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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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A pitiful sound curls in the back of Soundwave's throat. To be expected, he supposes. Hope is for Autobots, but Skyfire has had such an influence on him in the past.

It couldn't be helped. He wants what's his back.

"APOLOGY: UNNECESSARY."

The back of his fingers stroke lightly down the side of Skyfire's face.

"REQUEST: RELAX. STAY AWHILE."

Perhaps he can coax him. Learn more of the damage within. Every moment he can steal, he can learn something new.

One day, Skyfire. One day.

"Sorry, Buffy, but you must have misheard me the first time. Fuck your authorizations. You're coming with me." He saw the way she looked at him-- he's seen Jade do it a few times, and it's one of the few things that gives him hope.

So Karkat walks over and grabs her arm.

"Come on. You're being saved."

It's not the same thing.

[She follows him, tensing when he grabs the chip, ready to lunge at him if he decides to slide it back in again.

But he doesn't, and she slides her hands carefully up his back instead, pressing against his side and looking up at him.]

York. None of us wanted to leave him behind, okay? Nobody wanted to.

But even if we could get him back, even if it was safe to try - it wouldn't do any good. You know it wouldn't.

[She goes quiet for a moment, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.]

He's not Delta anymore.

The glow reminds him of feeling safe and happy (fuck, when was the last time he was legitimately happy). It's strangely pacifying, truth be told, and while he still has his weapon up as he approaches, he feels less nervous and tense.

All that comfort's gone when he sees her.

"Kanaya?"

There's a slight rumble and a hand snaps up to catch Soundwave's as he touches the mask.

A pointed pause as the battlemask below his visor parts revealing chapped, split lips and pale skin. Soundwave's hand is then placed neatly against his cheek.

He's not sure what makes him do it, but it is an impulse- something strange and overwhelming.

As quickly as it happened, he lets go and turns to sit down. To mull over the why. The mask snaps shut again.

Tails had stayed in Asphodel to work for the resistance and so that he could become stronger. As an adult, he's become quite a valuable member of the resistance and has toughed up, but if there was one thing that never changed was that he always enjoyed what little time he could spend talking with Sonic. He understood that Sonic didn't want to stick around.

Today, he was actually out and about. Normally he would be in the base doing tech work, but today he was going to do some rescuing. As he used his tails to move fast, he spots Sonic and tries to catch up with him. "Hey Sonic!"

The bap startles Altman into stillness, and then fear keeps him compliant as he's hauled along. At least until the other says 'Show me.'

"No. No you're not supposed to see," he protests weakly, digging his heels in. It doesn't do much to slow their progress.

He assumes the not-stranger is after the Marker--that's what everyone wants, isn't it?--and the tunnel walls here are dark with Altman's scrawlings. What he wants to hide. Altman grabs at his aggressors arm, trying to dislodge him, slow him, anything.

"Skyfire, please."

It's not something Shockwave expects, coming home to find Skyfire there. What happened to the shuttle is not something he likes to think about, he'd much rather that none of this ever did. Things were much more... enjoyable before the chaos broke out.

Shame he can't get that Skyfire back.

"Skyfire." He does his best to not seem startled by his presence.

"What are you doing here?"

Karkat, predictably, hisses right back, "Shut the fuck up, old man. I'm getting you out." He starts in on Jack's robobits, trying to figure out ways to detach them.

"I'm going to have to get rid of this junk first, though. And I'm going to have to do it fast. Not much time." It's really easy to pluck out someone's roboeye when they don't have limbs to fight you off.

Son of a bitch.

[ It's just a quiet little mutter, more directed at this whole fucked-up situation than either of them, and Wash leans back against the wall, watching Sarah go to him and hoping it makes some kind of difference.

They've had this conversation before, but they shouldn't have needed to, only they just keep seeming to have the same arguments over and over again. ]

You get that, don't you? He's gone.

Despite being... enhanced in many ways, Buffy's role in the Sacrosanct machine is not physical, unless you count delicate repair work as physical. She is not programmed for defense, or combat, or even resisting, really. She sent a ping for the proper units to come deal with the organic, and that is the extent of what her programming tells her.

So though she is not authorized to leave, she does not fight back when Karkat grabs her. Nor would she fight back if he pulled her out of her chair and physically removed her from her home/workstation/command center/whatever the fuck this is.

"I am not authorized to leave this facility," she repeats. "Units will arrive to verify your authorization in 3 minutes and 18 seconds."

It's harder now, being with Soundwave. It's not that they both seem colder towards things, but because there's just too much to focus on.

Too many things to do.

Survival comes first, and if calculations were to be believed then it would remain that way for a long time. There's just no time to act as he used to. Logically there's little point.

Shockwave casts Soundwave a glance before returning to his work.

"Yes?"

"Still fucking your authorizations," he says as he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. Karkat knows talking to them, those that they rescue, makes it less traumatic. So that's what he does.

"It's been a long time, but it's me. Karkat. Sorry it's taken me so long to find you." He's carrying her out the door, moving quickly. If what she says is true, he's only got a few minutes to get out."

"I do not-- I do not--"

She stops talking, for a moment, as if struggling with some crashed process in her software. Really, it's just a spark of memory - they don't interact well with brainwashing and re-programming.

The hiccup in processing only lasts a moment though - not even 30 seconds. "I do not know a unit by that designation. The penalty for unauthorized removal of official equipment is termination. Please halt and await enforcement units. Units will arrive in 2 minutes and 30-- 45-- 73.4-- Units will arrive in 2 minutes and 59 seconds."

...Good job, Karkat, you're confusing the poor not-really-a-computer.

Name: John Egbert
Current location: Asphodel.
Current Physical Appearance: When puberty hit John, it hit John like a ton of bricks. He's tall. 6' or 6'1". Nowhere near as tall as Time God Dave is, but he makes up for it by showing off the fact that it isn't just good ecto-genetics that he's able to swing around sledgehammers like they don't weigh anything at all. He's pretty thick, and his resistance work has kind of turned him into a built tank of sorts. His left eye - due to a hassle when escape happened - was replaced with a synthetic one, which he lets the more robotic types in the resistance check on every now and again. He keeps it patched up whenever he gets a chance to hit up Sacrosanct. He still wears the god tier ensemble, but ripped the sleeves off long ago. He's got a few rips and tears - luckily immortality rules are fairly vague in these circumstances.
Summary: When the end came, John wasn't ready for it, but he was bound and determined to make sure as many of his friends saw their way off as he could. Hypatia managed to snag him once in the beginning, deciding "oh hey, I remember when you had robot eyes!" And replaced one with a synthetic. He managed to escape and regroup with the resistance during an early raid, and refuses to tell anyone he doesn't have to. Karkat knows, but only because of an altercation the two of them had.

Work-wise, he's the Resistance's go-to everyman. Whether it be labor or needing quick defenses or skirmishes, John is ready and willing to lend a hand. He's probably the most support oriented out of the resistance's Bullshit God Gang. He's just as determined as Dave to get his Space Dog Cyborg God Sister back, but he's also been keeping up morale and doing needed supply runs, the things that keep their war against Hypatia moving. He's joined battle a few times - especially when there's rumors that Jade might be there, and he can be a reckless hothead - ten years of resistance will do that to you - but he's still John, and he's still trying to get everyone home safe.

The loss of his alternate counterpart hit him hard, and since then, John has been redoubling his efforts to help everyone. There's many nights he's sitting there with one of his many hammers, sustained only by coffee and his own, occasionally lonely thoughts. He isn't going to give up until they've won. He kind of tries to look out for everyone as a whole, a weird father figure to the family they've established at times. It's not really much and he doesn't really come off as fatherly more than frienderly, but it's what he feels he needs to do.

Edited 2012-02-06 09:13 (UTC)

He sets her down only for a moment to kill a surveillance bot that noticed him. While it itself wasn't a threat, Hypatia knowing his position is. It's only two flicks of his sickle before he's picking her back up again and moving.

"Remember when we watched that shitty romance movie with the blood-drinker? The woman gave birth to that monster, and that's how I thought all humans were created? Now that I think about it, that movie was completely ridiculous."

"Incorrect assumptions about pregnancy. Vampires. V-Vam-Vampire-ires. Shouldn't sparkle."

If she could really comprehend pain in this state, she'd probably be crying because of how much she's getting overloaded by this sudden... everything. It doesn't actually hurt, but it's working both her software and her hardware in ways it hasn't ever had to.

"Please halt and await enforcement units. Destruction of station equipment is cause for termination. Unauthorized removal of station equipment is cause for termination. Enforcement units will arrive in 2 minutes and 4 seconds."

They're catching up.

He's been stuck here so long it feels like it's been an eternity since he's really been angry, but now that the kid is here it comes so easily to him. That fucking moron.

"Don't you tell me to-- are you completely insane?!" be snarls, still trying his best to wriggle free of... Karkat saving his ass. "Jesus Christ, the place'll be crawling out the ass with security any fucking minute, just forget about me and get the hell out!"

And then the kid just starts pulling shit out of him. Maybe he can't move them right now, but those prosthetics are still a part of him, and he definitely feels a jolt when the kid starts picking at his arms and legs and reaching into his sockets-- oh fuck no, he does not like being taken apart.

"Stop-- fuck, stop! Don't touch that!" His breathing quickens, and he gives up reasoning in favour of thrashing more desperately. "Put my fucking eye back you little shit! Leave me the fuck alone!"

This probably isn't going to be a very stealthy escape.

"Remember that feelings jam we had? Or the time I hid in your closet for a day, crying like a little grub?" Two minutes, fuck, fuck, he is no where near safe, and she's just weighing him down. Karkat could easily make it by himself, but there's no way in hell he's leaving her behind. Not again.

"Come on, fucking talk to me, Buffy!"

Name: Rock Light, nee "Mega Man"
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: A lot of him still looks like a 10 year old, but he's definitely taller now, with bits that don't exactly conform to his standard blue bomber design, jury-rigged bits here and there, to keep himself together. His hair hasn't changed, but he's got new hands - longer and spindlier, with new techie bits grafted on - and his chest and back plates have had a lot of tech grafted to him over the years. Legs have a lot of newer bits, too. He's got a more teenage frame with a lot of jury rigged attachments on almost his entire body.
Summary: When the Three Laws Compliance kicks in, it kicks hard. While the rest of the station was busy preparing a mass evacuation, Rock elected to stay - he couldn't watch everyone evacuate when Hypatia needed to be stopped. He overestimated the amount of damage he could do during the initial evacuation, and fell back.

For a while, he operated on dead air. He refused to sync his systems with the network, knowing full well that the minute he did, Hypatia would see him and try to claim him as her own - which Rock knew he couldn't abide by. So he waited, and waited, trying to find bits and pieces he could use to get onto the network, let others know he was still online.

It wasn't easy, but he did it. Carving out one of the more abandoned station chunks for himself, he doesn't serve the resistance directly - they wouldn't trust him. Instead he acts how he can, being one of the few established techbots on Sacrosanct not under Hypatia's control. He never uses the same trick twice, and changes locations as often as he can.

He's got in a few skirmishes before, he knows that Hypatia is probably aware he's on the station. He's taken enough damage over the years to warrant replacement parts - he had to remove the Variable Weapons System from himself after a while, it having grown too unstable, but the Copy Chip is still functioning, allowing him to stay a couple steps ahead of Hypatia's codebreakers. He works the data networks of Sacrosanct now, occasionally reaching out to try and patch communications with any resistance members who will talk to him. He helps where he can, when he can.

Dr. Light wanted peace for robot and humankind, after all.

It's been so long.

She hasn't been sent out to kill. She hasn't been sent out to fight, or defend. She hasn't been anywhere outside of her facility, really. It's been so long, and the part of her that's human, the part that has to fight just to get anywhere NEAR conscious thought, it's pretty much given up.

"Made you chocolate pancakes," she says absently. She did, she made him chocolate pancakes after he'd stopped crying, and she held him, and they watched ridiculously sappy romcoms.

"Enforcement units will arrive in 1 minute 32..."

She falls silent for a moment. She can't go against her programming, but a tiny part of her is rearing up and trying to influence what is basically her AI into making a choice.

The silence only lasts for a second, during which time she lets off a location ping for the enforcement unites... and tampers with the information, making it seem like they're heading in the opposite direction.

There is nothing in her programming about this situation. She can do as she pleases, however illogical it seems even to her processors.

"Enforcement units will arrive in 1 minute 47 seconds."

Karkat stops, only for a moment, to look Jack right in his only organic eye remaining and threaten, "I will knock your ass out if you make me," before detaching his arm.

Nope surprise that one's robotic now, too. But the message still gets across the same. And Jack keeps hissing and struggling, though to a slightly lesser degree now.

"Don't you fucking talk to me that way! I will shoot your fucking hands off!" With that gun he doesn't have. "Are you trying to get us BOTH killed?!"

Sometimes, he had to take risks. Sometimes, he had to at least see if he could get through to the one they called Hypatia's Knight, the one, in a weird way, he once called a big brother.

He's part of the network she's built, but at the same time outside of it. One of the few people he could interface with while at least knowing she wouldn't be tracking him down immediately. He was loyal enough without the plugins.

But that didn't mean it didn't deserve a shot. He send the message, brief but important.

I know you're there. I know you can see this.
Respond already.

[[ with emphasis on awkward now that tz has become a sort-of hermit? ]]

Terezi's respiteblock looks like it belongs to a crazy person. It is a mess of chalk drawings and ramblings, flowcharts and notes. It began with little reminders on her hand, then she moved on to whatever scraps of paper she could get her claws on, and when those ran out, the walls of her room. No surface is safe from Chicago Terezi. There's much to be learned from failure, after all.

She barely acknowledges Dave when he walks in; she just holds up a finger -- wait a minute -- and erases an entire section of wall and a little bit of the floor before beginning to scribble anew. Raid Success, she writes, circled, underlined, and with several arrows pointing off in different directions, more possible doomed timelines ready to be explored and charted and mined for information. She's already diving in and marking down what she sees before she snaps herself out of it. Not right now. It can wait just a few minutes.

Right now she has a guest.

She finally turns around to face him, licking the chalk dust off her fingers and stepping lightly over a set of drawings on the floor to poke him in the chest. "No casualties doesn't mean no injuries. Are you okay? And don't bother lying to me, you know I'll know."

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Sorry about the icon. I don't have any decent pics for icons

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uhhhh idk? still awkward matesprits, I guess?