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WHUMPTOBER 2025
day twenty five — collision course
PEGGY CARTER and STEVE ROGERS in
CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (2011)
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kirk and spock sketches based on the collision course novel because i re-read it a couple of weeks ago 🤫🤭 is it good? who cares. there's emo teen spock with long hair happening in there
@corrieweek - alt 1: Time travel
Whumptober 2025 - day 25: Collision course
There is a certain way that the process has to go, Fox discovers.
Fives arrives on Coruscant, confronts the Chancellor, flees. Then at the appropriate hour, shows up at the same warehouse to meet with whoever he is dragging into his conspiracy theory this time.
Fox has heard the spiel enough times by now to believe that the crazed clone might actually be telling the truth. But he never lets him live long enough to see whether he can successfully convince anyone else.
Then the pattern changes.
Fox shows up at the warehouse, but only Fives is there, unarmed and seemingly waiting for him.
It takes a minute for Fox to process the difference, missing the moment Fives stalks forward to jab a finger at his chest.
“Commander, it’s time we had a talk. Would it really kill you to switch your blaster to stun for a change, as the regs say you’re supposed to? Because I’m getting real tired of you killing me. I’m trying to save you all here!”
Fox takes a careful step back.
“I know. Control chips in our brain, Sith in the Senate. It does actually make a lot of sense.”
“Wait, you’re looping too?”
“Yes.”
“Then why do you keep stopping me from telling anyone?!”
“I will let you soon, I promise. I’ll even help you. But I can’t risk the time loop ending yet. This is all going to cascade so fast, and my Corries are right in the blast radius. I can’t protect them if I’m barely hanging on by a thread already.
“Do you know what I’ve been doing with my repeating mornings? Sleeping for more than five consecutive hours. Eating something that isn’t a ration bar. Reading something that isn’t a report. Keeping weight off my ankle like the medics asked. For the first time in months I can think beyond tomorrow because I can keep tomorrow from coming. I have time and energy to actually start investigating the Chancellor’s schemes, and to start planning countermoves. We don’t know that we’ll get more than one shot at this, so we have to prepare while we can.”
“And you didn’t try telling me all this earlier, why?!”
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In that frightful moment, there is nothing that can be done. They’ve made their choice, and now they must live with it knowing that everyone else is safe.
The ship was on a collision course with another planet. The engines had failed, and there was going to be no-other way for a landing they would walk away from. However, in order for the escape pods to function properly, someone had to stay behind.
In the end, your whumpee tricks the remaining stubborn crew into leaving, saying ‘i’m right behind you’ as they pretend to enter the pod last… but instead they shut the doors, and manually release the escape pods.
The planet drew nearer by the second, and at least the pods had enough fuel and supplies to get them to the nearest station. Proximity alarms wail and screech as the ship breaches atmosphere, and for a second your whumpee attempts to take the helm to have some semblance of control. On the glitching radar, the escape pods get further and further away with each passing moment, and for a second the whumpee's pounding heart slows with content. The ship inexplicably heats up from the friction of entering the atmosphere, and through the orange hue fighting the ships remaining shields, the planet below is beautiful - serene and unmarked by man. As tall trees reached to tickle the ship's underbelly, the whumpee takes a seat in the pilots-
-they awake with a start; blearily looking up at the smoking wreckage, alone and in agonising pain.
