Beyond The Call

Independent Thace from Voltron: Legendary Defender. Side-blog to @vin-robles. OOC Info || Dossier || Verses

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Once in a while I remember this exists, and I get a little sad that the fandom basically collapsed once the show itself ended.

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*chanting* THACE VS SENDAK FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

"You know as well as I what the result would be."

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"Someone talks awful loudly for being yet another corpse, themselves."

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“Thace... Thace... Ah, yes. Commander Prorok.”

Sendak spoke as if he was recalling the lieutenant from memory, but his stare never wavered or changed in recognition. Someone observant enough would even note that the cybernetic had long identified its target.

His expression is mostly unreadable, but his tone isn't. The sort of voice he'd use to speak to another on slightly less formal terms. There was the very ghost of a curl to his lips, almost invisible. He wondered what Thace was thinking in that moment.

"How are you finding his lead, lieutenant?”

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He felt that awful gaze before he even heard the approach. It was hard not to; Even though Zarkon's right hand was often far afield, chasing down what had become little more than a fable to most at this point, his mere existence still weighed heavily on those at Central Command.

Thace longed for even a fraction of that usual distance the moment he laid eyes on Sendak, moreso with every passing moment since the awkward conversation began.

"The Commander..." he began, glancing away both to measure his words and gain what little relief he could from the red glare of Sendak's cybernetic. He was terrible at this interpersonal garbage. He much preferred to work behind the scenes, letting Prorok manage being the face of their unfortunate little duo.

"What can I say, except that he performs as well in his position as one might expect from his reputation." The most non-answer of an answer he could conjure while being neither flattering, nor critical. Maybe he could have padded it out, tried to diffuse the tension with a little banter like he'd seen Prorok do many hundreds of times, but his heartrate was likely already pinging Sendak's sensors as it was.

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NO FOE HAS EVER STOOD IN MY WAY AND NONE EVER WILL. // written by XENO, they/them, 24+. multiverse & crossover friendly.

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just messing with the post processing in nomad a lil

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aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

Botanical Asks || Accepting

Simply put, he doesn't.

At least not in any healthy way. In his unique situation, Thace has had to spend decades burying his emotions in service of maintaining a straight face in tough situations. Since entering the Blade, he's had neither the time nor the opportunity to actually sit with his feelings and untangle them, given how hard he has to work to maintain a mask of indifference in the face of the Empire's crimes. So when trauma happens (which is often) he's just sort of left holding the bag while everyone else gets to feel however they like out in the open.

So, he tends to carry things with him for a lot longer than is probably healthy. Deaths, disappointments, heartbreak—all of them linger in the back of his head until he has the rare chance to work them out. Usually on the training deck, with a dummy. Which is less effective than just talking things through with another person, but he doesn't exactly have anyone he can share with who wouldn't turn him in the moment he says something off-color.

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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Some Protective Friend/Sibling/Parent figure starters

The protected

“It doesn’t seem THAT dangerous…”

“I don’t need a coat.”

“Sorry, but I’ve made up my mind.”

“You’re not my dad/mom!”

“Don’t try to talk me out of this.”

“But It’s easy, I’ve done it before- oops.”

“He was just having a friendly conversation with me!”

“I like being friends with every single person I meet.”

“How did you even find me here?”

“It’s not that bad, really! I can walk!”

“I wasn’t being reckless, I was thinking quickly!”

“I’m not that tired, I can still keep going!”

“Don’t take it easy on me this time.”

“I can do it myself.”

“I can walk, I’m fine.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s just a small cold.”

“I really was behaving, honest.”

“You always treat me like a kid!”

“I was asking for an outing together, not a personal body guard.”

“I-it’s so cold…”

“I think I’m a little drunk… Just a little.”

“If I tell you, promise you don’t get mad?”

“You’re grounding me?! It’s not fair!”

Protective person

“What were you thinking?!”

“I don’t like the look of that guy…”

“I know what’s best.”

“Can you walk?”

“What happened? Are you hurt?”

“You could of gotten yourself killed!”

“You’re so reckless!”

“Slow down, you’ll just wear yourself out.”

“Stay behind me…”

“We should leave.”

“I’ll handle this, you leave.”

“You’re in over your head.”

“Are you seriously drunk?”

“You have a fever…”

“I’m just trying to watch out for you.”

“You don’t have to worry. I’ve got your back.”

“Here, take my coat.”

“You’re running a fever!”

“Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“It’s better if you don’t know.”

“You had me so worried….”

“Just stay close.”

“When that person asked if they could have you for dessert tomorrow I think they literally meant it.”

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Dr. Vrayaka ::

Qessyn smiled as Nena left, grateful for her assistance. She turned her attention back to the patient and to the trauma team.

“Get him into the OR and have him prepped for surgery. We need to get that wound cleaned and closed, and we need to do it fast.”

Surgery was long; it was very much uncharted territory and Qessyn was unfamiliar with this species. His vitals had fluctuated, and it seemed they would nearly lose him a few times. But eventually the Thal’ni surgeon got the wound cleaned and closed, and he was being heavily monitored on antibiotics, sleeping comfortably in a hospital bed.

Qessyn stood outside his room, looking at him through the window. No ID, nothing to indicate where he came from or who he was, or even what he was. Jax Doa, they called him for the time being. She waited for him to wake, though she figured she would likely be waiting a long time; he was in bad shape.

It’d be a couple of days at least before he stirred. Probably more if the lovely shade of bluish-black covering his face and all but sealing his eye shut was any indication. If he could see himself, he would’ve considered himself lucky that the hospital didn’t just write him off and toss him out with the day’s garbage. Right back where they’d found him in the first place. How apropos.

It looked like they wouldn’t get the chance to consider that option. At the beginning of the third day, “Jax Doa” finally stirred, groaning back to life in a clumsy attempt to sit up in bed.

“Wh... where...” he managed to croak before the strain of even whispering took its toll on his throat. He doubled over, coughing violently, reachingi behind himself to grab onto anything at all he could use to keep himself upright.

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Dr. Vrayaka ::

“I think so, thanks to Nena. My arm’s going to be hurting like hell tomorrow though,” she replied as she retrieved Nena’s sandal and handed it back to the elderly Midoan. “Here you are, Nena.”

Looking back at the patient, she sighed. “Gods have mercy…the poor man must have been terrified. He was extremely hostile towards me; Damn near bent my arm off.” She began working with the trauma team. “Keep that sedative handy in case he wakes up; he’ll need treatment for a concussion as well.”

Looking at his injuries more closely, she frowned. “I fear we may need a more in-depth look at his wounds. He’s lost a lot of blood, from the looks of it. What in the universe is he…?” She had never seen anyone quite like him before. “Load him up on the stretcher and get him inside.”

Turning back to Nena, she smiled. “Thank you so much, Nena. For the scones and for saving me.”

“Don’t sweat it, Darlin’.” Nimble for an old lady, Nena bent down and popped the sandal back onto her foot, giving her toes a good wiggle to ensure it wasn’t going anywhere. She glanced at the medic busying themself with the wound pack.  “It looks like you’re gonna be busy for a bit, so I’ll go ahead an’ get outta here. Stop by for tea sometime and tell me what happens.” 

Nena edged her way around the group, paused a second to drag a stray strand out of Qessyn’s face, and clomped off into the rain. Meanwhile, the trauma team had deployed the hardlight stretcher and were in the midst of figuring out how to get the injured stranger off the ground without hurting him further.

The tallest of the three, a spindly pink humanoid with the name “BECK” stitched across her nametag, shuffled up behind the patient and dug her three-fingered hands up under his armpits. “Mungo, get his legs,” she warbled, having to strain her voice just to be heard in the pounding rain. 

Mungo, a short, squat goblinoid resembling more of a sentient waste barrel than any kind of sapient being, gave little more than a grunt as he grabbed the patient around the legs and hoisted him up without prompting, leaving Beck to scramble to catch up. “Whoa, whoa! Warning, huh? We were talked about this.” She locked her hands in front of the patient’s chest and shifted around, bringing him to parallel with the stretcher and dropping him with perhaps a bit less care than the situation called for. As soon as Mungo had done the same, she punched a button on the stretcher’s controls and stood back as it let out a low hum and rose up off of the ground, hovering in place.

“Where do you want him?”

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Dr. Vrayaka ::

“It’s entirely possible,” Qessyn replied, “but I don’t think—“

Qessyn gasped sharply when her arm was grabbing and bent, hissing in pain and eyes wide with terror as the stranger came face to face with her. It was only Nena’s sandal that saved her.

“I…I think so…” she stammered, holding her arm. Visibly shaken, but alright. “Thank you, Nena.”

“Trauma team, be advised, subject is highly aggressive,” she commed, before looking back at the stranger. “Is he out?” She rubbed her arm. He had grabbed it rather roughly, and bent it in such a way that it was already starting to hurt, and would likely be more painful tomorrow.

She looked at where he had been applying pressure, eyes wide. “Gods be good, this wound is deep…”

Nena craned her neck to try and get a better look at what Qessyn was talking about, but being one shoe down limited her mobility. “Well if my record is anything to go by, he’ll be out for a couple’a hours. Maybe.” She rubbed her chin, pausing a beat to pluck a pesky hair out of a mole the moment she felt it. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen his type around here, so I can’t say fer sure.”

She clucked her tongue in disgust. “Now, if y’don’t mind, could you help an old lady by handin’ her shoe-”

The clomping of several pairs of boots cut Nena off before she could finish the thought. Right on time, three figures clad in grey suits came jogging around the corner, the frontrunner already brandishing a trauma kit and a sedative pen. But upon seeing Qessyn and Nena (minus one sandal) and the overall lack of aggression from the “patient,” they slowed to a stop and held out an arm to slow the others.

“Ah... Are you all right, Doctor?” They eyed her arm for a second and then stepped around to kneel by the stranger. Their cringe was immediate when they peeled back the cloak to see what he’d been trying to hide. “Damn, what a mess...”

They set the kit down and popped it open, pulling out a wound pack and peeling the adhesive straps back with a loud rip.

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Dr. Vrayaka ::

“He’s not dead. Not yet, anyway. But he will be if I can’t get him inside and help him,” Qessyn replied, inching slowly closer. She wondered if the stranger could even understand her.

Carefully, she crept closer, keeping her hands in view. Slowly but surely she made her way over, and moved to place her hand on him.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said in a gentle voice, “I’m here to help you.” She looked him over, trying to figure out how to get him inside; she doubted she could lift him on her own.

Lifting her finger to the lapel of her white coat, she commed the hospital frequency. “This is doctor Qessyn Vrayaka in the alley outside the ER entrance, west side, I have a severely injured patient and I am in need of assistance. Be aware that the patient is offering resistance.”

Nena’s eyes narrowed, ever skeptical. “Well y’could’ve fooled me.” She circled around, hands folded behind her back, keeping a fair distance but nevertheless doing her best to assess the situation in that way old ladies did when they figured they knew better and they had the years to back it up. “What d’you suppose messed ‘im up like this? One of them Circle boys?”

Even if Qessyn knew the answer, she wouldn’t have been able to answer before what went down next: The moment her hand came within touch range, the stranger stirred again, snarling. His hand, thoroughly bloodied from keeping pressure on his wound, snapped up and snatched her wrist, bending it back in a way that didn’t break it, but it certainly wouldn’t feel good in the morning.

“DO NOT TOUCH ME!” he roared, the last bit of adrenaline in his veins launching him upright, nearly nose-to-nose with the doctor. Teeth bared, breathing ragged, he looked fully ready to bite the doctor’s face off. And he just might have if not for the bulky sandal that came spinning into frame, clocking him square in the temple and knocking him flat onto his back. (As flat as he could be, at least, on a cushion of garbage bags.)

“You okay, Darlin’?!” Nena called from behind, balancing crookedly on one leg while shooting the prone stranger a look that’d probably kill him if his wounds didn’t get him first. “That’s what you get, pickin’ on a nice girl what’s just tryin’ to help ya! Hooligan...”

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Dr. Vrayaka ::

Qessyn approached slowly and cautiously; especially after that growl. Slowly making her way towards the figure, but maintaining a healthy distance. She could already see they desperately needed help, if the giant stain was anything to go by.

“I promise I’m not going to hurt you,” she said in a gentle voice, “nobody at this hospital is. I promise. Vraacoi Memorial Hospital is a nonprofit organization looking to help those less fortunate. I promise that you’re safe here.”

She moved closer, but only just barely. “I’m a doctor. My name is Qessyn Vrayaka. Can you move? May I look at your wound?”

She waited for them to respond. She wasn’t going to make any moves until she was sure they were alright with it.

If the good doctor was hoping for a definite answer, she was going to be waiting a while. The closer she crept, the more teeth the stranger showed, his lips peeling back just enough to expose a sharp set of canines. His last defense considering the sorry state the rest of him was in.

He tried to back away, even though there was nowhere to go. Putting weight on his arm only resulted in it buckling out from under him, the back of his head slamming against the concrete behind him. He sucked in a hiss and curled in on himself, away from her.

While all of this was happening, Nena had hobbled her way down the alley after Qessyn. Perfectly nonchalant to the situation, she poked her head in over Qessyn’s shoulder and adjusted her spectacles to get a better look.

“Well, Dear, is ‘e dead or what?”