#failsafe things

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Can’t Stand the Rain | The Rescues

==> Cruxis: Recall

Drip. The sound of another explosive going off fills the room. Then silence. Followed by an unintelligible order.

Drop. A cacophony of gunfire and yelling fills his senses. Did it hurt more knowing that the mute natives of this planet were not the ones doing the yelling? Their hands, their only form of communicating their fear, busy hurriedly grabbing at their belongings in a fervent attempt to evacuate the inevitable?

Drip drop. Smoke fills his lungs. The generation forests are on fire. There were the three that surrounded the town they were in and the one that lived in the heart of it. Cruxis chokes on the burden of knowing their young were stuck in there. Too young to live independent of the trees, yet.  This was not how it was supposed to go. How did the invasion go so wrong?

Drip drop drip. A shrill scream fills the air and then the world falls silent. He almost missed the sound of the gunfire in its wake.

Thump. Nehls body falls to the floor lifeless. Blood pours from the wound in her chest and comes to a pool just under his bed. He wants to reach out to her. To hold her and make it all okay. But he cannot move. He only watches.

The rumble of thunder shakes the foundation of his hive, it is enough to snap Cruxis back to reality. Alone in his hive, staring blankly at the spot on the floor she’d fallen to. It was a relief to see that it was gone.

The shower finally breaks and Cruxis turns onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

~) Oh am I unrea(S)onable now? Becau(S)e you've known him for three S)econd(S and have fallen for hi(S trick(S? (~

~) Nevermind S)omeone who had lived with him for S)weep(S, lo(S)t their home to him, and more important member(S of their family to him? (~

~) Maybe my feeling(S toward your preciou(S Fail(S)afe would be more valid if I lo(S)t a body part to him a(S well. (~

~) Oh, actually. Hm. That i(S on the checkli(S)t already. (~

My first fantroll was Areios! I made him when I was like fourteen/fifteen I think and he’s pretty much like my most basic troll too. But I’m too nostalgic over him to actually like make any real changes to him.

He’s a history buff and he’s also just a very soft troll in general, he would readjust his entire life to just to see that the other guy is comfortable.

My newest troll is Cruxis, or Failsafe. Well okay he’s not my newest but the most recent one with an intro, I think. I could be wrong. Anyway! He is a former fleet general that fucking Loves Birds and looks like he would kill you if you blink at him wrong.

Failsafe was drawn by/adopted from Rene!

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Your name is Cruxis Cathar and your days of glory are far behind you, and they’re never coming back. That’s fine by you, glory is and always has been overrated. Falconry has been a much better fit anyway. Less people and more of the strategizing you love so much to do.

In a past life you were a highly sought after General in the Imperial Fleet, your strategies for invasion went largely unparalleled for many sweeps -- There was never an invasion under your keen eye that failed. Until, well, there was. One could chart your fall from grace from that specific failure. If they were privy to that knowledge. If anyone privy to that knowledge had the gall to say so to your face. You were a force to be reckoned with long before your rise to military fame, and you maintain this status despite all that has happened to you. That is about all you are ever willing to share about your military history when asked directly, and anyone who doesn’t know about the fabled Failsafe will have to find the information elsewhere. Which is probably not too trying to do in the first place.

Your life presently revolves around birds of prey. Here is a fun secret about birds of prey and the difference between them and people; The birds do not push boundaries, and they certainly do not force societal conventions on you. Nature has always been leagues better than people anyway.

You have been back home for a handful of sweeps now and, needless to say, you are not very popular in fleet circles back home. They would say things like “Ruthless” and “Void of Emotion” and other over the top descriptors such as that. This would be a hard blow to your ego, maybe, if you ever actually cared about what anyone ever had to say like… Ever. Jealousy is so unbecoming to the dignity of a soldier.

Regardless, you maintain that you were just doing what you were drafted to do, just the same as any other troll. Could they prove that you reveled in the puzzle and problem solving that came with the job? No.

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