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Titan Guard© Masterlist

Main Story: 

A race of aliens known as Maltrinites have been fighting a war for over 400 years, a bitter conflict between the Pax Rebels who seek freedom from oppression, and the Dicio Council who seek to regain total control of the planet Maltrina. The war devastates the lives of all involved in some form or another. In the Earth year 2041, a group of elite Pax Rebel fighters crash on Earth during a mission to acquire new weapons and gear. They now find themselves struggling to find a way home, all while a Dician ship hunts them across the planet Click here for the full list! 

Alek and Banévar: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

The Downtrodden: Alek’s Backstory

The story of a young Pax Rebel caught in the worst of circumstances. 30 years before joining the Titan Guard, Alek was taken prisoner by the Council’s forces. A year passed before he was found, the only one left alive. Click here for the full list! 

Revolution: The Early Years of the War

A young Rebel joins the efforts to help his people and his world against the ruling Dicio Council. It’s a time when those close to him show their true colors, and he finds that people aren’t always who they seem to be.

Beginning of a Rebellion

Assassination attempt

Character Art:

- Alek 1, 2, 3 (Lovely fanart 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

- Alek and Macxè 1, 2

- Ganex

Mood boards:

Hiya! I know I haven’t been as active on this blog as I have in the past. I’m still getting used to my new job and figuring out grad school for the fall. But more excitingly, I’ve been working on a few WIPs that I’m hoping to share very soon, including the first installment of my first collaborative write! It’s a bit of a curse being a slow writer who wants to share new content as soon as possible. In the meantime, here are a few short paragraphs from unfinished WIPs that’ll hopefully be done soon: 

He’s restrained to the wall, surrounded by a couple dozen humans, some eying him but most seem to be preoccupied with their own tasks. Several wear white lab coats as they work with computers and various machines, while a few others are clothed in black armored gear and carry heavy guns at attention against the opposite wall. It takes Alek a moment to realize not all of them seem to be fully human. He sees a couple figures in lab coats with brilliant coloration, one with scales and a tail that swayed back and forth and another with translucent wings folded neatly on their back. Another turned his direction and he saw four deep black eyes and horns poking out of their forehead. There were others, beings Alek knew the humans would see as aliens who worked so calmly and succinctly with their human counterparts. Almost like they had been doing this for a while.

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“What makes you think you can do anything to stop me from doing what I want?” He brought his hand close to Alekoran’s face, hovering the tips of the knives by his eyes and cheek. Alekoran’s breath was caught in his throat, burning with fear of the sharp tips piercing his skin. He tried to hold back a cry as Inangé raised his index finger between his eyes, pressing carefully into the middle of his forehead. Blood drew forward as he pressed harder into the skin. Alekoran winced at the dragged slicing in the cut, blood running down his nose and to his lips. He couldn’t blink, couldn’t breathe or move or think. All he could do was stare into Inangé’s cruel, indifferent eyes as he cut deeper into his skin. When he stopped at the middle of his eyebrows, only then did Inangé pull away and let Alekoran slump forward in his seat. 

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“No, please! Don’t—Don’t hurt him, don’t, please!” 

“It’ll be okay, Macxè!” Alekoran tried not to let his voice crack with tears. “Don’t fight them. I’ll be alright!” 

“Shut up.” One of the guards holding him growled just as both threw him against the far wall. His shoulder cracked against the stone surface and he fell to his knees. He groaned, his eyes going immediately to Macxè. He watched the guards bring up a short chain anchored to the floor, locking the end to Macxè’s cuffs behind him. They released him and watched in amusement as he tried to pull forward, the chain already pulled taut and keeping him on his knees. Alekoran watched him tremble with fear. 

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“Hm, okay,” Inangé said to himself as he pulled his hand away and went to lift the prisoner in his arms. He didn’t fight it, didn’t really seem to notice as Inangé lifted him up off the cold ground. Inangé adjusted him so his head rested against his shoulder, and his arms were folded close to his chest. His legs swayed as Inangé turned back for the elevator.