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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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"Don't gotta be me, bro. But you know I'd never mind it." It was basically a given that Gamzee could be half buried under rocks somewhere and he'd still find a way to crawl to Karkat's side if he was needed.

This may or may not be rather pathetic of him, but he's long since stopped caring.

Kanaya takes the tackle full force and hisses, kicking her lags out and swinging her chainsaw arm backwards to try and slice open a major vein or artery. Her other hand reached back and attempt to clamp onto anything within reach so that she can drain the blood.

Worst case scenario, it's something that will make her sick, which is okay because it will be dead by then. Best case scenario, it's something that will make her feel better, which is also okay.

He ducks the chainsaw, but misses the needles and snarls when they dig in to his shoulder. That was unexpected. He reacts immediately, thrashing and wrapping her hand in a crushing grip to wrench her away, probably breaking a few needles in the process. He aims a bite at her other wrist, hoping to take her other hand off before she can swing that blade again.

Every fiber of her being wants to go after him and rip him apart a few dozen times over, but Nepeta isn't stupid. She knows that trailing after him while injured is just asking for death, and so she merely roars after him as a warning.

Next time she wiggles her way into his territory she was going to take all of those stupid skulls. That would show him.

"Pawsitive. I'd be dead if I were missing any limbs."

At this rate, he half considers letting him sleep a full rest cycle. He strongly considers it.

But with little more than emotion supplying it, the programming won't let him. If he needs him alive to assist - then he needs him alive to stay a watch. Slowly but surely, the delay he can offer gets smaller...and smaller...

...and then, lightly, he's touching his finger to the dirty hair. Wake up.

Absolutely...as long as you don't, you know, take me apart. What do you need me to do...?

She doesn't care.

She comes up for her family, and Mega is her family too. If Rock is her brother, Mega is her cousin (that she briefly had a crush on) and she hasn't forgotten him at all.

She leaves him cards, too. Small, innocent things. No codes, no secrets, only simple, honest, sisterly love.

Hi, Mega!

I hope Hypatia's treating you well. I heard your cannon was acting up; have you gotten it fixed, yet? I really wish Doctor Light could still help you. Or me. Or, well, you know. I miss him! And you too.

The other night, I had a dream. It was kind of a weird one, but it reminded me of you. Do you want to hear about it? Well...

No matter what she writes, she always ends it the same way.

Love, Roll
♥ ♥ ♥

Name: Elec Man (DLN-008)
Current location: Killed in action
Current Physical Appearance: Dead
Summary: He did his best to help people escape, but couldn't escape himself. To prevent himself from being controlled and harming people, he followed Proto Man's lead and blew himself up by building up as much electricity as possible without releasing it, basically turning himself into a literal ticking-time bomb. He made sure to take out as many drones as he could, as well as cause an electrical black-out to incontinence her.

He went out with a bang.

It's hard, to find him. Almost impossible. But there are few things harder to crush than a sister hunting her own brother, and she'd go to the ends of the multiverse itself to find him.

Considering her own upgrades, they're still close to the same height. She still manages to lift him up off the ground when she hugs him, laughing giddily with the air of someone who's won a game of hide and seek.

"Found you-!"

He didn't exactly take this well and ends up following Proto Man's footsteps so that he doesn't turn against everyone, by blowing himself up with electricity. Whoops.

At first he wrinkles his nose, fusses a bit at the touch, and then presses into it before finally coming to-

And with a start, to. His head snaps up and the helmet quickly deploys to cover his face. Scrambling out of Nemesis' lap and onto his feet.

"WHY."

I have no reason to take you apart. I've already have all the parts I need . Just your cooperation will be fine.

Well, you've got it! [she smiles warmly, pleased with how this is going so far] I promise I won't take up much of your time, or at least I'll try not to. I'm sure you've already got things to do...!

"Unicron is absent."

It matters not that his effects are here, his signs and his mark - the Dark God's presence is absent, and not strong enough to break the hold Hypatia's programming has upon him. It alone might be enough, and there is a part that prays his Master will arrive and that he will once again be as he was constructed to be...

"Your pacing and prattling changes nothing. She will win. She will lose. You will win. You will lose. We will serve."

He'd reach out to grab Ramjet, to pull them face to face - her programming does not allow him to so intentionally damage himself. It is perhaps not so dissimilar from Unicron's own hand.

You will live. You will serve.

"There is a colony on Asphodel. It is to be made an example."

[Okay, he can't help but smile at this. Despite the war toughening him, there was some things that could never change him and her cheerfulness reminds him of happier days.] It's fine really. Most of it can wait a while.

[the war may take her family, may take ~~most of~~ her innocence, may take away people trusting her freely and openly and her will to -not- fight...

...but it will NEVER take Roll's cheerfulness. EVER.]

If you say so! Do you want me to sit down somewhere?

Good morning, sunshine. Nice to see you too. Jetfire is the recipient of a very flat look, even for one whose optics are black and who has half their face covered by a mask.

"Your turn for a watch."

And Ramjet merely laughs, his aura flaring, twisting the air around them, tearing into component parts, turning those outside in, screaming, before its just torturously fades out of existence, and new air and matter - invisible - rush in to fill the void and meet the same fate.

Nemesis' back, however, no matter that Ramjet is right up behind him, remains untouched, even as the surrounding matter quaver.

"But I am here. And through me, Unicron." Such a simple statement, almost logical, really. And Ramjet will ease Nemesis' urge to pull them face to face by coming around, bending down to put them face to face... Which is arguably a lot more threatening for Nemesis than the Nissan pulling the Cybertronian jet down.

My cause is not her cause and I serve one cause only, and it is not Hypatia's.

"And what will you do, Prime?" Because frankly? He's only even entertaining the thought to go along with it because it is Nemesis telling him. Why else would he even have allowed the order to come out before utterly destroying the messenger?

He settles a bit at least, growling low.

Carefully, he props himself against the wall and sets his systems to survey the area for any threats.

He says nothing more, preferring not to talk about... what just happened.

The bite strikes hard and dents the metal, stopping the saw but not taking her arm clean off. She isn't going down. Not now, not ever. There is too much that she wants to know and his blood...

It's good and it fills her up and makes her glow a little brighter before it's diluted by the synthetic blood pumping into her. She pulls her head back and cranes her head down, attempting to stab him with her horns, to make him bleed a little more. She wants more of that blood. She needs it.

He darts backward as she stabs with her horns, one of them opening a shallow scrape on his neck. Once he's away, he leaps back and snags another stalactite. Then he tears another stalactite clean off the ceiling and throws it at her, pointed end first.

If he expects Nemesis to say anything...

Well, they've drifted apart, to say the least. But even with who he fights for, now, what he does - he's only changed so much. The Alternity would be so very proud...

It's with that thought that he settles down to rest, allowing systems to slip offline. But even with the main processor in standby, the spark is active, and 'sleep' is anything but easy.

He's grown used to it. Motor and vocalizer systems are disabled - for all the world, he's nothing but a lifeless hunk of metal.

Alternium is sturdy. A lesser metal would no doubt have warped by now, decayed and destroyed...

His sensor net twitches with pain, but he ignores it, holding his ground and narrowing his dead optics. Of course he stands his ground, Ramjet. If's clear you won't kill him.

It would only be a small mercy, at any rate.

"I will accompany you."

And no one here is interested in mercies anyway. And no matter what Ramjet thinks of Nemesis, the connection he might seek... he just as much wants everything and everyone to suffer (as he has), and that means Nemesis can't be dead before the end.

No, that wouldn't do at all.

"Let's burn it, then. That and more, as destruction and entropy cannot be contained to a single event, a small box... Foolishness!" Ramjet backs off, turning around and at the same time flinging a hand out, partly melted arm leading into a tentacle dripping off the metal, disappearing into the purple aura.

"And in the end, they will all learn the price of foolishness." At that, Ramjet looks up, a smile splitting his mask and chin; the changed rift has a slight purple tint, with uncomfortable not-colours flickering through.

Then, though, he merely starts strolling towards the closest teleporter, ambling as if the junkyard was a park and it was a sunny afternoon.

Perhaps to Ramjet, it was the equivalent of that, with the threat of complete annihilation of this very reality hanging over and around them.

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