singularityderp | 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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[Secret identity? What secret identity? Terry hasn't bothered with one for years. Doesn't seem to be much point.

Thus the reason he's pulled the cowl back and is leaning against Fries' door. No high-tech Batsuit for him, not after Hypatia put out her all points bulletin on anything more advanced than a toaster. This suit's durable, sure, but he can't fly, and it doesn't protect half so well against things like, you know, bullets and knife-wounds. Man, how'd the old man ever go retro like this?

Whiiiiiiiich would be why he's here. He's always gotten along pretty well with Fries, considering the whole super villain thing. And he doesn't mind so much going to the guy when he needs to be patched up.]

Hey Fries. Got a minute?

[he's not about to bleed out all over the floor, but his arm's a little busted up, okay? plz halp.

Also he has a bag over one shoulder. And he's so not mentioning what's in it yet. (power cells for Fries' suit. He's still a do-gooder at heart.)]

[There are some he can look to a bit more fondly than others. Anything outside of his immediate concerns for Nora is impressive enough.

So there is this. He remembers the boy, and now he sees the man. Victor is no different, but he's watched Terry grow instead of Batman.

He turns to look, then retracts himself from his work.]

Dare I ask what happened?

[Immediately, he goes through his very, very organized drawers for the appropriate supplies.]

Oh, the usual. Arm-wrestled one of the krogans for leftovers. Turns out they don't like losing.

[AIN'T NO THING. He peels the suit back from the injury with the appropriate amount of stoicism and hops good-naturedly up on what passes for an examination table around here.]

What about you? Holding up all right?

They do not enjoy many things beyond battle.

[Likely, Terry doesn't need it, but the painkiller is administered anyway through injection. It's brief and it'll allow him to do what's necessary to take care of this.]

I would advise you be more careful, but I'd like to think you know your limitations, Terry.

[He has no good way of admitting concern for him without being more blunt.]

You're telling me.

[... also, waving a hand at those painkiller shenanigans, Fries.]

You know, you should probably be saving those. They don't grow on-- magma worms.

[he'd almost said 'trees'. Wow, it's been a while since he's even seen a tree.]

Heh. I know 'em, all right. And that's half the battle, or so they say. Anyway. Here. Brought you a present.

[he holds out the bag with his good hand. It's not much, but hey.]

I will use them when I see it as necessary.

[The gift, more or less, catches his eye. Honestly, in cases like these, Victor almost never knows what to say.

Lightly, a gloved hand goes to Terry's good shoulder.]

It wasn't necessary of you to do so.

...But thank you, Terry.

[Unnecessary? Hardly, but. How else to be humble...]

[he waves his good hand as if deflecting the thanks.

Honestly, the only reason Terry's half as upbeat as he used to be as a teen is all the people depending on him. It'd be too damned easy to fall into the trap of being a permasurly Batman if not for everyone else.

It's easier around Fries, too. The guy's almost crankier than Bruce to begin with.]

Just being a good Samaritan. You know how us boyscouts are.

Dark Future Meme

oh hello there.

why hello.

couldn't resist. :3

bloobloo terry ;;

which reminds me I need to tag your log...

you do indeed. c:

I should already be in bed alba y u do