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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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She knows.

She knows because her mind isn't entirely her own; it's Hers and Jade does what she wants just like John does, even though her tasks are less menial and more dangerous. But at least today, there are no orders reaching under her skin and dragging her away. Today it has been relatively quiet, and so she goes to see him, deep in the recesses of the station, whatever hovel She's put him in. They need to talk, she thinks; her memories are jumbled, but over and over again the human part of her says john john john--

"John. That's your name, right?"

It takes him a second to process that, and even when he does he can hardly believe it. But even after all these years, he can't forget Karkat's voice. He's always known about the raids and Karkat's role in them-- Hypatia wouldn't pass up an opportunity to remind him how often his kid almost got murdered by robots-- but having been stuck on the station for so long, he'd pretty much given up on the kid ever finding him. Why would he, anyway? Jack could have just as easily been dead right about now. There were more useful people out there the kid could be busting out.

Then he's hit with the realization that oh god Karkat is ass-deep in robot country.

"Oh, fuck-- fuck, kid, what are you doing here?!" he hisses, squirming and trying to figure out where the troll is standing so he can yell at him properly. So much for keeping Jack calm.

Truth be told, Karkat prefers missions into the tunnels. It's dark and dim, and unlike missions to Sacrosanct, there's not much of an opportunity for failure. Kill a few worms, figure out the lay of the land. Rarely he'll run into anything incredibly dangerous, and when he does, he's got his sickle by his side.

He also prefers them, because he finally has a chance to be alone. It's ridiculous, really. In his youth, he would have given anything and everything to have his whole team in one place, all the time. He felt lonely when they were missing, or at the very least, he worried. God, he worried so much. He still does. But sometimes he just needs to stop. Karkat needs to walk down a long, dark tunnel, and focus on nothing but the sound of his own foot steps. He needs to close his eyes and remember when an elegant arm would wrap around his shoulders and pull him into a hug.

But now's not the time to let his mind wander. Karkat's hear reports and rumors of something dangerous out this way, and it's finally time to investigate for himself.

He sees her glow before he sees her.

"Who's there?!"

[He was in the middle of building something when he hears the knock. He remained calm since if it was an invasion, there would be been a boom and not a knock.] Come in. It's unlocked.

His assault is perfect and relentless, each Future Him reporting coordinates through Sollux and each past him swinging and waiting to report and spin again. A second passes, maybe, and he feels each swing of the sword, knows there are exactly eleven of him in this room, attacking in perfect unison and grace, and when Jade reappears he has to wait for all the Daves to vanish because she's in that perfect blind spot-

"This is what we always wanted isn't it -- isn't it, Dave, isn't it?"

The hatred solidifies, black and bile and arousal coagulating into a single entity, to hell with Vriska, he will kill this thing himself, and before he can reign it under control he's swinging again - this time for whatever he can hit-

"Look at me!"

-and he is in another place already, whispered coordinates and shooshing coming from Sollux in his mind, and he swings again-

"A freak like me-"

-spin, swing, spin, swing-

"-is your equal-"

-spin, swing, spin, swing, spinswingspinswing, and Sollux's calming little thoughts finally shatter through everything and he howls-

"Give Jade back to me!"

Edited 2012-02-06 08:14 (UTC)

[ There's little else he can think to call York but an idiot, right now, and Wash wipes a hand down his face, closing his hand around the chip. He knows it's empty, knows it's not Delta, but that doesn't change what it used to be.

( He remembers another chip, one he'd been stuck with for far too long, but that was before this all went to so much shit. He hates thinking about any time here as happy, but-- )

Wash looks down at the chip and back up at York, swallowing hard. ]

They could have found us.

They could have-- what the hell were you thinking plugging it into your head? What do you think they would have done to you? To us?

[ He lets out a bitter snort. ]

What the fuck, York.

[ He hates when they get like this, hates when Sarah tries to talk to him like she does John, hates when Wash talks to him like that, like he's an idiot

( what the hell are you doing, man? )

he was doing what he had to, how come they don't see that?

( delta'd see he'd know he always understands because it's logical. delta's missing, so we need him back. )

There's a spot, an empty spot in the back of his mind and he needs Delta back so it stops feeling so wrong, so empty. ]

He's not gone, goddamnit, I felt him there. You two keep treating him like he's dead, but he's not.

John is in his cell (because there's really no other word for it), trying to go over every painful, horrifying moment of yesterday's "information gathering" session, trying to make sure he didn't accidentally say anything important. He's come to expect the sound of people (or things) coming in the doorless doorway, they do it rather often.

What he's not used to is being asked a question by an older but familiar voice.

He looks up, and a sad smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.

"Jade. Yeah, I'm... I'm John." He knows she's at least partially controlled by Hypatia, Dave's got the scars to prove it and John's seen her in action from time to time, but this...

This rekindles that hope he's been fighting (and failing) to keep from dying. She's not completely lost. Jade's still there. "It's good to see you," he rumbles - his voice ended up a bit deeper than anybody actually expected. It's a little rough right now, he's throat's raw from screaming.

Karkat stands in silence at the door, feeling sick to all his various parts of alien anatomy. Buffy. She's gotten older, but he still remembers her face. Her voice. Their friendship (even though he denied they were friends for so fucking long, he regrets that now).

It takes him a few moments to realize she's like Jade. Everything that made Buffy Buffy is gone, buried deep. His mission is still to eliminate her.

He grits his teeth. "Fuck your authorization."

Oh. Oh no. No no no no.

Stop.

She stops, curls a little tighter and curls her claws into the rock walls so she can climb. Her glow makes it hard for her to hide, but she's never wanted to hide before, never had to because many of the resistance members aren't anything for her to scoff at. She crushes them, cuts them and moves on. He's the only one she hides from and now it strikes her as stupid. He is only one, even if he's a troll like her. So she uncurls and stands, wobbling at first and then with more stability as she carefully steps out from around a corner.

Kanaya flexes one of her bulky clawed hands at him, but it's a half-hearted gesture as empty as she is. She knows hoim. She has to. Why else would she be compelled to follow him and see him and not kill him?

Name: Soundwave
Current location: Sacrosanct.
Current Physical Appearance: She's made use of this one.
Hypatia has combined Soundwave with her station. As such, his robotic body mostly resides at Hypatia's hub of communications. She's taken him partially apart and he's suspended mainly by cabling inserted into his body.

Summary: He was one of the first to fall. Hypatia took interest in Soundwave because of his multitude of information gathering capabilities. It was almost too easy to gain control over him. All she had to do was wait for him to plug into her systems-- as he always did --and then she seized control.

She took away his freedom, but not his consciousness like the others. She wanted him to know what happened to him. These days Soundwave exists in a constant state of pain. His body partially dismantled and made part of her, his drones enslaved. Now all he has the option to do is watch, and watch for Her. He no longer had his choice of master. He's been warped by his torture and enslavement, becoming little more than a grand mainframe of information. It's not that he doesn't wish for freedom-- he just wishes to forget about it. Freedom is not an option anymore.

Gaining control of Soundwave had added a terrifying weapon to Hypatia's arsenal that lead to the death and enslavement of many others. After all, Soundwave hears and sees everything.

Edited 2012-02-06 08:23 (UTC)

He thought, ironically, in a brief fit of memory, that Shockwave might be amused that he calls himself Jetfire now.

Like Soundwave, something draws him to occupy his home.

Slip in and sit amongst his tinkerings like some deactivated doll, only the dim red light from his visor indicating that there is some sort of consciousness.

He looks like some kind of discarded drone. A broken toy in a scrapheap.

And isn't that what he is now?

He waits for Shockwave.

He's gone.

[He'd backed away, and he's standing there hard and defensive, but he can't keep them at arm's length forever.

Sarah's voice is firm, but when she reaches for him it's gentle and pleading, putting a careful hand on his arm and praying he doesn't push her away.]

I know - I know you hate it, York, I know it's hard, but he's - corrupted, they got him, and you can't -

[She stops, swallowing, and steps that much closer, hand tightening on him.]

You can't get him back.

And she's hopping through space faster than she can think -- but at least there's another voice in her mind, soothing her, telling her it's okay. She's there for Jade, for at least part of Jade, and guides her through the steps like clockwork.

Give Jade back to me!

And she's floating in midair, because he can't touch her up here for now.

"No." Her voice is loud; she uses her powers to let it echo through the entire area, loud and forbidding. "Jade's gone Jade is go~one g--gone she's gone and Don't Worry Dave, Hypatia takes good care of her."

[ He's as good as dead -- he is, no matter what York likes to think. He's not getting Delta back, not now, not ever, not unless they manage to get him from the source, and the chances of that are laughable at best.

There's a voice nagging at the back of his head, but Wash doesn't let himself listen to it right now, watching Sarah comes closer and slowly setting the chip down on the table. ]

Listen to her, Sean. We can't save him. You know that.

She turns in her chair, and tilts her head at him. "I'm not sure that is advisable. It would probably be quite painful."

She expects someone to come in and dispose of him. It's not as though they can be entirely unaware of his presence here. She pings for defences to be sure. He may have legitimate business with her, but she was not informed and she'd rather be safe than sorry. Especially since the physical defenses seem to be down.

"Do you have business with me?"

"Damn straight that was my reaction." Karkat nods smugly at the accurate imitation, "If it wasn't, then you'd better get worried. That'd mean the Shebitch had gotten a hold of my sponge meats!"

Alright, north by northwest.

"Just tell me when I'm getting close, then? Not too complex for you, huh?"

There's a distinct pause at the 'not real' comment.

He stills, crouched, watching Altman like a wary cat. Until he reaches out and baps the man harmlessly in the face. Not enough for damage really. But enough to make his point.

"Do not be a fool."

With that, he stands and takes the man with him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and dragging him roughly along.

"Show me."

Well. Two birds with one stone. He's found a memory and he'll be able to escape the tunnels.

[[ have a neutral tag until your response whoops ]]

"Thup, T-to-the-Thee."

Dave ducks under the doorway, careful not to slam the narwhalian monstrosity into the top, and straightens back up to look at the Seer.

"Already thpoke with Karkleth. Raid ended in total victory, in cathe you thomehow hadn't figured that out already or thomething. No casualtieth on our end."

The distinct downside of lisping is that it makes you sound more like your moirail (who happens to be connected through your head) than you already do. You haven't told a single person about your special little neural link. You get the dithintct thuthpicion the troll in front of you knows anyway.

She's kind of terrifying like that.

This is where he makes his choice. He changes this mission. This has gone from reconnaissance and elimination to outright rescue.

"You're coming with me, Buffy."

Not much needs to be said between the two of them. Soundwave has withdrawn enough that's he's much more like his old self -- cold, logical, distant. It's better to be silently angry in regards to this whole ordeal.

As far as he's concerned, everything else can just go die. He wants just himself, Shockwave, and Skyfire. He hopes to eventually eradicate everything else that does not matter.

For now, there is this.

Soundwave approaches him quietly. Perhaps he should say something, but there's nothing that could be said to make the situation better.

And he doesn't, though he knows it is a useless effort. Soundwave has tried this before. He bows his head and gives no resistance, because even he would like to find some kind of peace.

Something to remind him.

It does not come, though. All Soundwave gets is snippets, flashes of memory that he has recovered.

Of torture and killing, too.

After a moment he jerks his head away and the glow of his visor is cast on the floor to the left.

"I am broken. Cannot be fixed."

A pause.

"I am. Sorry."

Scouting for scraps. What a lowly job.

Disgruntled, Soundwave moves through the tunnels. He's honestly prepared to just destroy anyone that he sees that is not useful to him. If he sees the fragging cult members, they will die. No question.

What he does not expect to come upon is a very familiar heartbeat.

Every pulse to Soundwave is like an individual fingerprint. Each one is different than the other. And he remembers, too. He remembers this one. Their ridiculous rivalry that meant nothing, formed out of jealousy and sensitive issues with one another.

But to call it hatred would be petty.

"ALTMAN."

[ He just stares them down for a long moment, knowing they've had this conversation before but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. Instead of arguing, he just shakes his head, shoving past Wash carelessly and grabbing the chip to unhook it and slide it into his pocket again, where he normally keeps it. ]

Sure. Hope none of us get captured like that otherwise we're clearly shit out of luck, huh.

[ it's petty and stupid and wrong, he knows it ( hopes it ) but that doesn't stop the words and he knows he's fucked up as soon as he says them, just going still, standing there. ]

Don't know why it's okay to leave him behind. S'all.

There's a hint of recognition, humanity, in her remaining organic eye, just for a moment, as she looks at him. Under the programming and the brainwashing, part of her remembers.

That's her.

This is her friend.

She's going to be rescued.

But it's only a tiny, not-truly-conscious part. The rest of her shakes her head and turns back to her screens. "I am not permitted to leave this facility unless I am needed for a task that cannot be completed here. Your request is not authorized. Units will arrive to verify your authorization to be in this facility in 3 minutes and 42 seconds."

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