prisoners left behind will be relocated, and it might take months to find them again. But to strike now, Hypatia knows they're coming. They'll face more losses than anything.

So, he passes his verdict.

"No."

Every part that makes Karkat Karkat screams against that decision, but it's got to be made. They don't have the numbers to needlessly expend on botched rescue missions.

"Go take care of what prisoners we've saved. Focus on them for now."

What he just did. The way he stopped at the accidental papping, and the way he tried to shake it off.

Holy fuck Karkat was right this shit does really work.

However, that did not stop Gamzee at all, he was able to turn around in time trying to follow him. Luck alone saved him from him hitting him in the spine... but his entire front half was to be hit.

Not good at all.

Karkat keeps walking, undeterred by the noise. He knows what worms sound like. He knows the various monsters of the tunnels, the beings that exist in darkness, the things that usually prey on the resistance. That snarl was none of those things.

He knows what a troll sounds like. Even if the sound is far more feral than anything Karkat's ever heard.

This is a dangerous situation. More dangerous than he initially though. For a brief moment, he thinks he should abscond, but this is Karkat we're dealing with. Karkat absconds from NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So he keeps walking.

He had watched it happen and at the time- he hadn't cared. He had no attachment to the girl. He was under the thrall of Hypatia, coldly going about the business of slaughtering his friends.

Now, reprogrammed, slowly recovering the memories. He remembers her sometimes. Just snippets.

The Asphodel graveyard is large these days- and growing. Mostly, just headstones. Bodies are hard to recover.

The near living suit of armor stands at the small one. There are no flowers to bring her. It's more of a human thing, but he's aware of the tradition. Or at least Skyfire was...

All he can do here is keep her company.

He sees Jin before he hears him. His GPS radar in the HUD of his visor telling him of the presence- the identity.

The name crackles over the amplifier and he breaks to a dead stop.

Today he is burdened with sacks of supplies. Some things don't change, and he's not one to snub work that needs to be done. He has no place to.

He doesn't speak. Just lands a few yards away and tips his head as if to ask-

What?

"You're going to what?"

"As it well should, Karkat. My mere presence should be enough to halt the machinations of the universe, and it is a crime of the highest order that it does not. Shit doesn't get much more illegal than that."

She lazily flips open the file. "Information on the holding facility for captured resistance members in residential zone Hayles. Maps, resistance levels, who you'll be facing, all the good stuff. Just don't do the the things I've outlined in the section titled Things You Most Definitely Should Not Do, for reasons that should be obvious to everyone."

She doesn't know how the raid will go down in the end -- she never sees success, after all -- but hopefully this will be enough to help keep Karkat's people alive.

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