It was nice weather all things considering, the big predacon shifted and 'kneaded' at the hull of her ship. Waiting for another contact, and just updates from her crew. They had what cloaking technology they had active, keeping the gaint living ship from what should be human scanners and satellites, though if in person it was hard to miss.
Dreaded Wings was landed safely in a valley between mountains, in a pretty isolated area from humans. No roads at all, though Ice Queen still sent out the colony's scouts just in case. Humans were as nosy as beast-formers, and though the Captain had no issue trading with most humans, she would be careful though and some worlds were willing to start poaching any Cybertronian. So best to be careful on a new world.
Ice Queen was lounging on the hull in beast mode, on her favorite perch to keep an optic on the solar panels and converters. The ship was starting to passively farm for energon while down below the massive ship and hidden by it, the crew had started mining down to the mineral and ore vains. The big predacon was scenting off and on, her blind side facing the north-east, but not expecting any humans to be around.
Really, it was not like humans could suddenly fly, right?
There was nothing in the least unusual about Hawke and her companions finding a fight in the streets of Kirkwall at night, nothing out of the ordinary in their coming to the assistance of someone battling one of Kirkwall’s innumerable gangs.
Everything was out of the ordinary about this encounter, however, though Hawke didn’t realize it right away. She could merely make out a lone fighter in the darkened street, holding his own but seriously outnumbered.
“Shall we even the odds a bit?” she inquired of her companions.
Isabela chuckled. “I’m game if you are, Hawke.”
They all were, as usual. Hawke noticed when she began to conjure fire that her light glinted off some sort of fast-moving weapon that she didn’t recognize, but then the fight was on and she hardly had time to notice if there was anything else odd about the solitary defender.
Only when the last of the attackers had hit the ground did Hawke turn around, shaping flame into a torch, and realize that the traveler they were assisting had a broad green face that was saying, “Hey, thanks for the help, dudes. Any chance of one of you could tell me, like, where I am?”
She might have elbowed him for the epithet, which Mother would most definitely not approve of, had she not been on the verge of uttering one just as vulgar herself.
The figure merely blinked blue eyes at them and said, “Uh, New York?”
Hawke looked at Isabela, who shrugged. “Never heard of it.”
“Yeah, but—I mean, not that it matters, I’m sure my bros will be coming to get me any minute now, but it’s cool to know, right? Where am I now?”
“Kirkwall,” said Hawke.
He—he sounded like a he, at any rate—nodded solemnly. “Interesting. Interesting. I have no idea where that is. Dude, that is a huge sword you have there, though! Nice!”
“Er… thanks?” said Carver.
“And you, too!” he said, leaning in for a closer look at Fenris, who stepped back, looking cross and starting to flicker just slightly blue. “That is an epic sword, and whoa, dude, you are totally lighting up! That’s so cool! How do you do that?”
“How did you get here?” Hawke said, stepping in to distract him before Fenris could do anything intemperate. “It’s just—we’ve never seen anyone like you.”
“Unless he’s some funny kind of Qunari,” Carver suggested. “Or something from Tevinter?”
“No,” Fenris said, short and brusque and cutting off further inquiries.
“I am definitely not one of those qun-things,” he said.
“No,” said Isabela, circling around behind him, “you look more like a sea creature.”
“Well, yeah.” Hawke noticed that he shifted around as Isabela moved, trying to keep all four of them in his line of sight. “I’m a turtle. My name’s Mikey.”
“Never saw a turtle with arms like yours before,” Isabela said, with a smirk sly enough to make Hawke want to blush. “Or heard one who could talk.”
“I’m Hawke,” she said before Isabela could get any further, and introduced her companions in turn. “How did you come to be here in Kirkwall, Mikey? On a ship?”
He shrugged. “Nah, I just, there was a portal thingy, and I wasn’t supposed to touch anything, just like usual, if it’s not Leo it’s Donnie going blah blah don’t touch anything blah blah, and I didn’t mean to but maybe I did, like. Touch. Something. And anyway, then I was here, and I just walked around for a while and those dudes jumped me.”
“I see,” Hawke said, doing her best to follow that.
“Who’s Leo?” Carver asked. “Is that a person?”
Mikey’s smile wavered around the edges, and his eyes shifted. “He’s, um. He’s my brother. So’s Donnie. And Raph. There’s four of us.”
Behind Hawke, Carver tensed. Hawke swallowed. “You got separated when you came here, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.” He fidgeted, bouncing on his feet. “But Donnie’s really smart, so if I just wait, I’m sure they’ll come find me.”
Hawke glanced over her shoulder at Carver’s set jaw, and side to side at where Fenris’s scowl had faltered slightly, and Isabela shifted her weight to one side, looking serious. “Well,” said Hawke. “Maybe we can help you out until they get here.” He could stay up at Fenris’s mansion, perhaps, or maybe with Varric, and she could ask Merrill and Anders if they knew anything about whatever sort of magic had put Mikey here, or they could go dig around at the Black Emporium… at any rate, they’d think of something.
Mikey brightened up immediately. “That would be totally awesome, guys, thanks a bunch!” He smiled brightly enough to illuminate the alley, and Hawke couldn’t help but smile back.
Fic update: Beacon in the Darkness (8/8) (Sewers to Stars)
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay on this one! I hope it makes up for missing a week that this last chapter is somewhere around double the usual length.
Sewers to Stars masterpost
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Once they get back to the lair (a long, cold, stiff walk), Donatello takes charge of everyone’s medical care with an efficient bossiness that, Kasumi imagines, would make Dr. Chakwas smile. Most of them are quickly deemed to have only minor injuries: a couple of stitches here and there, a few ice packs and painkillers get handed out.
Most of attention is devoted to Leonardo and Michelangelo. The former attempts to escape the lab, until Raphael blocks his path, so Leonardo sits with a long-suffering expression, waiting for Donatello to be ready to deal with him.
He’s more focused, for the moment, on Mikey. Kasumi has been finding it more and more difficult to think of the most cheerful of the brothers by his full name, and he looks especially pathetic now, propped in a chair and insisting it’s not that bad. To everyone’s relief, he started to regain consciousness before they got back to the lair, though he was pretty dazed at the time.
“My head just kinda hurts,” he’s saying now, as Donatello and April take turns peering into his eyes. “Ow, Donnie, turn the light off.”
“Will Michelangelo be all right?” Splinter asks from where he stands behind April. The rat looms, hands folded over a walking stick, keen eyes worried.
“But what? Don’t look at me like that, Donnie, you’re making me think I’m gonna die or something!” Somehow he manages to make his blue eyes round and extra piteous. Kasumi bites her lip to keep from laughing.
Donatello heaves a sigh. “No, but you got exposed to something weird, and not for the first time, either, and now you’re trying to get me not to fuss over you, which is not your usual MO. And I don’t exactly have the equipment to do complicated neural scans here.”
“It’s not that big a deal,” Mikey protests, but he’s frowning and rubbing his head.
April asks, carefully, “Did you see anything?”
“Yeah, I— nothing really made sense.”
“What did you see?”
“It was all, like, flashes.” He frowns some more. “Like, there was a big mushroom-looking thing, but metal, and one time I was looking at a map of the galaxy, and it was covered with colored dots, and— I dunno. Nothing was clear.”
“It didn’t have any strong emotional content?” April asks.
He shakes his head. “No. Just flashes and colors and stuff.”
“Can I—?” says April, and at his nod, closes her eyes.
Kasumi watches with her head cocked, puzzled. There’s nothing visibly happening, while Donatello frowns and taps his foot on the floor and Splinter watches with an inscrutable expression. After a moment, April opens her eyes, shaking her head. “I can’t get anything.”
“Shepard was fine once she came to,” Kasumi ventures to add, and when they all look at her, adds, “or so she said.”
Donatello sighs. “Well, I can’t find anything wrong—”
“I told you, my head just hurts.”
“—so let’s say aspirin and rest and let’s see what happens.”
“And ice cream?” Michelangelo looks pathetically from April to his brother.
Splinter snorts. “I think he will be fine.” He briefly rests a hand on Mikey’s shoulder and then retreats.
April chuckles. “Sure, I’ll get you some ice cream.” She nudges Donatello with her elbow as she rises from her seat. “Go hover over Leo.”
He nods and crosses to the other side of the lab.
That leaves Kasumi as the only one in Mikey’s vicinity, so she drifts closer and takes a seat.
“We’re kinda rationing the ice cream,” he explains. “’Cause it’s hard to get more.”
“Sensible,” she says. “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you in time.”
He shrugs, with a sheepish smile. “It’s okay. I, uh, I kinda touch a lot of stuff I’m not supposed to, anyway.”
“Me too,” says Kasumi, and they grin at each other.
Read the rest at AO3... and you can start from the beginning there, too!
Your character/s wakes up and finds them self exactly as they are when they went to sleep, but in the middle of your favourite video game. Where are they and how do they react?
((Doing my own prompt thing! :D))
The shaking of her bed, and a dull boom brought Alaerya to consciousness before a rough shaking did. She jumped out of bed, reaching for the dagger she kept under her pillow and then landing on her feet in one smooth move. The dust falling from the stone wall was slower to react than she.
"Fucken' aye, Eversilk." A being with a robotic male voice was standing in front of her. He was shorter than her, clad in the most interesting and bulky dull black armour she had ever seen. Alaerya frowned. How did he know her old last name? His helmet covered his entire face, and her own reflected back off it. Should couldn't tell who he was.
'Like a titan construction...' the Rogue thought. Another being in similar attire barged through, she could tell by the way whoever it was stopped that they were staring at her. Wh- Oh. Right.
"Stop sleepin' naked El-tee. You're distractin'!" It was a female voice this time, slightly mechanised. Was it coming through the helmet?
A siren started blaring and she ducked out of sheer reflex. "What in the...?"
"COVVIE!" The first male shouted at her, she grabber her roughly by the arm and dragged her down the hallway. She kept up, and as he and the female broke into a sprint so did she, one arm tucked around her bare chest for support. What in the flying fuck of an orcs left testicle was going on? The two slammed to a halt, one of them pressing buttons, a door opened and she ran in. The female was right after her. The male was not. A flash of sickly green light passed the door and then it closed.
"DAMNIT!" The female slammed a fist into the wall, turning most of the lights in the room off. "Fuck. Gear up Lieutenant, this ain't time to get your pretty face carved up more." Alae turned, and found herself in a locker room. Eyes flashed quickly over what seemed to be name tags, and then they settled on hers.
'Lt A. Eversilk.' What the fuck.
"Just because you wake up pretty doesn't mean we have time for you to do your hair!" Was the female being sarcastic? Either way she got the point. She had no idea who this woman was but she seemed to be the only one who knew what was going on. It seemed the best course of action to follow her orders. Alae ran to the locker in question and ripped it open. Inside seemed to be the same sort of armour that the female was clad in. Somehow the Rogue donned it all. It was a tad heavier than her usual stuff, but not so hard to figure out put on.
Her ears didn't fit though. She frowned, and the features in question twitched to the sounds of distant rapid gunfire. The frown deepened. Alae got the feeling that her daggers wouldn't do the trick for whatever was going on. Good thing she had basic gun training. Now only to get one.
The female pressed what looked like a rectangle with random hole cut out into her hands, Alae's hands seemed to find themselves curling around certain protruding features of the thing. Was this a weapon? She shrugged.
The female motioned her over to crouch on the other side of the door. hand signals indicating that the rogue was to cover her six. Alae nodded, her left hand was curled around the front part, near what looked to be a muzzle, and her right sat itself near the trigger. A quick fiddle, and she flipped the safety off with only a small thought as to how she knew that.
"Ready?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Door opening in five, four..." the female switched to counting down by hand, it wasn't too hard to see in the darkness. The door opened suddenly, and the distant sound of gunfire was a lot closer. A another splash of green exploded where the male's body now lain, charred. The female burst out, screaming and firing. Alaerya followed.
I stole the idea and all the text from evewithanapple, all I did was slap it on some gifs. I totally learned how to use layer masks for these gifs and they're AWESOME, everyone who didn't tell me about them is fired.
