#ex-soldier

[pearlsshell-339]

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[gladlygrimrosalie]

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[space-boi]

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Hi.

[krisiart]

“Ex-Soldier“

[thepurplechronicler]

Connor is outsmarted... captured... beaten and bloodied by a dangerous ex-soldier... and due to Connor’s own capabilities... the ex-soldier assures he breaks Connor down.

"Your Androids. What model are your Androids and what do they look like?" Connor questions, raising an eyebrow as he stares into Malakai's eyes. "An intriguing question you ask me, Detective, and an enjoyable question to answer," Malakai chuckles loudly, wandering around Connor before marching towards one of his Androids; the tallest and brawniest of the six. "You, being an RK800 prototype, the smartest and most advanced Android of all time, as well as a detective and the hero of Detroit, appeared to be the only creature in the entire city capable of stopping me. I instantly foresaw you as a threat, so, I took the initiative and found an interesting little project in the CyberLife data I stole from their servers. However, in saying that, I made some modifications to make the project deadlier, smarter and more advanced, which I didn't think was possible at first. You see, the project I'm talking about was your successor, an RK900; stronger, faster, smarter, more durable and yes, less susceptible to deviancy, which I amplified to a staggering degree. If that wasn't dangerous enough, well, I thought it was just an absolute fucking affair that CyberLife made your successor," Malakai pauses, unhooding the figure, revealing the RK900 to look, apart from dead blue eyes and the physique, exactly like Connor. The perfect form to replace him, and even more terrifying, the perfect infiltrator once he's gone. Nobody, except for Hank and the FBI, will tell the difference. "Freaky, right? I thought it was a bit lethargic of CyberLife to repeat the design, so, I didn't replicate it, I couldn't exactly have six RK900s that have your appearance running around the city, not only would that be chaotic and suspicious, but uninteresting and tedious as well. So, I decided to make the ultimate team of infiltrators for both human and Android society, feast your eyes on the ultimate team of infiltrators." Malakai pauses, unhooding each of the figures one by one, the sight causing tears to slowly glide from his eyes. The Androids, their designs, the fact that all of them are his successors, smarter than him, faster than him, stronger and more durable than him, incapable of sentience, it's all to shatter Connor's mind, to finally break him down. It has worked, the tears continue, his LED has flickered to dark blood red, his will to get up and fight has diminished, Connor now sits in a small puddle of his own blue blood, staring at the Androids and unable to look away. Himself. Kara. Markus. North. Elijah. Even Hank. The Androids with the deadened expressions look like his loved ones. The ultimate team of infiltrators indeed.

Stress Levels at 100%. Abrupt System Shutdown: Imminent.

[dream-daddy-headcanons]

You two rock! Could I have ex-soldier Dadsona struggling with PTSD and how the dads would try to help them?

First off, thank you so so much!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daddy Corvo and I love answering all of your questions and requests. We promise we are going through them as much as we can and I will personally be going through and answering the trans* related questions soon. Let’s get started!

Brian worries all the time. He checks in in the mornings to make sure Dadsona’s nightmares weren’t completely unbearable, and if they were he’s there in moments to take care of the ex-soldier.

Damien often brings Dadsona puppies and animals from the shelter to research how they may help Dadsona. Amanda is far too big to keep him company at night, so soon enough Damien and an old rescue pit bull take on the challenge of sleeping with him each night.

Robert sees Dadsona as a hero. He thinks of his father coming home from war and does everything he can to make sure Dadsona doesn’t meet the end of his own gun as his father did. Yes, Dadsona gets annoyed with all the gun locks.

Craig uses physical therapy. Or rather, if Dadsona is too exhausted to run anymore, he must be too exhausted to have those wretched dreams. Besides, he man was in the military. It doesn’t take long for Craig to ask him to wait up.

Matt keeps his distance for a while, but after seeing the way a hot mocha and a bit of indie music calms the man’s shaky hands, he deems it safe to approach. He gives up on trying to take Dadsona to rock concerts, as it can get quite loud and triggering, and takes to setting up an open mic night at the brew. One night, he even sings.

Hugo does his research. He reads books upon books about PTSD and its affects, how to help those with it, and when to know to back off. He learns and he experiences Dadsona’s worst episodes. But he eventually figures out sometimes all the ex-soldier needs is a manly bubble bath and some super manly cuddles.

Joseph tries to find out what the cause of all of this is. He interrogates Dadsona relentlessly until Amanda finally realizes and kicks him out. After a few days, Joseph returns with an apology and an explanation. Old school thinking- man up and get through it. He gets bitched out by Amanda, but is eventually welcome into the house and with each visit, it gets a little easier to talk about everything.

Yours, Daddy Thomas

[etrodecim]