#crono sector

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Also as I mentioned before, Crono has no strong opinions on Harley, because Crono only ever* knew him as the voice sometimes heard in the JC's earpieces.

However, Harley is the JC member that Crono has had the strongest impact on, considering Crono was the catalyst for Harley finally breaking and subsequently destroying his own life.

(*After that incident, Crono did find out more about Harley thanks to news coverage of the event)

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Cronoverdose 2026, Day 4 - Inspiration

Day 3 is taking a little longer than anticipated, so in the meantime, Day 4 - Inspiration! Here are four characters who inspired or continue to inspire Crono Sector’s character.

In order we have: Howard Payne (Speed), Winter Soldier (Marvel), Ultra Magnus and Shockwave (Transformers).

Funnily enough though, there aren’t many directly influencing characters that went into Crono’s creation. I struggled to come up with even these four. During the beginnings of the original (now defunct) Hell Week ttrpg campaign, I thought “I really want Black Mamba to have a second-in-command, somebody to be a penultimate boss before the (fakeout) Black Mamba fight.” I watched Speed shortly afterwards, and then Crono Sector just formed in my brain, appearing without warning or input.

Bucky, Magnus and Shockwave would only become influential later, after Crono was already ready to go. The aesthetics of the Winter Soldier and the character acting of Sebastian Stan in the 2014 film are very in-line with what I picture for Crono. Ultra Magnus and Shockwave are very straightforward: They follow the archetype of by-the-books, non-nonsense characters who are second in command, and evidently powerhouses when it comes to an actual fight. I picked Cyberverse Shockwave in particular because he’s mean and overly-critical as naturally as breathing air, and that’s Crono to a T.

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Cronoverdose 2026, Day 1 - Time

Word count: 470

The sun is at the perfect angle to shine through the trees and directly into my eyes. I remind myself that this is a good thing. It means it’ll be evening soon; The fourth evening spent in this forest and the end of the test.

Except…where is he? He should’ve been here by now. Dad agreed that he was going to- He should’ve shown up hours ago. What was the point of teaching me how to tell time based on the sun if he can’t even show up at the time he said-

A stick snaps at my five-o-clock and I jerk around, knife already drawn. My heart is in my throat and my eyes are wild as they search the dense woodland. There’s nothing there. It’s just another natural sound of the surroundings.

I turn back around. The handle of the knife is still clenched in my fist. I haven’t been able to put the thing down for hours, jumping at every single noise and strange shadow. It’s sloppy- childish- I know. I can hear Dad’s voice in my ear affirming as much. The jagged bark of the tree I’m huddled against is digging into my back. My breathing is too loud, too quick. Focus, Hodge. You are better than this.

I squeeze my eyes shut and attempt to breathe, slow, deep, and even. There’s a brief moment where my thoughts slow down enough for a new idea to worm its way inside of them. That this might be intentional. My eyes snap open and I quickly look southeast, where Dad said he would arrive after coming up from the road. No…He wouldn’t do that, right? Did…Did I fail somehow? I failed the test so now he’s just going to leave me here- just go home without me? He wouldn’t do that…he couldn’t…

Dread sits like a rock in my stomach, growing heavier by the second. A noise slips out between my teeth and I punch the ground in frustration as if that will accomplish anything.

I’ve done everything right, survived here on my own for four days, followed every lesson I’ve been taught. There is nothing I can do except wait - Why is he late - and…and if he doesn’t show by nightfall…I’ll have to make camp again. And keep waiting until he does.

I don’t have a choice but to wait. My only comfort is that slow trawl of the sun across the sky, the visible reminder that no matter what happens in this- this damn forest, the world will continue to spin. Time cannot be stopped. Time is the only absolute.

I press my back against the tree and grip the knife in my hand tighter, keeping alert for any more noise as I watch the direction my father is supposed to approach from.

Time marches onwards.

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Cronoverdose 2026, Day 2 - Judgement

Crono Sector is a man who believes he does not make mistakes. He very much does not extend this attitude towards others. Here is a list of his main criticisms with a variety of Hell Week characters.

Lady Luna: A naive wrecking ball who lacks direction.

Doctor Dalmatian: He is, to his credit, persistent. But he’s easily distracted. Would easily have gotten himself killed by now if it weren’t for his superpowers.

Gepetto: Fragile. Weak. Crono holds a particular disdain for those who aren’t willing to do what needs to be done.

Harley Hofelder: (Harley is fortunately spared, as he and Crono never met face to face)

Fester Jester: Loud and reckless to the point of being irritating. But at least she’s not Boogie.

Trencher: He’s crass and greedy. But he is able to do his job without too much mouthing off, so Crono tolerates him the most out of the members of the Villain Alliance.

Boogie Man: Obnoxious, flagrant, disrespectful and intolerable. He is always deliberately late to meetings, his wardrobe is an attention-hungry eyesore, and you’d think he lives to make Crono’s life difficult. Crono’s least favourite of the Alliance to interact with.

Miss Vile: Rude and has a loose understanding of caution.

Mr Venus: His ambition drives him to frequently overstep. Foolish to believe he ever has a chance of being one of the Alliance’s highest members.

Black Mamba: Very little, actually. Black Mamba is a man worthy of fear and respect. But at times his confidence borders on complacency…and his judgement may be impaired when it comes to Will. Ultimately, he is a smart man keeping the city in order, and Crono will remain doggedly loyal to him.

Will: His very presence within the Alliance is a threat. He cannot be trusted and he distracts Mamba. He’s disrespectful and he goes out of his way to irritate Crono as much as he can. Crono would forcibly remove him if Mamba hadn’t explicitly forbid him from doing so.

(Will belongs to @couldyounottalktomethanks)

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I haven't played around with fusion ideas in a while but I've had some ideas for a couple new ones

Crono Sector + Boogie Man = "Sandman"

Crono Sector + Black Mamba = "Hydra Anachron"

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Went ahead and made a few more Pokemon teams for some of my OCs. In order (left to right) we have: Gepetto, Doctor Dalmatian, Lady Luna, Fester Jester, Crono Sector, and Bronco Clement

Here's the link to the team builder I used

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Cronoverdose 2026, Day 15 + 17 - Watchdog + Bombs

Word Count: 1298

Author's Note: I was really excited for this one, it's been a while since I've gotten to write something starring Luna or DD. Readers advised, there's a bit of gore in this one!

“Ah-! Hsss…” Lady Luna sucked in air through her teeth. Her shoulder lurched forward into her palm of its own accord.

“This’ll take longer if you keep squirming.” Doctor Dalmatian complained from his place behind her. With one boot firmly on the ground, one knee perched on the sofa Luna was sitting on, and his hands occupied by scissors and a pair of forceps, comfort was clearly the last thing on his mind.

Luna’s stomach lurched. Her entire left shoulder throbbed ceaselessly, an even rhythm that thundered over any other thoughts. Her hand had only been there for a few seconds and it already felt slick and sticky. She swallowed down another wave of nausea and answered with a weak smile.

“Sorry.”

She heard Dalmatian grunt under his breath before he shifted to get back to task.

Luna’s shoulder was a localised crater. The jagged hole had ruptured through nerve and tissue, and what remained glared back at Dalmatian, raw and red against her dark skin. It was a wonder she could still move it at all.

Focus steeled and hands steady, Dalmatian resumed the painstaking process of using the forceps to peel back the tattered bits of Luna’s costume from the wound. The congealed fabric fought against him, and he didn’t miss the whine Luna bit back, or her hands clenching around the sofa’s seat cushion, as he had to maneuver deeper underneath to finally pry the material free. A few snips of the scissors and the discards were put with the others in a medical waste bin beside his foot.

“Relax that hand.” Dalmatian pointed the scissors firmly towards Luna’s left hand. She immediately complied, reminded that the attempt to release her pain was putting more strain on an already precarious body part. She shook her head, and instead bounced her foot against the carpet, frustration vented between gritted teeth. Snip. Snip. Even while it was impossible to focus, the sounds of Dalmatian working away were far louder to her enhanced hearing.

Dalmatian braced a hand on her other shoulder. Frayed threads had buried themselves deeper, and when Dalmatian slipped them free, it felt like a knife slicing through her flesh. Luna let out a strangled yelp. If it weren’t for her own willpower and Dalmatian’s hand on her other shoulder, she would’ve jerked away again. Luna tensed every muscle until she was shaking, and squeezed her eyes tight.

“I’m good, I’m good…” She managed as she felt Dalmatian straighten up behind her, “Mm-! I’m good…”

Despite her best attempts, her breathing was coming out quick and shallow. Her head dropped as the best substitute for curling in on herself. Luna was doing her best to power through it, but whenever she opened her mouth even slightly, whimpers and the politest of curses escaped.

The valiant effort did not go unnoticed and Dalmatian once again fell still. His hand was steadfast on Luna’s trembling frame. It was impossible to read his gaze through the opaque lenses of his domino mask as he looked at her. A moment of silence passed. Then Dalmatian softly clicked his tongue with a restless glance to one side of the room.

Leaning forward and further into her view, Dalmatian’s usually harsh tone receded from his voice, leaving it soft and quiet.

“You’re doing great, Luna. We’re almost done.” He told her, “Just hang on a little longer. You’ve handled a lot worse than this.” He pushed a few strands of her long hair aside - it was purely to keep them from falling into her open wound, but she didn’t need to know the difference - and gave her uninjured shoulder the lightest squeeze for good measure. Luna sucked in a deep breath and nodded.

“I’ve handled way worse than this.” She echoed with a kind of clarity; remembering that she had, literally, been through worse than this before.

“Mm hm.” Dalmatian nodded. He let Luna breathe for a minute while he surveyed the injury. Every exhale was shaky, but the other exclamations of pain peetered out, and she sat up. “Are you ready?” She nodded with a thumbs up. Dalmatian resumed clearing away foreign material, albeit at a slightly slower pace. He couldn’t have possibly been more careful, but this could perhaps make it more bearable. Luna focused on keeping her breathing steady and only winced occasionally.

After the larger pieces were cleared, Dalmatian leaned in to scrutinise the area for any wayward threads, a task made more difficult by Luna’s costume being predominantly red.

“Harley and Gepetto are following up on Sector.” He reassured, “They’ll find something.”

“Good. Good. So Harley’s here? I didn’t…I didn’t see him when I got back.”

“He went to find Gepetto as soon as he saw you. Brace yourself-” One awkward angle and a knotted thread came free to join the others in the waste bin, “He had that look in his eyes again. Like he was ready to go out there and get Crono himself.” Luna pulled a face before speaking again. The conversation was working to distract her.

“He might be happy to hear that I threw Crono out a window then.” She chuckled. Dalmatian snorted. Luna perked up and turned her head. “Was that a laugh I just heard?” Dalmatian immediately frowned and bent down to grab a rag from his supplies.

“Maybe.” He said while pointedly concentrating on wiping his hands clean. Luna smiled wide.

“It’s nice! I like your laugh. You should let yourself do it more often.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dalmatian rolled his eyes and put down the rag. “What did I say about squirming? I need to fix the last of this.” He gestured to her destroyed shoulder to emphasise his point. Luna pulled a different face but she turned her head forward again and held still.

“Alrighty.” She conceded, then added, “Quickly, please.”

Dalmatian cupped his hands around both sides of the wound. A golden glow came to life on his skin, beginning at his fingertips and spreading until it disappeared beneath his sleeves, creeping up so far that it was visible at his collar. The greater amount of energy needed, the more surface area it claimed, and so Dalmatian’s body illuminated the living room in a swath of warm gold.

Within his hands, a rush of vitality ran through Luna’s shoulder, shimmering as if full of the same light. The bleeding slowly receded and the flesh restored itself, growing anew and knitting back together. By the time Dalmatian was done, and the golden glow faded out, Luna’s shoulder looked like it had never been damaged in the first place.

Luna sighed in relief. She stood up and rolled her shoulder experimentally before ending with a flex to admire the substantial curve of her bicep.

“Thank you, Deedee.” She turned and dragged Dalmatian into a hug with a grin. Dalmatian grumbled in surprise but he relaxed into the hug. He wouldn’t admit it to her, but he was feeling a little woozy after using his powers, so he was happy to accept letting her support him for a second. Luna was beaming almost as brightly as his restorative powers as she set him back down and started to turn. “I should go tell Harley I’m okay.”

“Mm. Maybe avoid the hug. He’s probably a little charged right now.” Dalmatian advised, referring to Harley’s electrical abilities. Though they weren’t usually a danger, when the team’s tech and communications guy was particularly stressed, the static he gave off could be a slightly unpleasant shock. Luna nodded and went off towards Harley’s station.

Dalmatian waited until she was gone to drop onto the sofa. He sighed, holding his head in his hand.

A second to rest…alright, that’d do. Dalmatian pulled himself to his feet and started to pack up his medical supplies.

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Cronoverdose 2026, Day 16 - Present

(I’m skipping Day 15 for now because I want to combine it with the next prompt.)

I’ve been playing Minecraft again recently, so of course that got me thinking about Crono playing it/playing video games in general.

This may not surprise anyone but Crono is not big into video games. His idea of recreational activities are very physical - DIY, exercise, active activities like the axe throwing I mentioned way back in Day 3. If he did play them more routinely, he’d likely go for games where you have to keep track of a lot of moving parts, e.g. Project Zomboid. Zomboid also gets extra points in that Crono’s preferred fiction genres are post apocalypse and monster horror/thrillers (werewolves, vampires, monster hunters, that kind of thing). I don’t think Minecraft is something he’d try of his own volition; Someone else, someone who’s capable of convincing him to try stuff out of his very rigid comfort zone, would have to get him to do it.

All that being said, if Crono did play Minecraft, you know he would be a mob hunter/miner. Full dwarf mode. He does not care about the monsters and he will get extremely good at combat in order to get resources and protect home base. This would be super beneficial for whoever else he’s playing with since it takes a major danger off their plate. I for one avoid combat in Minecraft as much as possible lol.

Crono’s own base/home starts out as a hole in a mountain (because he was told not to be out in the open at night, and making a hole to camp out in is the most efficient solution), but over time he’d develop it into a proper building and keep adding things, all against the side of the mountain. It’d kind of hit the same enjoyment he gets out of the renovations he makes to his own real house - and here, he gets way more freedom with what he can do.

In summary, he doesn’t play many video games in general, but if he were somehow convinced to play Minecraft, he’d find a few aspects that he’d really enjoy and wouldn’t mind putting hours into.