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Chapters: 2/4
Fandom: XCOM (Video Games) & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Berserker (XCOM)
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Berserker (XCOM), Muton (XCOM), ADVENT (XCOM), Avatar (XCOM)
Additional Tags: Medical Abuse, Child Abuse, Rescue Missions, Revenge, Past Child Abuse, confronting the past, Infant Death
Summary:
On what was intended to be a standard ADVENT facility mission, Diane "Cargo" Freeman and her allies find out: this particular facility is in the process of modifying muton children into berserkers, when one of those children escapes to them. Cargo's wife and commanding officer Echidna, a berserker herself, knows exactly what those kids are expected to go through. Set off by the horrors of her own past, Echidna barrels forward, and Cargo follows, anxious to learn at long last just how painfully a berserker's childhood dies.
After some minor input from some friends, and me doing a little bit more thinking, and he’s finally got a name. Jasper. Figured I change Gresham to Graham too and then I liked Gaz enough to make it a nickname for him.
So did roughly the same health progression thing I did for Jynn awhile back. Things go roughly the same for the two with a few differences here and there.
And bonus sketch of the two meeting after the weird switcheroo and bonding over how their lives are complete messes.
I know i havent been too active here (and im sorry for that) but my friends got me into XCOM and ive been playing it a lot lately so! here are some drawings ive done of my soldiers :]
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(XCOM) Chosen Stories From the War #2: We’re Not Using the “Zed” Word
For a month, Kon-Mai stayed secluded in the XCOM medical bay, spending most of that month sleeping, in deep meditation, or staring at the ceiling while her thoughts tangled in her mind. Her wounds, despite Malinalli’s assurances, were deep and painful, and often seemed just on the cusp of infection. Her IV contained one dose of antibiotics after another and, when the pain got too bad, the occasional shot of morphine so she could relax enough to sleep.
Seclusion leads to depression. Kon-Mai had never been very social with her brothers before, but being surrounded by the unfamiliar faces of people who kept you at arm's length, it was beginning to wear on her. Tygan was one of the only people who didn’t seem to fear her, but his social skills were lacking to say the least, and thus she didn’t trouble him for conversation.
Her only respite was Malinalli. While often swamped with tending to other injured soldiers, when her nurse could get a moment she would come change her bandages or refill the IV, and then take a bit of extra time away just to talk. She was much more talkative than Kon-Mai would ever be, but even listening to the human girl ramble was a nice reprieve from the solitude.
“I think you need a break.” The girl said to her one morning while changing Kon-Mai’s bandages.
“I have been resting diligently for weeks on end.” Kon-Mai replied. “I am already in the middle of ‘a break’ as you say.”
“I think you need a break from resting.” Malinalli pouted. “You don’t talk to anyone besides me.”
“They do not wish for my companionship.” Kon-Mai tried to sound dismissive. “I am used to being solitary.”
“Is that why you look so sad all the time?”
“I do not look sad, this is just the structure of my face.” Her borther had often commented on her “resting bitch face” and while she hated when he did...she ad to agree. She was no pretty sight.
“Mhm.” Malinalli pulled the new bandages tight and tucked them in. “You’ve gotten most of your strength back, haven't you? If nothing else, your wound looks much better. I don’t even think there’s a risk of dehiscence anymore.”
Kon-Mai was silent. While she’d been out of bed occasionally since the last time, it was only with help from Malinalli and while leaning heavily on a walker, and that was only because her medic insisted that she use her muscles so they didn’t atrophy. There was no other reason: she had no need for food of any kind and, thus, no need for the restroom facilities the other soldiers used. She also had not showered or bathed herself since she arrived, but that was less due to her own genetics and more out of...apathy.
“A bunch of my colleagues usually like to meet in the bar to hang out.” Malinalli kept talking. “I want you to come.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll have to decline.”
“I told them you were coming though.”
“What?” Kon-Mai bared her sharp teeth and growled. Malinalli flinched, but only for a split second. She stood her ground firmly.
“I can’t pick you up and force you to go.” She said, “I mean literally. You’re a lot heavier than me. But, I want you to.”
“I can assure you, your colleagues DO NOT want me to join them.”
“I think you’d be shocked.” Malinalli said. “They’re really excited to put a face to the name. Everyone’s been talking about you.”
“They fear me.”
“Yeah but…” Malinalli shifted on her feet. “How do I put this...you have a bit of a growing...fan club.”
Kon-Mai growled. “Wonderful. As if the pathetic civilian stalkers were not enough, the very enemy wishes for my attention. Would they like me to autograph their plastic swords?” She said in a high, mocking tone.
“They admire you.” Malinalli insisted. “Facing you in battle made a lot of us realize we’re woefully unprepared in melee combat. Goldilocks has been trying to make a training regimen based on your work but without you it’s all guesswork, and I know she’d love to learn from the best-”
“Cease!” Kon-Mai held up her hand. “You prattle like a Sectoid! Who is this ‘Goldilocks’?”
Malinalli seemed to smile knowingly. “I could tell you, but it would be much easier to just...show you.”
Kon-Mai bared her teeth, but it was half-hearted. “...I will need garments.”
“You can borrow mine…wait…”
Kon-Mai raised a brow.
“I guess you can’t. Um...gimme one second!”
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Kon-Mai stared at herself in the mirror of the tiny bathroom. She towered over the sink and had to look down in order to see her reflection, but even at that angle she noticed how ragged she looked. The battle had taken more from her than she’d thought it had. Aside from her main, self-inflicted injury, she was dotted with tiny bullet wounds that had bruised as they healed, leaving her peppered with indigo dots.
She reached up behind her head and ran her hand through her...her hair. Her long, white hair. She had not worn it down since...she couldn’t remember when. She remembered being issued her clasps, the tubs with which her hair had hidden behind. She remembered the circlet fitting around her skull, the priests clasping it in place and then drilling-
She ran her fingers along the slight scars along the sides and top of her head: they looked uneven. She supposed the doctors must have removed her circlet? If they’d removed her chip, they must have had to. Now, her white hair breathed again: her eldest brother’s hair was soft and radiant, almost glowing. Hers, in perfect contrast, was knotted, kinky and so very oily from years being neglected, only taken from the tube every few months to be cut down and scrubbed raw. She shook her head, the while curls bouncing around her shoulders, and ran her fingers through it. It only grew from the back of her head and down her neckline to the nape. There already wasn’t much of it, and the way it stuck together made her look as bald as The Hunter. No wonder he wore a hood, it was not a good look on either of them.
Following her scarred hairline, she reached back and felt along the thick scar where her chip used to be. She no longer heard the Elders’ voices, and they could not read her thoughts. To them, she must have been presumed dead. She had expected the emptiness in her mind to be stifling, but for perhaps the first time in her life, she had been sleeping peacefully at night.
Kon-Mai reached into the shower and turned it on. She was the Assassin, and if she was going to present herself to the enemy, it was on her to make sure she looked presentable.
She pulled off her gown and stared at herself, at her scar, running jagged along her belly. Her dagger had cut so deep; so many torn muscles and arteries, so many split tendons, she had nearly felt her soul leave her body when she drove the blade into her ribs. The fact that the Commander not only saved her life, had brought her back to near perfect health…
She was supposed to die there.
That woman was hiding something.
Kon-Mai stepped under the hot water, shivering at the sensation. She didn’t remember this kind of warmth. Her baths had always been cold, and she herself was always...cold.
She hugged herself and just stood there for a moment, feeling the water run over her body.
Then she reached for the shampoo. If she went to all this trouble to take her hair down, she might as well wash it.
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She put her hair into a single braid when she stepped out, not wanting to encase it while it was wet. With that, Kon-Mai dried herself off and reached for the clothes Malinalli had brought her.
They were small, of course. That was to be expected, no one here was even close to her size. The pants she was given were more like shorts, stopping just below her knees and hugging her body where Kon-Mai was pretty sure they were supposed to hang loose. The shirt was a flowy dress that on a human would come down to the knees. On her, it almost reached her waist and hugged her lady-lumps a bit more than she would have preferred. It had no sleeves, leaving her arms exposed. She looked over the glowing veins and…
Shook her head.
There were no shoes that fit her, of course, so she walked barefoot into the infirmary, the cold metal floor biting the soles of her feet. Malinalli was waiting for her, and beamed when she saw her. “You look so pretty! And your hair! I didn’t realize you…” She trailed off.
“I do indeed have hair.” The Assassin glowered. “I simply can’t leave it flying like my brother can.”
“No, no, I totally get it.” Despite her dark complexion, Kon-Mai could see Malinalli blushing. “I have to keep my hair back during work so I understand….”
Kon-Mai said nothing, barely meeting her gaze. “Let us get on with it then.”
“Yeah.” Malinalli held out her hand but Kon-Mai shook her head.
“I can walk perfectly fine, if you lead the way.”
“Okay...the canteen is this way.” She opened the door and held it. “After you.”
Kon-Mai had to duck slightly under the doorframe. Perhaps it was a good thing she was barefoot, she could only imagine the trouble she’d have wearing something akin to heels.
Despite the insistence on her independence, every step Kon-Mai took sent a shot of pain up her legs and into her chest. She clenched her fists, biting her lip and willing herself to keep a steady pace with the small human woman. Thank goodness she was walking slowly.
The canteen was, thankfully, close by. They rounded a corner and the metal shifted to dark, polished wood. The bar was much darker, lit with mood lighting and candles, and Kon-Mai could feel her muscles relaxing in the calm environment.
Until she heard the yelling.
“I TOLD YOU!” A distinctly British voice cried. “WE ARE NOT USING THE ZED WORD!”
“Why not?” Resounded another woman’s voice, without the noticeable accent. If Kon-Mai had to guess, she’d say this one was American.
“Because it’s RUDE!”
“Rude to who, the zombies? They don’t fucking care!”
Kon-Mai heard Malinalli sigh audibly, and she looked over to the source of the nose, where two human women sat at a booth.
“It’s the principle of the matter!” The British one said.
“There is no ‘principle’ to this matter.” The other one began counting on her fingers. “They walk like zombies, they’re half-rotten, they eat brains, they talk in weird growls, they are zombies, so I will call them zombies!”
“They still have human rights!”
“NO THEY DON’T! And neither do we, Princess! Have you forgotten the world ended?!”
Kon-Mai approached the table, and the shadow she cast over it made the two women stop and look up at her.
“Guys!” Malinalli called. “Meet Kon-Mai!”
“Oh!” The British woman, a girl in her youth with short purple hair, perked up. “Oh yes! We’ve been absolutely dying to meet you!” She jumped up, and Kon-Mai noticed that clasped in her hair was a little tiara. “Lady Demetria Min of the British Isles!”
“Don’t believe anything she says.” The other woman piped up. “You’re not an actual Lady, Princess.”
“Shut up.” Princess snapped.
The other woman looked significantly older, with wrinkles and scars carved in her dark ebony skin, but the bright red hair she sported gave her a youthful demeanor.
“Kon-Mai, this is Zuri Temitope.” Malinalli gestured to the woman.
“I prefer Tisiphone.” The woman smiled, looking the Chosen up and down. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but you...certainly live up to the hype.”
Kon-Mai nodded in thanks, but remained silent.
Tisiphone turned to Malinalli. “Hm. She’s quiet. I like her already.”
Princess pouted. “Well, come on! Sit with us, don’t just stand there!” Kon-Mai yelped as Princess pulled her into the seat beside her.
“Maybe she can finish this debate for us.” Tisiphone said as she sat back down. “So. I say that the Lost should just be called ‘zombies’.”
“And I say that it’s rude to call them the zed word, and ‘The Lost’ is more politically correct!” Princess countered, her tone rising.
“I’m not fucking worried about hurting the zombies feelings, Princess.”
“It’s not about feelings, it’s about what’s right!”
“What do you mean what’s right? Our job is to mow them down like grass!” Tisiphone turned to Kon-Mai. “But what do you think? Your perspective is probably a lot different.”
“Yes. Tell her I’m right.”
“Shut your goddamn mouth, Princess.”
Kon-Mai blinked as the two women finally fell silent, staring at her expectantly.
“I believe it was one of your kind that said, ‘a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.’” Kon-Mai said slowly. “What you call them does not matter, or change what they are. As long as you can do what must be done and eliminate them.”
“Oh fuck off.” Tisiphone said. “That’s a non-answer. You gotta pick a side.”
“Guys, come on, she said her piece.” Malinalli cut in. “Don’t badger her.”
“Why do you object to their current title?” Kon-Mai asked Tisiphone.
“It sounds like some sci-fi fantasy bullshit. Zombies have been part of human mythologies for centuries and everyone knows the term. Calling them ‘The Lost’ is just needlessly complicated.”
“Of course it is!” Princess cut in. “Everything is complicated right now, Tisiphone! But we have it so much easier compared to them, the way they’re suffering. Even if I gotta put them down, I don’t wanna forget that they are human, just like us.”
There was a brief silence, in which Kon-Mai’s eyes drifted to the hallway and she, unfortunately, locked eyes with a familiar Skirmisher woman.
“Betos.” She hissed, and hid her face with her hand, but it was too late. The conversation died at the sound of combat boots clomping their way towards the group.
“The Commander instructed me to fetch you.” Betos’ gravelly voice sounded too close for her comfort.
Kon-Mai looked up briefly, again catching Betos’ narrowed, yellow eyes.
“I did not expect to see you here.” she said as she stood, Princess helping her to her feet.
“My soldiers are here, and thus so am I.” Betos turned to Malinalli. “You are dismissed.”
Malinalli stammered. “I need to return the patient to-”
“When the Commander is done, she will page you.” Betos said firmly. “You are dismissed. Go back to your post.”
Malinalli looked warily to Kon-Mai, who gave her a nod.
“...Understood.” Malinalli mumbled as she left.
“It was nice meeting you!” Princess called after Kon-Mai. “Come back sometime, alright?!”
Kon-Mai did not answer her.
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Betos’ pace was much faster than her human nurse’s, and despite her best efforts, Kon-Mai found herself falling behind. She dared not call out, but she saw Betos getting farther and farther away and knew if she didn’t, she’d get left behind on this damned ship.
Luckily for her, Betos stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face her, her yellow eyes glowing in the low light.
Kon-Mai bared her teeth. “This was your plan, then? Lead me away, so I would be helpless, and then strike me down?” She nodded. “A devious trick, but it has worked. If you wish to kill me, now is your time.”
“Believe me, if I wanted to, you would already be dead by now. Dead and rotting in your stronghold, where your poor brothers would find the broken body of their little sister, and they would know that your life was taken by your own hands...” Betos shook her head. “But no. No, it’s not enough. Killing you, it wouldn’t be enough.”
Kon-Mai’s goading smile fell, and she felt a chill run up her spine. “What?”
“If you died, that would be it. You might feel a moment of pain and in the end, you might even beg for repentance. But…” She smiled. “No. I began this journey not so different from you. Mox has killed more than you, lest we forget.”
”Do not remind me of that.”
”I will. You are not the monster you want yourself to be. And I want you to look upon that truth, and swallow it like medicine. I want you to renounce your precious Elders and become exactly what you swore to destroy, to live like us, to truly feel.”
“I did feel, once. You saw it yourself, Betos. And yet you did not seem to care so much then.” Kon-Mai blinked violently, hot tears in her eyes. “...Do not be so sure that anything will happen.”
“We’ll see.” Betos turned her back to her. “It’s why the Commander wants to meet with you.” She continued her pace, and Kon-Mai limped along, trying to catch up.
Thankfully, it was only a few more feet down the hallway that they stopped at a single metal door, upon which Betos knocked. “Commander, I have her.”
The door opened, and Kon-Mai froze.
The woman stood up, her long white hair flowing like it had its own wind current around it. She walked slowly around to the front of her desk and locked eyes with the Assassin, those green eyes glowing with warmth and light and calm. She radiated with ethereal beauty.
“Welcome, Kon-Mai Mordenna.” The woman said. “I am Commander Senuna of XCOM. I’ve been so looking forward to our meeting.”
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(God I’ve been looking forward to this. I’ve decided I’m going to post a new chapter once a week on Saturdays, but I already have five or so written so waiting to post this has been torture.
Now that it’s out, I hope you all enjoy!
Also extra credit to the people who catch the “Shawn of the Dead” reference.)
Not feeling well enough to work on art so I’m coloring some sketches.
My XCOM Commander Jynn Gresham Reeves. Still tweaking her design a bit but the left is pretty much her finalized design minus the final evolution of her marks. On the top right is when she’s initially rescued. Scars across her nose is from when she was captured.
Minor-ish spoilers for the fic I’m working on... well trying to work on. The marks are from the Elders and were a prelude to her eventually being converted into a Chosen. Back on the left I’m planning out the evolution of her neck and body markings when that happens later in the story.
Mildly looking forward to writing whe she and Bradford start awkwardly dating.
And copying the dialogue for the bottom left sketch from an older post under the cut
“What do you want me to…. talk about… this time?” Always he was a little hesitant of these mind meld sessions. Yet he couldn’t lie, they had been helping him.
“Whatever crosses your mind John.” She softly chuckled. “I’m not picky.” She waved her hand above his head. That familair faint blue glow started to fill the room.
“Right right…” He chuckled then sighed. Memories started surface as she worked her magic with those odd psionic circles. “I guess I should finish up that painful one.”
“That one haven? Talked about it with the crew earlier?”
“No, not that one,” he closed his eyes and grumbled, “when XCOM fell and I… was a mess.”
Just my Commander Jynn trying to get Bradford to relax after three rough operations back to back and him talking about the past to the crew but keeping several details very guarded which only makes him stress himself out. The sessions help out a lot and the two really bond through them.
