#shatterworld

thanks to @blazewatergem for asking the questions on this one :D

this is the Shatterworld

Here it is - the link to our first @galrabigbang! A lot of life circumstances occurred while we were working on this fic, but it’s going to be posted complete over the next few days. It was such an honor to be in this event with so many talented people. Thank you to my wonderful artists, who put up with all that was going on with kindness and amazing art! Be sure to check out their blogs below!

Title: Shatterworld Authors: Aurum & Sylvyr Artists: @sillyotter & @eatyourgrapes Pairing (if applicable): Thace/Haxus Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: Depictions of violence, injury Summary:  The Galra were forced to give up everything they knew or perish with the planet when Daibazaal was attacked. Scattered across their solar system, stranded on neighboring trade planets, they have to rebuild everything from scratch, including their trust. Ulaz is reunited with Thace when he treats military survivors on board his evacuation ship. In the wake of Daibazaal’s final moments, Ulaz steps from med-engineer to trauma surgeon, entering a a new life with blood-stained hands. Thace seeks any word he can find regarding his mate’s whereabouts — to no avail. Haxus is a noble by birth, known as Teacher. He ushers his class to safety aboard a cargo ship before it's too late. As he negotiates for safe haven with Olkarion, he must face news that his mate’s military fleet has been obliterated in the attack. While Haxus is called to serve their grief-stricken and vengeful Emperor as an ambassador, Thace and Ulaz stumble upon a military commander who’s lost not only his family, but his sight. When the Galra Empire starts to rise in power once more, their shattered lives come together like jagged puzzle pieces — restoring bonds, building trust and facing the corruption growing from within their new world.

[Nah, Anon, you brought this on yourself <3 Thank you for sending this!]

Theyadministered the pain suppressants only after the procedure was complete. Haxushadn’t been allowed anywhere near the lab while it was happening, and that wasprobably safer for everyone involved. When Ulaz accompanied Sendak’s return tohis quarters, he barely met Haxus’s gaze, and he smelled of blood and guilt.Haxus helped ease Sendak down into his nest and Ulaz backed away as soon as hewas settled.

“Soon, he willnot feel the pain—“

“Get out,”Haxus murmured, his claws digging into his palms. He kept his features neutral,but his tone dripped with venom.

“Yes, sir.”Ulaz quickly departed. Haxus felt certain he and Thace would have words later,but now it was time to focus on Sendak.

His newprosthetic was monstrous. Emperor Zarkon had called this procedure an honor,something to strengthen Sendak’s power in the empire. Sendak needed no help; hewas already Zarkon’s personally-trained soldier, with more conquests under hisbelt than nearly anyone else in the main fleet. He did not need an arm made ofmetal and quintessence to be great. But the order had been given, and Haxusloathed that Ulaz would so readily carry it through. A rational part of him,one that Thace would speak to when they had the opportunity, understood that Ulazhad no more choice in the matter than Sendak or Haxus. That didn’t make it anyeasier for him to accept.

Haxus croucheddown at the edge of Sendak’s nest and ran his hand over the length of Sendak’sforearm. The metal was cool to the touch, and he recognized Ulaz’s mark in theway he had designed it. Sleek craftsmanship, functional, a touch of the flarethat somehow managed to follow the Galra all these long years. From thisposition, he couldn’t gauge how heavy the new limb was, what kind of toll it wasalready taking on Sendak’s body. The main port had been built into hisshoulder, and the slow-burn glow of pure quintessence connecting it to the elbowport made the fur on Haxus’s nape stand on end. Sendak would have to learn howto use this arm all over again.

As if Sendakcould sense him near, his head turned, eyes opening slightly. He couldn’tfocus, the struggle of it showed in the crease of his brow.

“Teacher—“

“I am here.Rest, Sendak. You need to recover.”

“The pain…”

“It will easesoon, be patient.”

Sendak’s browscrunched up even further, and Haxus remembered such a stubborn expression on amore youthful and rebellious cub in his first years of training. “They said…itwas an honor.”

Haxus had neverheard his voice so thin before. Once more, his fists clenched up so tightly he couldfeel pricks of pain in his palm. With any luck, Sendak would not remember beingin this state. He forced his voice to stay level, sincere in spite of his anger.“I am proud of you, Sendak.”

Those wordsseemed to ease the tension tangled up in Sendak’s face. His ears, pinned backonly a moment ago, flickered and relaxed again. His eyes closed, and he oncemore slipped back into drug-induced slumber. Haxus let out the breath he hadbeen holding and his shoulders sagged. It wasn’t defeat, but rather exhaustionand worry. How much more would Sendak be able to take before the Empiredestroyed him. One way or another, that end seemed to be coming quickly for him.If it wouldn’t be at the hands of a battle Sendak wasn’t meant to fight, itwould be at the will of Zarkon himself – who would keep letting his druids makemonsters out of warriors and call it honor. Haxus feared honor had fallen faraway from the emperor, and soon Haxus and others like him would be the onlyones grasping at what the Galra were.

Guys for my story. They go on a hiking trip together into a fantasy wilderness that kills so many people it wasn't crossed for a long time.

SERGIO NECTRIS, he/him – The mapmaker. He’s scrawny and pale, with short black hair, green eyes. He dresses in long, flowy coats, mostly to avoid getting noticed, but he often carries shiny or colorful object with himself. He uses hereditary magic that lets him communicate with crows. Socially awkward and perpetually lonely, he rarely talks to people. Has learnt some sciences, including cartography, cryptography, and optics. Likes to read in his free time. He struggles with a family headed by a controlling father. 

According to the stereotypes, he’s a black magician; this is indicated by him having eyes that can light up like a cat’s if the light hits them right.

RANRIL HALLE, they/he – The fighter. He’s heavy-set, with a broad shoulder, shoulder-length, straight gray-blue hair, blue markings. He looks considerably more healthy than Sergio, and he dresses a bit more flashily, though his first priority is free movement. He uses hereditary magic that lets him create so-called Sanctuaries, little, peaceful pockets of space that only the people and things he lets in can get into. He’s active and outgoing, prefers either physical activity or talking to his friends. He uses several kinds of weapons well, likes to hike in their free time. Struggles with too much responsibility placed on him too early.

According to the stereotypes, he’s from a freeloading family that has nothing and does nothing.

INGRISS NASSIN-ERNOD, she/her – The magical researcher. She’s lithe and very pretty, with long, brown hair, an always disapproving, lavender-grey gaze. She dresses in light colors, expensive and well-made dresses, usually. She uses partially learnt, partially inherited magic, that lets her create and teleport between little swathes of mirage, and that lets her sense and identify living beings and magical energy. She’s reserved, always proper and polite, someone who can chat with anyone nicely, and who seems unfazed by any insult. She likes to paint on a variety of objects and dance. She knows several social sciences, debating, law, languages, and magical science. She struggles with a need to be perfect.

According to the stereotypes, she’s a fragile, pure lady.

RAENA, she/her – The diplomat. She’s a harpy, with a heart-shaped face, broad shoulders, but thin limbs, she has a pair of pure white wings, and claws. She dresses in anything but her fellow harpies’ clothes, instead modifying anything she can get her hands on. Doesn’t use magic. She’s soft, social and empathetic, a great listener who will mingle with anyone. She sews in her free time, if she’s not out socialising. She has practice with a hunter-gatherer lifestyle and can fight with a spear decently, but she is on the team for her talent to talk to people. She struggles with not having a place to fit in.

According to stereotypes, she’s wild and uncivilised.

SEADEW, they/them – The medic. They are thin and lanky, with a few plant tattoos, and green hair. They wear cheap, simple clothes they can move in easily. Uses learnt ritual magic that lets them heal beings, repair objects, cleanse areas and create protection. They are cynical and world-weary, who will mostly crack rude jokes. They habitually chase any small pleasure they can get the moment they can get it. They like to make music in their free time. They have knowledge of plants, weeds and herbs, and they are used to handling crises. They struggle with not having the means to live comfortably.

This one is pretty long.