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INDIE. SELECTIVE Β - Β ORIGINAL SPACE DEFENDER CHARACTER.
From the writer of the mean, abrasive half-elf that conquered your hearts with horrible decision-making and poor self-preservation, we bring to you THE SAME GIRL, BUT IN SPACE !!
Introducing Maxime Bellerose, adored by Grand, now available in V.oltr.on !
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Iβ¦hurtβ¦
All was agony. Dangling by her wrists, Qessyn hung suspended from the ceiling of the room, battered and bloody. Face smeared with both tears and blood, she struggled to keep her eyes open, fighting to stay awake.
Her commander, Trekhar, sighed. βHonestlyβ¦youβre giving up now? Youβre no fun at all anymore.β He sneered at her, a cruel smirk crossing his face. βBut I suppose a weakling like you was only going to last so long. Honestly, I should just jettison you out the airlock and be done with it. But your wretched father would never let me hear the end of it if I didnβt return his precious daughterβs body to him.β
Tears pricked anew in her eyes, as Trekhar went on. βHmm, how shall I explain your untimely demise? Ah yes. A group of prisoners escaped and savagely beat you to death. Oh, the records will show we tried our best to save you, but your wounds were too great. Tragic, really.β
He pushed her, causing her to swing somewhat back and forth. βYour family still doesnβt know, do they? That youβre a pathetic cowardly weakling whoβs only good for a punching bag? Theyβve never seen your scars? Youβre so good at hiding them. You donβt want your loving parents to worry.β
Qessynβs heart sank. Mom and Dad and her siblingsβ¦they would be destroyed by this. And they would never know the truth. That her own commander was responsible.
Feebly, she tried to cry out, her voice hoarse and weak from screaming. βSomeβ¦oneβ¦pleaseβ¦β
βOh, sweetheartβ¦β Trekhar grinned menacingly, βno oneβs coming to save you. Not even your Lieutenant father. β¦you want to know the best part?β
He leaned in. βYour fatherβs been asking about you. Heβs been worried about you. You havenβt been acting like yourself. He KNOWS something is wrongβ¦too bad he wonβt figure it out in time, hm?β
Qessyn tried to struggle, but her body was too weak. Dadβ¦
She desperately prayed for a miracle.
Someoneβ¦anyoneβ¦please save meβ¦
cosmic-gemstoneβ:
So focused was Trekhar on his victim, he almost didnβt notice the footsteps behind him.
Almost.
Ear flicking, Trekhar turned to the source of the steps, eyes going wide at the person bearing down on him. βWhat in the VOIDβ?!β
He moved to dodge the bayard, but not quite fast enough, the weapon cutting across his bodysuit deep enough to leave a wound, though not nearly enough to stop him.
βWhat theβand just HOW did you get in here, you little brat?!β He growled, raising what looked like an armored gauntlet with monitors and screens on it; based on both this and the goggles strapped to his head, he was involved in engineering of some kind, likely robotics if the gauntlet was anything to go by.
Qessyn was only barely aware at this point. She tried to lift her head, tried to see what was going on, but couldnβt muster the strength. Again, she tried to call out. βPlβ¦easeβ¦helpβ¦β
Trekhar glared. βThat armorβ¦it matches the description of the Paladins.β A wicked grin crossed his features, and he chuckled darkly. βHeheβ¦Iβve been hoping I could take one of you apart! And one drops themselves right on my doorstep, thinking theyβre going to be some kind of hero! HAHAHA!β
[The bayardβs blade met armor, and then flesh, and she stumbled forward as he dodged her, before getting her footing again, spinning around to face him. The look on her face was determined, if not clearly choleric, and her grip on her weapon was knuckle-white. She glared holes into the engineering commander, furious.]
[The demeaning words he spewed did not help that.]
β And here I thought galras could not get any more barbaric, here you are, torturing your own, and gloating about it!Β β
[Of course, humans did the same, but ... well, everyone whoβs anyone knows humans are far, far from perfect.]
β Try me, old man.Β β
[And with that said, she charged forward again, her bayardβs blade aimed at his lower midsection, ready to slash if the stab was dodged.]
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Iβ¦hurtβ¦
All was agony. Dangling by her wrists, Qessyn hung suspended from the ceiling of the room, battered and bloody. Face smeared with both tears and blood, she struggled to keep her eyes open, fighting to stay awake.
Her commander, Trekhar, sighed. βHonestlyβ¦youβre giving up now? Youβre no fun at all anymore.β He sneered at her, a cruel smirk crossing his face. βBut I suppose a weakling like you was only going to last so long. Honestly, I should just jettison you out the airlock and be done with it. But your wretched father would never let me hear the end of it if I didnβt return his precious daughterβs body to him.β
Tears pricked anew in her eyes, as Trekhar went on. βHmm, how shall I explain your untimely demise? Ah yes. A group of prisoners escaped and savagely beat you to death. Oh, the records will show we tried our best to save you, but your wounds were too great. Tragic, really.β
He pushed her, causing her to swing somewhat back and forth. βYour family still doesnβt know, do they? That youβre a pathetic cowardly weakling whoβs only good for a punching bag? Theyβve never seen your scars? Youβre so good at hiding them. You donβt want your loving parents to worry.β
Qessynβs heart sank. Mom and Dad and her siblingsβ¦they would be destroyed by this. And they would never know the truth. That her own commander was responsible.
Feebly, she tried to cry out, her voice hoarse and weak from screaming. βSomeβ¦oneβ¦pleaseβ¦β
βOh, sweetheartβ¦β Trekhar grinned menacingly, βno oneβs coming to save you. Not even your Lieutenant father. β¦you want to know the best part?β
He leaned in. βYour fatherβs been asking about you. Heβs been worried about you. You havenβt been acting like yourself. He KNOWS something is wrongβ¦too bad he wonβt figure it out in time, hm?β
Qessyn tried to struggle, but her body was too weak. Dadβ¦
She desperately prayed for a miracle.
Someoneβ¦anyoneβ¦please save meβ¦
[The mission had been simple, on paper. Infiltrate a galra ship, get to the comms room, steal any useful information, get back to the castle of lions. Easy peasy.]
[In action, however, the tricky layout of galra ships worked as intended, and now Max was separated from the other, sneaking through corridors to try and joins the others again. She almost was there, until she heard concerning noises, coming from a sealed room.]
[Cautiously, she took a peek through the small window in the door, and barely held in a horrified gasp;]
[A galra woman, held up by the wrists, being tortured by what looked like her commander. Max was no galra fan, but ... well, she was hardly a torture fan, either. Crouching back down to stay out of sight, she reported into her helmet;]
β Red paladin to Black paladin. Shiro, I- I found a ... I think itβs an interrogation room. Thereβs a galra woman inside, sheβs being tortured.Β β
[He took a moment to respond, and when he did;]
β Leave her, Max. We canβt compromise this mission. Iβm sorry.Β β
[His answer made her blood boil. He was right, of course he was, he was their team captain for a reason. But she couldnβt just ... leave her, like he said. This was a person, her whole body bloodied and battered, being beaten - probably to death!]
[And so, acting true to the impulsive nature of the red lion, she barged in the room, bayard up and ready for action, barely thinking things through as usual, and charged at the galra commanderβs back, trying to get a hit on him. Almost forgetting her imbalanced odds as a 14 goddamn year old, fighting a fully adult alien armyman.]
[Β what is your place in the royal court ?Β ]
the queen.
dignified in your regality, you are a beacon of reason... the true power behind the throne, you take heed of all, cautious in each move you make. some may call you callous in your calculation, but they do not know your heart.
galransandextrasβ:
Kolivan normally would not give her the time of day. He would have his people attack, and he would have that blade returned. But staring at it, a recognition struck him. That was Thaceβs blade. And Thace had a half human daughter.
That didnβt mean that the daughter was this girl, though. His eyes narrowed behind his mask, and he shook his head slowly. βWe will have you prove it, then. You may enter our trials, and see what you learn- but I will warn you, it will be knowledge or death.β
[Shiro might have tried to dissuade her. Her own logic told her to refuse, to just give up the blade - she wasnβt big or strong enough to participate in whatever trials these people were going to put her through, and even if she was, this alliance mattered too much to put it all on the line over a blade.]
[But she was the red paladin. And the red paladin was not known for itβs great decision-making in the heat of the moment.]
β I accept.Β β
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[The grip on her blade strengthened, her teeth gritting together as a bead of sweat rolled down her temple. She glared a hole into the masked men before her, furious.]
β No!! What do you not understand - I am not giving you this blade! It belongs to me, I told you that already, Iβm not a thief !! β
[The accusation stung, and infuriated her, but even moreso, the implication that her deceased father would be the thief, with this blade being her only relic of him. The implication that her idolized, spacefaring father, would have stolen something from an alien stranger and given it to her. That was unacceptable to the young girl.]
β And neither was my father !!Β β
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β This is Paladin Maxime, paladin of the red lion. Identify yourself.Β β
[Sure, usually Shiro would be the one doing this, but ... as it stands, sheβs kind of on patrol by herself, and there is no Shiro to handle this. And by this, I mean the giant mech that kind of just appeared in front of her.]
Surprise drabble for @galransandextras
It had felt silly the first time she did it, and even years after she begun the tradition, it still felt silly. To record messages for a man who might die before he can listen to them, to update him on a life heβs not living, never will, and can only look back on.
But, if ever they met again, and he was still alive ... she had always justified it by believing heβd find comfort in those video recordings. That, if he may be mourning the joy of seeing his child grow, he could watch the video recording of her very first few wobbly steps, of her first time sayingΒ β dadaΒ β, of the first birthday. He could experience those memories, albeit late.
She exhaled, before setting the camera up on itβs tripod, and pressing record, placing her hair behind her ears nervously.
β Hey Thace. Merry Christmas. This is ... the fourth one Iβm recording, yeah, thatβs right.Β β
Four years heβs been gone ... she looks pensively away, then snaps her eyes back to the lens of the camera, not wanting the pause to feel too heavy, for him to feel guilty.
β Things are going great! Maxieβs happy, Iβm doing great, work has been fine! Itβs just ... you know, work is work. Though nursing is no way near as difficult as being a ... knife? Was it knife ... Iβm sorry love, itβs ... itβs been a while.Β β
A heavy breath, once again. Come on, these recordings are supposed to cheer him up, but all you do is show how much his absence is hurting you. This is the opposite of what youβre going for!
β Sheβs ... started to ask me where you are. You know, sheβs growing up, and ... sheβs starting to understand that ... daddy isnβt here, and other kidsβ dads are at home with them. And sheβs wondering where her dad is ...Β β
β Itβs ... itβs difficult. To have to lie to her, but ... I canβt tell her, we both know that. Itβs not safe for her, and itβs not safe for you. But ... to tell my baby that her dad is dead, and she will never see him ...Β β
She abruptly leaned forward, head in her hands. She wanted to end that recording so bad, scrap it all, try again and with more holiday cheer.
But ... Thace would want her to be honest. Heβd want to know how things really are.
Sighing, she lifted her head back up, fingers entwining together.
β ... but, I think sheβs enjoying what I came up with last year. Taking Christmas photos for you, to send to theΒ βheaven postal serviceβ. She thinks youβre reading the messages she writes on the back of those. I ... Iβm thinking of getting a box to put them in, and give it to you if ... if you come back. Alive.Β β
With teared up eyes, she looked into the barrel of the camera, and she could see herself in the small mirror at the end of it. She looked miserable.
β ... I know itβs ... not likely, that you do. I know the odds youβre facing are near-insurmountable, but ... Maxime is such a headstrong child, you know, and ... I like to think some of that is from you, and youβll pull through, and youβll come back, and youβll meet her.Β β
...
β Merry Christmas, Thace. I love you.Β β
[ VID_062.mp4 ]
β Is it still a mice infestation if the princess endorses the miceβs presence ? β
Starter Call !
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[. Cursing the dash with knowledge that Kitβs father is a canon galra .]
Sendak forced a gay kid back into the closet, 100% canon not-clickbait.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the deepest parts of me Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β are quintessentially damaged;
[.Β HomeΒ .]
A gift for @impfiltrationβΒ !! Not exactly from Maxβs Vol//Tron AU, as she is half-elf here and not Altean or fully Human, but itβs got Vol//Tron so eh !
[.Β DriveΒ .]
thanks to @impfiltrationββs Katie for making an appearance, as always !
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This drabble is set in the COMMANDER SENDAD verse, shared with @impfiltrationβ and @galransandextrasβ. I do not apologize for this.
Angry tears rolled down her cheeks, burning in their heat as she punched the cell door as hard as her hands could, ignoring the shooting pain in her arms each time she did. She wasnβt a good fighter. Never was.
Perhaps thatβs why she was captured so easily.
Galran cells were not unfamiliar by now. Desaturated purple walls and dim lighting. Nothing around but those walls, the floor and ceiling, and the cell door, from which she could see the outside from itβs small window. Well, emphasis on could - she was too small to peek out of it.
She finally stopped punching after a few minutes, turning her back on the door and letting herself slide down alongside it, until she was sitting on the floor, upon which she curled up in as tight a ball as she could, arms wrapping around her knees in an instinctual attempt at comforting herself. Oh, how she wished she was home right now. How she wished her mom was there, holding her in her arms, kissing her head and telling her everything would be alright. Or that she could wake up from this horrible nightmare, and be safely back at the castle of Lions. Or at the garrison. Anywhere but here.
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βMax? MAX?!β Her hands are a little too busy making sure the entire mission doesnβt go belly-up, so Katie just makes a guttural, βUghh,β sound and rolls her eyes. The alarms were starting to get on her nerves, right before Katie finally managed to shut them off. She sighed, then, and pretty up slouched over the terminal, as she called Max back with an earful at the ready.
βHello? Extraction when??β
> Oh, hello thereΒ ββ Master HackerΒ ββ. Seems you figured your alarms out, huh ?
The distinct sound of muffled snickering came through the intercom before she continued;
> Extraction on itβs way. Seems like you do need some outside help, mmh ?
The turns are tabling so hard.
