Hm, nerve pain is still being a massive bother but have an AU idea that came to my mind.
Follows two different routes:
1) Regular Jynn and Asaru get captured, experimented on, and forcefully merged together and everything goes very wrong... especially for the Elders.
2) Same as the above but it’s Chosen Jy-Sol that gets recaptured to be “fixed”.
Either way, the Elders end up creating a very, very, very vengeful monster who has a near constant lingering pain they have to deal with.
Semi-story blurb under the cut.
.... They... They captured them both. Damn Dhay-Vol. Knocked out Skyranger out of the sky like it was a mere gnat while we were on the way to meet the Templars. Stellar Echo did the best emergency landing she could. We barely had a chance to react as soon as the ramp lowered. Hate psionics. I fucking hate them.
Dhay-Vol got Jynn, slapped a collar on her to keep Asaru bond to her. Ordered the others to execute us, but don’t remember what happened next. There was angry yelling, lots of it from Jynn and Asaru. And then something else. Otherworldly. Just know it spooked the hell out of Dhay-Vol and he bolted and then everything went back.
It took a few months to find her. Strange ADVENT didn’t go back to the well oiled machine they once were. Actually, there were a lot of problems. More faulty chips. Free minds. Heh, Betos soon found herself swamped with new brothers and sisters to add to her Faction.
Then we finally found the facility they were at. Connected to some offshore drilling platform. Never want to be that far underwater again...
When we found her... him... them... God.. couldn’t recognize them. Whatever those damn Elders did... just... just broke them. Two forced into one and were just angry. Yelling. Snarling. Crying in pain.
Nearly killed us after taking out a massive platoon heading by the Chosen. All three and they looked off. They had scars I’ve never seen before and looked drained. Anyway... they barely recognized us at the last minute as she was draining us psionically. God... that look in their eyes. The tears.
We got them out. Back to the Avenger. Sent word to Maker but knew that would take time so we headed to the Templars first. To say Geist was disgusted was an understatement. He and his acolytes did the best they could. Stabilizing their new form, somewhat separating their minds to give them solace, and fixing her psionic signature since it was “resonating” oddly, but there was so much damage to do anything else.
Eventually got her to Maker. Every single time I think that Elder can’t show more emotion, he somehow does; just pure disgust and was heartbroken. He burned through countless bodies seeing what he could do. Some more stabilization, fully separating their minds, and more genetic editing to fill the unfinished gaps. But there was no way to reverse the damage. Jynn’s body had been pushed too far to be converted into a Chosen and far too suddenly and Asaru was a mere phantom of himself after the Elders tore him apart for his genetic makeup. But Maker said he wasn’t giving up hope, but warned to be weary of that Weaver if he starts making deals.
Always something. Just lovely. Thinking that’s already happened with how some of the marks are looking, and hell how they look, but neither have said a thing.
So... Jynn’s become the more dominant mind after all that, but the two switch from time to time. She’s back at the helm. Taking some time for everyone to get used to it. Had to keep Jynn, well both, of them from killing one guy that we should have discharged ages ago.
Seems like this War will be wrapping up soon. The Elders are growing more desperate by the day.
Hopefully no more surprises come. Not sure if my heart can take it... getting too old for this shit. Happy they’re both alive, she’s alive... just this... *sigh*. Changes a lot. Changes everything really.
But seems like one thing wasn’t destroyed. Heh... Fun way for the rest of the crew to find out with how she just picked me up, kissed me, and teleported to the roof of the Avenger. Caused quite a frenzy amongst the crew that didn’t know for a few weeks.
Really, still have some of them questioning things, but they’re getting used to it. We’re all getting used to it.
- A very, tired Bradford recounting everything into an audio log and consoling the changed Jynn one lovely evening.
Coasting the Endless Waves - VoidWalker AU - Reassurance
Hey all! ＾＿ －）≡★. Otto back again posting this fic with the permission of Linx(Jane).
It deals with this AU idea, taking place after Jynn and Asaru were rescued.
EDIT: Forgot to add a note from Linx. “Apologies if the back and forth on pronouns for Jynn and Asaru gets confusing, but who’s in control fluxes back and forth hard in the beginning of this mess.”
Warnings: Mild language, light nudity, some blood, and think that’s just about it.
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Edit: 11/19/2025 - Made some updates and edits.
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“So… what’s going on, Geist? What progress have you all made? Since, you know…”
These weren’t questions that Bradford wanted to ask, but he needed answer on how Commander Reeves and Asaru were doing. So much had been done to the two.
Geist met his eyes for a moment before glancing at the ground. Eyes studying the subtle cracks in the concrete as a vortex of thoughts spun in his mind. The words he wanted to speak would string together one by one, slowly coalescing into something concrete that would flow off his tongue. But as he opened his mouth to speak, it all fell apart; like a desert suddenly overtook his mouth, hoarse sounds only came out as his tongue uselessly flapped about. He shook his head, quickly shutting his mouth, and raised a hand to rub his throat as he fruitlessly tried to clear.
No. Too harsh. He won’t take it well. A great deal of damage we’ve struggled to heal and correct.
He raised his other hand to his eyes and rubbed them as a deep sigh came out; those shoulders rose for a moment before falling. Those glowing purple veins sprawling across his arms trembled, becoming brighter for a moment, as psionic energy slowly appeared and coiled around his arms.
But he needs to know. I have to speak the truth. Carefully. Must gauge his reactions.
“Oh…” A long, drawn-out sigh came out. He was still rubbing his eyes before finally dragging his hand down, pulling at his face. That usual bright-eyed and jovial nature wasn’t there. His face was sullen, almost angered. And those eyes were just as sad as Bradford’s. “Where do I even start, my friend?”
Geist and his people had their work cut out for them once XCOM sent that dreadful message weeks ago. They had found the Commander and Asaru after their ill-fated recapture by Dhay-Vol’s hands months ago, but the Elders… the Elders had broken both their minds and bodies. They were quick to re-chip Jynn and force her back to running ADVENT, but that never took properly due to her fully emerged and strengthened psionics, connection to Asaru, and strong will not to be used again. Then, in a bid to keep Jynn permanently under Their control, and punishment for her continued refusal to be reclaimed, They started that dreadful “Ascension” process to convert her into a Chosen.
Whilst doing that to her, They were tearing Asaru apart to harvest his DNA with great excitement. An unadulterated specimen of Their own species, one that took a different path in Their evolution. How that pure, choice DNA would aid greatly in the Avatar project to build Their new bodies and allow those bodies to be crafted to mimic Their true forms after the initial phases were perfected, so They could transfer Their minds over.
And the Elders did not care how much pain this inflicted on the two. How much it damaged their bodies and minds.
“They could be rebuilt, remade, reshaped. And they deserve this for their defiance against Us. They will serve a higher purpose.”
The Elders so arrogantly thought. But Their actions came back to bite Them. The two were reshaped, but not by the vision of the Elders. A botched metamorphosis. Everything went wrong when They forcefully re-bonded Asaru to Jynn. That Voice, that Weaver, snuck in and applied his Void trickery; pulling at those caring gifts and strings he gave to Jynn long ago.
So the Elders “gained” a new weapon. A vengeful weapon at that; so consumed by pain and anguish. A darkened reflection, ready to consume Them like the rotten parasites They truly were.
“Commander Reeves and Asaru… are doing better mentally and physically since you all brought them here.” There was some hesitance to Geist’s voice as he carefully searched his thoughts. His sight dropped to the floor once more, nervously bouncing between dents in the metal and concrete. Though he knew Bradford told him not to hold back, he still wanted to carefully pick his words. “My acolytes and I are still hard at work stabilizing their new body while our scientists toil away on other issues. And we have been working closely with your doctors, filling them in on every session and change that has happened.”
“It’s just…” He paused, biting at his lower lip. How to say it?
“Spit out.” Bradford crossed his arms; a foot tapped quickly against the floor like a rabbit’s. “Don’t hold back. I expect to hear the worst. Tygan and the others have shown me the data. Hell… the day we found the two…”
Geist closed his eyes tightly and nodded. Best not to sugarcoat his words.
“I’m not sure what else we can do. Their minds are more separate now, but neither of us has the resources to dig deeper and fully untangle their minds and fix the damage done to their bodies and DNA. They are still in a fragile state.” He said. “The Elders were… careless. And that is an understatement. The damage…”
Pausing, he shook his head before shifting his head towards the meditation chamber — a ways away — they were housing the two in. His body trembled, psionic veins bulged and pulsed, as his mind clearly remembered all the pain, anguish, and seething anger radiating off the two when XCOM arrived. It had greatly diminished, but he could still feel it faintly lingering through the base. So toxic.
“Their… damage… it reminds me so much of Dhay-Vol’s, though his comes from the Elders’ pouring far too much of their psionic energy into him, twisting what is the Earth’s, as they tinkered with his genetic code. For Reeves and Asaru…” He paused, raising his hand back to his head. “The two were still recovering, only to be torn apart again, bond partially severed, and then forcefully re-merged after both went through horrific experiments. It’s amazing the two are even alive, to be honest.”
That foot tapping stopped. Bradford closed his eyes as a sharp sigh came out. “Was expecting to hear that.” Though not the news he wanted to hear, he was just happy they could do something since — at the time — they had been unable to get in contact with that friendly Elder, Raal’Maker. “How fragile a state are we talking of?”
“Quite fragile. We haven’t moved them from the central meditation chamber since you brought them here.” He shook his head. “The concentrated psionic energies are keeping them stable, and then it is the best area to perform all the treatments, though there have been a few close calls.”
“Let me guess, the psionic draining?” Something Bradford never liked being on the receiving end of, and he and his squad nearly died that day they found the two.
Geist nodded. There was a slight tremble in one of his arms. A few of those purple veins bulged before relaxing. “They occasionally get an urge to feed on the life force of the living. Preferably, psions.’Soothes the pain,’ or so they tell us.” He explained. “Though from Tygan’s and Marin’s notes, and one of our doctors, they believe it’s how they are trying to repair themselves.”
Bradford closed his eyes tightly, hearing that. His mind flashed back to when they had found the two. They could feel the anger, pure unbridled hatred radiating off of their psionics, and it was all nicely wrapped up in a wave of pain that was nearly crippling. “How is that pain now?”
“Less, but still bothersome for both of them.” He said. “They’ve described it as if every fiber of their beings, new and old, is on fire. Like they are still being prodded, stabbed, and cut open by the Elders and their drones every waking moment.”
Bradford sighed. He expected that, but it still bothered his heart. “How are they right now?”
“Moderately fine, since I last checked two hours ago.”
Bradford’s arms quickly unfolded before he threw them up into the air. “Two hours ago!?” Wasn’t there a delicate condition he needed to keep a close eye on?
“John, please.” Geist just rolled his eyes. “I have my most trusted acolytes and doctors watching over them. They’re in the main meditation chamber, remember. They are fine.” He then tapped the side of his head twice. Always ready to listen for a psi call. “Currently, they are swimming in the waters from what my acolytes have updated me with.”
A few grumbles slipped from Bradford’s lips as his arms slowly returned to their previously crossed state. Calm that brain of yours, lover boy. A little insult aimed at himself to try to keep a level head. He took a moment to rub his face as he gathered his thoughts. “Swimming?” That caught his interest.
“They’ve grown quite fond of the water due to their new shared form. Seems to keep both of them calm and their minds occupied.” Geist explained. One of the few boons that helped with the Templars’ treatments. “At times, they even sleep deep in the pools instead of topside. They say it’s comforting.”
“Hm.” More interesting developments, but they all made sense. “Asaru already looked like a jellyfish, and Jynn’s new body looks pretty aquatic…” Bradford rubbed his chin. So much to get used to now.
More flashbacks to that day ran through his mind. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Barely recognized the two. A new form, a few heads taller than the Chosen were, and they were thrashing those undying pests like they were nothing but toys, but some features were still the same. Some of Jynn’s brownish-red skin tone remained in all that blue, and Asaru’s tentacles were still there. But everything… just everything else…
“That night…” Bradford grumbled under his breath as his mind just dwelled on it some more. The two were so angry and hurting. Crying as they came to their senses when they realized they had attacked him and the others, thinking they were more fodder of the Elders. It felt like forever trying to calm them down again and get them out of that place before it imploded from the flooding waters. The ride back in the Skyranger was tense. Felt like he was facing a hurricane trying to keep them calm.
He continued to grumble and soon began to pace around. The sound of his boots clacking against the metal flooring was oddly calming.
Geist stayed quiet. In a way, he was meditating on his own thoughts and communicating with his people.
A few minutes passed before he finally stopped pacing and looked at Geist.
“Can I see her… them?” Bradford asked.
A slight chuckle slipped out. Geist had been waiting for that. Placing his hands on his knees, he got up. “I don’t think they’ll mind seeing a friendly face, but I can’t guarantee either one will be talkative.” He hoped they at least would talk a little. “Follow.” He gestured for Bradford to follow him. He did so.
Geist informed him of a few protocols they had set up for everyone’s safety. What lines to cross in the room and when. Things he shouldn’t mention unless he wanted to become a lifeless husk. And a few other things.
It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination. A little psionic energy and the door to the chamber opened, and there were a number of people in there. Mostly acolytes.
“Like one of the many test designs for Gollop Chamber.” Bradford mumbled under his breath as those doors opened. It was always a sight to behold.
There was a massive pool of clear water in the center that was fed by a waterfall cascading down the cave wall in the very back. There was a walkway cutting through the middle of the pool, leading to a circular platform in the center. A few more walkways branched off from the main path, leading to more platforms, occupied by various Templars meditating. Streams and orbs of psionic energy flowed freely through the room.
Taking a step forward, Bradford paused as his nose twisted almost immediately as the potent scent of fish smacked his nose. Accidentally taking a deeper whiff, he gagged and let out a few rough coughs.
“What’s *cough* what’s with the *cough* fish smell?” The words barely came out.
“Ah, that.” Geist raised a finger. “Sorry for no warning. It’s Reeve’s and Asaru’s meal of choice. They prefer fresh-caught and as raw as possible.”
“… Seriously?” He believed him, with their new look, but part of him didn’t want to.
“You’ll see shortly. And it’s their feeding time.~” Geist said with a wicked smile, humming towards the end as he continued into the room.
Bradford felt his brow twitch and sighed. Clearing his throat and rubbing his nose a few times, he caught up to him.
As they came closer to the pool, Geist stretched out his arm and stopped him. Bradford was about to say something, but then remembered the protocols. His body shuddered. Best not to break them.
Geist soon talked to his people to see what non-critical things had been going on. A few people were cracking open a massive cooler and pulling out some fresh fish. Feeding time indeed.
As he did so, Bradford partially listened in as his eyes wandered over to the pool, watching the still waters.
“So much deeper than the one at the main base.” He quietly commented. He wondered how deep the pool was. Then he saw something deep in the waters. Swimming in the dark depths, barely illuminated by a soft bioluminescent blue glow radiating from it. Not it. Them. Her.
“She’s really… they’ve really taken to water.” He mumbled as he watched how they swam so effortlessly, barely moving their four arms and legs. Hair, tentacles, and tail flowed freely.
“Hm?” He mumbled as they leisurely swam by. “Oh! Oh…” His eyes shifted away as a hand went to his face; he fake coughed to cover up his reddening face.
Though he could only see their backside, they… Jynn… was still naked, like the day they rescued the two.
Guess they haven’t figured out clothes for them yet. He thought to himself. His eyes found them again.
Studying that new form once again. A silky smooth, deep teal had replaced most of Jynn’s brown skin. Her head was somewhere in between the shape of Hybrid’s and Chosen’s — including the facial features — though the forehead jutted out slightly as it swept back into a three-tailed fin. And there were more fins on her back and forearms.
“So much to get used to… still beautiful… in a strange way.” There was something alluring about how Jynn looked now. Even with everything… he still loved her.
“Stay right there, John.” Geist said.
Bradford barely heard Geist speak to him until he noticed the man take a few steps towards the edge.
“Commander Reeves! Asaru!” He called out, kneeling over the waters ever so slightly. The psionic energies in the room swirled about. “I would like to have a word with you.”
Jynn stopped swimming suddenly before her face suddenly jerked towards Geist. Eight eyes focused on him, as her nose wrinkled and a grimace formed. A few seconds passed before she swam.
Geist took a step back. “Remember what I told you.” He held a hand back towards Bradford.
“I remember.” Bradford stayed put. He did not want to be on the receiving end of a psionic draining again. What Jynn and Asaru did was vicious. So much worse than a Sectoid’s drain. Made it look like child’s play.
A minute or two passed before Jynn poked part of her head out of the water. The membrane covering her eyes slipped back; her human eyes, a piercing blue(no longer a hazel brown) against black sclera, scanned the room. Geist, the one who disturbed them, was just a few feet away from the edge, and then… Bradford. Her eyes narrowed on him for a moment before switching back to Geist. A few tentacles slowly emerged from the water, spreading out the scan of the room further.
Geist just smiled. “Just checking up on you two. No psionic treatment sessions for today. I hope all has been well.” With his hand, he cheerily gestured towards his people, who were bringing out the fish. “And I see you will have quite a selection of fish to pick from today. Mostly native species, but there are a few of the alien species the Elders have let roam.” The work to stabilize Earth’s ecosystem would be such a task in the future.
Jynn’s eyes shifted over to the fish for a moment, it was a bountiful catch, before looking back at him and then at Bradford. Muffled grumbles — and lots of bubbles — slipped out as she sank back down into the water.
“Geist, how is this—“
“Shh!” Geist quickly hushed Bradford, raising a finger.
A second later, four clawed hands sprang from the water and grabbed the edge of the platform. Water sloshed around as Jynn slowly emerged. Her upper arms crossed over and somewhat covered her bare chest, and her lower arms rested on the ground. She had partially pulled herself out of the water. Her expression had barely changed; squinted eyes and a firm frown. Gill-like slits on her red throat opened and closed rapidly. There was an odd, barely visible blue shimmer encapsulating part of her head, like a bubble.
She shook her head quickly, shaking free a mass of water from her skin and hair. Geist put up a quick shield to keep himself and Bradford from getting wet. A throaty grumble left her lips, making those slits tremble, as she leaned forward, eyes focusing on Geist and occasionally shifting over to Bradford.
Bradford felt his heart slowly working its way to his throat as she emerged from the water. So tall now. Just her upper half was out and was towering over him. He swallowed hard, not exactly liking her(and probably Asaru’s too) sour demeanor, and glanced at Geist.
Geist said a few more things as he brought forth his psionic energies and did something towards Jynn that seemed like she and Asaru didn’t like, with the strange, warbled hiss that came out and a small energy bolt aimed at Geist’s feet. But nothing further happened besides a few tentacles being raised towards Geist and hovering over his body.
“Everything is still holding. Good.” Geist smiled. “Also, you have a visitor.” He gestured towards Bradford before stepping back. As he reached Bradford, he gestured for him to step forward.
“Commander Reeves. Asaru.” Bradford nodded towards them. He clutched his hands tightly before taking careful steps towards the two. He nearly stopped when their eyes snapped to him too swiftly for his liking. And those tentacles shifting over to him didn’t help. He could already feel those tugs on his body and mind.
He took in a deep breath and pressed forward. “How are you two doing?” It was weird, literally looking up at her now. She was two heads taller than the Chosen.
There was no answer. Those eyes just stayed focused on him. An odd, throaty mumble came forth as those gills continued to open and close, though more slowly. The tentacles came closer, hovering all around him, especially his head.
“Hm.” He bit his lip. He expected as much from what Geist had told him. But there was no time for awkward silence. “Things have been going well on the Avenger since we found you two. Just a few annoyances, but the Senior Staff are handling them.”
So he spoke, chuckling as he did so, catching her up on details on what was happening on the Avenger and then the Resistance as a whole. So far, nothing terrible, minus some crew members, they were probably going to have to discharge them with how poorly they were handling what had happened to the Commander.
“And we are still waiting for a message from Maker before we can take you two to him.” That benevolent Elder was still a strange one to him, but had become such a helpful boon to the Resistance. “From a few disjointed messages we received, it looks like he and the other Elders are fighting, as usual. Really, seems like a civil war is happening as there’s a massive schism due to what happened, and seems some are seeing how correct Maker was and are going over to his side.”
He continued, carefully observing her reaction and those tentacles that were pretty much moving around his face and body. Her expression hadn’t changed, but he could feel those tentacles probing and pulling. He never liked with when Asaru did that, but it was just how he took in his surroundings.
Rambling on, he didn’t hear the sound of water shifting about or her raising herself up more, and moving closer to him. Until suddenly, he felt something wet touch his chest and warm breath tickling his face. He paused and looked down. Her clawed, webbed hand was touching the center of his chest.
“Uh…” He looked back up at her, almost shrinking back, realizing her face was so close to his. He glanced over to Geist, who gave him a so-so gesture. He looked just as confused at him.
“Uh… Commander?” Bradford said. No response. “Jynn? Asaru?” Still no response. Just intense stares.
The next moment, his eyes lit up, and he grimaced. Those claws tightened, piercing through his shirt, digging into his skin.
“Jynn!?” A yell barely left his lips as he felt her pull him forward. All those arms, and many tentacles, wrapped around him tightly. For some reason, his brain just told him to take a deep breath, and how glad he was to do so, the next thing he felt was his whole body shudder as that cold water hit like a solid wall, nearly knocking the breath out of him, before it all quickly enveloped him. The bright light above grew more distant as the seconds ticked by. Shouts from Geist and the others quickly became muffled.
As he struggled to break free, he caught a blurred view of someone about to dive in after them until they quickly recoiled, grasping at their heads. Then his eyes flashed as he felt a strong psionic wave pierce them.
Stay back. The intertwined voices of Jynn and Asaru rang in his head. Such a strange echo in it. There was a lingering burning anger that permeated the psionic wave. Stay back. I(We) want privacy.
So they did want to talk, but not with others around. Bradford’s struggles slowly stopped. He was along for the ride and wondered exactly where they were taking him.
Wrangling some space for his head, he looked at her face. Still as grumpy as before, but seemed more pained, almost as if she was on the verge of crying.
Jynn… Asaru… He mentally sighed. He could faintly feel that deep turmoil radiating from their powers. Just a relentless ocean of pain they were in, mentally and physically.
Then a thought crossed his mind.
Hey, you guys know I can’t brea— As he was thinking that, he paused as the sensation of fresh air entered his lungs and fish. Then he noticed a faint blue sparkle around his head. A psionic bubble.
We know. The two replied, glancing at him for a second. Patience. Nearly there.
It felt like ages as they went deeper and deeper. Just how far down did this pool go?
Light slowly slipped into darkness. The only thing keeping it from being nearly pitch black was that soft bioluminescent glow from Jynn. They rounded the corner and into a hidden alcove that had a faint glow.
Entering, the source of the glow was evident. Blue psionic string-like webbing was strung from wall to wall, with a massive, thick wall in the middle, sealing it off. Jynn and Asaru had spun a psionic cocoon of sorts to make a little hidden home. With little work, they opened it, slipped inside, and it closed behind them. They soon surfaced.
That psionic bubble around Bradford’s head popped. He took in several breaths as he looked around. A little fishy but breathable. Almost entranced by the soft glow coming from the cocoon and the reflections of the water ripples on the rocky walls.
“Huh…” He mumbled. He wondered if this was where they went to sleep to get away from all the eyes. He noticed there were some blankets and other things sitting on some exposed ground towards the back. Feeling those arms tighten around him once again, and then something heavy came down on his head, made him freeze. A nestling motion was happening. And it felt a bit leathery against his skin.
“Uh…” He was hesitant to move, even more so as those arms squeezed him even more. And then he heard it. A strange purring growl mixed with sniffling. Jynn’s breathing was sharp. Those throat slits opened and closed rapidly, now making a slight whistle.
“Jynn…? Asaru…?” He cautiously said. He just felt those arms squeeze him more, pulling him closer to her chest. His face was growing a rosy shade with how his face was pressing against her breasts. Feeling her heart, if not hearts now, thumping rapidly made him snap to. Crap, crap, they’re crying.
It took some work, but he managed to wrangle his arms free and soon wrapped them around her. “Hey, hey… It’s okay. It’s okay.” He hushed the two as he tightened his hug. “I’m not mad. You two are safe.” The sniffling and strange purred growled continued, but those hearts slowed down to a steadier beat.
They stayed like that for a few minutes. Bradford continued to reassure them he wasn’t upset, and they were safe, whilst stroking her back. It still surprised him how smooth her skin was, even with the scales; he took care to be gentle with the slightly scaled fin flaps on her back. The sniffles finally died down, being mostly replaced by the growled purring. That too stopped a few minutes later. Jynn finally let go.
Her cheeks were a deep reddish-purple as she pulled away. She avoided all eye contact with him as she slowly sank into the waters, but gently she nudged Bradford over towards the back of the cave.
Bradford tried speaking, but she just pushed him along faster. He complied, getting the message. Once at the back, he pulled himself up and out of the water.
“… Didn’t think I’d be going for a swim today.” He mostly joked to himself as he got himself situated on the rocky ground.
First things that came off were his waterlogged boots and soaked socks. Next thing to come off was his shirt, and he did his best to wring out the water, but soon stopped. He got in here one way and was pretty sure he would be leaving the same way. He just tossed it over to where he put his boots. Taking a quick check at his chest, he was happy to see that those sharp claws only left indents that were barely red and didn’t pierce his skin.
Hearing muffled sniffles, he looked back over at Jynn. He felt his heart sink into his stomach just seeing how only the top half of her face was above the surface, and she was still avoiding all eye contact.
“One of you… Or both of you brought me down here for a reason.” He said. “Who wants to talk? What do you want to talk about?”
She closed her eyes tightly, nearly slipping completely down into the water before she raised herself back up, just enough for her mouth to clear the surface. “Me.” Jynn’s voice was more prominent. “Me… me… me…” Despondently, she spoke. Her voice trailed with a slight echo and was rough. Slowly, she sank back down into the water and looked away.
“Jynn…” Bradford’s voice trailed off. He didn’t like that.
Pushing himself off, he fell back into the water with a small splash and swam over to her. “Jynn, no.”
He let out a sad sigh, seeing she was sinking further into the water and seemed to be drifting away from him as he came closer. He sped up. It took a bit of chasing, but he managed to corral her back over to the ledge and corner her.
“Jynn, please…” He reached out with his hands and gently touched her face, cupping it. She shuddered and pulled back, but he kept a firm grip. “Just talk to me. You want to talk to me, right?”
She tried pulling away again, tried sinking deeper into the waters and swatting at him with her tentacles, but that barely caused his grip to falter. Her eyes barely met his for a moment. Worry. Concern. She closed her eyes tightly and looked away.
Bradford pulled himself closer, ignoring the swats. “Jynn… Talk to me. Whatever it is, just talk to me.” Shifting a hand towards those eyes, he wiped away tears that were just starting to form. “Just talk to me, please.”
She shook her head again. This time, with less force, barely pulling away. The tentacle swatting slowed until they finally fell back into the waters, drifting aimlessly. Her head barely rose, nose passing the threshold of the water. Snorted and bubbles sniffles followed. And so did tears.
“Jynn.” Bradford could just feel his heart sinking more and more.
A few minutes passed before she raised her head fully out of the water.
“W-w-where… where do I even begin?” She struggled to spit out choked words. “How… just… how? Just… why? More fish, and God knows what, than human now… no offense, Asaru.”
None taken. He said, projecting his voice psionically. It was faint.
She broke down into a blubbering, sobbing mess. Nearly dragging Bradford down when a few tentacles wrapped around him as she sank into the water. It took a lot of calming, coaxing, and frantic shaking to get Jynn to come back up and get those tentacles off of him.
He continued to console her as he gently nudged her closer to that ledge so he could get out of the water. He could only tread water for so long, and drowning was not on his radar. Once he was back on dry land, he managed to coax her to come out of the water some more and rest her head in his lap.
“Let it out, now.” Bradford gently stroked her head. “The both of you.”
He could barely imagine how Jynn felt, how both of them felt. Bodies and minds twisted and changed so drastically. As he stroked her face, thumbs tracing those odd, chitinous growths lining her cheekbones, he couldn’t help but notice her face was an odd blend of a Hybrid and one of the Chosen. Spaced apart eyes, some gauntness to the face, and recessed ears… just seeing this all made his heart ache.
“That’s where the associations to that begin and end. Everything else about you is different.” He whispered to himself. Shifting a hand towards her head, having to pass through that faint blue bubble that covered the upper half, he carefully stroked her head. Around the forehead, part of it jutted out slightly in the middle, then swept back into a three-tailed fin. “Some traits of Asaru, and then who knows what else…”
Eight eyes stood out to him the most. He was expecting four, hers and Asaru’s, but then again, he wasn’t sure if that alien even had “eyes” to begin with. Just a floating partial skull within a bubble, coursing with energy from what he could recall. He wondered what those files and DNA tests would reveal once everything was cracked. Hopefully, more positives than negatives.
With a little more calming, Jynn finally opened up. Everything felt so off. Her body. Her mind. Her connection to Asaru. Nothing felt right. Everything felt so wrong, but she just couldn’t explain it, as the words to articulate it would just escape her.
The pains from the torturous experiments and surgeries the Elders inflicted on them still plague their new shared body. Each slice, each cut, as their bodies were unbound and re-compiled, more or so messily blended to become something ‘better’. Minds relentlessly attacked and memories tweaked and sliced to tear away what was ‘useless’ and insert ‘more compliant’ thoughts and servitude. Some memories were still a blur.
“Everything just hurts… It just hurts.” She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, nails digging deep into her skin. Asaru’s voice poked through; he was in full agreement. “I… We… Want to kill them.” A nasty growl slipped out through all the sniffling. Her eyes flashed a bright blue as she bared her new, sharp teeth. A few tentacles shot up into the air, with their tips glowing brightly.
“Shh… I know. I know.” Bradford hushed her. “We’ll eventually get those bastards, but calm down. Your health.” He could just feel the anger radiating from both of them, which was a little more amplified as it pulled at his partially severed psionic bond with Jynn.
She grumbled and nuzzled her head deeper into his lap. Rubbing it back and forth to use his pants as a makeshift tissue to clean her face.
“They deserve to suffer so much like we have. Like the voices have.” She muttered. Asaru’s voice echoed just behind it. “Poor them… poor them…”
“They deserve more tha— wait, voices?” This was something Bradford hadn’t heard about. Nor did Geist ever make mention of it. “What voices?”
“Not the Elders’. Not Dhay-Vol’s. Barely hear them now after everything. Dhay-Vol’s keeping his distance, licking his wounds.” A dark chuckle escaped her lips. “Voices of the Elders victims throughout the galaxies. Those bodies in those Endless Waves. Just… clearer than ever. Searing thoughts… Endless battles…” She shook her head as she could see those desecrated and desiccated corpses of so many species in that Gap.
“Oh.” That place.
“I… We… Hear them. Can feel it all. All talking. All dying. It hurts… so much.” She broke down again, pressing her face into his lap.
It was another round of calming and consoling to get her to calm down. He managed to coax her out of the water some more to draw her into a proper hug. He just wasn’t expecting her to just fall over him, wrapping all four arms around him and nearly causing him to fall back. It took a little work to get her to shift most of her weight off of him so he could stay upright.
“We can’t lead… I can’t lead XCOM like this.” Jynn’s and Asaru’s voices shifted back and forth like a flickering switch. “Our minds… my mind barely feels put together. Everything’s so clouded and just… and just. UGH!”
Those tentacles angrily smacked the ground and water. There were a few loud sparks in the surrounding psionic energy.
“We want to kill them! Take back what was robbed from us! Drink all the precious life from their most ‘prized’ Chosen, Dhay-Vol! Turn that wretched ‘prized son’ into a—!” Jynn’s and Asaru’s voices were fully intertwined now.
“Hey, hey! Calm down. Both of you.” Shifting his hands up to her face, he gently pulled her down. “Calm down, please.”
The anger in their eyes glowed brightly. They closed them tightly, biting their bottom lip so hard causing purple blood to come forth. A heavy sigh slipped out before those eyes opened again. The glow was gone. “Sorry… Sorry…” Jynn’s voice slowly became dominant again.
“Things will be… okay.” He squeezed her. There was some doubt in his voice, but he had hope for the future. “Even if, even if… this… can’t be fixed, the Elders don’t have the both of you.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Really, they got more than they bargained for and ended up losing more than they gained. You hurt their prized children.”
“Hm.” A throaty growl came from them. “Wish we tore them apart some more and drained all that life—“
“Hey.” Bradford brought her face down some more until their eyes met. “Stop that. Your health.”
Another growl slipped out before those eyes closed once more, and a heavy sigh came out. “Sorry.”
“Stay calm. Don’t need all that work Geist and his followers did coming undone.” He gently stroked her cheek. He slightly bristled, feeling some bite of their negative emotions in that bond and what angry thoughts lingered in the air.
A few more grumbles came out. Slowly, that negative psionic energy dispersed.
“Better.” Bradford smiled. “Get your mind off the negative right now. The both of you. Especially…” He paused. A second later, he leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her head. “From my sad, saaaad fish.” He said in a singsong manner.
“Sad fish?” Jynn questioned, almost snorting at the horrible joke. Then it clicked. Her face was flushed with purple. “You… you still…?”
“Always.” He smiled, kissing her once more. “Even when I saw you that night. I’m not giving up on you. We’ll work through this.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she wrapped herself around him; this time, she knocked him over and to the floor. Bradford had to tell her to loosen her grip a few times, as it was rather crushing. Felt like a few ribs were going to crack.
John? John!? Can you hear me? Geist’s voice pierced Bradford’s mind. Blast, I hope you can hear me. Jynn and Asaru sent out a nasty psionic wave and crippled us, and left some traps in the water.
Bradford’s eyes lit up. Explained why there was no contact. I hear you. I’m fine. Water lodged, but fine. They, more or so, Jynn, wanted a private talk. He replied.
Thank the void. Geist was relieved when he got a reply back. Is everything okay? My senses are fuzzy, but I believe I’ve been faintly feeling the emotions of those two.
Things are… okay. Slowly getting better. They both needed to vent. Still probably need to do so. He was blindly searching for that wet shirt of his so Jynn could wipe her snot and tear-ridden face. “I think I’ll be here for the rest of the day. Think you can get someone from the Avenger to bring over a fresh set of clothes. And LOTS of towels.
Geist laughed. I’ll see what I can do. Continue to keep the two calm.
Will do. And take your time. Still need to calm them down.
I think I can do that.
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With the quick conversation over, Bradford turned his attention back to Jynn and Asaru. It took some time to get Jynn calm again, but once he did, he helped her get comfortable, helping her over to a questionable amount of blankets and pillows piled in a corner, as she tired herself out. Once she was comfortable, they began to talk.
The conversation shifted back over to what Bradford had said. More or less, he had the same feelings despite all the changes, which Jynn was having a hard time believing. She listed off all the obvious changes, counting everything on three hands before a kiss on the lips from Bradford silenced her.
“We’ll… figure this out.” He said as he pulled away.
His eyes slowly looked her up and down. Deep in his heart, he couldn’t deny there was a faint fear that something in his mind would shift and he would reject the new her. He didn’t like to acknowledge that with how far they had come.
He moved closer to her before placing a hand softly on the center of her chest. There was some faint hesitation. He felt her heartbeat quicken slightly before she used a few tentacles to move the hand away.
“It’ll… take some time. But…” He let his eyes drift away for some seconds before looking at her. “I believe in us. You’re still beautiful to me.”
Jynn’s face flushed purple before she whipped her head away. Her gills shuddered. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for some time as her face grew a brighter shade of purple.
Bradford held in a snicker as he could faintly pick up that Asaru was saying something encouraging to her.
“Thank you… For believing… even if I’m unsure.” Jynn said meekly. She reached up and stroked his cheek. He smiled.
He found one of her free hands, took it, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Think positively.”
She snorted. “Funny, coming from you.”
He rolled his eyes, but a chuckle came out. “I’ve… gotten better with your help and Dr. Veer.”
A little laugh came from her before it trailed off into a more despondent one. Looking away from him, she gestured with one of her free arms at her body and then her face.
“You really still find this ‘beautiful’.” She couldn’t help but question that.
He is being 100% truthful. Your bond with him is damaged, but you can still sense that. Asaru’s voice was barely audible. He sounded a bit peeved that she was questioning that. She rolled her eyes.
Closing his eyes, he let out a sharp snort. Should have expected this. “Yes.” He didn’t mean to sound blunt, but it came out like that.
Really, I wish I had that ring on me. Not like it would fit on her hand now. He was thinking of a way to try and convince her he was being truthful.
“Though we weren’t quite at that stage in our relationship yet…” He let his voice trail off as he let his eyes wander across her body. How so much of it was different, and yet oddly the same.
Noticing how he was looking, Jynn’s chest started to flush red before plumes of purple took over. Shifting her arms, she tried her best to cover herself; a pair of arms tried to cover her double set of breasts, and another tugged at a blanket to cover her lower half. It was mainly done out of personal dislike of her altered being.
He wrinkled his nose for just a moment before shaking his head. He drew himself close to her face and whispered in a low, husky tone. “I would still propose to you now. Right now.”
She froze, hearing that. Her tail flicked around as she studied his face. It was serious as ever. “S-seriously?”
Told you. Asaru tutted. The barely audible interjection made Bradford stifle a chuckle. Jynn glared, but mostly at Asaru.
“I have a ring waiting back on the ship, already to go.” He continued in that low tone. Raising a hand to her face, he gently stroked under her chin. “Though… have to get it resized or strung on a necklace. Whatever you would like.”
A brief hm came from her, making her throat tremble. Her own tumultuous thoughts clouding her mind, she brought a tentacle to his head. The bulbous tip gently pressed against the center of his head before it began to softly glow. The man winced as their damaged bond was probed. Strands struggled to reconnect, but enough came together for her to find just what she was looking for.
“Oh… oh…” She quietly muttered as she felt his true feelings and worries. “You’re not joking.”
“No.” He nodded. “I wouldn’t joke about this. Especially with how you’re feeling.” Leaning in more, he kissed her on the lips. “I love you, Jynn. Now, forever, and always.”
Her throat trembled as she made some uncomfortable clicks and caused her gills to shut. She looked away from her before one of her arms wrapped around him and pulled him down and closer. It didn’t take long for her to wrap her other arms around him and for her to press her head against his.
“I’m… sorry…” Her voice cracked.
Bradford wrestled his arms free so he could touch her face. “Don’t apologize. You don’t need to.”
“But I—”
“That’s an order.” As serious as his voice was, there was a faint tease to it. He was repeating something she would tell him when he would get himself worked up about some minor detail of their private courtship.
“Okay.” Just a faint snort slipped out, and a meek reply.
It took some time before she released him from the hug, but he stayed close.
In between Jynn wanting to re-tread old discussions on what happened when XCOM found her and Asaru again, as she felt like she could never stop apologizing for nearly killing them with a vicious psionic life force drain, she hesitantly showed him her body. Though he had seen her altered naked form numerous times by now, but not in a more intimate fashion. And then she didn’t exactly like being touched by anyone or anything, with how sensitive every fiber of her being was.
Bradford had to tell her to stop apologizing for what happened during that rescue mission. No one was holding that against them due to their frenzied state and the pure chaos of the situation, as the Elders were constantly teleporting in units to try and capture them. Unless she wanted him to comment, he just let her make small comments here and there as she pointed out what was new. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to grab his hand and gently guide it around her body. He nearly resisted, but her claws tightening around his wrist for a split second made him relent.
She’s doing this for a reason. Calm down. He thought to himself. He could faintly sense the tension of self-loathing and embarrassment from Jynn. A minuscule fraction of disbelief remained that he would never truly love this new her that would most likely be permanent. It just made him sigh. Despite not wanting to think about it, some part of that could become true once things got “better.”
Eventually, Asaru was dragged into their conversation when they started talking about their relationship again. Asaru was almost hesitant to voice his thoughts, sensing the ebbing and flowing of muddled thoughts from both of them, but he spoke of how he would be intruding more on the two’s private conversations due to the changed state of his and Jynn’s bond. He couldn’t exactly “fade into the background to ignore and be ignored” like he could before.
Bradford said that had crossed his mind, but he felt like they would be able to figure things out when both of them were in a more stable condition. Perhaps by then, Asaru could “fade away” again and not be more of an awkward third wheel than he already was. Throwing the alien a bone, he pointed out that Asaru had been doing pretty good with giving the two private time and rarely intruding unless something was urgent.
It was just the right amount of reassurance, the strange alien(and Jynn) needed.
As their conversation dwindled to a natural lull, Jynn pulled Bradford down into a hug again. Despite all her nerves screaming at her, she really wanted to snuggle. Something she missed doing.
Bradford happily obliged, sensing that he was helping her, and by extension, Asaru, stay calm. He just reminded her it couldn’t become a hard nap, as sooner or later, Geist would fetch him as he had to return to his duties on the Avenger. She grumbled at that and just tightened her grip on him.
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About two hours passed before Geist contacted him again. A fresh change of clothes and lots of towels were waiting for him, and some important information he needed to view. He asked if Bradford needed assistance coming back to the surface as he had finally locked onto his position, but the man quickly refused it. Bradford did not want to disturb Jynn and Asaru’s better mood.
Waking Jynn from the nap she had dozed off into, it took a fair amount of coaxing to get her to take him back to the surface, as she still wanted some private time with him since it had been some time since they had seen each other in person last. And then, she and Asaru had a faint feeling Geist would want to run some quick probing checks to make sure this little stunt didn’t undo anything. But, after a little more coaxing and a promise to come back around as soon as possible, she took him back to the surface.
The two apologized quite a bit to him as they helped him out of the water, but Bradford wasn’t upset.
Jynn and Asaru would have gone back down to avoid the Templars, especially Geist, but that sweet, alluring smell of fish caught their collective attention. There was a growing knot in their stomachs, and a nasty gurgled growl soon followed. It had been some time since they had eaten.
Bradford grabbed his fresh clothes before he was escorted to another room to change. Coming back, he noticed one of the Bridge crew was there with a laptop.
“What’s going on?”
They handed the laptop over to him and quickly updated him on everything going on regarding ADVENT activities and the Resistance. The Elders’ retaliation attempts were still coming in relentless waves, but in turn, the executions were growing increasingly sloppy. None of the Chosen were there to lead the major assaults. ADVENT unit actions were de-synced, leading to many occurrences of the attacks being turned on their heads and some units outright defecting with a little nudging for psionic capable combatants. It was a mess. Whatever Jynn and Asaru did those days before they had found them had severely affected the Psionic Network.
So, it was a mix of good and bad news. Bradford gave instructions for some squads to be assembled and sent out, and for them to hit up the local Skirmisher clans for some assistance. They needed to provide support where they could and move civilians to safety. Geist butted in and offered the services of his people so they could teleport to each location. Much faster than having to travel via foot or by vehicle. Bradford accepted.
Bradford sent the crew member away, but kept the laptop. He glanced over to where Jynn was and held back a snort. She was really tearing into those fish like there was no tomorrow. Shredding them into bits, throwing scales and bones everywhere.
With laptop in hand, he headed over to her.
“Hey, Commander,” he softly called out to her, “want some updates on how the Resistance is going?”
Pausing halfway through biting into a fish, she looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
Once he reached her, he sat down and turned the laptop towards her. “Feel like it would be best to keep you, both of you, in the loop.”
She glanced down. Teeth slowly pulled away a chunk of flesh to munch on. “Maybe...” She spoke with a faint voice. But she moved closer to him, soon peering over his shoulder.
He updated her on how things had been and what was currently going on and would occasionally nudge her(or Asaru) into giving input on where XCOM’s focus should be. She was slow to respond, but with enough prodding, that old leader in her came forth and gave some orders.
Bradford stayed for a few more hours until Jynn said she and Asaru were tired. He said he understood and would come back in the morning unless something happened. She gave him a tight hug and a peck on the head before diving back down and heading for that little cave.
Geist was fine with him coming back and even encouraged it. He had a strong feeling the two would react to the psionic treatment better if they continued to see friendly faces. That was some comforting news for Bradford. Though he told Geist they would have to hash out all the details, as he wasn’t sure how long they would be in the region. Never a time for rest for XCOM.
Who knew what the future held, but that glimmer of hope burned bright within his heart.
Feel like posting this sketch. Slowly shaking off that art block ~
Fully upgraded Warlock put up a good fight, but Commander and crew took him down. Now, Jynn and Asaru have a little chat with him before breaking his neck sending him off to his pylon one last time.
Full story blurb when I finish the colored version.
Giving into a friend’s gentle nudging to draw or write something more wholesome and positive since I’ve been in a sour mood as of late. nervepainSUCKSugh. But thanks friend, I’ve been needing something positive.
So sometime/years after the war, Bradford just relaxing at their home with his 12ft hybrid jellyfish fish wife with the Merged!Jynn after a very long week. May not have the best of singing voices, but Jynn loves it and keeps her calm. Samewiththetwins.
