#;ca dreamscape

[stellarshooter]

@coluberfoxii

“Snake!” A tiny, high-pitched voice broke through the clamor of soldiers and the faint sound of machinery whirring from whatever Papa and the technicians were doing. The small six-year-old child practically barreled into Snake’s legs, one arm wrapping around his leg while the other arm held her stuffed bear (complete with a black jacket and blue star on the back).

She tilted her head back to look up at the man, blue eyes practically shining. “You’re here! You’re here!”

[stellarshooter]

@ibzan-the-cold-one

She squinted up at the bright, blue sky, fingers digging into the sand beneath her.  This wasn’t home. Or rather, it wasn’t her world. Nothing in her world had ever been this bright or warm. Where was she?

She liked it here.

“Mmh?” She turned her head to the side, eyes landing on a... skeleton? “...Do you live here?” Was he an enemy? An ally?

[stellarshooter]

@antheiin

Stella’s world had been destroyed. Nuclear weapons and an alien invasion had left most of the world brown and grey and what little was green and warm she’d spent little time in. But this place...

“...It’s so warm.” She’d never been somewhere that felt this peaceful.

[stellarshooter]

@illimitexabominer

“Priscilla!” Stella yelled at the other girl, only barely managing to roll out of the way of a barrage of fire from the Armaments. They were surrounded, each Armament that went down brought two more. 

She breathed heavily, pressing a hand against a wound on her shoulder. Warm blood seeped through her jacket and her gloves, causing her to frown. She wasn’t even healing. This was not going well. Falling back and regrouping would be the smartest idea, but first they would have to escape the Armaments. “...We can’t win like this.”

[stellarshooter]

@antifazbear

Stella stared at mama Sing Love White Rock Shooter. The alien sat in a chair, face relaxed and posed as if she were simply sleeping. If not for the blood that dripped from dozens of wounds and that she’d been the one to give them, Stella might have actually believed she was simply dreaming.

We are both me.

White Rock Shooter’s words slammed around in Stella’s head, making her stomach twist and her chest ache.

“...She’s the one who attacked Earth.” Stella turned her head towards Mike, though her eyes stayed focused on the ground. Was it lying if she didn’t tell him that she’d been cloned from White Rock Shooter? No, if he didn’t ask it wasn’t lying. She wasn’t lying.

[stellarshooter]

@monkeystaffed

She’d defeated them! She’d stopped Sing Love and the Apostles and the Armaments should have stopped with them. So why were they still here?

Stella ducked as the Armament fired, feeling the heat it gave off prick at her back. She had to be smart about this. She didn’t have Rock Cannon and Black Blade, she couldn’t-

There was another person here.

Oh no.

“Defender mode.” A blue flame appeared from her left eye, flickering in the wind as she ran forward and placed herself between the Armament and the boy. They’d have to run, there was no way she could defeat the Armament - though she hopefully could take a hit with Defender Mode.

[stellarshooter]

@isilugay

Stella didn’t understand. They looked like soldiers and she was part of the army. They should be her allies. Instead they’re fired at her. They wanted to kill her! Being shot at wasn’t anything new, she was used to it, but not from people she’d expected to be her allies.

With limited weapons (or rather, none that were useful at all against guns) her only option had been to run and hope she lost them. A plan that became a little more difficult when she slammed straight into another girl. “...!” Her muscles tensed, immediately on edge. Was she also an enemy? “Ally or enemy?”

[stellarshooter]

@alsotravelingthrough

“Duck!” Stella yelled at the other girl, waiting until the girl followed her orders to shoot at the Armament (a large metal machine that appeared like a giant gun on legs).

The invasion had been sudden. The ships had come down, the Armaments had dropped into cities throughout the entire world, and the 14 Apostles watched from up high. Already humanity was being pushed back, forced onto the defensive. They’d never fought aliens before.

“You need to get back! Run!”