JmonsterNEO
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Y'know, I wonder if our protagonist is trying to force the Orks to evolve back into the Krork through repeated stress.
Tyranids "R" Us [40k Tyranid Hivemind SI]
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If he wants to stress Orks, he should lock them in a room with nothing but huggable plushies, pillows and pastels. Harp music in the background, too. And a TV set out of reach that plays Teletubbies episodes in an endless loop. Nothing to fight, and as un-Orky as possible. No metal, no spikes, blades or hard surfaces.
"My first Ork subject was pretty tough, he lasted a whole hour before he went mad."
That, that is cruel and unusual punishment. The poor Ork...
E.I.G.
Robo-Bird
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... I must admit, I am not confident that an Ork could not make conflict there.
Huggable plushies can still go for make believe war. Maybe even actual war.
In fact I am a bit worried by what an Ork would develop from having to consider pastels.
They develop Green Lantern Power Rings fueled by the Waagh field.
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Moonlit Lord
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Found this and it's been an entertaining read, however honestly it doesn't feel like a 'nid story?
The MC's constantly talking about using research stations and magnetic resonance shielding and other technological devices, including the research into the origin's of Scrap code. Somehow he's able to generate billions of simplistic thinking machines with circuit boards to test things while the whole schtick of nids is full biological assimilation?
Kinda rambling over, but I guess my main issue is that everything is sorta presented in mechanical terms, rather than biological. If anything, this story feels more like a hive-minded Tau base rather than Tyranid.
The MC's constantly talking about using research stations and magnetic resonance shielding and other technological devices, including the research into the origin's of Scrap code. Somehow he's able to generate billions of simplistic thinking machines with circuit boards to test things while the whole schtick of nids is full biological assimilation?
Kinda rambling over, but I guess my main issue is that everything is sorta presented in mechanical terms, rather than biological. If anything, this story feels more like a hive-minded Tau base rather than Tyranid.
That's because he is the mind of the Tyranids, and the Canon Original mind of the Tyranids are constantly on the lookout for things to kill and eat to the point that they can't even conceive of ideas to do things non-biologically even if it would be better for them because they are just that focused on eating. If the Canon Tyranids weren't so fixated on eating I can assure you that they would be doing similar things to the SI here.
I think that is old, retconned canon.
Can you tell me what is the new cannon since your saying that what i said is retconned??
I believe the krorks never traded or even existed at this time. It's all Orks.
599M04 FTL Upgrade
- Location
- Ontario, Canada, Earth
599 M04
I love getting returns on investment. Or, in this case, reciprocal gifts. While I had been focusing on breadth of research into wraithbone, dabbling in just about every field, the Emperor had decided to go all in on depth of research; on the mass of wraithbone specifically. The thing he had been searching for? Virtual mass. And with good reason too. Being able to selectively express which parts of physics reacted as though there were a giant mass in specific places was a huge help for a number of technologies. The most immediately applicable and interesting was with the gravitational lensing technology.
Gravitational lensing had two primary downsides.
One is that you needed at least one fuckoff huge ship over a hundred kilometers long to breach the energy barrier required to initiate the effect. These long, skinny space needles were about as maneuverable as trying to ride a greased angry pig bareback, thanks to the relative cross-sectional area vs the mind-bogglingly huge moment of inertia. Of course, once the spatial compression was actually in effect, you could travel with as many ships as you wanted, so long as they all fit in the sphere 112 km wide sphere determined by the very ends of the spatial compressor ship itself. It's one of the reasons why getting stations set up was so important, those spatial compression ships were a pain in the ass to move around. Especially since all the other ships in the fleet had to be close enough that they were in accidental smacking range when the mostly unmanned needles were turning.
The second is that it was useless or at least very slow for traveling to low-mass stars. Half a solar mass dropped your speed down to less than one lightyear per day, and if you wanted to visit a brown dwarf for some reason? Hope you enjoy less than a third of a lightyear per day. You could kind of get around it if there was a more massive star roughly in line with your direction of travel and behind the brown dwarf, but targeting started to become an issue, and keeping the fleet together suddenly became an order of magnitude harder because of the relative motion.
Having access to virtual mass on demand solved both of those issues, at least to some extent. Suddenly the minimum length of a ship required to breach the energy barrier was just under a dozen kilometers, which meant that if you were willing to build pretty big ships, every interstellar vessel could have true FTL capabilities, which meant that an armada couldn't be stranded just by taking out the one visibly distinct space needle. The more interesting effect though, was that you could target two sources of mass for the spatial compression, the destination star, and the virtual mass of the ship itself. Thanks to how the math worked out, we could currently manage a virtual mass large enough for 0.8 lightyear per day travel. 0.8 lightyears per day was completely irrelevant when traveling longer distances, since you could just use larger stars and the supermassive starways, but it was a godsend for traveling to low mass stars, or even to interstellar space. Suddenly every stellar destination could manage more than a lightyear per day, and even interstellar space could be accurately targeted with nearly a lightyear per day, which also meant that it could be safely used for in-system maneuvering, at long last.
So now our ships were much more nimble when puttering around a star, and we no longer had to account for entire fleets moving together in order to make any FTL transits worthwhile. Space tourism wasn't quite possible on an individual scale, since you did still require a ship a dozen kilometers long, but suddenly visiting people on other planets and living around other stars was a much more reasonable concept.
Of course, all of that travel could be made four or five times faster by using the warp-skimming method the Emperor and I had devised, but after getting so far with technology that didn't leave any detectable warp presence from each transit, we were loath to start leaving highly detectable wakes behind our ships. That, and our proto-Gellar fields weren't as strong as we wanted when we ran the simulations for being powered by individual humans and what technology they were bringing with them, rather than being powered by Big E or myself.
Technically, warp protective shields weren't required to use warp skimming, but that assumed a smooth warp. If the reaspace-interface surface of the warp was churned up for any reason, you would get literal waves of Chaos energies washing over the ships. It required an extremely choppy warp storm to get that bad, but we knew what was coming, and "extremely choppy" was an understatement.
Speaking of which, preparations for the birth of Slaanesh were going well, albeit slowly. With my cute little Exodite friends spreading the word of a specific doom-date among the Eldar that cared to listen, many more Eldar heard the date as a byproduct, and it was causing an interesting crystallization in the warp. Normally, events that caused societal change made future-sight less predictable, but with a very specific doom-date to look forward to, and indeed, many of the pleasure-seeking Eldar that heard such a date were looking forwards to it, it was turning into a self-fulfilling prophecy. While the prediction used to be 140 M30 plus or minus a decade, we could now narrow it down to 141 M30 plus or minus a few months. By the time we hit M30, it was going to be accurate down to a few days if the trend continued.
Oh, and my cute little Exodites were getting somewhat of a reputation. "Void-touched" they were called, and while a very select few Eldar were glad for the advanced warning, the vast, vast majority dug their heels in and plugged their metaphorical pointy ears. That tribe that I contacted, and eventually all the tribes on that planet, were both slowly building a rapport with me, and were getting very good at fighting. After all, when a pleasure-seeking Eldar is given bad news, "shoot the messenger" isn't just the overall plan, that plan then gains extra steps like "and then play with the body".
I got a kick out of the fact that the Void-touched Exodites were becoming hyper-lethal escape artists and they had taken to my instructions with gusto. I guess such an important, but more importantly difficult and somber "duty" was right in line with their philosophy of self-denial and honest hard work. That, and they made the funniest faces any time I gave them more news.
I love getting returns on investment. Or, in this case, reciprocal gifts. While I had been focusing on breadth of research into wraithbone, dabbling in just about every field, the Emperor had decided to go all in on depth of research; on the mass of wraithbone specifically. The thing he had been searching for? Virtual mass. And with good reason too. Being able to selectively express which parts of physics reacted as though there were a giant mass in specific places was a huge help for a number of technologies. The most immediately applicable and interesting was with the gravitational lensing technology.
Gravitational lensing had two primary downsides.
One is that you needed at least one fuckoff huge ship over a hundred kilometers long to breach the energy barrier required to initiate the effect. These long, skinny space needles were about as maneuverable as trying to ride a greased angry pig bareback, thanks to the relative cross-sectional area vs the mind-bogglingly huge moment of inertia. Of course, once the spatial compression was actually in effect, you could travel with as many ships as you wanted, so long as they all fit in the sphere 112 km wide sphere determined by the very ends of the spatial compressor ship itself. It's one of the reasons why getting stations set up was so important, those spatial compression ships were a pain in the ass to move around. Especially since all the other ships in the fleet had to be close enough that they were in accidental smacking range when the mostly unmanned needles were turning.
The second is that it was useless or at least very slow for traveling to low-mass stars. Half a solar mass dropped your speed down to less than one lightyear per day, and if you wanted to visit a brown dwarf for some reason? Hope you enjoy less than a third of a lightyear per day. You could kind of get around it if there was a more massive star roughly in line with your direction of travel and behind the brown dwarf, but targeting started to become an issue, and keeping the fleet together suddenly became an order of magnitude harder because of the relative motion.
Having access to virtual mass on demand solved both of those issues, at least to some extent. Suddenly the minimum length of a ship required to breach the energy barrier was just under a dozen kilometers, which meant that if you were willing to build pretty big ships, every interstellar vessel could have true FTL capabilities, which meant that an armada couldn't be stranded just by taking out the one visibly distinct space needle. The more interesting effect though, was that you could target two sources of mass for the spatial compression, the destination star, and the virtual mass of the ship itself. Thanks to how the math worked out, we could currently manage a virtual mass large enough for 0.8 lightyear per day travel. 0.8 lightyears per day was completely irrelevant when traveling longer distances, since you could just use larger stars and the supermassive starways, but it was a godsend for traveling to low mass stars, or even to interstellar space. Suddenly every stellar destination could manage more than a lightyear per day, and even interstellar space could be accurately targeted with nearly a lightyear per day, which also meant that it could be safely used for in-system maneuvering, at long last.
So now our ships were much more nimble when puttering around a star, and we no longer had to account for entire fleets moving together in order to make any FTL transits worthwhile. Space tourism wasn't quite possible on an individual scale, since you did still require a ship a dozen kilometers long, but suddenly visiting people on other planets and living around other stars was a much more reasonable concept.
Of course, all of that travel could be made four or five times faster by using the warp-skimming method the Emperor and I had devised, but after getting so far with technology that didn't leave any detectable warp presence from each transit, we were loath to start leaving highly detectable wakes behind our ships. That, and our proto-Gellar fields weren't as strong as we wanted when we ran the simulations for being powered by individual humans and what technology they were bringing with them, rather than being powered by Big E or myself.
Technically, warp protective shields weren't required to use warp skimming, but that assumed a smooth warp. If the reaspace-interface surface of the warp was churned up for any reason, you would get literal waves of Chaos energies washing over the ships. It required an extremely choppy warp storm to get that bad, but we knew what was coming, and "extremely choppy" was an understatement.
Speaking of which, preparations for the birth of Slaanesh were going well, albeit slowly. With my cute little Exodite friends spreading the word of a specific doom-date among the Eldar that cared to listen, many more Eldar heard the date as a byproduct, and it was causing an interesting crystallization in the warp. Normally, events that caused societal change made future-sight less predictable, but with a very specific doom-date to look forward to, and indeed, many of the pleasure-seeking Eldar that heard such a date were looking forwards to it, it was turning into a self-fulfilling prophecy. While the prediction used to be 140 M30 plus or minus a decade, we could now narrow it down to 141 M30 plus or minus a few months. By the time we hit M30, it was going to be accurate down to a few days if the trend continued.
Oh, and my cute little Exodites were getting somewhat of a reputation. "Void-touched" they were called, and while a very select few Eldar were glad for the advanced warning, the vast, vast majority dug their heels in and plugged their metaphorical pointy ears. That tribe that I contacted, and eventually all the tribes on that planet, were both slowly building a rapport with me, and were getting very good at fighting. After all, when a pleasure-seeking Eldar is given bad news, "shoot the messenger" isn't just the overall plan, that plan then gains extra steps like "and then play with the body".
I got a kick out of the fact that the Void-touched Exodites were becoming hyper-lethal escape artists and they had taken to my instructions with gusto. I guess such an important, but more importantly difficult and somber "duty" was right in line with their philosophy of self-denial and honest hard work. That, and they made the funniest faces any time I gave them more news.
Defending the exodites would also give you new samples of eldar tech to play with.
Edit: It would also let him evolve his military and get them ready for the future.
Edit: It would also let him evolve his military and get them ready for the future.
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- miami
Thanks for the chapter. I find it difficult to imagine a civilization that understands the warp the level the eldar do, being willing to murder fuck a god in to existence over the course of tens of thousands years or longer. I mean I get that there mindset is really messed up but none of these extremely selfish pleasure driven elf's once thought about the fact a god spawned from all these actions would not immediately num num there souls… which is exactly what happened. Maybe they thought it would be like the gods they already had which were made by old ones?
Still with humanity not dependent on warp tech for travel means the birth of she who thirst won't reck humanity's ability to travel and in by passing the whole men of iron problem all together they will more or less inherit domination of the galaxy by default. And because humanity has been going out of its way to stay away from the crazy space elf's it seems they aren't aware of humanity either.
Which means no eldar farseers kicking humanity while it's down so the federation of man can't recover or even kicking off the whole men of iron rebellion to begin with which is a popular theory.
Had humanity encountered any other alien races yet. Orc raids at least? Pretty sure after everything the emperor has heard he would make sure the navy and army let alone planetary defense forces were strong. Would love to see a interlude from the emperor about how he feels about the Zerg hivemind he's currently friends with.
Still with humanity not dependent on warp tech for travel means the birth of she who thirst won't reck humanity's ability to travel and in by passing the whole men of iron problem all together they will more or less inherit domination of the galaxy by default. And because humanity has been going out of its way to stay away from the crazy space elf's it seems they aren't aware of humanity either.
Which means no eldar farseers kicking humanity while it's down so the federation of man can't recover or even kicking off the whole men of iron rebellion to begin with which is a popular theory.
Had humanity encountered any other alien races yet. Orc raids at least? Pretty sure after everything the emperor has heard he would make sure the navy and army let alone planetary defense forces were strong. Would love to see a interlude from the emperor about how he feels about the Zerg hivemind he's currently friends with.
- Location
- Isekai'd to this shitty world we're live in
I'm guessing Craftworlders should soon join the Exodites, as "Do Not Want-ers". I don't know when, before the collapse, they distanced themselves from the core of the empire, but I'm guessing, that if it wasn't already done, the meddling should accelerate that event massively.
- Location
- England
They probably realized that nearly every one of them was going to get nom-nommed, but a select few would become daemon princes etc. in the new world order. Obviously each of them (being arrogant narcissists) thought that they would be the 'select few' and everyone else around them would get nom-nommed. Then you throw in mutual back-stabbing and competing to be the best murder fuckers that every murder fucked.
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807M04 Bone-Sing-Song
- Location
- Ontario, Canada, Earth
807 M04
SNG-31, Song to his friends, hummed absentmindedly as he examined the break in the municipal dataline, and his beautiful partner Aria warbled in harmony with him. The music actually served a purpose too; while it was technically possible to modify wraithbone with purely intellectual manipulation using your partner bond as a focus, anything beyond trivial party tricks required mnemonics and harmonic algorithms that were much easier to focus through song.
And currently, his song was telling him that… the break caused by an over-enthusiastic construction crew was going to be fairly simple to repair. While normally the well-protected dataline would be too tough to damage even with excavation equipment, the hard granite that was close to the surface around here necessitated using an excavator with wraithbone teeth on the cutting edge. While the damaged wraithbone tooth would be a simple matter of swapping it out and letting it regrow overnight in the company's grow-tank, the dataline couldn't be taken to the factory that had the necessary grow-tanks for datalines because it was installed already.
With a minor adjustment to the clamps holding the ends together, Song turned to his partner. "Are you ready, my friend?"
The iridescent bird gave an affirmative chirp, and they focused on their eternal bond to each other to begin the Song of Repair. First, the diagnostic verse, which served as the underlying structure describing exactly what they were working on, and which Song was skilled enough to produce on his own. Then Aria chimed in with the refrain of purity, which helped ensure no dirt or foreign material could get sealed into the new growth.
Then came the hard part. Song and Aria both started moving their sub-harmonics up and down the scale to warm up, before using the overlapping notes to sing the chorus of mending, while still singing their own parts of the song at the same time.
The three part harmony swelled and swayed for several minutes as the wraithbone flowed together like a liquid, before smoothing out and returning to its pristine appearance.
Finally, they drew all three parts of the song together into the coda of sealing, to ensure that there were no weak points in the freshly formed material, and with one last crooning note, the song ended.
Song grinned at his partner. "Always satisfying to manage that, eh Aria?" Indeed, what would normally require three sets of journeyman skilled humans and partners to each sing one part of the harmony, Song and his partner could manage alone, although that was to be expected, with more than two and a half centuries of expertise in bone-singing.
A man cleared his throat to get their attention. "That was beautiful, Song. Now that you're done with that project though, I was hoping you could stop by the clinic. PEB-81 managed to break his arm by being incautious around a landing aircar. We were hoping you could take a look at it. Our bone-singer specialist would take several hours to fly out here."
Song nodded. "No problem, Elam. Always happy to help."
On the way towards the clinic of the small town where he lived, Song was reminded of his days as a young synth. Even before he had Aria, he had always been fascinated by bone-singing. To a young boy obsessed with technology, the little chip of wraithfire in his chest was just the coolest thing ever. Even five centuries later, he was still amazed. While they did have arrays of wraithbone that could slowly produce specific predetermined shapes of the wonder material in a similar, albeit far more complicated, method that grow-tanks used, the arrays themselves were the most complex machines Song knew of. Seeing one in person during his apprenticeship was the highlight of his century. They were quite literally beyond human comprehension in complexity. It was somewhat of an open secret in the industry that such powerful arrays were personally constructed by planetary-governor level AI, because no human scale mind could contain all the information required. Even then, designing the arrays was still a mystery, since even planetary-governor level AI would struggle with such a feat.
Perhaps there was an AI out there just as fascinated with bone-singing as Song was.
SNG-31, Song to his friends, hummed absentmindedly as he examined the break in the municipal dataline, and his beautiful partner Aria warbled in harmony with him. The music actually served a purpose too; while it was technically possible to modify wraithbone with purely intellectual manipulation using your partner bond as a focus, anything beyond trivial party tricks required mnemonics and harmonic algorithms that were much easier to focus through song.
And currently, his song was telling him that… the break caused by an over-enthusiastic construction crew was going to be fairly simple to repair. While normally the well-protected dataline would be too tough to damage even with excavation equipment, the hard granite that was close to the surface around here necessitated using an excavator with wraithbone teeth on the cutting edge. While the damaged wraithbone tooth would be a simple matter of swapping it out and letting it regrow overnight in the company's grow-tank, the dataline couldn't be taken to the factory that had the necessary grow-tanks for datalines because it was installed already.
With a minor adjustment to the clamps holding the ends together, Song turned to his partner. "Are you ready, my friend?"
The iridescent bird gave an affirmative chirp, and they focused on their eternal bond to each other to begin the Song of Repair. First, the diagnostic verse, which served as the underlying structure describing exactly what they were working on, and which Song was skilled enough to produce on his own. Then Aria chimed in with the refrain of purity, which helped ensure no dirt or foreign material could get sealed into the new growth.
Then came the hard part. Song and Aria both started moving their sub-harmonics up and down the scale to warm up, before using the overlapping notes to sing the chorus of mending, while still singing their own parts of the song at the same time.
The three part harmony swelled and swayed for several minutes as the wraithbone flowed together like a liquid, before smoothing out and returning to its pristine appearance.
Finally, they drew all three parts of the song together into the coda of sealing, to ensure that there were no weak points in the freshly formed material, and with one last crooning note, the song ended.
Song grinned at his partner. "Always satisfying to manage that, eh Aria?" Indeed, what would normally require three sets of journeyman skilled humans and partners to each sing one part of the harmony, Song and his partner could manage alone, although that was to be expected, with more than two and a half centuries of expertise in bone-singing.
A man cleared his throat to get their attention. "That was beautiful, Song. Now that you're done with that project though, I was hoping you could stop by the clinic. PEB-81 managed to break his arm by being incautious around a landing aircar. We were hoping you could take a look at it. Our bone-singer specialist would take several hours to fly out here."
Song nodded. "No problem, Elam. Always happy to help."
On the way towards the clinic of the small town where he lived, Song was reminded of his days as a young synth. Even before he had Aria, he had always been fascinated by bone-singing. To a young boy obsessed with technology, the little chip of wraithfire in his chest was just the coolest thing ever. Even five centuries later, he was still amazed. While they did have arrays of wraithbone that could slowly produce specific predetermined shapes of the wonder material in a similar, albeit far more complicated, method that grow-tanks used, the arrays themselves were the most complex machines Song knew of. Seeing one in person during his apprenticeship was the highlight of his century. They were quite literally beyond human comprehension in complexity. It was somewhat of an open secret in the industry that such powerful arrays were personally constructed by planetary-governor level AI, because no human scale mind could contain all the information required. Even then, designing the arrays was still a mystery, since even planetary-governor level AI would struggle with such a feat.
Perhaps there was an AI out there just as fascinated with bone-singing as Song was.
- Location
- US
This fic really is totally awesome, I love every update.
I mean, look at climate change and the fossil fuel industries, which would demand a restructuring of society with a probable degradation of one's immediate and medium-term quality of life and/or structural and technological reforms that are heavily opposed by wealthy and powerful interest groups. There are probably extraordinary socio-economic pressures to maintain this status quo-among the Eldar.
169M05 Bad Breakup
- Location
- Ontario, Canada, Earth
169 M05
Orm-self was hurting, but Orm-self had been hurt before, and recovered. This time, something was more wrong. Kally knew that humans-selves sometimes needed time alone from each other. They shouldn't want time alone from Kally though!
Kally had tried everything. She brought Orm-self snacks, and had brought otherfriends over, and had let Herro-self know that Tumua would need to stay away for a while, because their broken human-bond was painful for Orm-self.
But Orm-self was still hurting! Kally tried snuggling up next to Orm-self like when they were young, and Orm-self was missing his family-bonds at school.
"Get off, you damn mutt (anger). I can't stand your pity right now (rejection). Bad enough that Tumua broke up with me (loneliness). I don't need your fucking pushing (self-pity)." He pushed her off the bed with an uncoordinated shove.
Kally whined. There had to be a way to get Orm-self to stop his sickness! Orm-self was only in bed in the first place because Ortaal helped Kally drag Orm-self there when Orm-self fell over from huffing solvent when Kally was busy bringing over one of Orm-self's otherfriends. Ortaal had just sighed and said it was like before Orm-self bonded with Kally. That wasn't right! Orm-self had Kally now!
"I can feel your fucking worry spirals, Kally (anger). I can't take it anymore (desperation)." Orm-self stumbled out of bed and popped open a sealed container, and Kally's eyes widened at the smell of [bond-suppressant]. Kally thought Kally had destroyed all the ones Orm-self had stolen from the back room of the medicine-place!
Kally desperately tried to get it away from Orm-self, but Kally was small, and Orm-self just pushed her away.
Kally could feel it the moment the [bond-suppressant] started to work. It was supposed to reduce the pain from broken self-bonds when partner-selves or humans-selves died in an accident. But now, it felt like Kally's self-bond was heavy and weak.
Kally wrinkled her nose in disgust. With Kally's self-bond [suppressed] the room smelled disgusting. Like sweat, (loneliness), and something else. Something that made Kally want to snarl. It was faint, but Kally could smell ENEMY on Orm. Immediately, Kally's mind opened up to Partner-whole. Partner-whole knew the smell of ENEMY, and started paying closer attention. Kally-self and Herro-self and Glori-self and Yimm-self all spoke of Orm. Of Orm's broken human-bond, and Orm's suppressed partner-bond. Partner-whole knew that with Orm's suppressed partner-bond and his weakness Orm would be more vulnerable to ENEMY.
Something would need to be done. Partner-whole gave subtle hints to Nessa-self, who's human-self was an ENEMY-hunter. Nessa-self and her human-partner perked up and looked at each other, before their noses twitched and their eyes cast in Orm's exact direction. Something would be done.
With that, Kally withdrew from Partner-whole. Good. Help was coming. If Orm wouldn't listen to Kally, then Orm would listen to ENEMY-hunter. Orm wouldn't have a choice. And then Orm would have some sense knocked into him, and Orm would accept Kally's help again.
Nessa and Rashah looked at each other. It was that time again. Most people in the Coalition didn't know, or honestly even need to know, but Chaos was out there, ready to prey on those who were just the wrong combination of susceptible, stupid, and unlucky. While there had never been a recorded case of full possession, subtler works could make it through the protective web of partner bonds that surrounded humanity.
They climbed into the squad car. Rashah entered the address and the car took off, while Nessa focused on their bond, and that little bit of the bond that stretched beyond, in order to gather more details, and Rashah typed those details up as they flew.
Male, second century, just went through a bad breakup, already had notes in his file from Primary that he had a tendency towards substance abuse and notes from Secondary of bond-negligence and even a report of attempted bond-suppressant theft. That was a tightly controlled substance for a reason. Partially because it was an enabler for so much worse. The worst pre-partner vices writ large when people shunned the one being that would always have their best interests at heart in order to pursue fleeting highs. Likely to be a bad case then. They would have to be thorough.
Nessa whined, and Rashah looked over at her. "I know, hun. But we deal with it so that most people never even need to worry about it. Bond-negligence cases are the worst."
And it was true. Partner-death cases were more common, but also more understandable and often faster to recover, as a new partner bond took time to form, and even longer to heal the old wound, but patients could feel the recovery day by day, so they were usually looking forwards, even in the roughest times. Bond-negligence though… often meant there was just something fundamentally wrong with the human, and sometimes in subtle or insidious ways.
"We'll get him straightened out. And should the worst come to pass? Well, at least we can help Kally find a new human."
Orm-self was hurting, but Orm-self had been hurt before, and recovered. This time, something was more wrong. Kally knew that humans-selves sometimes needed time alone from each other. They shouldn't want time alone from Kally though!
Kally had tried everything. She brought Orm-self snacks, and had brought otherfriends over, and had let Herro-self know that Tumua would need to stay away for a while, because their broken human-bond was painful for Orm-self.
But Orm-self was still hurting! Kally tried snuggling up next to Orm-self like when they were young, and Orm-self was missing his family-bonds at school.
"Get off, you damn mutt (anger). I can't stand your pity right now (rejection). Bad enough that Tumua broke up with me (loneliness). I don't need your fucking pushing (self-pity)." He pushed her off the bed with an uncoordinated shove.
Kally whined. There had to be a way to get Orm-self to stop his sickness! Orm-self was only in bed in the first place because Ortaal helped Kally drag Orm-self there when Orm-self fell over from huffing solvent when Kally was busy bringing over one of Orm-self's otherfriends. Ortaal had just sighed and said it was like before Orm-self bonded with Kally. That wasn't right! Orm-self had Kally now!
"I can feel your fucking worry spirals, Kally (anger). I can't take it anymore (desperation)." Orm-self stumbled out of bed and popped open a sealed container, and Kally's eyes widened at the smell of [bond-suppressant]. Kally thought Kally had destroyed all the ones Orm-self had stolen from the back room of the medicine-place!
Kally desperately tried to get it away from Orm-self, but Kally was small, and Orm-self just pushed her away.
Kally could feel it the moment the [bond-suppressant] started to work. It was supposed to reduce the pain from broken self-bonds when partner-selves or humans-selves died in an accident. But now, it felt like Kally's self-bond was heavy and weak.
Kally wrinkled her nose in disgust. With Kally's self-bond [suppressed] the room smelled disgusting. Like sweat, (loneliness), and something else. Something that made Kally want to snarl. It was faint, but Kally could smell ENEMY on Orm. Immediately, Kally's mind opened up to Partner-whole. Partner-whole knew the smell of ENEMY, and started paying closer attention. Kally-self and Herro-self and Glori-self and Yimm-self all spoke of Orm. Of Orm's broken human-bond, and Orm's suppressed partner-bond. Partner-whole knew that with Orm's suppressed partner-bond and his weakness Orm would be more vulnerable to ENEMY.
Something would need to be done. Partner-whole gave subtle hints to Nessa-self, who's human-self was an ENEMY-hunter. Nessa-self and her human-partner perked up and looked at each other, before their noses twitched and their eyes cast in Orm's exact direction. Something would be done.
With that, Kally withdrew from Partner-whole. Good. Help was coming. If Orm wouldn't listen to Kally, then Orm would listen to ENEMY-hunter. Orm wouldn't have a choice. And then Orm would have some sense knocked into him, and Orm would accept Kally's help again.
Nessa and Rashah looked at each other. It was that time again. Most people in the Coalition didn't know, or honestly even need to know, but Chaos was out there, ready to prey on those who were just the wrong combination of susceptible, stupid, and unlucky. While there had never been a recorded case of full possession, subtler works could make it through the protective web of partner bonds that surrounded humanity.
They climbed into the squad car. Rashah entered the address and the car took off, while Nessa focused on their bond, and that little bit of the bond that stretched beyond, in order to gather more details, and Rashah typed those details up as they flew.
Male, second century, just went through a bad breakup, already had notes in his file from Primary that he had a tendency towards substance abuse and notes from Secondary of bond-negligence and even a report of attempted bond-suppressant theft. That was a tightly controlled substance for a reason. Partially because it was an enabler for so much worse. The worst pre-partner vices writ large when people shunned the one being that would always have their best interests at heart in order to pursue fleeting highs. Likely to be a bad case then. They would have to be thorough.
Nessa whined, and Rashah looked over at her. "I know, hun. But we deal with it so that most people never even need to worry about it. Bond-negligence cases are the worst."
And it was true. Partner-death cases were more common, but also more understandable and often faster to recover, as a new partner bond took time to form, and even longer to heal the old wound, but patients could feel the recovery day by day, so they were usually looking forwards, even in the roughest times. Bond-negligence though… often meant there was just something fundamentally wrong with the human, and sometimes in subtle or insidious ways.
"We'll get him straightened out. And should the worst come to pass? Well, at least we can help Kally find a new human."
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And it's the little chapter's like this that make this story great. Lorre in nice digestible piece's that's not overly complicated. Now don't get me wrong I like having to think on Lorre just as much as the next guy ,but to many stories over mystify things to the point of just being annoying for casual reading.
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poor kally, bad human stop being dumb and hug your dog.