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Krasnyy Spartak said:
Slight note to people voting Metroid, while it's a legitimate Chozo name, remember you're likely to meet the actual Metroid creatures so if you go this road, prepare to deal with some slight confusion when people have to call out the horrible energy devouring gelatinous hellbeasts' names which can cause a higher chance of someone getting confused and then having their life force or power core sucked dry or left badly hurt.

And Metroids are no joke, especially Saga's Metroids, without Anti-Energy or sufficiently enervating Dark Energy; not simply cold, cold hurts, but won't be enough to stop them, you need outright anti-energy or embrittling dark energy to neutralise their energy absorption and bio-barriers to freeze them and encase them with the ice generated in the reverse-annihilation process into a more easily shattered state and they still can take a super missile to break after being frozen; they absorb almost obscene amounts of punishment even shortly after hatching or fissioning when exposed to Beta Rays. They can be killed without being frozen via anti-energy but it's generally speaking a slog.

They are very fast, their primary method of attack tends to ignore most forms of durability save for having a lot of energy/life force/shielding strength for them to suck out, surprisingly smart, come in packs, very strong with talons that are sharper than stuff made out of matter should even be able to be, and are prone to unpredictable but always beneficial mutations based on environmental conditions. Also they can copy or transfer powers under the right circumstances as seen in Super Metroid where the Baby Metroid steals Mother Brain's absurdly powerful hyperbeam and gives it to Samus or the Metroid Prime dealing with the various technologies the Space Pirates tried to contain it with by simply absorbing the technologies and fashioning them into its exoskeleton to turn its carapace into power armour.

Of course, if it gets confusing enough, a rename can always be done later should you desire. After all, Samus doesn't know the Metroids even exist yet (the SR388 Chozo were of a different nationality of Chozo than the ones who established the Zebes colony, and while also concerned with the prophecy of the Hatchling, otherwise had rather little to do with their kin) and won't for some time, as Mother Brain won't direct the space pirates to steal some from an expedition fleet returning from SR388 for another three or so years as part of her effort to; post betrayal; provide Space Pirate high command with the means to fight closer to the level of the progenitor civilizations rather than the modern societies.
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i mean changing the name to reference the hunting of Metroids (And Space Pirates) would make sense after the Metroids and Ridley make their appearance, cause we all know those are coming.

Speaking of Ridley, any chance you can give a little insight to how you see his character, i have seen a few different interpretations of him and i would like to know your thoughts.
 
On Ridley and a little on Viper
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    • SteelWriter77 said:
    i mean changing the name to reference the hunting of Metroids (And Space Pirates) would make sense after the Metroids and Ridley make their appearance, cause we all know those are coming.

    Speaking of Ridley, any chance you can give a little insight to how you see his character, i have seen a few different interpretations of him and i would like to know your thoughts.
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    Ridley is a member of a solitary predatory species sometimes called Pterodrakes that doesn't really have the capacity for a broad range of emotions associated with socialisation. One originally native to Zebes but leaving when the Chozo arrived and offered them access to richer hunting grounds if they'd vacate the planet for their own purposes; all save for Ridley who had to be forced out.

    Aggressive, highly territorial, and with turbo-charged predatory instincts and minds filled with devious cunning to devise methods of hunting virtually any prey while having very little fear of death due to not only their raw physical power, ability to create biological shielding or even warp fields to travel between star systems, fire breath and so on but also their incredible capacity to heal injuries; they also rarely tolerated each other's presence. Never really doing so outside of mating season where both individuals would quickly part ways after doing the act and a brief courtship that usually involved killing something and bringing food to the other.

    The siblings of a nest would, like sea turtles; go their separate ways almost immediately with very little if any attachment to each other. Ridley though, was not quite the average member of his species. Ridley was born somewhat bigger and more aggressive than his siblings and ate all of them after hatching first. Why is something he has never explained beyond that he really liked doing it, and it is a question most who give it any thought are afraid that the answer to would only be worse than the bliss of not knowing. Especially since, by his own admission, he would hunt, kill, and eat both of his biological parents to claim their hunting territories for himself so he could eat more frequently.

    He learned to speak through using his species' voice mimickry abilities meant to lure prey, and accepted a position as an enforcer of High Command, one of the executors of that shadowy Council of the leaders of the various component members of their Confederation who could be trusted to helm a Ravager Armada and keep the strongly encouraged ambitions of the officer corps in check. Ridley of course, lacked the social skills to more than academically appreciate the fineries of military command and regarded the busy work of ordering soldiers and ships and especially anything to do with logistics as really, really boring and so left it to his second in commands; Grand Marshal Weavel and Grand Strategos Zenkin to manage the surface troops and ships respectively.

    High Command is generally quite pleased with him as he has no ambition to join their ranks and sit at the proverbial round table; as long as he gets to indulge himself as a predator he's content to serve. The terror of other living beings is like a drug to him, a sign that he has already shattered their defences before his claws even really sink into the foe and he tastes of their flesh. He revels in inspiring fear and sorrow because it makes the hunt easier before he kills his prey, and all other things are in one of three categories; Prey, Threats, or Useful at the moment. He's had plenty of opportunities to have a seat at the table of High Command, but he just doesn't care for it and would not be able to stand being at a desk job.

    Ridley is not an irredeemable monster because that would imply there was anything to redeem in the first place. Ridley is a horrendously violent predator who has never learned that there's more to life than kill or be killed or eat or be eaten. And is now thoroughly unable and unwilling to even try after this many years of slaughter, destruction, and so many crimson feasts. He has no real grand ideology and regards the idea of having to justify himself with a concrete philosophy or political outlook to be insanity; a disease of social species trying to impose their way of thinking on someone who sees themselves as superior for being beyond it.

    What he can't stand though, besides being bored; is stuff that should be Prey not responding with the proper fear. Making things hard for him, making other things fear him less by showing that he is not a cosmic force of terror but simply a clever and vile monster. He wouldn't start to hate Samus for being the girl who lived (though he wanted to murder her immediately when she tried to "befriend" him as a three year old trying to find where her friends and family were as Ridley's personal guard fleet slaughtered K-2L's ten million inhabitants and touched him, something Ridley absolutely hates), nor even really for beating him time and time again. What he wouldn't be able to stand about her, is her overcoming her trauma regarding him because Prey is not supposed to be fearless towards Predator.

    Simply put; there is nothing to ever be gained by allowing Ridley to live. He will never get better, he will never be better. He has no interest in even accepting the premise that there is anything wrong he's doing. He refuses to even accept the premise of morality existing in the first place because he just doesn't get it. What use does a tiger have for the moral philosophy of a deer? There is no point in ever pursuing a nonlethal solution to Ridley and to be frank, Samus is just fine with that.

    This is in contrast to the RAID Operator who lead to attack on Cylosis; the golden void hydra codenamed Viper; who is the way they are because they had multiple heads each with their own personalities and desires all sharing one body and continuing indecision would eventually lead to starvation. They could have either found a way to quickly cooperate and agree to courses for their shared body to take, or one head could dominate the others; with the latter ending up the case as Cobra bullied and browbeat their head siblings into submission and assumed full control. From which they came to believe that all of life is a question of dominance and subservience. With the R.A.I.D's and FCIN's objectives of order at any costs being eminently fitting for their conception of how things should work, and so they have worked up the ranks and hope to one day join the Directors.
     
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    • Krasnyy Spartak said:
    Ridley is a member of a solitary predatory species sometimes called Pterodrakes that doesn't really have the capacity for a broad range of emotions associated with socialisation. One originally native to Zebes but leaving when the Chozo arrived and offered them access to richer hunting grounds if they'd vacate the planet for their own purposes; all save for Ridley who had to be forced out.

    Aggressive, highly territorial, and with turbo-charged predatory instincts and minds filled with devious cunning to devise methods of hunting virtually any prey while having very little fear of death due to not only their raw physical power, ability to create biological shielding or even warp fields to travel between star systems, fire breath and so on but also their incredible capacity to heal injuries; they also rarely tolerated each other's presence. Never really doing so outside of mating season where both individuals would quickly part ways after doing the act and a brief courtship that usually involved killing something and bringing food to the other.

    The siblings of a nest would, like sea turtles; go their separate ways almost immediately with very little if any attachment to each other. Ridley though, was not quite the average member of his species. Ridley was born somewhat bigger and more aggressive than his siblings and ate all of them after hatching first. Why is something he has never explained beyond that he really liked doing it, and it is a question most who give it any thought are afraid that the answer to would only be worse than the bliss of not knowing. Especially since, by his own admission, he would hunt, kill, and eat both of his biological parents to claim their hunting territories for himself so he could eat more frequently.

    He learned to speak through using his species' voice mimickry abilities meant to lure prey, and accepted a position as an enforcer of High Command, one of the executors of that shadowy Council of the leaders of the various component members of their Confederation who could be trusted to helm a Ravager Armada and keep the strongly encouraged ambitions of the officer corps in check. Ridley of course, lacked the social skills to more than academically appreciate the fineries of military command and regarded the busy work of ordering soldiers and ships and especially anything to do with logistics as really, really boring and so left it to his second in commands; Grand Marshal Weavel and Grand Strategos Zenkin to manage the surface troops and ships respectively.

    High Command is generally quite pleased with him as he has no ambition to join their ranks and sit at the proverbial round table; as long as he gets to indulge himself as a predator he's content to serve. The terror of other living beings is like a drug to him, a sign that he has already shattered their defences before his claws even really sink into the foe and he tastes of their flesh. He revels in inspiring fear and sorrow because it makes the hunt easier before he kills his prey, and all other things are in one of three categories; Prey, Threats, or Useful at the moment. He's had plenty of opportunities to have a seat at the table of High Command, but he just doesn't care for it and would not be able to stand being at a desk job.

    Ridley is not an irredeemable monster because that would imply there was anything to redeem in the first place. Ridley is a horrendously violent predator who has never learned that there's more to life than kill or be killed or eat or be eaten. And is now thoroughly unable and unwilling to even try after this many years of slaughter, destruction, and so many crimson feasts. He has no real grand ideology and regards the idea of having to justify himself with a concrete philosophy or political outlook to be insanity; a disease of social species trying to impose their way of thinking on someone who sees themselves as superior for being beyond it.

    What he can't stand though, besides being bored; is stuff that should be Prey not responding with the proper fear. Making things hard for him, making other things fear him less by showing that he is not a cosmic force of terror but simply a clever and vile monster. He wouldn't start to hate Samus for being the girl who lived (though he wanted to murder her immediately when she tried to "befriend" him as a three year old trying to find where her friends and family were as Ridley's personal guard fleet slaughtered K-2L's ten million inhabitants and touched him, something Ridley absolutely hates), nor even really for beating him time and time again. What he wouldn't be able to stand about her, is her overcoming her trauma regarding him because Prey is not supposed to be fearless towards Predator.

    Simply put; there is nothing to ever be gained by allowing Ridley to live. He will never get better, he will never be better. He has no interest in even accepting the premise that there is anything wrong he's doing. He refuses to even accept the premise of morality existing in the first place because he just doesn't get it. What use does a tiger have for the moral philosophy of a deer? There is no point in ever pursuing a nonlethal solution to Ridley and to be frank, Samus is just fine with that.

    This is in contrast to the RAID Operator who lead to attack on Cylosis; the golden void hydra codenamed Viper; who is the way they are because they had multiple heads each with their own personalities and desires all sharing one body and continuing indecision would eventually lead to starvation. They could have either found a way to quickly cooperate and agree to courses for their shared body to take, or one head could dominate the others; with the latter ending up the case as Cobra bullied and browbeat their head siblings into submission and assumed full control. From which they came to believe that all of life is a question of dominance and subservience. With the R.A.I.D's and FCIN's objectives of order at any costs being eminently fitting for their conception of how things should work, and so they have worked up the ranks and hope to one day join the Directors.
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    Me: "Reads This"

    Also Me: "Visibly Concerned"

    Jokes aside, yeah .... Ridley's a pretty big f#*king problem that I hope never finds its way to Earth Bet.
     
    JoeHalo said:
    Me: "Reads This"

    Also Me: "Visibly Concerned"

    Jokes aside, yeah .... Ridley's a pretty big f#*king problem that I hope never finds its way to Earth Bet.
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    Ridley arriving on Earth Bet would mean that High Command considers the issue worth either pulling him away from being one of the Inferno Pack Ravager Armada enforcers or worse yet; it's going to deploy the Inferno Pack Ravager Armada directly. A concentration of ships and soldiers usually intended to wage war across an entire galaxy and even after Samus' father blew up its flagship (Scourge of Heaven) and its Praetorian Fleet when they massively overkilled K-2L (it's like Abaddon the despoiler showing up with the Planetkiller and his personal escort fleet to deal with a single research outpost) only for him to sneak aboard with a few of the militia; fight their way to where the pirates were gathering the stolen afloraltite and ignite it in a zero-point detonation; it's still more the kind of military formation that would be very much an endgame situation. Plus, it's been more than ten years and it's recovered the losses to its Praetorian fleet and received a new Flagship. If the Inferno Pack arrives in its entirety; it would be because the Pirates feel that the battle needs to be won quickly and brutally.

    If they deploy other Ravager Armadas such as Kraid's Jade Carnage Armada or Draygon's Abyssal Demise Armada on top of that; it's because High Command wants the situation resolved favourably as quickly as possible and is fully set on just killing everything to get their way.
     
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    PRT Preliminary report: Samus Eabha Aran & Arne Eriksen Skjoldr
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    • Excerpts from: "Emergency PRT report to White House, Case Name: "Star Children"

    Due to the duo seeming to be reluctant to separate for long in unfamiliar environments, the two are being analysed as a singular unit for the purposes of this emergency report.

    Due to the lack of time, many corners had to be cut to meet the timetables requested by the White House. As such standard formatting had to be dispensed with.

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    Age: Both are fourteen years old at present and were reportedly both born on the Sixth of August, 50,000.

    Samus' Family: Rodney Liam Aran (Father, Deceased), Virginia Orla Aran (Mother, Deceased), Old Bird/Re-Sekh (Adoptive Father?), August Wings/Isa-Hesh (Adoptive Mother?), Grey Voice/Somek-Ka (Adoptive Father?), War Hawk/Horath-Baast (Adoptive Mother?)
    Arne's Family: Erik Ragnarssen Skjoldr (Father, Deceased), Gyda Hildasdottir Skjoldr (Mother, Deceased), Zurvduat (Adoptive Father?), Elmorni (Adoptive Mother?), Ygrak (Adoptive Mother?), Mortirk (Adoptive Father?)

    Samus Classification: Pending further analysis, clearly fits into Brute, Tinker, and Thinker at least. Changer, Blaster, and Breaker can be argued for given uncertain nature of armour. Possible defensive Trump classification? Numerical rating pending.
    Arne Classification: Abilities appear to be broadly identical to Samus', trading a very slight amount of speed for an equally slight amount of strength.

    Samus Distinguishing Characteristics: Extremely strong golden colouration to hair seen in only a small fraction of blondes, intense blue coloured eyes, substantially above average height for a girl her age. Physique unknown until medical exam can be procured. Seems to have a high degree of muscle definition and toning. Flawless skin.
    Arne Distinguishing Characteristics: Exotic white hair colour and red eyes, this seems to be a natural facet of his physiology rather than any sort of cosmetic alteration, exceedingly tall for his age. Physique unknown until medical exam can be procured. Seems to have a high degree of muscle definition and toning. Flawless skin.

    ...

    Samus Personality: The more confident and bold of the pair, extremely kindhearted and intent on protecting people she sees as friends or innocents. Heavy focus on minimising risk to more vulnerable team members and civilians. Easily outraged by perceived injustices and highly talkative outside of combat, easily fascinated by things that stimulate her sense of curiosity. Extremely motivated and pragmatic in combat, seems to favour medium range engagements and a mixture of superior durability, firepower, and a preternatural knowledge of enemy weaknesses and likely strategies. Seems to be focused on overwhelming an enemy's ability to continue fighting until defeat is the only option. Has strong leadership potential if developed further. Seems to have an anti-authoritarian complex born of a strong valuing of freedom.

    Has something of a cheerleader complex where she wants to see people at their best married to a reluctance to allow people she believes are in over their heads to get in harm's way. Largely neutral to antipathic on the idea of nationalism and patriotism, having little investment into what seems to be her home country due to being raised rather distantly from it. While somewhat awkward, she clearly has had some manner of remedial courses to learn how to adjust to more conventional societies and cannot be expected to be completely naive. She also demonstrates some "know-it-all" tendencies, being enthusiastic and eager to demonstrate her knowledge and intellect and is able to discuss subjects that get her attention and hold her interest at extreme length even after long stretches of relative quiet.

    Arne Personality: The more shy and brooding of the duo, shares Samus' kindness and desire to protect but seems to have severe confidence issues despite clearly enormous amounts of skill. Meek and conflict-averse in social situations unless subject inspires strong passions which can instead make him argumentative and sarcastic. Frequently gives cold and quiet glares rather than vocalising his discontent if unhappy with another person's actions. Highly duty focused, lapsing into states of intense concentration where he moves almost as if following a script. Seems to prefer to close in to an enemy to strike a killing blow as quickly as possible, typically meekish behaviour gives way to calculated aggression and precise savagery to end a conflict with a minimum of risk or effort.

    Seems to have a strong distrust of the United States as a whole, turning down offers of working for the PRT twice and showing active disdain for the concept of being an American citizen. Seems to be somewhat paranoid and reluctant to share personal information without Samus' prompting, and appears to possess some manner of psychological dependency on Samus due to her being the more broadly socially functional of the pair. Examination of records also suggests that he is more comfortable talking to women than to men, especially those who present in a fatherly manner and have not wholly earned his trust. Frequently anxious and prone to pauses in his speech or stuttering while also having a craving for company.

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    Overall Analysis: Both possess similar but different makes of Alien modular battlesuits with an enormous range of capabilities that seem to be continually growing as they are exposed to more and more abilities and equipment that they are able to absorb into themselves as upgrades. Based on their demonstrated intelligence they are likely also able to produce their own upgrades if given the time and materials. Both also have access to starships with unknown capabilities beyond possessing flight characteristics outmatching that of any conceivable craft to the point of being virtually physics defying; craft that they seem to be experts in piloting.

    Both seem to have extremely augmented physiologies even when completely bereft of their equipment based on their statements of what they'd feel comfortable with handling. Upper strength and reflex limit is something unknown even to themselves and will likely only grow better as they get older and proceed through puberty. Most extreme display of strength involved overpowering a Nictus shifted into a form adapted to life on a Pulsar and its gravitational pull; most extreme reflex displays include routinely and seemingly easily avoiding lasers even after they are fired, potentially aided by precognition. Durability also appears to be extremely above norm even without access to armour, conventional weapons of any sort would be useless even if they allowed them to hit. Physiology is by what medical data they have chosen to provide, immune to all extant disease or toxins and life expectancy is indefinite. Healing is greatly accelerated but regenerative properties are perhaps their least impressive physical capabilities.

    Both seem to possess both a passive danger sense as well as an active clairvoyance, albeit one that they seem to be inexperienced with due to a lack of training in "psionics and magic", which are by their statements, supposed to only come later in their lives. They also appear to have an inherent immunity to virtually all forms of "instant win" abilities, being unable to have their "souls" attacked by magical phenomenon (see attached files on "Magic" phenomenon), seeming inherent immunity to mind-altering effects or transmutation that also applies to their possessions and armour, an inability for them or their possessions to be directly grabbed via telekinetics, or having effects manifested inside of them through their shielding, armour or bodies. Their armour also has no known means to deactivate it against their will and seemingly cannot be more than briefly inconvenienced by any form of malware or technokinetic abilities. In essence, the only way to defeat them is "fair and square" in a conventional slugging match where they are in their element. They appear to have a significant deal of potential in psionic and "magical" effects that they have yet to unlock.

    Both are extremely skilled, switching between multiple combat forms virtually instinctually even while holding back against most opponents. Their broad range competence extends not simply through many fields of battle but also STEM fields, where their education appears to be virtually peerless. A large number of other skills have been reportedly picked up by the duo, as was principally revealed in the conversation in the interior of Arne's ship. Many of these are hobby related, indicating that despite their battle training and education they were still given space to pursue childhood interests. A great deal of interest in mechanical and software science has been recorded, with Arne's interests appearing to trend more towards the vehicular while Samus seems to be more interested in objects of personal convenience.

    If there is a weakness, it is not physical but instead emotional and psychological. Both appear to be suffering particularly serious cases of PTSD that they are very reluctant to open up about. How they deal with it differs however, with Samus seeming to try and work through it with a rage response to either drive away or smash the trigger while Arne tries to avoid or remove the unwanted stimuli. While the effects of this are as of yet not fully known, observations of a particularly severe episode were made in the Autobot base during a clairvoyance session; where Samus was observed kicking and screaming more in an attempt to lash out at something while Arne seemed to resort more to self-harm.

    Samus will also drive herself to extremes in an attempt to prove to at least herself that she is strong enough to save everyone she cares for, a truly large list of people due to the quickness that she offers people her kindness and compassion. Often with little regard about her own happiness as she pushes herself on a crusade to ensure that the sort of childhood she experienced is suffered by no one else. Arne on the other hand, as mentioned before, is heavily beset by constant self-doubt and a large number of insecurities and suffers from a learned helplessness complex that leads to him struggling to assert himself.

    While Arne did shed blood due to his self-harm, analysis of his genome from the material collected by Battery's offer of a napkin has returned incomprehensible results and a confirmation that Panacea would not be able to, regardless of how much time she had, undo the modifications to his genome in any harmful fashion. Not solely due to their complexity but also because of some manner of inviolable force protecting it. As far as can be discerned, his genome was spliced with a complete inhuman species in a manner that should have been impossible given the radical differences in biochemistry. As far as can be determined, he essentially has two mothers and a single father; a (post)human and the alien figure; potentially "Elmorni" that he speaks of in a maternal sense.

    Spittle analysis from Samus shows similar but once again divergent results, seemingly having two fathers and a single maternal ancestor. The inhuman facet of the genome is radically different from Arne's; confirming that it came from an entirely different species. However despite this, simulations show that they would be able to intermingle with standard humans or each other via sexual reproduction without issue. How this is possible is something that this department so far only has theories, but Panacea's is that the genes are "intelligent" and will adapt their own structures as needed to either reject an infection or combine with a target to allow for reproduction. Something that would also explain Panacea's doubt that cloning them or replicating them for use in augmenting others would be possible for the foreseeable future.

    It is also unlikely that such a program would be allowed to proceed without retaliation, especially given the present impossibility of preventing their armour computers from accessing any data they desire. This may prove to be problematic as the artefacts that they call "progenitor relics" only seem to respond to them due to what could very well be some manner of biological lock. Based on their demonstrated capabilities, even the most poorly reverse-engineered attempts to understand the most basic principles of these devices would advance technological development by thousands of years. Curiously, these locks are bypassed by either of them despite the inhuman portions of their genetic coding being from differing species. A child born from either of them would theoretically be able to bypass these locks. While their young age may make encouraging this eventuality distasteful, the CIA has expressed the opinion that current circumstances require extreme measures.

    Addendum: Genetic samples have disappeared. Shortly after discovering their disappearance, a notice from Autobot command was delivered requesting a discussion at Area 51. Events seem to be related?

    Addendum: A number of PRT officials have formal complaint regarding the CIA's proposal, proclaiming it to be "abominable, crass, and unbelievably dehumanising. Even if they were adults this would be unconscionable."

    Additional Notes: Arne and Samus are in what is an obvious romantic relationship which has held for approximately two years at the present point, brought together by shared commiseration over having been orphaned at early ages by violent intergalactic conflict and then raised by progenitor culture aliens and brought into their warrior tradition. A large number of shared passions, ideological worldviews (general estimation is that both trend towards the political left, with Samus trending towards some form of Libertine Communalism philosophy and Arne towards a more Council Revolutionary mindset), simple attraction, bonding through a number of shared adventures, and having gone through a number of trials and tribulations together only to emerge stronger from it have reinforced these relations.

    Both seem to be positively affected by the relation, with Arne's confidence issues and insecurity regarding whether he is worthy of his position slowly being addressed and Samus increasingly finding that she need not bear all the weight of the world on her own, and that she deserves some time to enjoy herself as well. So far little time has been given to observe either of them on their own to determine what they are like when they are separate. However it is this report's opinion that causing serious harm to one would provoke a violent response from the other. Something reinforced by the loss of virtually the entirety of their birth families at an early age driving them towards clinging much more tightly onto the social relations they still possess.

    Both self-identify as pansexual and their relation is reportedly open. However, the details of the logistics of their polyamorous relations is also something they are understandably not willing to divulge to people they have only met a few hours prior. Further observation will be required. The CIA has suggested earning their trust through romantic companionship via encouraging wards amenable to the idea of joining in an open relationship to date them; or alternatively pushing them towards a monogamous relation with suitable wards to render them more emotionally pliable after encouraging a breakup to their current relationship.

    Addendum: Legend has declared the idea of "tossing a ward at them to get inside of their pants and earn their trust that way" to be "so impossibly disgusting and vile that I can't believe I have to tell you why I am never letting it go through." His statements regarding the secondary proposal from the CIA are not suitable for print.

    Additional Addendum: This plan has received virtually unanimous rejection and complaint from Ward affiliated psychologists with Doctor Jessica Yamada having sent an e-mail to this department titled "I will personally sabotage any attempt to exploit teenage sexuality for political gain."

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    Recommendation: Remain on good terms with. There is absolutely nothing to be gained by antagonising them. With the reports of the Coming Storm starting to flow in, it is likely that the survival of this planet and others will hinge on their actions and the actions of those who seek to aid them or at least function in a co-belligerent role against the threat of imminent alien invasion and interdimensional warfare. Their prior experiences with fighting conflict on a large scale and uncovering complex and entangled mysteries will also likely prove to be vital; as will the difficulty of fully perceiving them through most forms of precognition.

    Some form of propaganda offensive to change their opinions regarding the United States of America may be necessary, perhaps through an appeal to the necessity of the present system as it stands given the technology level of our Earth compared to their far future universally distributed societies. Caution will need to be taken, as it remains unclear for what reasons their birth families were killed. Appeals to the need to impose law and order would likely catastrophically backfire given their origins and the uncertainty revolving the motivations of the attacks on their homeworlds. Based on discussions with Kyrion, Arne's home country appears to be some manner of post-capitalist union polity arranged around democratic economics while Samus' is a federal social democracy; termed the Omdyn of Democratic Council Omnipragmatist Republics and the Galactic Federation respectively.

    Kyrion has declined to provide further information, stating it would be best to hear it from the orphans themselves. Questioning along this line will be necessary to establish the basis of a working relation with either of them. Care will need to be taken, as the circumstances of their orphaning are known to be extremely traumatic and violent. With Samus, in particular, having been more directly exposed to the violence of her homeworld's purgation in her attempts to find her family while Arne has stronger memories of being pursued relentlessly. We recommend dispatching a trained psychologist such as Jessica Yamada to provide a full psychological report when time permits.
     
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    • Krasnyy Spartak said:
    Slight note to people voting Metroid, while it's a legitimate Chozo name, remember you're likely to meet the actual Metroid creatures so if you go this road, prepare to deal with some slight confusion when people have to call out the horrible energy devouring gelatinous hellbeasts' names which can cause a higher chance of someone getting confused and then having their life force or power core sucked dry or left badly hurt.
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    Well, that's simple, we give the Parasite Metroids a different reporting name. Since they're parasitical, and suck out the life force of people, the "X-Factor" that provides life to biological material, we can call them X-Parasites!

    And there's no way that would ever cause its own further confusion down the line, right?
     
    [X]: Duskguard (Affectionate nickname from Elmorni)
    [X]: Dawnchild (Affectionate nickname from Old Bird)
    [X]: Autobots (Strong ties to the Transformers, best mentor options, highly sophisticated technology to study and incorporate, lower numbers, lack of people in peer group, facilities have human comfort mostly as a secondary concern; politically well suited, autobots generally very experienced with working with children.)

    I like alliteration, and I like transformers, I am a simple woman.
     
    Krasnyy Spartak said:
    Ridley is a member of a solitary predatory species sometimes called Pterodrakes that doesn't really have the capacity for a broad range of emotions associated with socialisation. One originally native to Zebes but leaving when the Chozo arrived and offered them access to richer hunting grounds if they'd vacate the planet for their own purposes; all save for Ridley who had to be forced out.

    Aggressive, highly territorial, and with turbo-charged predatory instincts and minds filled with devious cunning to devise methods of hunting virtually any prey while having very little fear of death due to not only their raw physical power, ability to create biological shielding or even warp fields to travel between star systems, fire breath and so on but also their incredible capacity to heal injuries; they also rarely tolerated each other's presence. Never really doing so outside of mating season where both individuals would quickly part ways after doing the act and a brief courtship that usually involved killing something and bringing food to the other.

    The siblings of a nest would, like sea turtles; go their separate ways almost immediately with very little if any attachment to each other. Ridley though, was not quite the average member of his species. Ridley was born somewhat bigger and more aggressive than his siblings and ate all of them after hatching first. Why is something he has never explained beyond that he really liked doing it, and it is a question most who give it any thought are afraid that the answer to would only be worse than the bliss of not knowing. Especially since, by his own admission, he would hunt, kill, and eat both of his biological parents to claim their hunting territories for himself so he could eat more frequently.

    He learned to speak through using his species' voice mimickry abilities meant to lure prey, and accepted a position as an enforcer of High Command, one of the executors of that shadowy Council of the leaders of the various component members of their Confederation who could be trusted to helm a Ravager Armada and keep the strongly encouraged ambitions of the officer corps in check. Ridley of course, lacked the social skills to more than academically appreciate the fineries of military command and regarded the busy work of ordering soldiers and ships and especially anything to do with logistics as really, really boring and so left it to his second in commands; Grand Marshal Weavel and Grand Strategos Zenkin to manage the surface troops and ships respectively.

    High Command is generally quite pleased with him as he has no ambition to join their ranks and sit at the proverbial round table; as long as he gets to indulge himself as a predator he's content to serve. The terror of other living beings is like a drug to him, a sign that he has already shattered their defences before his claws even really sink into the foe and he tastes of their flesh. He revels in inspiring fear and sorrow because it makes the hunt easier before he kills his prey, and all other things are in one of three categories; Prey, Threats, or Useful at the moment. He's had plenty of opportunities to have a seat at the table of High Command, but he just doesn't care for it and would not be able to stand being at a desk job.

    Ridley is not an irredeemable monster because that would imply there was anything to redeem in the first place. Ridley is a horrendously violent predator who has never learned that there's more to life than kill or be killed or eat or be eaten. And is now thoroughly unable and unwilling to even try after this many years of slaughter, destruction, and so many crimson feasts. He has no real grand ideology and regards the idea of having to justify himself with a concrete philosophy or political outlook to be insanity; a disease of social species trying to impose their way of thinking on someone who sees themselves as superior for being beyond it.

    What he can't stand though, besides being bored; is stuff that should be Prey not responding with the proper fear. Making things hard for him, making other things fear him less by showing that he is not a cosmic force of terror but simply a clever and vile monster. He wouldn't start to hate Samus for being the girl who lived (though he wanted to murder her immediately when she tried to "befriend" him as a three year old trying to find where her friends and family were as Ridley's personal guard fleet slaughtered K-2L's ten million inhabitants and touched him, something Ridley absolutely hates), nor even really for beating him time and time again. What he wouldn't be able to stand about her, is her overcoming her trauma regarding him because Prey is not supposed to be fearless towards Predator.

    Simply put; there is nothing to ever be gained by allowing Ridley to live. He will never get better, he will never be better. He has no interest in even accepting the premise that there is anything wrong he's doing. He refuses to even accept the premise of morality existing in the first place because he just doesn't get it. What use does a tiger have for the moral philosophy of a deer? There is no point in ever pursuing a nonlethal solution to Ridley and to be frank, Samus is just fine with that.

    This is in contrast to the RAID Operator who lead to attack on Cylosis; the golden void hydra codenamed Viper; who is the way they are because they had multiple heads each with their own personalities and desires all sharing one body and continuing indecision would eventually lead to starvation. They could have either found a way to quickly cooperate and agree to courses for their shared body to take, or one head could dominate the others; with the latter ending up the case as Cobra bullied and browbeat their head siblings into submission and assumed full control. From which they came to believe that all of life is a question of dominance and subservience. With the R.A.I.D's and FCIN's objectives of order at any costs being eminently fitting for their conception of how things should work, and so they have worked up the ranks and hope to one day join the Directors.
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    well... I hope to whatever deity there is that When we kill Ridley in this Quest, he Stays dead.

    That Dragon will be a major problem when he comes, and I say when because I know the prospects of these multiple Earths filled with treasure and "low" risk will be like a beacon for the Pirates if they think they can take it. And I know that we will get involved if they show up, which will lead to escalation until the Big Dragon himself is called in.

    I am however interested in the prospect of what might be the thing to draw the Pirates to one of the Earths, , maybe just the standard looting and slave taking, though maybe the odd tech of Primal Earth or the advanced tech of the Cybertronians will be enough.
     
    SteelWriter77 said:
    well... I hope to whatever deity there is that When we kill Ridley in this Quest, he Stays dead.

    That Dragon will be a major problem when he comes, and I say when because I know the prospects of these multiple Earths filled with treasure and "low" risk will be like a beacon for the Pirates if they think they can take it. And I know that we will get involved if they show up, which will lead to escalation until the Big Dragon himself is called in.

    I am however interested in the prospect of what might be the thing to draw the Pirates to one of the Earths, , maybe just the standard looting and slave taking, though maybe the odd tech of Primal Earth or the advanced tech of the Cybertronians will be enough.
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    Progenitor culture relics for one.

    The Chozo, Alimbics, and a number of other Metroid Sagaverse progenitor cultures set up outposts on the involved earths a very long time ago. Some during a conflict with the so called Old-Foe who also has some leftovers on the planets.

    They'd also be very interested in meta and parahumans; always looking for ways to create better soldiers.

    Much the same can be said of the R.A.I.D thought their tactics revolve more around subversion of local authorities than killing and replacing people with shapeshifting mimics.
     
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    As a note, the Old Foe is not the culture that created the Door with the Ankh symbol.

    They set up on Earth Bet and the other Earths long before the Chozo or Alimbics did.
     
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    • Adhoc vote count started by Krasnyy Spartak on Dec 29, 2020 at 5:46 PM, finished with 37 posts and 15 votes.
    • [X]: Duskguard (Affectionate nickname from Elmorni)
      [X]: Nova Knight (CommNet chat handle)
      [X]: Metroid (Word for Ultimate Warrior among certain Chozo dialects)
      [X]: Autobots (Strong ties to the Transformers, best mentor options, highly sophisticated technology to study and incorporate, lower numbers, lack of people in peer group, facilities have human comfort mostly as a secondary concern; politically well suited, autobots generally very experienced with working with children.)
      [X]: Dawnchild (Affectionate nickname from Old Bird)
      [X]: Hatching Sentinel (CommNet chat handle)
      [X]: Suggest starting on that new organisation (Most freedom, has to start up from scratch and puts burden of leadership more squarely on you two but can be tailored to your desires.)
      [X]: Huntress (Future title from Space Pirates)
      [X]: Inheritor (Primary title amongst Chozo)
      [X] Section 13
      [X]: Start new team.
      [X]: Sigtyr (Name of Odin)
      [x]: Remain independent for now (May be able to make choice later when opportunities arise.)
      [X]: Autobots
      [X]: Section 13 (Strong ties to Metroid universe, most understanding of Chozo and Alimbic relics and how you operate, weakest presence on these earths so far, gives the most operational freedom to operate the way you'd expect Samus and Sylux to. Significant grab bag of upgrades to access. Very politically well suited, few people in peer group at the moment.)
      [X]: Starsetters (Independence from most governments, strong ties to primal earth, largest peer group due to mostly being made out of kids and people a bit outside the normal experience of humanity, no need to reveal identity, significant incarnate component access, broad range of power origin upgrades to incorporate. Socially somewhat misfitted with humans. Tends to have the least access privileges.)
      [X]: Otmetsolsoza (The Protectorate but Soviet. Much of the same regulations as the Protectorate and the same benefits. This is more if you want to see more of Molotok and Serp and their friends.)
      [X]: Primoris (Primary title amongst Alimbics)
      [X]: Ask people to make offers and show why you should join them.
      [x]: Metroid (Samus)
      [x]: Nova Knight (Arne)
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    Final Tally plus discord votes: 10 for Duskguard (Arne's supername), 6 for Dawnchild (Samus' supername), 7 for Autobots (team)

    With CoffeeLatte also voting for Metroid that's a tie between Dawnchild and Metroid.

    Or it would be if it weren't for...



    So that's a win for Duskguard, Dawnchild, and becoming the first-ever human companion characters of the Autobots that the autobots will never have to babysit in combat situations.


    ​
    The Autobot Revolutionary Alliance was born from an uprising against the central authority of the Cybertronian Empire and the Decepticon Mutiny; opposing both in an effort to rid Cybertron of its caste system and wars for constant conquest and imperial expansion while also opposing the xenocidal measures of the Decepticons and their desire to impose autocracy upon the Cybertronian populace. Highly advanced if somewhat more numerically limited and stretched thin fighting a long and bitter civil war that has seen Cybertronian Society fragment across all the territories in all the realities they've been able to access, the Autobots nevertheless are experts in defending planets who are in the way of conquest and exploitation from the doom that may befall them and have a large network of allies made from the many societies they have aided over the millions of years. Refusing to give into the despair and malaise that has consumed many Cybertronians who feel that the Civil War will never end and Cybertronians will never again know unity, the Autobots have redoubled their efforts to secure allies and stop their many enemies from expanding further and are willing to take on the burdens of fighting more foes if it means that peace may finally be won. Opposed to both Imperator Nova and Lord Megatron, Optimus Prime holds out hope that he may finally turn towards peace; but fears that the coming darkness may swallow the Cybertronians as well even as his enemies race to become part of it. Whispers of an ancient foe of the Transformer creator God Primus haunt Prime's dreams and the increasing prevalence of Dark Energon and destabilisation of the barriers separating different metaverses only further cements his concerns.
     
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    • Krasnyy Spartak said:
    Adhoc vote count started by Krasnyy Spartak on Dec 29, 2020 at 5:46 PM, finished with 37 posts and 15 votes.
    • [X]: Duskguard (Affectionate nickname from Elmorni)
      [X]: Nova Knight (CommNet chat handle)
      [X]: Metroid (Word for Ultimate Warrior among certain Chozo dialects)
      [X]: Autobots (Strong ties to the Transformers, best mentor options, highly sophisticated technology to study and incorporate, lower numbers, lack of people in peer group, facilities have human comfort mostly as a secondary concern; politically well suited, autobots generally very experienced with working with children.)
      [X]: Dawnchild (Affectionate nickname from Old Bird)
      [X]: Hatching Sentinel (CommNet chat handle)
      [X]: Suggest starting on that new organisation (Most freedom, has to start up from scratch and puts burden of leadership more squarely on you two but can be tailored to your desires.)
      [X]: Huntress (Future title from Space Pirates)
      [X]: Inheritor (Primary title amongst Chozo)
      [X] Section 13
      [X]: Start new team.
      [X]: Sigtyr (Name of Odin)
      [x]: Remain independent for now (May be able to make choice later when opportunities arise.)
      [X]: Autobots
      [X]: Section 13 (Strong ties to Metroid universe, most understanding of Chozo and Alimbic relics and how you operate, weakest presence on these earths so far, gives the most operational freedom to operate the way you'd expect Samus and Sylux to. Significant grab bag of upgrades to access. Very politically well suited, few people in peer group at the moment.)
      [X]: Starsetters (Independence from most governments, strong ties to primal earth, largest peer group due to mostly being made out of kids and people a bit outside the normal experience of humanity, no need to reveal identity, significant incarnate component access, broad range of power origin upgrades to incorporate. Socially somewhat misfitted with humans. Tends to have the least access privileges.)
      [X]: Otmetsolsoza (The Protectorate but Soviet. Much of the same regulations as the Protectorate and the same benefits. This is more if you want to see more of Molotok and Serp and their friends.)
      [X]: Primoris (Primary title amongst Alimbics)
      [X]: Ask people to make offers and show why you should join them.
      [x]: Metroid (Samus)
      [x]: Nova Knight (Arne)
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    Final Tally plus discord votes: 10 for Duskguard (Arne's supername), 6 for Dawnchild (Samus' supername), 7 for Autobots (team)

    With CoffeeLatte also voting for Metroid that's a tie between Dawnchild and Metroid.

    Or it would be if it weren't for...



    So that's a win for Duskguard, Dawnchild, and becoming the first-ever human companion characters of the Autobots that the autobots will never have to babysit in combat situations.


    ​
    The Autobot Revolutionary Alliance was born from an uprising against the central authority of the Cybertronian Empire and the Decepticon Mutiny; opposing both in an effort to rid Cybertron of its caste system and wars for constant conquest and imperial expansion while also opposing the xenocidal measures of the Decepticons and their desire to impose autocracy upon the Cybertronian populace. Highly advanced if somewhat more numerically limited and stretched thin fighting a long and bitter civil war that has seen Cybertronian Society fragment across all the territories in all the realities they've been able to access, the Autobots nevertheless are experts in defending planets who are in the way of conquest and exploitation from the doom that may befall them and have a large network of allies made from the many societies they have aided over the millions of years. Refusing to give into the despair and malaise that has consumed many Cybertronians who feel that the Civil War will never end and Cybertronians will never again know unity, the Autobots have redoubled their efforts to secure allies and stop their many enemies from expanding further and are willing to take on the burdens of fighting more foes if it means that peace may finally be won. Opposed to both Imperator Nova and Lord Megatron, Optimus Prime holds out hope that he may finally turn towards peace; but fears that the coming darkness may swallow the Cybertronians as well even as his enemies race to become part of it. Whispers of an ancient foe of the Transformer creator God Primus haunt Prime's dreams and the increasing prevalence of Dark Energon and destabilisation of the barriers separating different metaverses only further cements his concerns.
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    i am ok with this
     
    Dab master said:
    Are the Imperibots completely orignial?
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    The third faction usually representing the old interests of Cybertron opposed to both the Decepticons and Autobots whenever it shows up never really has a consistent name; the most consistent being simply "Cybertronian".

    But they're drawn from characters like Nova Prime (Imperator Nova is in fact, this continuity's version of Nova Prime), Lord Straxus, Jhiaxus, Lockdown, and other characters who are hostile to both sides' interests without being tied to Unicron.
     
    I'm cool with this. Good luck to all the parahumans needing psychological help; they are officially not our concern.

    We're hanging out with Giant Robots.
     
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    • [X]: Samus: Dawnchild
    [X]: Arne: Duskguard

    [X] Join the Autobots

    Samus

    You took a moment to reflect and confer with Arne as you straightened yourself, aware of how many eyes were on you. "What should we call ourselves here?" You asked him, it was a rather difficult choice to be sure. You weren't that great with names, though to be fair, Arne had yet to name things that broke with his pattern of Slavic, Baltic, Germanic, or Finnic mythological figures or Uskarling culture and religion. To be fair, you also drew primarily on Chozo culture, Celtic lore, Egyptian and Babylonian Mythology, or Hellenistic culture. Hrm...well..there were the few things you named for your shared Jewish heritage...

    Sidetracking yes, yes. Need to give them a quick answer.

    "Something important to us? But not well...not one of our genuine names. Not the usual mythology references either. I can, well, I can tell most of the better ones will probably already be taken." He said, the two of you holding your conversation in an accelerated perception of time to reach to a conclusion far more quickly than they could if they slowed down enough for most others to follow.

    Most others however, were not Optimus, whose mind was able to coordinate countless battles across the void that the Autobots fought in simultaneously, and whose wisdom keyed him in on secrets.

    "May I make a suggestion, if you would have it?" He offered, the two of you turning towards him with a bit of surprise as he allowed you to get onto his hand so that he could look at you both head on.

    "Of course! I'm sure you'll have something wise and magnificent to share!" You said. "But uh...don't let me hold you back, just, say what you need to!" Words Samus, words were good when they weren't confused.

    "Titular names are of great importance to our society, it is rare for us to use personal names; even among close friends. Think of titles given to you by those you hold dear, and the answer I feel; will come to you quickly." Optimus offered, his voice gentle and patient, even as he spoke of coming to an answer quickly, you felt he would be fine with waiting until the stars died for you to give him your response.

    You thought for a moment, head going through appelations given to the both of you. To the Chozo who raised you, you were the Inheritor by role, the Hatchling by prophecy. To Arne, he was Primoris and Neophyte respectively to the Alimbics. But that hardly seemed obvious, what about the way you looked said you were those things?

    "Probably shouldn't use the impersonal titles...I don't think most of them would understand the prophecies behind them." Arne said, voicing your thoughts as you nodded at him. But then you thought of ancient Re-Sekh's gentle hand and care. He called you many things, Samus as your birth parents did, Aira-Sekh as he dubbed you among your new family and...

    Zebes, 4 years ago ​

    You were a freshly anointed ten-year-old, a decade of life to be celebrated. Seven years among the Chozo of this humble world. You were outside on the surface of Crateria, the rains that would melt steel and unaugmented human flesh banished despite being harmless to you in order to allow for the radiant sun of the world shine unimpeded. You had many friends gathered, the squirrel-like Pyonchi and the mechanical Gecko like companion Okmin keeping close by; just two of the myriad pets you had acquired; keeping company with a pair of large, luminescent butterfly like Iono Ferias you had named Titania and Oberon after rescuing them from Mother Brain's desired purge and a gaggle of other animals and robots you had come to adopt.

    Mother Brain's spherical Oculi drones kept tabs as they always did, a sensation of disdain just about radiating from her as she looked around. She was considering the amount of resources this was all wasting, you could sense it. She was vastly more psychically skilled than you were, but she couldn't hide all of her feelings from you, regardless of her claims to being emotionless and purely rational. Still, she was still family and so she was still invited; even if she had ignored many of the intelligent synthetics you had built over the years to make some friends and playmates. One of her drones hovered around a gynoid you had built in the image of a young Faera girl, an orchid haired young lady who was busily petting Pyonchi while you smiled and grinned.

    "+...Her combat capability is substandard.+" Well, at least Mother brain was calling Qaeystra a she, but you frowned at what she was focusing on. Did she not understand the point of this? Why did she have to be so frustrating? Efficiency this, battle-readiness that, illogical whatever the hell. It was enough to make you the primary reason that her Oculoid drones ended up being destroyed, outstripping every single other cause of loss across the many worlds, stations, and outposts that Mother Brain managed. Something you were trying to be better about but something that she would never stop berating you over.

    "It's not about making another killing machine Mother! It's about having friends!" You said, folding your arms against your red plated chest and huffing, muttering where she could stick her logic engines beneath your breath.

    "+I would have thought your desire for companionship satisfied after the thousandth such machine you assembled for this purpose.+" Mother Brain said coldly.

    "It's always nice to meet new people and make new friends!" You said with a growing frown.

    "Don't worry Samus, she's just Kvetching." Qaestra said, flipping her hair and getting a grin out of you as you moved a hand to a gold plated hip.

    As was the tradition of the nation of Chozo you called your own; you wore your armour amongst them, almost comically small next to them. Long digitigrade limbs, the beaked heads and taloned digits that gave them vague resemblances to birds when paired with the feathers that covered parts of their body not shielded by chitinous carapace sheathed in helms, gauntlets and boots. Each patterned their armour off of their personal preferences in colour and aesthetic, matching them with humble but eye-catching robes and cloaks of many colours.

    Old Bird's helm was crested, red and gold in colour which had inspired you to choose these two as your own colours. His green visor glowed gently while his fingers made a simple gesture and his mouth said a few incantations. A process of harnessing a power he promised to teach you soon; five years from now, when you had finished mastery of battle and science; socialisation and politicking; so that you could go into the study of psionics and magic with a clear head. Something was born of nothing, the law of conservation a simple matter for him to break as he weaved a cake into being before you.

    "Perhaps not the way your birth mother would have made, Samus...but with all the same heart behind it I would hope." He said in a kindly voice as you just about squealed, rushing to dismiss your helmet and take it in hand, setting it upon the table while he gave an appreciative nod, bracing himself for the hug you threw around his legs, face ruffling into his simple robes.

    "Thankyouthankyouthankyou papa!" You said with a big grin on your face, the pony-tail you had started to wear as you gradually let your hair grow longer and longer as you mastered caring for it more and more fluttering a bit in the breeze.

    "You are my Dawnchild my sweet, scion of a new morning for all, my old heart longs for your happiness. Now come on, the birthday girl should enjoy herself." He said, gesturing to the cake that you stuffed your face with absolute abandon.

    "Papa, why is Mother br-" You said, cheeks chipmunked with food before Old Bird raised a finger and wiped some of the mess off of your face, giving you time to swallow properly while he waited patiently for you to calm down enough to form a more properly thought out sentence.

    "It is preferable to not speak in the midst of eating, Dawnchild." He said, resting a hand on your shoulder while you nodded so fast your head would have looked like a blur to any unaugmented human observer, stopping only when Pyonchi jumped onto a shoulder plate and pawed at your cheek, your fingers giving the blade in your hand the right motions needed to carve out a little slice for the pink coloured pet who swiftly helped themselves to the offering, nuzzling their cheek into you while you giggled loudly at the display, a chuckle coming from Old Bird as well.

    "Now, I believe you wanted to say something to me about Mother Brain?" He asked, looking at one of her Oculoids getting into one of the Chozo's faces before being shooed away by their staff, darting around the object and then returning to a less...invasive observation distance.

    "Why is she like that? A bi-" You paused, no that was kind of rude. "A big joyless jerk!" You said...much better!

    "Such comes naturally to those who have come to believe they re always the wisest one in room. But you, my Dawnchild...I think you will be more than able to tame the pride in your heart, but never think you are not worthy of it." He said, touching his beak briefly to your scalp and pulling away as you took another slice.


    Arne

    Sentus Primaris, 4 years ago. ​

    Another cliff to vault over for your now decade old legs, keeping pace with the cyclopean hovering elders who moved at a stately pace, tripod legs dangling below thin insectoid bodies, colour coded armour interfacing with myriad technologies and ancient minds turning locks older than most religions. You kept your distance from the grey general, his neckless head floating above his torso while he extended a hand and transmuted the final locked door that was designed to be impervious even to weapons that would have ruptured the planet itself. Matter shifted, altered, moved at the behest of a combination of magic and psionics; blocks shifting into place and doorways unfolding their way into being.

    You landed upon the platform before a bridge that another Alimbic simply willed into being; shaping it into existence with brief thought and incantation and forming a path for you to walk along; her blue armour a familiar presence for you as you approached her legs. Your favoured pets; the domestic ravens Hugin and Munin passed down to you from your parents and the Ithrakoid combat mechs Geri and Freki she had given to you seven years ago staying close at hand. You had close by a number of companion machines, forged when you were finding yourself with overly ample free time and not enough people to spend it with. You weren't able to make as many as you wanted, and the Grey one glared at your attempt at creating a brother for yourself; Ivar.

    "-That we must waste time with this ritual is already concerning enough, but to bring your rabble of contraptions along goes beyond insufferable and into the realm of contempt, Primoris.-" He said, making you flinch slightly as you dismissed your helmet in blue light and offered a hand to the matronly blue Alimbic by your side, holding out your other for one of your Golden Eagle sized crows who let out a caw of approval as he perched on your arm, his sibling finding his way onto your shoulder while your hounds kept to your flanks.

    "Fath-" You stopped as you sensed imminent, overwhelming danger over the horizons of fate if you finished saying that. He hated you calling him that. Your tongue found its way to where a milk tooth had been before, replaced by a fresh tooth that had erupted shortly after its predecessor was struck out, and your eyes were drawn towards his hands as you gulped and felt yourself quaking briefly. Especially when he raised it. You resisted the urge to take a defensive position and just kept quiet, keeping closer to the other Alimbic instead.

    "...Chevalier-General Zurvduat, Mo-" You paused, he didn't like you calling her that either, especially since she indulged it adoringly. "-Mystromagus Elmorni said I could." You corrected yourself as the Grey Commander's rage faded into a future that would not occur for now. His lanky form was many times taller than you were, even when not hovering, his body having proportions almost stick bug-like, carapace jointed and hinged in places rather unlike the Earth arthropods he vaguely resembled, his eerie, mouthless and noseless face devoid of any physical indications of his state of mood, immobile crest emerging from his teardrop-shaped head like horns. His single yellow eye bore cold menace, and you felt yourself wanting to hide when he looked directly at you, the Crows moving to avoid his gaze swiftly as well; remembering what happened the last time they drew his ire, keeping their wings closer to their bodies and hiding their wrists to protect them.

    "-You revel in defying me, don't you Elmorni?-" Zurvduat said as Ivar; designed to resemble what you thought your brother would be like if you had one; backed away swiftly, the biomechanical synth rushing towards Elmorni who ran her hand through his shorter, rougher white hair; splitting off sections of armour covered carapace into pseudofingers as she pet him.

    "-As one of the Tetrarchs, Chevalier; my authority is equal to yours and supercedes yours in civilian matters. Arne is still a child, give him time before he must surrender his life to war.-" She said as Zurvduat looked down at you, sweat briefly forming before you willed your body to not show such weakness.

    "-Childhood will soon end for you, Primoris. You would do well to remember that. You will not have time for games when the Thunder comes.-" He said as you gave a nod of understanding before going ahead, moving past the silent statues of great Alimbic Conquerors, Thinkers, Makers, and Warriors of the past of this long dead empire; remnants of a time when the Tetrarch Order stood in cold war with the Chojinzuko Milieu following their shared victory over the Old Foe. When the Alimbics sought to prove their ways greater than their former allies, their art more grandiose and inspiring in the strange, dimensionally shifting light that always worked to cut the most imposing possible figure to them.

    "Mom...why is...da...he so mean?" You asked, looking up towards the single red eye of your adoptive mother, her own gave turning towards you as she lowered herself to your level and brushed away a tear you barely noticed you had shed.

    "-Because all he sees when he looks at you is a sword, not a boy who needed our help.-" She said gently, as you sniffled and nodded, making a little smile as she softly cooed at you bringing an arm around you and sharing some of her psychic warmth with you, like a heated blanket.

    "But you made me to fight..." You said quietly, words choking in your throat.

    "-Arne, my darling boy. You are my Duskguard, my champion and paladin who stands against the night. You will always be those things to me first, my Duskguard. Your parents would look on you with so much pride. Now come...-" She said, shifting something from the realm of unbeing into reality, conjuring a shape from nonexistence until you realised it was...

    "Ice cream cupcake? For me?" You said, ceasing your sniffling.

    "-Happy birthday.-" You smiled warmly at her and took it eagerly.

    Samus​


    "What about the nicknames Old Bird and Elmorni gave us?" You asked Arne as he gave it a moment of thinking. He tapped his helm's chin and then looked towards you, nodding, smiling beneath his helmet.

    "Duskguard and Dawnchild." He said.

    "A fine name for two who fight so well together. But I must also ask, who will you stand beside?"

    "Hey, if you join on with us, we can get you American citizenship in no time. Regular payment, healthcare and dental benefits..." Legend said, floating up to you.

    "Oh that's not going to be an issue. We don't get sick!" You said, putting your hand on your chest as Legend raised a brow before shrugging and continuing on with his pitch.

    "As I was saying, we'll ensure you'll be put into an adoptive family to take care of you in no time. At least, as long as you're here. Speed you through the process of finding a school and citize-" Arne frowned beneath his helmet and set his visor to full opacity mode, shaking his head while you slightly gritted your teeth.

    "...School? What sort of school?" You asked.

    "Public schooling to help you stay in touch with the local population. I'm sure you'll find it easy enough with your intellect. Besides, it's probably the easiest option to make friends here." He continued, though it took about a second for the two of you to give each other a quick look and then shake your heads.

    "I don't need to go through your education system. What would I even do there? It's...hhh, look; it'd be boring and dull and we're already in a program. And I..." He looked to legend and then to yourself. "We wouldn't learn anything we didn't know. And look a foster family is just..." He paused.

    "They wouldn't know how to handle us." You said, more tactfully than he was likely to say.

    "Well, might I suggest the Phalanx? High tech facilities, nearly all of us have worked with kids before, plenty of young aspirants to hang around with; no need to go through the public education system if you don't want to. Only problem is that we have a public identity policy. You're going to need to share your name and appearance with the wider pu-" You shook your head and Arne simply said "No."

    Positron looked to Legend and gave a shrug. "Ah well, gave it a good shot didn't we?"

    "Maybe we should set up our own uh, organisation? Or look for Section thirteen..." Arne said, thinking on it for a bit.

    "That is, it could work I think." You said, But then you thought about how to handle all the busywork of establishing something from the ground up. "But...we'd need to go through so many legal...things and set up all sorts of logistical systems and...ugh so much busywork." You realised, a hand finding its way to your helmet as you thought about his other suggestion. "And are there any section thirteen agents here besides Kyrion? I haven't even seen one...that'd be just...going on our own but with pretension." You said, sighing as you gave it a thought.

    "The Starsetters have a group dynamic that would be effective but, we only know two of them? And their base isn't on this version of Earth; nor are they going to be allowed into a lot of places...But I think I know where we should go." You said, turning towards Optimus, laying a hand on his finger.

    "Not on our own?" He asked, genuinely curious.

    "Arne, we're in a place we don't know. We're so unfamiliar with how things work. Like...that." You pointed to a pizzeria. "They still hand cook harvested ingredients! This long chain of cultivated land and dead animals and trucks and all these things we've only read about. How are we going to find our way around? This isn't..." You paused, he was going to say that delving into mysterious places was what you two were best at. It weighed over his head like an anvil. "It's not like jumping into caverns or ancient ruins. We have to deal with, people. We're not uh...good with people." You concluded as he nodded in understanding.

    "Well, you put that better than I eh, could. So, maybe you're not as bad at it as you think?" He said with a gentle smile.

    "Aw, thank you." You said, giving him a thumbs up before taking a look at Prime and Jetfire.

    "I...no...we've made our decision. We want to join you, the Autobots." You said as Prime rested you upon the ground and nodded, drawing out a hard-light replica of an axe as he touched one of your shoulders with it, the weapon's awe inspiring power thrumming even in this holographic replica.

    "Then by the authority entrusted unto me, I swear you; Duskguard and Dawnchild, into the ranks of the Autobot Revolutionary Alliance. I ask that you swear this oath." The two of you nodded, rubbing at the place where his axe touched.

    "I swear that Freedom is the right of all sentient beings and justice the obligation of all life, and that I will dedicate myself to the cause of justice and liberation so that none who languish in oppression or immiseration shall find me wanting. No matter the trials or tribulations we face, I vow that I will face them . To all those who would seek to exploit, enslave, or conquer, I promise that I will endeavour to bring about an end to your tyranny in all expediency but with mercy and fairness to those who I vanquish in this cause. I will be more than a soldier, but a peacemaker and a liberator, who will seek to aid the wanting and the needy just as I will combat those who would seek to torment and enslave. And I will do right by my comrades in arms and by the people we seek to assist, to fight not merely out of hatred of the foe but a love for my fellow beings. And to this promise made under Primus' gaze I will hold myself until discharged from the Autobots or 'til all are one." He said, the two of you repeating after him, though you looked around and saw that some had also made the vow; those that had been registered as independent agents without preexisting allegiance or team.

    "Jetfire, ensure that they are well taken care of. They are our responsibility now. Never forget that as valorous as they are, they still need time to grow and thrive." Optimus said, turning his gaze towards his old comrade and placing a hard-light hand on his shoulder and receiving a quick nod from the Autobot flier.

    "When are we likely to see you...in person?" You asked as Optimus looked around the city of Brockton Bay.

    "Hopefully soon. It would be unwise to discuss our plans openly here, but you have my word; these Earths are worlds that we will defend as we did our own. And now that we must step from the shadows, we will do all in our power to ensure that you are ready for what is to come. It will take time to prepare, and we will likely face many internal and external difficulties on the way. But a storm is better weathered together than on one's own. But know this." He said, kneeling down to get closer to your level, putting his hand onto the knee he had propped up and giving a fatherly gaze down to the two of you.

    "I am already proud of what you have accomplished even given your youth. Please, if you ever feel the need to speak to me; never hesitate to contact me. Though your years are few, I suspect they are already filled with many stories that I would deeply enjoy hearing." He said, shifting his optics in a way that suggested smiling as you gave him another thumbs up, a beam beneath your helmet, and Arne gave him a chest thump salute in true Grendakal fashion.

    "Now...I must go for the time being; other fronts call for my presence in person." He said, his voice gentle and sorrowful at having to depart so soon as his hologram slowly faded out, leaving you two on your own amidst the field for now.

    Actions:
    []: Check on Assault and Battery as they catch up with the Wards and Protectorate.
    []: Check on Nightcaster and Eudaimonica as they catch up with the Freedom Phalanx and Starsetters
    []: Get Jetfire's introduction to some of your new Autobot teammates.
    []: Explore around Brockton Bay on your own for a bit. (Specify whether to do this armoured or not and whether it's to look around for trouble or just to check out how things are in the distant past.)
    []: Check what's on the other side of the portal and explore around Paragon City for a bit. (Specify whether to do this armoured or not and whether it's to look around for trouble or just to check out how things are in the distant past.)
    []: Interlude (Optimus Prime)
    []: Interlude (Bulkhead)
    []: Interlude (Lung)
    []: Interlude (Taylor Hebert)
    []: Interlude (Bose Hexe)
    []: Interlude (Lord Recluse)
    []: Interlude (Elmorni & Old Bird)
    []: Interlude (Ian Malkovich)
    []: Write in
     
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    • [1]: Get Jetfire's introduction to some of your new Autobot teammates.
    [2]: Check what's on the other side of the portal and explore around Paragon City for a bit. (Armored)
    [3]: Check out Brockton Bay for a bit Unarmored
    [4]: Check on Assault and Battery as they catch up with the Wards and Protectorate.
    [5]: Check on Nightcaster and Eudaimonica as they catch up with the Freedom Phalanx and Starsetters
    [X]: Interlude (Bose Hexe) I just want to see her reaction to like her plans getting blown to bits.
     
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    [X]: Interlude (Bose Hexe) I just want to see his reaction to like his plans getting blown to bits.
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    [2]: Check on Assault and Battery as they catch up with the Wards and Protectorate.
    [1]: Check on Nightcaster and Eudaimonica as they catch up with the Freedom Phalanx and Starsetters
    [3]: Get Jetfire's introduction to some of your new Autobot teammates.

    [X]: Interlude (Taylor Hebert)
     
    [2]: Check on Assault and Battery as they catch up with the Wards and Protectorate.
    [3]: Check on Nightcaster and Eudaimonica as they catch up with the Freedom Phalanx and Starsetters
    [1]: Get Jetfire's introduction to some of your new Autobot teammates.

    [X]: Explore around Brockton Bay on your own for a bit. (armored, look around for trouble)

    Good for us to at least clean up a little of the Bay, plus you never know if we might stop a big move by one of the Gangs or punch more Nazi's, both are good.

    [X]: Interlude (Optimus Prime)

    I would like to see what the big man himself is doing and where he is. And since we were told we could vote for more then one interlude, we should probably see what one the major big bads of Paragon is up too.

    [X]: Interlude (Lord Recluse)
     
    Well, Lord Recluse isn't quite a Paragonian since he's got his own country. But rest assured, Richter has plans. Devious and cunning plans. One of the powers he got through the fast path of incarnatehood from the Well of Furies as part of the package of the aspect of Tartarus is supreme intelligence. There is nobody smarter than he is on Primal Earth. Positron might be more inventive with technology and Nemesis might make more complex schemes; but Recluse simply susses out the most direct, efficient way to achieve what he wants when he either designs a device or conceives of a plan.

    Also the man's capital city literally looks like this so you just know he's bad news.



    He also has plans to expand the ranks of the Patrons from four to eight. Four lucky villains who prove themselves worthy of his attention will get a chance to have their own division of Arachnos, their own keep in Grandeville, their own domain to rule and cut of the spoils of the Rogue Islands and their own power source to claim in the ceaseless quest for the top. Just have to prove yourself in the face of everyone else who wants the new slots.

    A contest that will be open to all other Earths he now suddenly has access to.
     
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