FaerieKnight79
Verified Pixie
- Location
- The Internet
You know they'd likely end up doing just that at least once.
Ship of Fools: A Taylor Varga Omake (Complete)
- Thread starter Derek M
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
Or "It's not our fault, chief!"
FaerieKnight79
Verified Pixie
- Location
- The Internet
"That universe was on fire when we got there, I swear it!"
EDIT: Bonus points if this was actually true
Ace Dreamer
Verified Reality User
- Location
- Between The Unknown & The Known
How about, "We saved one Battlestar, don't complain so much!" ?
- Location
- Bosnia
Fixed that for you!
Interlude: A Frozen Treat
- Location
- Maryland
Interlude: A Frozen Treat
Kiva was happy. The medicine had made the coughing go away, which meant she could get more work done on her project. Her father and her aunt were both happy that she was feeling better...enough that Aunt Kelar was taking her for fruit ice! Her father normally insisted she eat healthy, but this time she was allowed to pick anything she wanted!
The store was just down the street from their home, just a brief walk that took only a short time. Once there, she put in her order for a ji berry ice. Her father disliked the cloyingly sweet berry, but it was her favorite. The young man behind the counter at the fruit ice store was nice. He asked her if she had begun her naming project yet, and so she told him all about her noka crystal sculpture. He seemed really interested, and said he had thought about something similar, but had judged it too difficult, and ended up going into an apprenticeship with his uncle instead. He asked some really well-informed questions, so he must have done a lot of preparation before choosing a different option. They spoke about it for long enough that she had finished half her ice before they left.
Aunt Kelar was quiet on the walk back to their home. She was normally slightly reserved, but always treated Kiva warmly. Now she seemed distracted by something. "Is everything all right, Auntie?"
"Hm?" she replied. "Oh, it's probably nothing. I just have to talk to your father when we get back."
Her fruit ice was gone before they even made it home, so Kelar told her to wash her hands and then she could work some more on her project. Kiva was passing from the bathroom to her project space when she heard her aunt and her father talking. The door of his office, normally kept closed, was slightly ajar.
"I thought he was one of ours," her aunt was saying. "You know the directive we have to keep her engaged? It wouldn't be the first time the Proctor sent in somebody to watch and add some positive reinforcement."
Her father's voice sounded slightly concerned. "He always tells me in advance when there's a new person involved. It keeps things simple. There shouldn't be anybody around right now asking those kinds of questions."
Kiva thought it odd that they were so concerned about her naming project. While it was ambitious, it was hardly unique. She also had no idea who "the Proctor" was.
"Are you going to call it in...wait...Kiva, are you listening at the door?" asked her aunt.
Slightly nervously, she poked her head into her father's office. "I'm sorry, I was just walking by, and heard you talking about my sculpture."
Kelar frowned. "I though I heard your footsteps stop outside." She looked to her father. "What do you want to tell her?"
Her father looked at her. "Come here, dear."
She walked over to stand in front of him.
"Kiva, your father is involved in some very important research for the government. There are groups who are...unhappy about that, and we think they may want to go after you to try and get me to stop my research," he explained. "Your aunt is here in part because we want somebody who can protect you full time, and she has the skills to do so."
Kiva looked at her aunt. "I thought you worked at the university?"
"I do...but that job is secondary to my work as a Centurion," replied her aunt.
Kiva's eyes grew wide. Her aunt was a Centurion? They were the special agents of the government...those who protected their worlds against any threats, internal or external. Their name came from the fact that there were supposed to only be one hundred of them at any one time. She simply stared, her mouth agape.
"Kiva," continued her father. "I want you to let me know if you meet any strangers...especially ones that express a lot of interest in you. Let me or Keral know immediately."
Kiva nodded her head. "I will father, I promise."
He smiled at her and gave her a hug. "All right, run along now."
After they were sure she was gone and the door was closed, Keral said, "Did Tild say his measures were reversing her degradation?"
"No," replied Kiva's father. "In fact, it has barely halted the poison's progress. He doesn't know what it is, but it may be beyond his ability to stop." He was obviously pained by the admission.
"Is this an attack, do you think?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Neither the enemy nor the rebels should have the means to do so."
"Then is it something we did?" Keral looked at him skeptically, as if suspecting him of something.
He narrowed his eyes. "Are you implying something?"
"No," she said, after a few seconds pause. "You were always skeptical about the project, and overly sentimental...but you wouldn't do anything to hurt her."
"Of course not!" he said, obviously outraged.
She frowned. "Unfortunately, that means that all we can do is wait and hope the responsible party reveals itself..."
Being reactive wasn't her preferred course of action, but she was realistic enough to know that you sometimes didn't have a choice. She just wished the stakes weren't so high.
Kiva was happy. The medicine had made the coughing go away, which meant she could get more work done on her project. Her father and her aunt were both happy that she was feeling better...enough that Aunt Kelar was taking her for fruit ice! Her father normally insisted she eat healthy, but this time she was allowed to pick anything she wanted!
The store was just down the street from their home, just a brief walk that took only a short time. Once there, she put in her order for a ji berry ice. Her father disliked the cloyingly sweet berry, but it was her favorite. The young man behind the counter at the fruit ice store was nice. He asked her if she had begun her naming project yet, and so she told him all about her noka crystal sculpture. He seemed really interested, and said he had thought about something similar, but had judged it too difficult, and ended up going into an apprenticeship with his uncle instead. He asked some really well-informed questions, so he must have done a lot of preparation before choosing a different option. They spoke about it for long enough that she had finished half her ice before they left.
Aunt Kelar was quiet on the walk back to their home. She was normally slightly reserved, but always treated Kiva warmly. Now she seemed distracted by something. "Is everything all right, Auntie?"
"Hm?" she replied. "Oh, it's probably nothing. I just have to talk to your father when we get back."
Her fruit ice was gone before they even made it home, so Kelar told her to wash her hands and then she could work some more on her project. Kiva was passing from the bathroom to her project space when she heard her aunt and her father talking. The door of his office, normally kept closed, was slightly ajar.
"I thought he was one of ours," her aunt was saying. "You know the directive we have to keep her engaged? It wouldn't be the first time the Proctor sent in somebody to watch and add some positive reinforcement."
Her father's voice sounded slightly concerned. "He always tells me in advance when there's a new person involved. It keeps things simple. There shouldn't be anybody around right now asking those kinds of questions."
Kiva thought it odd that they were so concerned about her naming project. While it was ambitious, it was hardly unique. She also had no idea who "the Proctor" was.
"Are you going to call it in...wait...Kiva, are you listening at the door?" asked her aunt.
Slightly nervously, she poked her head into her father's office. "I'm sorry, I was just walking by, and heard you talking about my sculpture."
Kelar frowned. "I though I heard your footsteps stop outside." She looked to her father. "What do you want to tell her?"
Her father looked at her. "Come here, dear."
She walked over to stand in front of him.
"Kiva, your father is involved in some very important research for the government. There are groups who are...unhappy about that, and we think they may want to go after you to try and get me to stop my research," he explained. "Your aunt is here in part because we want somebody who can protect you full time, and she has the skills to do so."
Kiva looked at her aunt. "I thought you worked at the university?"
"I do...but that job is secondary to my work as a Centurion," replied her aunt.
Kiva's eyes grew wide. Her aunt was a Centurion? They were the special agents of the government...those who protected their worlds against any threats, internal or external. Their name came from the fact that there were supposed to only be one hundred of them at any one time. She simply stared, her mouth agape.
"Kiva," continued her father. "I want you to let me know if you meet any strangers...especially ones that express a lot of interest in you. Let me or Keral know immediately."
Kiva nodded her head. "I will father, I promise."
He smiled at her and gave her a hug. "All right, run along now."
After they were sure she was gone and the door was closed, Keral said, "Did Tild say his measures were reversing her degradation?"
"No," replied Kiva's father. "In fact, it has barely halted the poison's progress. He doesn't know what it is, but it may be beyond his ability to stop." He was obviously pained by the admission.
"Is this an attack, do you think?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Neither the enemy nor the rebels should have the means to do so."
"Then is it something we did?" Keral looked at him skeptically, as if suspecting him of something.
He narrowed his eyes. "Are you implying something?"
"No," she said, after a few seconds pause. "You were always skeptical about the project, and overly sentimental...but you wouldn't do anything to hurt her."
"Of course not!" he said, obviously outraged.
She frowned. "Unfortunately, that means that all we can do is wait and hope the responsible party reveals itself..."
Being reactive wasn't her preferred course of action, but she was realistic enough to know that you sometimes didn't have a choice. She just wished the stakes weren't so high.
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- Location
- USA
You know.... just when I think I've figured you out... you completely change the questions. I have NO idea what this is from, or where it'll go, but at least I can be sure of one thing. There WILL be lizards, and it will be amusing. And no, that's still just one thing.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
I'm getting a vaguely Kryptonian vibe, though you might be right about Alterans.
- Location
- Space
I found a single reference to noka as a type of stone in the Xenoblade series, but that's it.
JoshuaSweetvale
Insectovore
- Location
- NL, 65 Million Years Ago
These are almost certainly Romulans and this Kiva girl is another clone project like edgelord Shinzon.
Nano Soldier
Seeker of Freedom
- Location
- Stoke, England, United Kingdom
I have a hunch but it's so unlikely I refuse to consider it.
Ace Dreamer
Verified Reality User
- Location
- Between The Unknown & The Known
I wondered if this was anything to do with the origin of the SG:SG1 Replicators, and the young girl, on a dead world, who was found to create them as toys...
This could still BE Patient Zero, though it might not be.
Child of Angels
- Location
- Maryland
Here's a little intro bit for a spin-off story I'm considering...
Sophia stared at the wall of her cell. Miss Militia had just left, and the sadistic blonde woman had made it clear that they had her over a barrel. Assault with a Parahuman Power meant she had two choices -- work for the Protectorate, or go to the Birdcage. It didn't matter that she was being bullied. It didn't matter that her bully was probably associated with the Empire 88. Of course, the "heroes" didn't care in the slightest what Sophia Hess wanted, not that she was surprised. They only cared who ran Brockton Bay...shithole that it was...and about maintaining their image with the public. Everybody with a brain knew the Protectorate was just another cape gang -- but they were the government's cape gang, and she had just run out of options.
She looked up when a blue light appeared against the far wall. It rapidly expanded into a portal, and out of that portal walked a woman. She had dark hair, but a black bodysuit covered the rest of her...even her hands and face. The woman (for it was clearly a woman) raised her wrist up and pressed a couple of buttons on the touch screen on her wrist. There was an answering beep, and then she reached up and pulled her balaclava up over her head. "Sophia Hess, I presume?" she asked.
Sophia eyed her warily. "Yes...but if you're here to recruit me for one of the other gangs, the PRT already has my family in 'protective custody,'" replied the young woman. "I'm not going anywhere unless they're safe." She had no idea for whom this woman worked, but she didn't look like the typical ABB or Merchant, and the idea of Kaiser recruiting a black girl was laughable, so she wasn't automatically saying no.
"I'm here to get you out of here, and while we may want to recruit you in some capacity eventually, you'll have the option to say no," said the woman in what sounded like a slightly off Australian accent. "Do you know where your family is?"
Sophia stared at her, wondering if she was for real. "Probably in the guest quarters in this building." PRT headquarters was far more likely than the Rig for non-capes.
The woman again lifted her wrist and pressed on the touchscreen, then she said, "William, the girl's family is co-located in this building in the guest quarters."
"I'll have Faith extract them, then. Mother and brother?" asked the voice over the wristband with a British accent -- presumably whoever William was.
"And my dad," said Sophia quickly. Maybe they were working for the King's Men, what with the accents?
The woman quirked an eyebrow, then said, "Did you hear that?"
"I did. We'll have them out in ten," replied the voice.
"All right then. Shall we go?" asked the woman.
Sophia looked at the camera in the corner of the cell, only to see that the little red light was off. That must have been what the woman was doing before she took off her mask. "Before I go with you, who are you and where are we going?"
The woman smirked. "My name is Vala, I work with the Angels, and we're going someplace better than here."
She...couldn't really argue with that. Without another word, she got up off her cot and followed the woman through the glowing portal. As long as her family was safe, she wasn't sorry to leave Brockton Bay...and with luck, she would never have to see that bitch Taylor Hebert ever again.
* * * * *
Sophia stared at the wall of her cell. Miss Militia had just left, and the sadistic blonde woman had made it clear that they had her over a barrel. Assault with a Parahuman Power meant she had two choices -- work for the Protectorate, or go to the Birdcage. It didn't matter that she was being bullied. It didn't matter that her bully was probably associated with the Empire 88. Of course, the "heroes" didn't care in the slightest what Sophia Hess wanted, not that she was surprised. They only cared who ran Brockton Bay...shithole that it was...and about maintaining their image with the public. Everybody with a brain knew the Protectorate was just another cape gang -- but they were the government's cape gang, and she had just run out of options.
She looked up when a blue light appeared against the far wall. It rapidly expanded into a portal, and out of that portal walked a woman. She had dark hair, but a black bodysuit covered the rest of her...even her hands and face. The woman (for it was clearly a woman) raised her wrist up and pressed a couple of buttons on the touch screen on her wrist. There was an answering beep, and then she reached up and pulled her balaclava up over her head. "Sophia Hess, I presume?" she asked.
Sophia eyed her warily. "Yes...but if you're here to recruit me for one of the other gangs, the PRT already has my family in 'protective custody,'" replied the young woman. "I'm not going anywhere unless they're safe." She had no idea for whom this woman worked, but she didn't look like the typical ABB or Merchant, and the idea of Kaiser recruiting a black girl was laughable, so she wasn't automatically saying no.
"I'm here to get you out of here, and while we may want to recruit you in some capacity eventually, you'll have the option to say no," said the woman in what sounded like a slightly off Australian accent. "Do you know where your family is?"
Sophia stared at her, wondering if she was for real. "Probably in the guest quarters in this building." PRT headquarters was far more likely than the Rig for non-capes.
The woman again lifted her wrist and pressed on the touchscreen, then she said, "William, the girl's family is co-located in this building in the guest quarters."
"I'll have Faith extract them, then. Mother and brother?" asked the voice over the wristband with a British accent -- presumably whoever William was.
"And my dad," said Sophia quickly. Maybe they were working for the King's Men, what with the accents?
The woman quirked an eyebrow, then said, "Did you hear that?"
"I did. We'll have them out in ten," replied the voice.
"All right then. Shall we go?" asked the woman.
Sophia looked at the camera in the corner of the cell, only to see that the little red light was off. That must have been what the woman was doing before she took off her mask. "Before I go with you, who are you and where are we going?"
The woman smirked. "My name is Vala, I work with the Angels, and we're going someplace better than here."
She...couldn't really argue with that. Without another word, she got up off her cot and followed the woman through the glowing portal. As long as her family was safe, she wasn't sorry to leave Brockton Bay...and with luck, she would never have to see that bitch Taylor Hebert ever again.
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- Location
- NY, NY
Interesting! Although to be fair, you could have posted a My Little Pony/Transformers crossover, and it could fairly be called a spinoff of this
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- Location
- Kent, WA
That one reality where the Joker's the GOOD guy...
- Location
- USA
Taylor as the bully and Sophia as the victim... not expected, but interesting...
Only if there were Lizards, Lizard Ponies, or Transforming Lizard Ponies.... otherwise, I think the spinoff comes from telling stories about what "Saurial's Angels" get up to.Interesting! Although to be fair, you could have posted a My Little Pony/Transformers crossover, and it could fairly be called a spinoff of this
- Location
- Canada (We're Sorry)
If you decide to go ahead with that I'm interested and will happily read along
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
Hmm, I don't recall if there is actually an official DC-verse with a good Joker. I know there are verses with evil Batmans, and I know that there turned out to be literally one not-evil Lex Luthor in the entire DC multiverse and the discovery that he was the only Luthor who wasn't evil drove him insane and made him evil, but I don't remember ever seeing a good Joker. Which seems odd, as I feel like at least one of the evil Batman-verses should have had a good Joker...
A situation inverted 'Good' Sophia sounds interesting, especially for the potential questions about people and grudges it will raise when Taylor in the guise of Sauriel realizes that this Sophia got the other end of the stick instead.
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