Basically, she stumbles across an edgy goth girl whose teenaged cynicism could power an entire space ship. (Let's say, our intrepid OC, Destiny (wallet name Laura) got lost in the woods, having separated from her much-loathed single parent family during a mandatory Family Nature Wellness Retreat to which her parent's law firm invited all their partner-track employees. She was sulking by a stream while Airachnid blew up the whole complex for amusement, killing everyone inside. I digress.)
Airachnid decides she's keeping the adorable little misanthrope. She's never tried to have an apprentice before, and this mean little organic seems like she could be a fun challenge to educate... at least until Airachnid gets bored.
This is all well and good for Airachnid until, six months later, the Autobots discover Destiny's existence. Arcee is distressed by the idea, determined to rescue her, and absolutely crushed when Destiny freaks out, breaks out, and goes scampering back to Airachnid in 0.24 seconds.
Airachnid is quick to twist the knife: What's this? Arcee? Is she kidnapping Airachnid's partner? Poor Arcee, did she lose another one? Again? She'll have to find another, for this one's Airachnid's, you see, and she's rather better at keeping her.
Destiny quickly becomes the rope in a tug of war game between the two, buffeted by the forces of Arcee's grieved sincerity, Airachnid's seductive manipulations, and occasionally even Jack's defensive insecurity.
Whether Destiny lives, dies, becomes a spacefaring murderer, joins team Prime, or, IDK, scuttles away to hide under Soundwave's wing is all dealer's choice. In this case, she's really just a cute, gothy, haunted vehicle for a bit of role reversal fuckery between Arcee and Airachnid.
Tanisha Strong had and inadequate, and largely inaccurate training on how to be a SecUnit Handler. Fortunately for her, she trusted her gut and ignored the things she felt were wrong. Operating on the principle that ‘if you are kind to people and treat them with respect, they won’t want to kill you,’ paid of big time when the two units under her command got a hold of the HelpMe.file.
Festus and Apsis knew they worked for one of the good supervisors. They were still nervous about telling her that they were rogue, but she took the news well. Mostly relived that they could now speak their minds without getting hurt, and if someone got separated from the group they wouldn't be killed by the distance limit.
This came in really handy when Festus got caught in a cave in, lost and arm, and had to walk out the cave system by a different exit, while Apsis took Tanisha out the other exit to get medical care. Halfway through getting its arm regenerated, Festus had a panic attack, and came bolting out of the cubicle, much to the alarm of pretty much everyone.
The training had said nothing aobut how to handle it wen your injured and unclothed rogue construct is having a panic attack. But Tanisha remembered what her mom used to do when she had nightmares, and figured this was close enough. It was.
Tanisha is mine, Apsis belongs to Hyasynth and Festus belongs to @a-dux
When Shepard went for a check up on her sugar levels things got from good to bad when she got a very bad low. She thought she could wait this one out until her doctor’s appointment was over with. It's the worst mistake of her life. Afterall her diabetes doesn’t care at what time it will best suit her to screw with her life. Being admitted to the ICU is not how she saw this doctor visit going.
Chapter 2: The Hospital
Irvin was busy taking his lunch when his omni-tool went off. He frowned when he saw the number displaying. He didn’t recognize it. His finger went to the decline button but then he shook his head and answered the call.
His morning was long enough and he didn’t have the energy to deal with people right now. Especially with strangers. All he wanted was to go to Shepard’s place and spend all the time they could possibly together.
He loved his job. He always wanted to work in construction. One bad thing about it was that of course of Shepard’s job he didn’t always see her that often.
He cleared his throat before speaking, “Hello.”
“Hello, is this Irvin?”
He frowned. He didn’t recognize the person who was speaking. It was a woman but there was nothing else he could say about it. “Yes. How can I help you?”
“I’m nurse Ashucze from doctor Solway’s office,” the nurse started to say.
Irvin’s heart began to rise. Doctor Solway… that was…
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Prowl has identified Trailbreaker as the most readily available, least offensive Autobot representative for a formal dinner invitation.
[Trailbreaker Week Day 5: Bow Tie]
Pairing: OC Clone/OC Human Male, Background Obi-wan/Cody
Genre: Sci-fi
Rating: M (May change.)
Warnings: Light Dom/Sub, possessive behavior, and power play.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26389771/chapters/64281844
Summary:
CT-1547, also known as Hush, is fresh off Kamino with his surviving batchmates. How did he earn his name? Because of the frightful stutter he can't seem to get rid of. It was only with the help of an older clone commander that he survived Kamino at all. But now, in unfamiliar territory, the stutter has come back with a vengeance and he's afraid he'll be decommissioned.
With so few Jedi Generals to go around, and the Republic scrambling to accommodate their new army, Hush's battalion is assigned to a human male by the name of Ekh-ardt Ganekh, a Commodore from the Mid Rim.
The Commodore is a surprise for the troopers, who are used to disdain from most natural borns. Not only does he use their names but he seems to have the uncanny ability to tell them apart. After catching an officer verbally abusing Hush the man takes the trooper under his wing as an aide-de-camp.
Hush never thought he'd feel like this for anyone who wasn't another clone. Ekh-ardt never thought he'd find the perfect partner after a long string of relationships gone wrong.
Preview:
Standing in formation with his brothers CT-1547, also known as Hush, tried to keep his trembling contained to his hands, which were thankfully tucked behind him in parade rest. On either side of him CT-1548, Racket, and CT-1549, Puzzle, were like two barriers between him and the rest of this new overwhelming world. The man walking them down the ramp of the transport ship was a natural born human in a gray uniform and stern blue eyes. Every now and then he would turn and talk quietly to the clone walking just behind him and to the left.
Commander Dajun, someone Hush remembered from his training days on Kamino, quietly responded to the man, expression guarded but eyes showing clear surprise.
As the man came closer his unwavering gaze swept over the assembled troops. But there was a clear lack of disdain that they had become used to when working with natural born officers. “Atten-tion!” The commander shouted. In one motion he let his arms swing to his side, pulled his feet together, and stood up as straight as a ruler. Just like all of his brothers.
“Thank you, Commander.” The man gave the clone standing next to him a small nod that, while not outwardly looking like much, was more respect than they had ever seen shown to one of their commanders. “I am Commodore Ganekh. You will refer to me as either Commodore or Sir. From this day forward I will be in charge of your battalion.” The man quietly assessed them for a moment. “I may not be a jedi,” there was a faint look of amusement in his eyes, “but I have seen my fair share of conflict. I have heard tales that you are all brave, strong, warriors.” A hint of fire entered his voice as he stood almost impossibly straighter. “Only time under fire will tell if this is true.” His eyes swept over them, looking for something though Hush didn’t know what, before the Commodore turned to regard his commander for a moment. “Before I dismiss you there is one thing I would like to make perfectly clear.” Hush wasn’t the only brother giving off a sense of nervous energy.
Was this the point where the man told them he thought they were nothing more than meat-droids? Was this where he called them abominations? Or said they should never have existed?
“If you have a name you prefer to be to referred to by, be sure to assign it to your current designations in the access system. If you do not yet have a name and wish for one, know that you may change your designation at any time in the records. That is all. Dismissed!” More than one brother had a hard time containing their surprise at this sudden twist, including the commander who stood there with a slack expression on his face.
A faint smile ticked the man’s lips upwards and Hush could tell he was amused. “I said dismissed!” As one he and his brothers replied with a quick ‘sir, yes, sir!’
Trying to disperse after a speech like that was difficult. None of them had caught their bearings immediately, except for the commander who quickly hurried to convey the commodore’s orders. From there it was all standard procedure. But Hush couldn’t help watching the intriguing natural born as he turned to argue with one of the other natural borns.
“Are you okay, Hush?” Turning to Racket and Puzzle he fidgeted a moment but nodded.
“Th-that w-w-was unec-unex-uh… s-surprising.” His brothers waited patiently for him to finish speaking, even if his stutter made him slow.
“We’ll have to put our names in, see if anyone actually uses them. Hey, do you think it’s some kind of trap? Like he’ll use our names against us somehow? Or is he actually going to be a decent CO? His eyes were really intense and-” Puzzle slapped a hand over Racket’s mouth and gave him a look. Racket grumbled but stopped talking, glaring at him. Hush looked at the ground. They knew why Racket rambled, but it wasn’t always convenient if he went on a long tangent.
“We’ll have to wait and see. So far he seems okay for a natborn. But let’s not hold our breath.” Hush nodded along with Racket. Puzzle had always been the smartest among them, even if he could be confusing at times.
