#area77

Basically after Convex escaped Season 5 with their spaceship they brought this guy in a cage but .

For some reason the spaceship crashed in S6 (probably Jarvis’ fault) and they lost all their memories of the Vex. The alien was already gone by that time they regained their memories when they found the original vex masks.

Apparently Scar found the alien almost immediately, which is interesting because he didn’t mention it to Cub, his business partner for the past two seasons but he showed it to Doc… much to think about.

These are (from what we could find) the only mentions that didnt get lost to time of where the plotline for this creature was supposed to be going.

It’s also important to note that Scar fed both raw Beef and Etho to the alien, as well as alluding to Bdubs, Beef, Etho and Doc when he mentioned that Some Things had gone missing in the jungle, all of this while talking to Doc himself. That’s all the nHo, who lived in a jungle, we have come full circle LMAO.

…

  “There it is!” Grian hisses, pointing out from his hiding space towards the giant containment cell holding his time machine. “Look!”

  Ren cranes his neck over the crate he’s hiding behind. “Okay, I see it. What’s the plan, G?”

  “We’re gonna break into that cell and fly it outta here.” 

  “I feel like we need something more specific than tha-,” starts Impulse nervously.

  But Grian has already darted out from his hiding spot and is rushing towards the cell. Panicked, his companions follow. 

  Grian is in such a hurry that he doesn’t notice his ankle breaking the tripwire string until his ears pick up the familiar hissing sound of TNT.

  His mouth opens but the warning doesn’t come out in time. 

  BOOM!

  Grian is sent flying into the containment cell wall by the explosion and falls to the ground. Mostly uninjured, he pushes himself into a sitting position, but a second explosion slightly further down the corridor shakes the ground so violently that he pitches sideways. 

  Opposite him, Impulse scrambles to his feet and takes off running down the hallway, flinching as another explosion sounds somewhere to his right. He knows Ren and Grian will be right behind him. After all, who in their right mind wouldn’t run away from the terrifying explosions?

  Grian takes out his pickaxe and slams it into the glass wall, forcing himself to tune out the explosions. He can tell his friends are no longer behind him but he doesn’t care. He’s finally here. All that separates him from his goal is a wall of glass. He’s so close to the end. 

  But just as he breaks through, he feels a sharp pain in his head and his world goes black.

…

  Breathing heavily, Impulse activates half a stack of rockets in seconds, propelling him away from Area 77 and towards the safety of the hippie commune. His landing is nowhere near graceful and his ankle rolls as soon as he hits the ground, but the dull ache coming from his foot is nothing compared to the adrenaline and terror coursing through him. He lies back on the ground in the middle of the commune, feeling his ankle throb, and just lets himself slowly calm down. His heartrate very slowly descends back to normal. 

  After what feels like hours, he hears a noise that causes him to sit bolt upright in a panic. He lets out a breath of relief as he spots Ren stumbling into the commune, dazed and looking very much worse for wear. 

  Impulse forces himself to his feet and half-limps over to meet Ren. “Dude, that was crazy! Are you okay?”

  As he gets closer, Impulse realises with a jerk that Ren’s chin and neck are burnt, though thankfully not very badly. “Oh geez…! Ren, talk to me! Tell me you’re okay!”

  Ren’s numb gaze stares into nothing as he very slowly lifts his head to face Impulse. “Th-The fire,” he rasps. 

  Impulse quickly reaches out as Ren sags forward, taking his friend into his arms. He helps Ren towards the nearest trailer — which happens to be Grian’s — and lies him down on the sofa. 

  As Impulse is getting some water from the sink, Ren reaches up with shaky hands and undoes the buttons on his shirt, revealing his bare chest and stomach. He presses his hand against the stinging area in his midriff. His breath catches in his throat as he feels something hard and mildly sharp sticking out of his skin.

  When Impulse returns, he stares in horror at the sizeable shard of glass embedded in Ren’s midriff. 

  “Oh, no… nonononono!” Impulse hurriedly sets the bucket of water down and approaches Ren, unsure of how to proceed. “Wh-What do I do, Ren?!”

  “T-Take it out,” croaks Ren. 

  “But if I remove it, you might bleed out!”

  Ren nods weakly. “I know. I set m-my spawn before we l-left so I’ll be fine.”

  Even though he knows Ren will just respawn if he dies, a large part of Impulse still wants to save his friend from death. He himself has bled out from an untreated injury before and he knows how painful it is. There’s no way he wants Ren to have to go through the same thing if he can avoid it. 

  At his friend’s conflicted expression, Ren places his trembling hand on Impulse’s wrist. “I t-trust you, Impulse.”

Impulse takes a deep breath. “O-Okay. Here we go.”

…

  Grian opens his eyes and finds himself looking at a grey, metallic ceiling. As he sits up, he realises he’s lying on a hard bed in a tiny cell with a glass front. Immediately, he knows what must have happened. 

  “Hi, Grian,” comes a voice. 

  He scowls as he spots a familiar person standing outside the cell, looking in at him. “Let me out, Scar. NOW.”

  “I’m sorry but I can’t do that.” Scar’s voice is steady. If he feels any kind of regret or sadness at the situation, Grian can’t hear it in his voice. “You were caught trespassing, causing damage to a government facility, and trying to steal government property.”

  “I was causing damage?!” Grian snaps. “You blew up part of your own compound!”

  “The damage we caused was minimal. I’m referring to you breaking into the facility AND into one of the containment cells.”

  “Yeah, to get back the time machine that you stole from me!”

  Scar shakes his head immediately. “Wrong, Grian. We didn’t steal anything from you. That thing was sitting outside in the open and Doc and I decided we didn’t want it anywhere near Hermitville, in case it was dangerous. And you know what? In the wrong hands, it IS dangerous.”

  Grian narrows his eyes. “If you’re implying that mine are the wrong hands, you’re completely wrong. I built it, Scar. Nobody knows the inner workings better than me. There’s no safer hands than mine.”

  After a moment, Scar sighs quietly. “Grian, I consider you a close friend. But this is your first season in Hermitcraft and you’ve already caused a civil war, frenzied the whole server to gather and present you with your own heads, started a game of tag that almost ripped apart several friendships, and now built a dangerous time machine. Don’t you think enough is enough? Is it not time to go back to your base and spend a few months just relaxing and working on your projects?”

  Grian’s steely resolve fails for the first time as he finds himself considering Scar’s words. As much as he loves causing shenanigans, there’s something to be said for retreating to his own corner of the world and just living in peace for a while. There’s a reason why the people inhabiting this world are called “hermits”. For all their love for each other and the collabs they do, they’re first and foremost loners, are they not? 

  But then his mind returns to the present and what just happened an hour ago. 

  “No, Scar,” he snaps. “I want my time machine back.” 

  Scar sadly drops his gaze. “I really wish you weren’t so stubborn. Enjoy sitting in there by yourself, then. And don’t think of calling anyone for help; we tweaked your communicator so you can only see messages, not send them.”

  “Why?” Grian demands. “Why not take it off me or disable it completely?”

  “We’re not animals here, Grian, believe it or not. And besides, we thought you might like to see when someone dies. Seems like one of your hippie friends was hurt in the escape so you might get a death message any time now.”

  Grian’s eyes widen as he watches Scar walk away. He’s been so caught up in his own situation that he completely forgot about his friends. Scar would have mentioned if they had Impulse and Ren locked up here too, so clearly they escaped. But one of them is hurt… and it’s all Grian’s fault. 

  If only he had turned back. If only he had listened to their warnings. If only he hadn’t put his own selfish desire to get his stupid time machine back above the wellbeing of his friends. Now he’s stuck here in a prison cell for goodness knows how long, separated from everyone he cares about, and one of his friends is out there somewhere, dying. And it’s all his fault.