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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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"Yo, Karkat!"

Sonic leaps into Karkat's respiteblock through the window. He always uses the window. Makes it easier to get his attention than using the door. He stands on the sill for a second, before dropping into the block. He gives a wave and immediately tarts speaking. Sans when he feels like reporting to the troll (which isn't often), he only shows up at his block when he needs a favor.

"C'mon to the shuttles with me, I need you to yell at some guys for me."

That's fine.

It's not like I needed my dad in a state of not being a goddamn corpse to help me get through the robo apocalypse anyway.

They're all coming into their own now, in a way. The Knights were taking charge, the Seers were Seeing. And what was the Heir doing?

Well, whatever got thrown his way. There was a quick rap on the door. He was practically the only one who knocked, so Karkat would likely come see him.

He wore the eyepatch over the robot eye. He's pretty sure he remembered Karkat requesting it, just in case she hacked his wetware without his knowledge. But he wasn't concerned. At least. Not on the outside.

"Yo, Captain Kark, just did my rounds of the defenses. Fortified some of our forward raid base areas, s'about as much as we needed doing."

Toby will never forget that flirting that went on when they'd first met. That continued. And continued. Through the face of disfiguring injuries and all sorts of trauma, he still flirts with her from time to time.

Personally, she's of the opinion that it's a comfort thing for him.

Still, tracking down Charles for a chat when she's feeling antsy is always nice. Which is why she's here now, leaning against the doorway of the room she's pretty positive he's in.

God, if he's not in there, this will be utterly mortifying.

"So, written any good books lately?"

Name: Rose Lalonde
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: She stands at about 5'11" with a figure that makes approximate sense for somebody of her age and height. Her complexion wavers, sometimes staying an (again, approximately) normal tint, sometimes becoming close to slate grey and sometimes going in between from day to day.

She still wears her god hood. She's taken to wearing Bro Strider's shitty pointy anime shades, but considering she never takes her hood down (it's not at all unlikely that some of her acquaintances and even close friends haven't seen her face in years), it's not all that obvious.
Summary: Rose never trusted Hypatia. She tried to make use of her Vision Omnifold, try to see the correct path, but it never came to her, her trip through the rift having routed her vision too much to see the convoluted path that would lead her and her friends to victory. All she saw was enough to save herself, and the rest she had to leave up to instinct. Her instincts weren't good enough. Not good enough to stop Jade or Kanaya from being re-purposed, nor enough to stop her father from being killed. She hangs all of those entirely upon herself as personal failure, because she was unable to see them coming and prevent them.

She spends much of her time on Asphodel trying to speak with the Horrorterrors, attempting to seek their counsel and return her Vision Omnifold to its maximum potential. Their connection has become strained to its limit in the past ten years though, so coercing answers from them has become more difficult than ever. Her constant attempts to speak with them show upon her skin, occasionally returning it to the gray tone it was upon her first arrival in Sacrosanct. Her magic is as potent as ever, and she won't hesitate to participate in a skirmish. One thing the past years haven't dulled is her reckless streak. Given the opportunity, she'll lay waste to as many of Hypatia's forces as she can, or go up to the station and rip everything she can find asunder just to give others time to do things of actual importance. When she's not trying to use her Vision Omnifold to plot out the path of victory (she swears that, sometimes, little pieces of something comes to her, just floating on the periphery of her vision, but they could just as easily be her own delusion) or plotting to just wreck as much as she can, she's legendarily distant, staying holed up in her own home. Her guilt allows her very little in the way of personal comforts, and to that effect, what she does can almost barely be called living. She allows herself to survive, and to indulge in her most destructive tendencies occasionally, but little else.

Rose's Vision Omnifold gives her things occasionally. Little bits and pieces. They're so vague and they pass so quickly that most of the time, she can't tell if they're just dreams or actually something that may lead her down a path she could consider beneficial ("victorious" being kind of a relative term these days).

But the latest snippet felt different to her. She saw something that she ouldn't fully decipher, but she still felt compelled to see if there was any merit to it. So, she left her home and traveled to the tunnels. One thorn out, raised to generate a light, she floated aimlessly, waiting for something to happen. Perhaps it's because she so rarely leaves her home that she forgot two of the most obvious rules of heading out by herself, having failed to either take a comm with her or notify anyone that she was leaving.

Hopefully by the time she remembered that she was officially outside of the resistance's safety net, it wouldn't have already come back to bite her.

Name: Cliffjumper
Current location: Dead/disappeared
Current Physical Appearance: Not much dfference, except he'd started to be able to control the glass gas through his own hands, so, due to troubles with control, a lot of cracked, replaced and mis-matching red and gray plating to repair the areas especially around his hands and lower arms when he lost control.
Summary: Cliffjumper was still on Sacrosanct when things started to go badly... and he quickly became very suspicious towards anyone and anything else when the reprogramming started to show come into evidence.

Initially, he managed to avoid any reprogramming, slowly planning for some sort of last strike (he'd learned patience, but since it was all gearing towards one of those typical bum-rushes, it's hard to tell if he'd changed much at all), but if things hadn't happened as they did, he certainly would have fallen under Hypatia's control. Cliffjumper liked to hide in the Junkyard during this time, and at some point the rift either got him out of there, or he ran into someone else who'd made the Junkyard their territory (and was most probably killed by);

Name: Ramjet
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Ramjet is still a large, melty robot with the occasional tentacle and purple aura and all that fun stuff.
Summary: Ramjet came in only a year or so before things started to go to hell. It's probable he could have left the moment he appeared on Sacrosanct, but he stayed ~~to pester Convoy~~ for some reason.

Hypatia got to Ramjet early - mostly because he saw no danger from her - and while she did manage to reprogram him, it was... brief, at best. Ramjet's still-unstable form cannot hold any changes that aren't inherent to his spark, and further... Ramjet has only one Master, and Hypatia is not Unicron.
So when hypatia's reprogramming faded, Ramjet went on (delighted) rampage, destroying as much as he could before he was captured again... and then the process repeated, since why would Hypatia want to give up something that disorts the reality nearest to him and can disintegrate a few enemies evey day, despite the problems Ramjet presents. Though soon Ramjet usually escaped to the Junkyard between attempts at controlling him, doing... something to the Rift.

Ramjet isn't a tool, isn't a weapon. He isn't even a loose cannon, but rather more like a loose atomic bomb that periodically is set on a timer and then goes rogue after inflicting some known quantity of damage through Hypatia's orders. The Junkyard is his, and while Ramjet is a bomb, the Junkyard and the changed Rift (it sometimes now tends to rip things and people down there apart into thousand little pieces while pulling who/whatever out of the dimension) is more of an apocalypse waiting to happen.

Why leave, when he can just destroy this dimension and leave that way?

She steps forward, moving until she's in his breathing room and general personal space. There isn't much resembling recognition in her eyes, just confusion laced with frustration as she reaches out to touch him.

There are creatures like her, somewhat, on this planet. Hypatia and Sollux have told her that much, have mentioned their names, but she doesn't see them often in the tunnels, which has made her more curious. "Bright red and pavement grey," she says fondly, speaking like one would of an old memory.

He's smaller than her, and all he has is a sickle to protect him. She could probably snap the weapon in half, drain him dry and end this here. Bust she doesn't want to. It's strange, having the capabilities to murder and the desire to do it, and then suddenly losing them when you think you need them most.

"Do you know me?"

RAMJET IS PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS THAT NEMESIS IS ACTUALLY WORKING TO TRY AND DESTROY THE STATION

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Edited 2012-02-06 15:18 (UTC)

If Jetfire believes that he talks much about any of his work under Hypatia...then he's more of a fool than Nemesis first thought. The only one who gets such a report is Hypatia. And even then...

He lets the form slide off his shoulder once he finds the nook, setting him down on the floor before taking a seat of his own on the rough stone. Back to the wall, he gazes forwards, considering transforming, but...

Better to stay like this.

NATURALLY.

OH, WHY ARE YOU TRUSTING HIM WITH THESE THINGS, HONEYPIE? IT'LL JUST MAKE IT ALL THE BETTER TO DESTROY THE WHOLE DIMENSION. C:

[boom or broom. or hammer! but Roll opens the door slowly, enough to show herself and her armor and her ripped arm with a number of wires and circuits and such visible...]

I...heard you were good at tech?...

what trust glitch i just took your minicon and sent it to asphodel

better go catch it~

My minicon, Prime? aw I'm all flattered you came down here to tell me that.

let me just take a detour and disintegrate the nearest security hub before I go find my minicon. he better be unhurt that's MY plaything. besides they make the noises from the Rift less loud.

yes yes GET BACK TO WORK

And their relationship was no more or less functional than it was when they were Heralds.

THIS IS NOT WORK, SHE IS NOT UNICRON.

brb brief "suiciding" and taking out a few fragments of her

This is practically business as usual, amazingly enough. Except you're listening to the wrong Will and Voice here, Prime. :|

same time tomorrow?

~~That's what she said.~~

unless you get other orders, yes indeed. he'll be waiting~

Name: Nepeta Leijon
Current Location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Fairly similar to her younger self - Nepeta never got any taller than what she hit at thirteen, but she has compacted even further into pure muscle. Her horns are a bit longer, and she's ditched both the kitty apparel and her trench coat. Also for the most part she goes barefoot.

Summary: Nepeta fled the Station with Karkat and the other trolls he managed to scrounge together, but was separated from them in the chaos. Unable to find her way back to them and cut off from any sort of restraining influence, Nepeta fell back on her feral instincts to survive.

By this time she's gone almost completely feral, although she is still perfectly capable of speech. Her memories of life previous to Asphodel have been suppressed as belonging to a before time that has no bearing on her now. There's a large stretch of tunnel which resistance members believe to be inhabited by some kind of large monster - believe, because anyone who's ventured through has been killed by Nepeta. Yeah, she's a maneater now.

There's still a fragment of her original personality trying to get out, but it's become twisted. Whenever something humanoid has the misfortune to venture into her territory, she won't kill them immediately. Instead she leaves them alive so that she can 'play' with them - unfortunately her games now have the same result as simply being attacked.

"Of course I tell them the truth. They wouldn't give it to me any other way. Karkat's determined to rescue you, did you know that?" Sollux doesn't even pause to switch the conversational gears. "But since you're always moving to a new location to test the shield at another point, I can't really tell him where you are. He'd be pretty bummed if he saw you, anyway."

He falls silent for a moment, then continues. "Why do you care about the other trolls, anyway? You don't remember a thing about them, and if I let you in you'd kill them if you could."

Name: Jack Walters
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Ten years older, with more scars and more stubble, and six downward-facing horn-like protrusions on his lower jawline, three on each side. Thinner, lately, and obviously showing signs of neglecting his own health.
Summary: Jack wasn't on the station for long before Hypatia's hostile takeover started. He didn't manage to make it off the station before one of her drones killed him, and he was swiftly captured coming out of the teleporter. Rather than enhancing him with cybernetics, however, she began tweaking his genetic makeup in an effort to get someone with enough psychic ability to combat the humans on Asphodel that had the same ability.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time that Jack has been captured, and he recently freed himself and fled to the planet below. He's less human than he was and more Yithian, with more control over his psychic abilities. Most of his days are spent tweaking the Yithian Lightning Cannon to be more powerful, or with him in a pool of ankle-deep water, trying to get a fix on controlling Asphodel's giant worm population.

He still writes in his journal when he can.

Name: Doug Rattmann
Current Location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Very similar to how he looks now - emaciated, haggard, unkempt, and more than a little off-kilter. His clothes are even more ragged than before and it's likely that he's lost even more weight in the interim. Dodging robots for food is hard, ok.

Summary: In his own way, Rattmann had been warning people about this eventuality almost as frequently as Karkat. But no on had listened to him (again) and soon his nightmare was rising up into the painfully familiar crescendo.

He'd always been more of a reluctant hero than he'd ever care to admit, and so when things went to shit once again he stayed behind on the station. His morals and paranoia wouldn't conscience fleeing with strangers to an unknown planet when there were still people trapped on Sacrosanct. Besides, what use could a schizophrenic without his medicine be to a resistance force?

It's more difficult these days to keep himself hidden; but Hypatia doesn't hold the same sway as GLaDOS did, and he'd kept himself away from her nearly as long. The station is simply too big for her to track down one long nutcase, and that's what he's counting on.

Any resistance members on missions in the station will notice that the walls have been covered in words pointing out the direction of their target or giving zone coordinates for organics still held prisoner by Hypatia. These are usually framed by insane ramblings and cries for help, but the information offered has always turned out good. In his more lucid moments Rattmann also throws himself into disrupting Hypatia's processing - nothing large, but resistance members may find that door locks and security drones tend to malfunction more often the closer they come to their targets.

He also makes use of the fact that he knows there are telepaths in the group of people the Rift had brought in, sending a constant stream of information and locations out into the void of thoughtspace and hoping someone picks them up. These are much more difficult to decipher than the wall directions, however, as they're jumbled with both Rattmann's shattered mind and his emotions.

"You are such a technology bigot. 500 meters and closing."

It's one of those betweens (he hates betweens, they bite and claw and reach, trying to keep him, no matter if it's Hypatia's between or the multiversal between); she has him, briefly. But every second Ramjet spends shifting, falling apart, remaking himself to present some sort of whole as he - his spark - remembers himself, the (re)programming becomes all the more tenouos.

It's not as if it matters. Not really.

She can only make him destroy and that is part of his function anyway. She just doesn't - can't - go far enough, but the Junkyard and the Rift keeps him busy. She's sitting on her doom... on the doom of the station, the whole dimension if Ramjet has his way... and it will be glorious.

"Prime." He hovers above the dark sentinel; so tiny now, still hard to get used to after this time. Despite the fact that his wings and part of his legs with the thrusters are melting, dripping psuedo-organic goo down the metal, he remains in the air before landing, and something in him is pleased at those optics being lightless again. Void.

Hypatia doesn't know what she's keeping.

"This is all so mundane, so simple in its incompleteness; the destruction not enough to be true entropy! This bores me. He's calling..." And Ramjet fears it as well as revels in the promised punishment of not being present at his lord's side when called for. It'll define him again. He's losing so many bits and pieces by lingering here, and yet... Ramjet vents dramatically, needlessly, clawed fingers drumming against his mask.

He'll tear it all down first.

"The rift is eating things now... tries to claw me back." Ramjet laughs, then casts a look around him, optics sliding over all four minicons. "Would you like to feed one of her fragments to it?" The programming has already slipped far enough he could just leave, again, now. So weak, Prime, to have given in, no matter that they're - somewhat - working towards a similar goal. You're too subtle. Can you even break control long enough to enjoy tossing one of her fragments to the rift?

Name: Eridan Ampora
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Really, there wasn't much change in Eridan. His eyes completely filled out with color, his horns have taken to a longer shape as well, he has grown quite a bit, but staying as lean as ever. literally this if you're too lazy to imagine. Plus a missing foot because missing a foot is awesome. He looks much similar to his ancestor, but not as burly as the late Orphaner. I mean, he's only 11 sweeps (~24) at this point.

Summary: Of course Eridan would follow his glorious leader, there's no doubt to that. He would follow him until he proved otherwise to be the leader that he had followed through 600 hours of one hell of a game.

At first, he was to stick to his own force in the rallies, of course, he was an offensive brute with a horrible trigger finger. It's obviously the perfect plan, right? Not right. He would fuck up majorly and it would cost him his eye and his fin. He was damaged, but he wasn't defeated yet. He would try to keep his pacing up, but it was difficult to relearn how to work with one eye. Eventually, he would relearn, but he was too paranoid that his blind spot was going to become the end of him.

That didn't mean that he had completely placed himself out of the fight. He eventually snuck out every once in a while when tings were too quiet for him to be comfortable in, usually ending in someting... happening. He'd come back with different injuries, but the one that did stop him and make him actually sit back and let the able bodied and those who weren't in the same situation as he was ... was when he came back without any wings or a foot.

That was the deal breaker for him. He knew he wasn't to chance his luck, and remained with those who planned. That was his new calling... but it wasn't as if he would completely stick to it. He would just try to avoid getting into a scuffle when he went out form that moment on.

Coming from his personality, he's matured greatly from what he was before. His top priority is planning, especially after his injuries. He fucking adapted to what he could focus on the most, he couldn't keep hope up. He tried to. He was the Prince of Hope after all. He was always staggering to attempt to keep them hopeful, but HAHA nope. Someone else would step up for him, and he would be bitter... but he would still keep hope where he could.

He put aside all differences for the trolls, what does he hate now? Well, basically he took a page from Karkat's book of rage and hates those god damned sons of bitches ROBOTS FUCK THEM UGH. Except for a few that have proven to be... you know, good souls and were able to make their way into the Resistance. ~~fuck the rest of them though GUHHGHHGHSDHGDSF~~ He also has a wicked temper from the fact that his seakin are normally just complete assholes to everyone, and he's prone to snap if he's provoked, especially since his injury.

All and all, he still tries to stay the same as he did before, but there's no way he's the same Eridan he was at 7 sweeps. He knew there was no way he could ever go back to doing that. Never ever was he turning back to that again.

Jesus fuck tl;dr he stays with the trolls, gets injured and gets paranoid the's going to get killed so he forces himself off the field, but he continues to go against himself until his wings get borked and he really does stop going off.

YEAH.

Edited 2012-02-06 22:31 (UTC)

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Nope, couldn't resist.

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/because Chibi is waffling

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/also copy-pastes from last time

sob they are good franz

because Jayde is terrible

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srs turn now v. srs (and I totally didn't delete and repost)

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