#stormflight

[twolittlesunflowers]

Recent transformers oc references I’ve been working on :3

Plus a few extras as a treat

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wouldn't it be WILD if mothwing becomes leader of riverclan

hear me out

literally THE MOST un-obvious choice

'trust no cat' came from starclan (probably in regards to like the piles of bones and the dog attack and curlfeather and the like) and mothwing doesn't believe in/trust starclan's ability to make decisions for the living clans (this one is kind of a stretch i'll admit)

her fucking natural talent for leading the clan is such a strange thing to keep bringing up and do nothing with

splashtail is the only other one rn capable of making calm, reasonable, level-headed good decisions for the clan - honestly before frostpaw said owlnose I was rooting for splashtail - and he's the one tigerstar indirectly recognized as 'leading' at the very end

wouldn't it be just poetic fucking justice for hawkfrost and the tigers and stuff if MOTHWING BECAME LEADER when hawkfrost literally couldn't

she could be the first reasonable tigerspawn leader

[tigereyes45]

Alright so I’m rereading the warrior cats series because a friend asked me to do a reread with her and I never realized as a kid how hard Stormfur was crushing on Squirrelflight during the journey before Feathertail’s death. Then you have Brambleclaw who was apparently so inspired by how they killed that cat together as kits that he just agrees with everything Stormfur says. Honestly Squrrielflight, Brambleclaw, and Stormfur would have been a far better love triangle then that shit with Ashfur was

[we-rate-warrior-names]

Sweettooth (a dilute calico she-cat with pale green eyes), Stormflight (tabby grey she-cat with white paws and chest) and Shiversong (tortoiseshell with white she-cat)

Sweettooth- A kind and skilful she-cat. Sweettooth is a highly skilled warrior who greatly values teamwork in hunting and battle. She will sometimes try and organise training sessions to help cats practice battle tactics that require more than one cat to pull off. She tries her best to be polite and mindful of all her clanmates, and most cats in her clan are fond of her, 14/10

Stormflight- A bold and adventurous she-cat. Stormflight is always pushing the limits of what she can achieve, always trying to run faster, climb higher and catch more prey in a day. Stormflight does this mainly for fun, she likes to see what she can do, even if it can be exhausting. Stormflight will always be the one to explore new things first, seemingly totally unafraid, she is just eager for something new and exciting to happen, 15/10

Shiversong- An introverted and gentle she-cat. Shiversong has always been very shy, but she will still often do kind acts for her clanmates, even if she barely ever speaks to them. Shiversong has a light step which allows her to sneak silently up on her prey, she is regarded as one of the best hunters in the clan, her clanmates often praise her, leaving her embarrassed, but happy to have confirmation that her clanmates value her, 15/10

[njckle]

Stormflight and Toothless are proof that a boy and a girl can be just friends.

[cloudleaping]

Five Views of an Elf

Twin:

Shaan isn’t too sure, but it wouldn’t surprise him one bit to learn that Mother made some sort of Contract (capital C for the magic and meaning within) with Someone (capital S as well) to make sure that her children lived up to her image. It’s not that he minds working in R&D or that his name reflects his place in the company. In fact, it’s great that his name means “Maker of Stars” and he gets to create, develop, and experiment with everything Liadon Technologies has to offer, past and future.

As Mother is so fond of saying, he and Casezara (Herald of Lightening) are the future of the company. Well, as far as the products are concerned. Cor’s the heir and will take over when Mother steps down. It’s really quite interesting how all of the Liadon children are named and take certain characteristics almost as if they were destined to be that way. Lia, his twin, doesn’t quite understand all the intricacies of everything he makes, but she’s better at understanding the stuff he and Zara talk about than Lili or Cor. Maybe that’s why she’s slated to be head of the legal department – she’s got a mind like a steel trap and knows the rules like the back of her hand (not surprising that directly translated her name means “Mistress of Law and Order”) and sometimes he thinks that maybe even Cor should step down and allow Lia to create the procedures and hiring. Sometimes her mind works so fast in ways even he doesn’t understand.

He’s not stupid; it’s just that this doesn’t affect his life right now. He’s got his lab, his twin, his supportive family, and a whole mess of interesting problems that he can solve with his brilliant intellect.

That’s why when Mother comes in, paler than usual, with a unique request for systems and plans for a new kind of star ship, he complies immediately. It’s a challenge and Shaan Liadon has never stepped away from a challenge. Especially one he can solve, just like this.

It’s just…it gets a little intense. Sometimes things do that, like the time with the zero g vacuum or the new wiring specs for the H-jets. So what if he spends his time cooped up in his office, working on what interests him? What’s an explosion or two or three? Zara understands.

Lia doesn’t. She’s constantly dragging him and Zara out of the lab, making them eat, locking their labs so they don’t fall asleep on their benches, and generally making a nuisance of herself. She asks questions, pries into their technology despite not knowing what they’re talking about, and generally keeps them connected to the family. Sometimes this is a good thing. Now? When Shaan’s just about to break through on something new? Not helpful. She’s his twin and he loves her, but it’s Not Helpful to have her bouncing around, accidentally knocking stuff over and asking questions that she could (and has in the past) looked up herself.

“Aerlia,” he says and she stops talking. It’s her full name and not one he ever really uses. Lia’s her pet name, one that they use between each other.

“Aerlia, I need you to know that I love you, but this is important and Mother asked me to dedicate myself to it and you are not helping.”

“Shaan, be reasonable! You haven’t come out of your lab in three days. You wouldn’t have eaten if I didn’t bring you stuff. Jus t…please, take a break. I want to see my brother.” She sounds tired as well and slightly heartbroken, but he’s right on the cusp of a breakthrough – he can almost feel the information at his fingers.

“Aerlia, I’m going to get Zara to lock you out of the labs,” he says. “Just for a couple of days to sort this out and then I promise I’ll take a day off and have lunch with you.” He sends a quick request to Zara over the messaging system and gets a “well, it’s on your head” in response.

“Shaan,” Lia says softly and then louder as he stands up and pushes her out the door. “Shaan, don’t do this! I need to talk to you!”

They’re twins. They’ve always talked to each other, but Mother was urgent on this and the answer to the fuel problem is right there.  Just out of reach.

“I’ll talk to you in a couple of days, Lia. I’m almost there,” he promises absentmindedly and shuts the door. There’s some beeping at the keypad followed by a couple of bangs on the door as Lia realizes her key codes don’t work anymore. A muffled scream of frustration (Lia always was dramatic) and he hears it as she stomps off down the hallway. Zara can deal with her just for a bit. Lia will probably try to hack her way in, but he’s got programs to help prevent that. She is his sister after all.

Shaan goes back to his research. He’s almost there.

It’s only when he emerges, days?, later that he sees that she’s scheduled lunch with him on his calendar every day at their favorite café for every single day of the week. Laughing, he accepts – he’s a little late but he’ll meet her there.

It’s only when he’s reached the café and the server tells him that she waited thirty minutes before heading back to the company, muttering about brothers who can’t keep commitments, that a tinge of worry starts to spread. Lia always waits for him and he wouldn’t be surprised if she kept every appointment on the calendar, just waiting for him to show up. She’s patient like that and keeps to her schedule. Lia always keeps to her schedule.

Why would she go back just to drag him out of the lab when he accepted her invitation?

Of course, that’s when the explosion happens.

 Conspirator:

Mel’s not one for ecoterrorism, but the anonymous facts sent by an inside source shows that Liadon Tech is making something quite terrible for an unknown source. This is something that could result in millions of deaths, shake the entire political structure of the universe, and it must be stopped. Of course, who would believe such a thing? Mel had nearly laughed when she and her cell first saw the data. But the source had papers and evidence and receipts and it all started to paint quite a nasty picture. What could they do but protect their homeworld and the universe that surrounded it?

Kerla managed the code with their unknown collaborator. They’ll wipe the drives, explode the lab, and then The Wake, their national news, will break news of the scandal. Liadon Technologies will take the blame, lose their power, and the horrible weapon they’ve been working on will be stopped. And, of course, they’ll also take out the head scientist and inventor on the project, one of the sons: Shaan Liadon.

Of course it all goes to hell when she enters the lab after he leaves only to see one of the daughters waiting for her.  Fuck, her contact said the lab was going to be left empty. She reaches for her pistol and the daughter holds up a hand.

“No need, Miss Mel, or should I refer to you by your cell name? I am your contact.” Mel boggles. A Liadon daughter going against her family?

“Aren’t you one of the ones set to lead the company?” she asks, incredulous. A dark smile is her response.

“They named me for law and order. This contradicts that and I am loyal to my home and name, no matter what blood I may be from.

“I’ve already turned off the cameras and started part of the wipe – I’ll need your drive as well.”

Numbly, Mel hands over her drive and watches as the Liadon daughter starts breaking into the computers and beginning the start of her family’s ruin. She’s one of the middle ones – Aerlyn, Aerloan, or something like that. She stays out of the public eye but is in charge of making everything go smoothly and making problems disappear.

“Aerlia,” the woman introduces herself as if she heard Mel’s ruminating of her name, but doesn’t turn from the screens.

“You know me already, it seems.” Aerlia hums a response and continues with the computers as Mel places the charges around the space. She was only planning on killing the brother, but if she can get multiple Liadons, she won’t complain.

Aerlia is still looking at the computer screens, so she swipes some of the gadgets and tools lying on the table.

“Thank you for doing this and believing me,” Aerlia says quietly. “I never thought that Mother would take a contract like this, but it needs to stop.”

“Your family has done enough,” Mel snorts as she finishes putting the charges down. “I can’t promise for certain that you’ll get away scot free, but I’ll do what I can for your memory.” She places her pistol against Aerlia’s forehead. “Thanks for giving us the codes – we’ll try to see it that your name is somewhat cleared in the aftermath.” Brown eyes widen in shock and then narrow as the woman stares Mel down. It’s a pity she’ll have to die, but that’s how it goes.

“Wait,” a slender brown hand grips her wrist and Aerlia looks into her eyes.

“Miss Mel, it’s been an honor working with you, but I’m afraid that I can’t let you murder me.” Fear rises like the crest of a wave and Mel starts to struggle, before the crackling heat of fire hits her and she is paralyzed by the pain and flames running through her body. “I’m very sorry,” Aerlia says, walking so that they can meet eye to eye. “I can’t condone what my family has done and I want the research destroyed, but I cannot let you kill my family despite what havoc they could have wreaked.”

Her hand spasms, but Mel can still pull the trigger. She does and Aerlia falls to the ground. It’s at that point that she sees that the bitch has grabbed her detonator.

“I won’t let you kill my brother,” Aerlia wheezes, clutching her chest. “I’ll die before that happens.”

She pushes the button.

 Employee:

Sivanna sits down next to the cloaked figure. "So I hear you're looking for a job? Minstrel's Folly isn't the newest or shiniest of ships, but I saw you work with the tech over there and I think you'd fit in."

The figure shifts, slightly. "That works very well for me, as well," a voice rasps.  

Sivanna sets off the opening salvo and soon finds herself in a face-paced and quick witted negotiation. Whoever this cloaked figure is, she's got a tongue like an ice pick and the smarts to match it.

Eventually they settle the contract and Sivanna turns to offer her hand. "Well, you got a name, stranger?" she asks.

"Call me Haokash," the girl says, slipping her hood off her head to reveal dark skin, lots of cuts and bruises, and the face of a youngling.

"Oh my stars." Silvanna tries to keep the hilarity from bubbling up, remembering her youth and desires, but she can't stop herself. "Oh, oh young one. Please," she chokes on a snort, “don't use that name."

She ignores the puffed cat look of outrage beginning to settle on the being before her. "'Free of Fate' is a very dramatic name for a protagonist in the holovids and novels, but I guarantee you it's just going to bring more attention to you than you want if you're changing your name."

Thankfully, the girl doesn't look too put out, but she was very good at negotiation and that trains your face...you never know with the younger ones. Stifling back the laughter that will for certain come out when she calls Fi' tonight, she continues, "I understand that sometimes you want a new identity and, believe me, I understand needing something dramatic when leaving the planet for the first time," she ignores the stiffening posture before her, "but how about something like Hadrimme? You're free now and flying with the Minstrel’s Folly."

Dark eyes blink slowly and she sees the calculations flying behind them. Oooh, this new one is going to fit in great with the crew.

"Hadrimme?" the girl says slowly, savoring the syllables on her tongue. "I like that.

"Hello, Captain. I'm Hadrimme. Nice to meet you."

 Friend:

It’s not often that the monastery gets new faces and even less often that said faces are elven, not from the planet, and have an interesting lilt to their voice when they attempt to speak Dragonborn. It’s not that Stormflight doesn’t like the new girl; it’s just that she’s a tad bit confusing. She had come one morning, gasping in the desert heat and as if pulled by the strings of Bahamut herself, prostrated herself in front of the elders in the middle of meditation. She did not speak, just panted; her breath sending eddies of sand against her face. When she looked up, it was to the blinding sun and she rasped something that could be construed as, “please.” Her hands shaped in some sort of sign that must have meant something, for Master Thava let out a gasp and quickly gathered her up and sped to the infirmary.

In the beginning she didn’t talk. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand – she would nod and pantomime and do what the Masters said for training. But in the kitchen, she would sit silently as those talked around her. She was reactive – only if someone interacted with her did she show anything. It was as if a ghost had inhabited a body and was only moving through the motions.

One night he woke up out of the middle of a deep sleep, feeling the urge to walk the dunes outside the monastery. It was there that he found her, staring up at the moons, silently weeping. What could he do?

There were those who came to the monastery for learning, others for peace, and others to escape pain. It didn’t matter what she was doing here, but she was a fellow monk and she was in pain. He sat next to her, silently, and didn’t move as she leaned against his shoulder, body shaking with the force of her sobs. They sat together until the rosy fingers of dawn streaked through the sky. She wiped her eyes, helped him up, and gave him a brilliant smile as they headed back to the monastery. He saw her head towards the Master’s lodging as he went to start breakfast and didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

The next day, she cheerily sat herself down next to him in the morning, introducing herself as Cloudleaper and starting to chatter about all sorts of things, from the color of the sky to the hypothetical analysis of some sort of chemical solution. Not everyone stared, but it was a changed woman who interacted with her fellow students and it was a new friend that found Stormflight that morning and one who never left.

The new Cloudleaper was boundless energy, moving from form to form, talking about everything under the sun and yet nothing at all. She stayed silent on her past, preferring to talk about the present and future. She was the one who encouraged him to start his rock collection, finding shiny pieces of mica in the desert and proudly bringing them back to him.

She made more friends and gained the hated title, “Short Britches” by Effusive, who soundly beat her every session.

“I swear to you, I’m tall for my species,” she’d hiss, trying to get out of Effusive’s headlock.

“You’re still a Short Britches to us, darling,” Effusive laughed, before Cloudleaper twisted in a very interesting way to lock her legs around her neck.

“Never!” she shrieked as the two of them toppled to the ground, laughing and grappling.

Despite the friendships and found family, it was to Storm that Cloud first talked about specializing in Kensei, the way of the weapon, she talked about how the metal sung in her hands and how she felt more free with it than not. It was he who convinced her to talk to the masters and was the one who offered to make introductions to various masters of the forge. She beamed so hard he was afraid her skin would crack and hugged him so hard that his ribs nearly did before bouncing off. He watched her with a fond smile. She was finally finding her way.

In true form, she shed the person that was her past and wholly inhabited the Clouldeaper-that-is, a monk who always failed when using staves, but managed to carry nearly a whole armory on her person.  She was Cloudleaper, his friend, and one of the ones who could make him laugh and would follow him into a sandstorm and back again.

“Storm, Storm, look! There it is!” she cried, pointing at the dust cloud that was the moving city of Mashhoy. “I can’t wait to see Pika! It feels like forever!”

“You were the one who insisted on traveling by foot to be ‘incognito,’” he reminded her, a chuckle warring with the sternness he tried to put into his words. 

“I know, I know, but look! Look how big it is!” Her enthusiasm was overwhelming. Her gaze turned calculative. “I bet I could climb it. Hey, Storm! Throw me at the walls!”

“I am not doing that,” he said as she laughed and they continued on.

 Rival:

Bahamut had brought her to the monastery, but it was Cloudleaper who had helped heal some of her immediate shock. “Pain calls to pain,” is what her mother always said, but it still took a while for Pika to find it in the bubbly monk who always failed at stave matches.

Some days Pika could barely speak, the words clogging like sand in her throat as she thought of her family and her beloved son, taken away from her. It was on those days that Cloudleaper would come and sit with her, or corral the others away as Storm offered himself as a practice partner so Pika could punch her feelings away. Cloudleaper always came by after with a drink or small treat as Pika panted into the silent air, slowly baking in the heat of the desert. Despite her normally gregarious demeanor, Cloudleaper was a silent companion, offering a quiet sort of solitude that was not.

Other days, she could talk constantly – a boundless being of energy; doing handsprings off Storm’s shoulders and attempting to pick Pika up and whip her around like a child. She constantly failed, but sometimes Pika wondered if Cloudleaper was aping at her to make her more engaged in the world around her.

It wasn’t that she was a fool, no Cloudleaper was apt with a blade and even if she could be a bit abrasive in her cheeriness, Cloudleaper was a monk of the Raised Wings of Bahamut and conducted herself as thus.

She and Cloudleaper were the newest initiates and thus were “rivals.” This was all through Cloudleaper. Pika was there to learn and train and keep her mind off the horrors that had happened. Cloudleaper bounced around, challenged Pika to matches, and exhausted her physically and emotionally. At those times Storm was there to mediate and Pika found herself finding friendship with him as well.

The duo had become a trio. Pika, Stormflight, and Cloudleaper were a well oiled team. From Pika’s sneakiness to Cloud’s brashness and steel, to Stormflight’s brawn, they were a good team and they loved each other. It was from them that Pika took her last name, to honor and respect the support they had given her. She had asked Cloudleaper first, who had laughed hysterically.

“I took on this name to be free of my past, find your own!” she chided, but there were shadows in her eyes. Pika remembered what her mother had said and hugged her friend. It was rare that Pika would initiate the hug and Cloudleaper hugged her tightly back. Then they went to Storm.

The next day Pika Stormflight leaves for Mir.

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Lots of milkshakes, lots of writing, lots of taking care of myself. I’m working on it, don’t worry!

Love,

CL