#andromeda 6 Calderon | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

arcanadreams · 2 years

Text

in the ultimate form of mlm wlw solidarity, finding and reading through the entirety of @junipersimp’s blog today finally got me off my ass to FINISH THESE!! they have been partially written, sitting in my drafts for LIKE MONTHS AT THIS POINT. SO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A6 INSPIRATION I LOVE YOUR WORK <3

anyway these are hcs for the a6 love interests in the scenario of “kissing a friend to get a creep to leave them alone and there’s a SPARK” (yes i know damon and cal basically already did this in-game but i’m adding ✨KITH✨) i haven’t played every route so sorry if anyone is ooc ahgskfks also pls excuse grammar mistakes it is midnight

:D have fun!! also feel free to send in a6 requests/ideas, tho considering how long these babies took i make no promises about getting to them in a timely manner

June:

What’s that? Oh you need literally anything? Anything at all? Yeah, sure thing, Traveler.

Translation: Yes he’s absolutely down to kiss you to get a creep off your back should you ask.

The second the words “Kiss me, please?” leave your lips June is obliging. If it weren’t for the alarm in your eyes and the urgent grip you had on his shirt, he probably would’ve asked more questions. But what Traveler wants, Traveler gets; at least, that’s the philosophy June subscribes to.

The kiss is short, but very tender. One of his hands gently curls around your side, the other holding your cheek. The sweetness of it makes your face heat up. You hadn’t expected to feel fireworks, but there they were. When the two of you separate, his shifts his hands to rest on your hips but doesn’t move away from you.

“I’m not complaining, but...can I ask what that was about? You looked worried.” You explain quickly, noticing a few flecks of green shine in his eyes as he learns of the person following you. He looks around the two of you, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. Is he attempting to ground you or himself? Both, to be honest (but himself a bit moreso).

You can physically feel his relief when he doesn’t see the creeper anywhere. He lets out a sigh, turning to you with a small smile. His shoulders lower ever so slightly, almost as if he feels self-conscious for his protective actions.

“Why don’t you stick by my side while we’re here? I’d feel better with you near me after that.” You agree happily, wondering whether the “after that” is referring to the creep situation or the kiss. You hope it’s the kiss. (It’s both.)

Damon:

Literally is so down for this. There is nothing he would like more than to smooch you out of trouble.

Let’s be real: he’s too into it. Don’t ask him to help in this scenario unless you’re ready for some of his usual antics dialed up to 11 in the name of “just doing what you asked.”

“Could you please kiss me? For safety reasons?” Damon can’t help chuckling a little; he knows the situation already and yet the way you phrase your plea surprises him. He had figured out what was happening before you even approached him; he’d been keeping an eye on you.

“For safety reasons, eh?” He teases, figuring he has a little time to mess with you before the creep figures out where you ran off to. But he doesn’t; they're sharper than he’d given them credit for. He narrows his eyes when he notices they are back to being hot on your trail.

“Look, Damon, I know it’s a weird request but-” “I’ve got it covered, sweetheart,” he interrupts you, saying the pet name with emphasis so the people around you, problem one included, can hear it clearly.

The assassin reaches forward and places his hands on your sides, pulling you close to him. He whispers a quick “Just follow my lead” into your ear, which you respond to with a nod. He shoots you a grin before moving one hand to the small of your back and tugging you into a kiss. It is fiery and passionate and has you feeling butterflies in your stomach...a feeling that only gets stronger when his right hand slides down to your thigh and lifts your leg slightly.

“Think we fooled them?” He asks, rather cheekily, when the two of you finally pull apart. Turning and looking around the area, you see your pursuer is long gone. Never missing an opportunity to tease, Damon whispers in your ear yet again: “I’m not sure we were convincing...think it’d sell it more if we walk around with my hand in your back pocket the rest of the night?”

Calderon:

Mmm depends, to be quite honest with you. If you’re just plain friends, he won’t kiss you. He just puts his hand on his blaster and gives the creep a death glare.

But if you’re friends with tension, and there’s been flirting going on between you two? Then yeah, yeah he will. Not on the lips, though.

“I know this is weird but please kiss me; this guy will not take a hint.” Calderon knows something has to be wrong when you grab onto his arm so suddenly. Looking behind you, he can already see a half-bionic man making a beeline for where the two of you stand.

“This happens every time I leave you alone,” he groans. You open your mouth to retort but he bends down to place a firm kiss to your forehead before you have the chance. His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you closer to him. You can’t see it, but Cal is giving the guy a glare while his lips are pressed to your skin. The creep is phased and stops in his tracks; a death glare from Calderon Lynch will do that, yeah.

Meanwhile, you are having an inner crisis over the fact that a simple kiss on the forehead from Cal is making you feel things. The kiss is protective; you can tell from his rigid posture how mad he is on your behalf. However, you can feel none of that anger where his lips touch your skin and that has your stomach filling with unexpected butterflies.

Calderon pulls away when the guy slinks off. His expression slips into a satisfied grin when he sees the creep flee the area completely. You thank the captain. He answers you with a huff and acknowledging nod, but not before you catch a glimpse of a light blush on his cheeks.

“We need to get you a bodyguard,” he taps your chin briefly. “For tonight, stay by me. And don’t wander off again.”

Ayame:

Oh hell yeah. She’ll just as soon punch the guy for you, but...

...when you put it that way, how could she even have considered any other possible solutions?

Ayame spots the distressed look on your face from across the room as she spins in circles on a pole. She stops her dance immediately, squinting to assess your situation properly. She watches as you awkwardly laugh, clearly trying to get away from the half-bionic man speaking to you. He doesn’t get the hint. She, however, does, and slides off the stage without hesitation, ready to break her hand again.

“Babe, who is this?” she sidles up next to you right as the guy is asking you to leave with him for the third time that night. You feel her arm on your back, her hand landing on your hip and resting there. She tugs you a little closer as she continues. “Is this asshole bothering you?” Aaaand she’s instigating. Aya may be ready to shatter her bones again, but you certainly aren’t keen on that happening. The robotic man doesn’t get a chance to respond because you’re already blurting out your own in an attempt to diffuse this bar fight before it starts.

“You forgot my kiss,” your slightly alarmed voice does not sound convincing at all, so you quickly add a “babe” of your own on to the end. Aya stifles a laugh at your acting, but grins nonetheless.

“You’re right; I completely forgot. Let me make it up to you,” she’s practically purring, cupping your cheek and turning your face until you make eye contact with her and oh god she’s looking at you like she wants to devour you-

And then she’s kissing you. Her lips taste like a fruity cocktail and you kiss back as the hand on your cheek slides down to your neck. You hear a gruff robotic voice mumble something about ‘I get it, I get it,’ but you don’t pull away. The smooching only stops when Ayame laughs.

“You know, I was just going to punch that guy, but I think your solution worked just as well. Let me know when you need my services again.~”

Ryona:

Is like Calderon in that you get a kiss from her, just not one on the lips.

She’s honestly just as likely to sidestep you entirely and put you behind her while verbally tearing the creep a new one, rather than deter them with a kiss.

Ryona gives your hand a welcoming squeeze when she feels you slide your hand into hers suddenly. She turns around with a smile, but it fades into a concerned frown quickly at your slightly panicked expression.

“There’s this guy who has been following me so could you maybe-” you don’t even get to finish your sentence. Ryona looks behind you and sees the guy approaching, quickly giving your hand another squeeze before she steps in front of you. She pushes you slightly behind her, putting herself between you and your harasser.

“Is there a problem here?” She sneers at him. The guy says that there wasn’t until she got involved, and she openly scoffs. Completely unafraid, she steps forward and points a finger in his face. “Leave them alone. Is this how all your romantic pursuits go? You chase someone down until they have to look for help from someone they actually are interested in?” The small crowd of people who until that point had tried to hide their eavesdropping let out a chorus of ‘ooo’s and gasps.

“You know what? Fuck this. They ain’t worth it anyway,” the creep retreats quickly. He can’t handle the heat of Ryona. And neither can you, to be honest; she turns back to you, taking your face in her hands gently and looking you over, and you nearly combust on the spot. First she protects you without even thinking about it, and now she’s looking at you with so much affection and worry?? You’re gonna die.

“I was going to ask if you could kiss me to make him get the hint but that worked. Also you’re really hot. Also thank you.” In your Ryona-induced haze, you rambled out praises. The woman in question laughed, covering her mouth with her hand briefly before moving it aside to give you a peck on the cheek.

“If there is a next time, we can try your plan, Traveler.”

Vexx:

Sounds fun, sure. He’s a lot like Damon about it. Takes the opportunity to tease you.

Traveler? Begging him for a kiss? Literally why would be ever turn you down?

“Vexx!” The red-head turns around immediately at the sound of your voice calling his name. He raises a half confused, half worried eyebrow at the fact you seemingly ran to him just now.

“Everything ok?” He unabashedly looks you up and down in search of any injury.

“Do you remember when people would hit on me sometimes back when we snuck out of the palace? And how you’d pretend to be my boyfriend to get them off my back?” Yes, of course he does; he doesn’t want to ever forget those times again. “Think you could do that again? This person will not take a hint.” Vexx looks behind you and sees the approaching culprit, narrowing his eyes for a second. But then he looks back at you and a giant grin grows on his face. He gently takes a hold of your wrist, tugging you toward him. Your hands rest on his chest as the two of you collide.

“How could I disobey the wishes of royalty?” He whispers in your ear, pausing for a second after the joke. His second whispers sound far more sincere: “Do you trust me? I want to try something.” You snort and blush before nodding and telling him that of course you trust him; he’s your best friend. His eyes soften at your remark before he leans in and gives you a brief kiss. He pulls back to test your response but when you chase after his lips he smiles and dives back in. When you finally part, you’re both left breathless.

“You know,” his shit-eating grin is back. “The boyfriend act always was my favorite part of the guard job.”

Bash:

Asks you to repeat yourself, both flustered by the suddenness and needing to be sure you mean it.

You mean it? Well damn, in that case hell yes it’s kiss time.

“Come again? And if you really did say what I think you said...are you sure?” Bash blinks, a blush lighting up his cheeks. Had he just heard you right? Had you really asked him to kiss you? With a pretty please on top and everything? You assure him that yes, you did just ask him to kiss you to help you get rid of a persistent creep. At your reassurance, his stance stops being stiff as a board and he looks far more comfortable.

“Well, if it’s for such a good cause,~” he wiggles his eyebrows and outstretches a hand, offering it to you. You laugh and take it, allowing him to pull you in closer. He smiles at you before looking to the direction you came from. He clicks his teeth and frowns upon spotting a figure making a beeline for the two of you.

“That them?” At your nod, he glares back over at them and raises his voice. “Damn, I’m so sorry, honey! People really don’t know how to take a hint around here!” He is purposefully loud and obvious, and you can’t help but snicker at him.

Bash looks at you, his eyes asking for silent permission. Another ‘are you sure about this?’ You respond by closing your eyes and his heart jumps in his chest. You trust him so much and it warms his whole being to see. He leans in, wrapping his arms around you. The kiss is gentle and happy, both of you smiling the whole way through it. When you separate, he wears a goofy grin on his face. He looks to where the creep used to be and finds no one.

“Hey, we did it!” He gives you a light squeeze. “Teamwork makes the dream work. We make a great team, don’t you think?” You reply with a resounding yes.

298 notes · View notes

dontwritemeoff · 2 years

Text

poorly translated shirts but as A6 characters

calderon

June

damon

bash

aya

ryona

vexx

bonus! traveler

#a6 #andromeda 6 #andromeda six #damon a6 #damon reznor #june a6 #june nyux #juniper nyux #bash a6 #calderon a6 #ryona a6 #ayame a6 #vexx a6 #i found these very funny ok

41 notes · View notes

of-tea-and-crumpets · 1 year

Text

Hello! I’ve never really used tumblr for something like this before so you’ll have to excuse my awkwardness.

I do have some rules

-I ask that you are kind and respectful. We’re all supposed to be adults here because (cough cough, 18+ blog because children scare me)

- I am over 18, so yes you may speak about adult topics.

-Don’t be afraid to ask me anything! Or just come over to talk about A6!

-If you would like me to talk or read your work, I don’t mind you asking! I love reading new fanfic and I would be happy to read yours!

Alright. If I need to add anything in the future, I will, but for now, here it is!

#andromeda 6 #andromeda six #damon reznor #calderon lynch #june nyux #ayame ikeda #ryona mi'haden #bash ilahaj #vexx serif #rules #A6

10 notes · View notes

emotelizardrambling · 10 months

Text

“I’ve had not enough!”

Coss-posted on AO3- let me know if you enjoy it.:

"Come on Stowaway, you've had enough." The Captain sighed, taking the traveler by the elbow but they shook him off.

"I've had not enough!" They argued swaying slightly, as they turned, to fix Calderon with a glare. "Of this," they gestured vaguely toward him, "Of you, I've had enough." They clarified "but not of drunk, I mean drink."

"Is that so?"

"That is so. You," they jammed a finger into the middle of his chest. "You, drive me fucking crazy, and not in the fun way."

He raised an eyebrow at them.

"Just like that." They moved their finger up just an inch from his nose. "You just gave me the look and now I'm all pissed off. Nothin', I can do about it though." They stated, pulling their hand away with a shrug. "Nothin' 'sept to drink." They swirled their drink and then downed what remained in the glass with three large gulps. "Fuck that's gross." They added slamming the cup back on the counter. "I need another one."

"You really don't," Calderon stated, drawing their attention again.

"Ughhhhh." They threw their head back dramatically, barely catching hold of the counter before they fell backward. Calderon helped them steady themselves again but it only earned him another glair. "Why are you still here?"

"Mainly to prevent you from ending up dead in a ditch."

The Traveler scoffed. "You wish I'd end up dead in a ditch." They said to their empty glass. "Then I'd really be out of your way. No more causing trouble, no more using up your resources, no more useless stowaway."

He almost interjected but the traveler continued. "It's not like l really blame you for that." They sighed. "June, and Aya, and Ryona, and Bash... They're nice. They feel sorry for me so they all wanna help. They're so fucking nice..." they nodded. "But it doesn't always do you good to be nice."The Traveler's tone was muted now. Clearly, they were too drunk to really manage what they said, but this was part of the sassy and energetic traveler that Cal had never seen. "You know that." they frowned. "As much as you piss me off, I don't think you're a bad captain. You look after your own and I can respect that."

With a small shake of the head and hand slamming on the counter. "All the same, I won't be giving you what you want. No dying in a ditch for me. Not yet. Even if that's not the right choice, even if it sucks, I promised."

They blinked, face drooping again. "I..." they steadied their head. "I think I promised... Or maybe I'm just too scared to die... Maybe that voice in my dream is just wishful thinking... Somebody who cares, who... Who sees something..." the words were said into the counter but they still hit Calderan like a punch. "Fuck I need another drink." The traveler raised their head and moved to the side, seemingly intent to call on the bartender, but, upon slipping off their stool, found their legs weren't in any mood to hold them up anymore.

Before they could hit the floor they were lifted up instead. Calderon had hooked his one arm around their shoulders and the other below their knees and was now carrying them away from the bar.

"Hey!!! What the fuck? Put me down," they wiggled and kicked the air.

"I will," Calderon assured them, "Back on the ship where you can sleep it off and live to regret your life choices tomorrow." He continued making his way out of the bar and onto the dimly lit street.

"Oh fuck you, you don't know a damn thing about my life choices. Hell. I don't even know a damn thing about my life choices."

"I know you're drunk off your ass, on a nearly lawless planet, being carried back to a mercenary ship, by a disgraced city guard."

Calderon supplied.

The traveler made a choking sound and for a moment he feared they were about to throw up all over him, but, catching a glance of their face, he realized they were biting back a laugh.

"Well," They giggled, "when you put it like that it does sound pretty bad." He, much more successfully, bit back a laugh of his own, settling on a smirk.

"Is that why you're bothering with me? To gloat about being right." They stated, suddenly not laughing at all anymore. It’s a perfect out, he thought. He would have only half-jokingly agreed with that statement an hour ago, but they studied him carefully from their place in his arms. Hands limp against his chest from their earlier feeble attempts to escape and, for the first time he could recall, they weren't a stubborn, defiant, stowaway testing his nerves and taunting him at every turn. They weren't the challenging, sharp-witted, firecrackers that refused to flinch in the face of a clear and direct threat and always played the cards they were dealt either, never seeming to expect anything better. They looked at him, and their eyes were filled with pain, and fear, he was certain they never intended to show. Something in him broke to see it, to realize he had glimpsed it over and over but had never taken it for what it was.

"You're not useless," he stated softly, stopping to be sure he could look them directly in the eyes. "You're clever, adaptable, and charismatic. I never should have said you were useless when I didn't even know you at the time, and I'm sorry I've let you believe I continued to think that."

They blinked their mouth, falling open slightly with an inelegant "huh?"

"You said you respect that I am willing to take care of my own, but you don't seem to realize that you are one of my own now. You're a member of this crew and I'm not going to let you get hurt just because you don't believe I care."

They were both silent for a few minutes as Calderon continued making his way back to the Andromeda Six. The look on their face was hard to read so he wasn't sure exactly what the traveler thought of his words. He tried not to dwell on it though. He didn't say anything that wasn't true after all.

"Cap’n," The traveler called softly.

"Yes?"

"Put me down." He looked down at them, the pang of worry that he had, in fact, said the wrong thing returning, but before he could respond their face twisted slightly.

"I don't feel so good." They said swallowing hard. They had barely been set on their feet when they crumpled over heaving violently. He managed to slow their fall but Calderon could do little but kneel beside them and prevent them from falling forward into their own vomit.

Eventually, the heaving slowed down and the traveler recovered taking slow and shaky breaths. Coughing occasionally and spitting out any remaining bile.

"You know..." They started meekly. "’at may be the only thing that tastes better comin’ up than going down." They were still shaking but they smiled weekly anyway.

Calderon didn't even try to stop his laugh, and the traveler let out a few chuckles of their own.

"A little better now?" He asked and they smiled softly.

"A little."

"Come on." He said picking them up once again. "Let's get you to bed."

"Mmm..." They chucked into his shoulder. "You're just all about getting me into bed." They mumbled.

He rolled his eyes, but still smiled softly to himself as they seemed to properly relax into his hold.

It wasn't long until their breathing grew soft and even, and their head lulled against his shoulder. He made his way back to the A6 and, as quietly as he could, to the traveler's room, depositing them gently onto their bed, removing their shoes, and spreading a blanket over them. The process was familiar to him considering the years he and Ayame had been friends. He knew to leave out a headache remedy and full bottle of water beside her bed, he also brought a second bottle of water, he hated the idea of having to wake them up from peaceful rest, something, Ryona had alluded, that was not easy for them to come by, but they just threw up quite a lot, and they would need to rehydrate. Gently he shook their shoulder, and their eyes fluttered a little. Calderon helped them sit up, and they only gave a mild groan of protest.

It didn't take any convincing to get them to drink the water. The way they took consistent slow sips with nibbles at the crackers in between, even in their drunken state, told him they were familiar with this process as well. That provided an odd mix of emotions. No one with a happy normal life gets drunk like she did, alone, not trying to prove anything to anyone. Even so, the fact that she didn't question being provided water and crackers gave him hope that she did have someone at least, someone who had taken care of them, who had been there for them. Then he pondered what might have happened to that person, considering where and how they had picked up the traveler, there was a good chance the person didn't make it out alive, but if they did, were they looking for his crew's favorite stowaway? Would the traveler remember them? Would they leave as soon as they did? Calderon shook off the train of thought, they would cross that bridge when (and if) they came to it.

When the traveler finished Cal took back the water bottle and packet, and the traveler laid back again. As he made his way out of the room he heard a sleepy voice.

"Thank you, Cap'n" the traveler slurred.

"Get some rest Stowaway," he replied before leaving them to sleep it off.

#andromeda 6 #calderon lynch #gender-neutral traveler #stowaway #drinking #mild language

6 notes · View notes

theogcinnamonroll · 2 years

Text

Terrifyingly accurate incorrect quote generator featuring Cassie the Traveler and Calderon

With bonus Cassie and Bash being idiot friends

#andromeda 6 #andromeda six #a6 #a6 traveler #incorrect quotes #calderon

21 notes · View notes

full---ofstarlight · 2 years

Photo

Selene Peg’asi && Calderon Lynch :: Andromeda Six

Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out

Ship Aesthetics | OC Aesthetics

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #calderon lynch #yes i finally caught up #and i just #have a lot of affectionate feelings #andromeda six oc #traveler x calderon #calderon x traveler #char selene peg'asi #selene x calderon #oc aesthetics #ship aesthetics

8 notes · View notes

commander-krios · 6 months

Text

I was tagged by @mightymizora to do this new game, so let's goooo!

rules: pick up to 10 characters and share one of your favorite lines of dialogue you have ever written for them!

Tagging: @dandenbo, @swaps55, @eluvisen, @aroserinosman and @valkblue

Juniper "June" Nyux from Andromeda Six, Under the Stars

“Orion is where I came from, but it’s not my home, Maris.” He trailed his mouth over her cheek, across her closed eyelids, before settling between her eyebrows, a lingering touch that nearly set her on fire. “You are. And being here with you, even under a fake night sky, is all I’ve ever dreamed of.”

2. Atris from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, The Mask of Mandalore

Atris held her lightsaber in front of her, eyes flashing angrily. “Arm yourself, Revan. I will finally destroy you, I will bring justice to the Jedi you led astray… to the Jedi you murdered.”

3. Calderon Lynch from Andromeda Six, Wherever You Lead

“I’m not a guard anymore, Daia. I haven’t been in a long time and I can’t go back.” Not after everything he’d been through. “Besides, being an ambassador means you’ll need transportation. Luckily, I know a Captain who will take a stowaway.”

4. Vexx Serif & the Traveler from Andromeda Six, Mine

With a gentle tug, he removed each glove, one at a time before dropping them in the dirt. “Those were expensive.” She chided him with such a fake scowl that he nearly choked on a laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. They’re still expensive lying in the dirt, if that helps?”

5. Canderous Ordo from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, New Beginnings

“I don’t bring up the memories to hurt you. It would’ve been an honor to die at Revan’s hands. To fight the warrior who was single handedly the downfall of my people. To lie at her feet, her blade coated in my blood, my last moments filled with the haunting spectre of destruction that Revan was. It would’ve been a good death.”

6. Damon Reznor from Andromeda Six, A Shimmer of Gold

Damon smirked, glad to finally see some fire return to her golden eyes. “Astrea, if you were interested in trying knife play, you only had to ask.”

7. Kal'Reegar from Mass Effect, Worth Fighting For

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day.” She sniffed before a small laugh escaped her. “Save it for the ship, soldier.”

8. Zaeed Massani from Mass Effect, Beauty Like A Raging Flame

“Hey, Zaeed,” She managed with a feral grin before her eyes rolled back into her head, slumping forward onto the dead krogan. With a grunt, Zaeed reached forward, brushing that wild hair out of her face before pressing two fingers to the pulse point on her neck, feeling the strong heartbeat there despite the show of strength that’d knocked her off her feet. “Crazy bitch.”

9. James Vega from Mass Effect, Yours

“A tamale. My Abuela's recipe. Trust me, it’s the best thing you’ll ever put in your mouth.”

10. Jeff "Joker" Moreau from Mass Effect, Finding Peace

“Ok, hear me out?” He moved farther in, being careful not to trip over the expensive throw rugs. Kaidan crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow, clearly curious about where he was going with his train of thought. “Captain’s single, no kids… this is a bachelor pad, Kaidan. How many people did he bring back here on shore leave?” “Oh, ew, I do not want to think about that.” “Think about it a little bit . You have to admit, it’s hilarious.”

#my writing #dialogue meme #things i'm tagged in

19 notes · View notes

burntheupholstery · 2 years

Text

on characters

just played andromeda six’s episode 6, i see what the fuss was all about now. i’m not gonna say anything on that matter because i’ll wait for the full story (4 more episodes) before critiquing the frankly somewhat badly handled depiction of grief in episodes 1-5, but i do have something i want to say.

does anyone think the chemistry between the crew is ... lacking? feel free to discuss it with me, i bring it up because i’m trying to figure it out for fic, and i can’t seem to find in-text explanations for why they stick together, except possibly an anti-k’merii sentiment. that’s all well and good, spite can carry a person a long way, but this crew have supposedly been running together for several years now, so where’s the emotional connective tissue between them?

but burn, you ask, this is a romance vn, why is this important? shouldn’t the devs prioritize the relationship between LI and MC?

you’d be correct, imaginary audience! but what happens, i ask, to the LIs who you don’t romance? what happens to their plot, and what happens to them when their arc is over? i know i dislike a character who becomes a hanger-on. i especially dislike it when there are potentially rich inter-crew interactions to be had but they’re just left hanging. it’s nice to read about a group of friends who like each other anyway, isn’t it?

let me state before we go into the weeds that the aim of this post is for discussion and engagement (and my own analysis). pull up a carpet square, friends, we’re going down the character list by alphabet.

Ayame:

we know her relationship with Bash to be friendly, almost bestie-level, because they work together very often (such as on Cursa) and have similar interests (mecha). this is good! me like. i’d love to see more of their shenanigans! i’ll probably write a fic of them sparring or something, that’ll be fun.

we know her relationship with Calderon to be that of superior-subordinate, but also of friends, but we see very little of it aside from being told. i also wanna write a fic of the time Aya broke him out of jail, because you know Cal is gonna be pissed off she’s breaking the law, even if she’s breaking the law to help him.

we know she and June seem to have a Responsible-Older-Brother and Misbehaving-Little-Sister thing going on, which is alright, but still rather shallow. furthermore, do they bond over the loss of a sibling? do they know the other has experienced the same loss? that seems like a big oversight to me, maybe the devs will expand on that in the future?

we know she likes Damon enough to have slept with him (i don’t personally believe sex = a relationship; i’m more in the sex = lust camp, so just telling me ‘they slept together’ isn’t relationship shorthand in my book) and anyways it was a drunken thing, iirc. also, we see very little of them having a substantial conversation (the spar doesn’t count and i shouldn’t have to explain why) outside of work. i want to know what ayame thinks of their stabby assassin!! i wanna know if she likes cats as much as he does!!

we know next to nothing about her relationship with Ryona. I may be mistaken (i haven’t played the game exhaustively) but Ayame doesn’t have a scene in Ryona’s lab, nor do they interact a lot on-screen, and very little is said about what they think of each other aside from civilities.

finally, and perhaps most damningly, we have never seen Ayame react on-screen to Vexx, who has so much potential with Ayame. they’re both kitalphan, but Aya is first-gen and Vexx is second-gen, which is a perfect set up for conflict! (i go into this in my fic, come read?) but we see nothing on-screen. devs, is there a reason? you gave us the delicious hook of vexx’s parents being dead - why not expand on his kitalphan parentage a little, since Kitalpha imploding should’ve impacted his life as well. (i go into this in my fic ... come read?)

The most we’ve read about Ayame’s apparent distance from the team is revealed in Ep6, where she reveals some spoiler-ish facts about her attitude towards the crew, her brother Akira, and family. I eagerly await more news on her relationships for future episodes.

Bash:

i’ve covered his relationship with Ayame, and i’ll preface this section with the admission that his arc hasn’t come yet, so perhaps it explains the apparent lack of focus on Bash in the main plot.

see, Bash occupies the unique position as the one guy on the crew who’s connection with the two Pillars of Plot (Zovack and Peg’asi) to be extremely tenuous. everyone else has a big fat bone to pick with both Pillars, driving the plot forwards, but Bash ... i’ll wait and see.

back to his inter-crew relationships. we have nothing on him and Calderon. who recruited him? Oppo? how did the recruitment interview go? how did he switch careers from arena fighter to engineer? what was he doing before being a fighter?

we have nothing on him and Damon, except the odd line here and there about Bash’s hand-to-hand skills. give me something here, devs, both are skilled fighters and one has a metal arm, there’s so much potential here!

we have very little on him and June. presumably the crew knows about June’s history, and clearly there is some familiarity with June’s orionite-rages, but beyond that? ...

we know about his you-saved-my-life crush on Ryona. i’m hoping his arc in the future episodes will feature the resolution of this little thread

and finally, absolutely nothing about Vexx except the usual anti-k’merii sentiment. what does our resident engineer think about one rehabilitated k’merii on their ship? no one knows. as a Vexxmancer i’m a little disappointed. i still want Bash in my traveller’s life, y’know?

i’m not the most Bash-inclined player, so if anything i said in this section is false, do point it out to me!

i’ve been plugging the lack of Ayame and Bash interactions by coming up with wild hesdcanons in my fic. the most recent example is a shopping trip they took together, come read! and pass judgement

Calderon:

we’ve covered Aya and Bash, so i’ll start with Damon.

there’s a substantial amount here - we gather from context clues that Cal is the one to recruit Damon, and Damon knows quite a bit about Cal, but we’re not sure exactly about the when, how, and why of both the recruitment and the depth of their relationship. (how do they know each other? i bet there’s a juicy story there.) we also haven’t seen them do anything other than talk shop since the bar on Nos Vega. even the mission scene on Orion was rushed and devoid of detail. now, focusing writing efforts on the MC was the correct decision for the devs, but i want to see the crew fight back-to-back!! there could be so much to write about — the trust between them, where did it come from? Damon is flighty, as Alisa’s scenes demonstrated, so how come Calderon trusts him so much?

we know very little about Cal and June. the scene they share on Cursa - their only time on-screen together - doesn’t have much on their relationship at all, only that June looks up to Calderon for his compassion. this doesn’t help much, because we don’t know what Cal thinks of June in response. again, if i have missed a line or two here and there, do point me in their direction, but my point is we know very little about the dynamics of this crew, even though we’re now 6 episodes in.

Calderon and Ryona is also a mystery. we have vague hints that they’re close in a we-killed-people-together sort of way (cal is aware of ryona’s aversion to killing, but nothing is said on this matter during the Orion mission) and we know Ryona is aware and slightly disapproving of Calderon’s quick temper, but what else?

Calderon and Vexx ... erm ... hostility??

Damon:

we’re covered Ayame, Bash, and Calderon, so we’ll start with June.

i ... don’t know what to say for him and June. i can’t recall any notable moment where he and June have exchanged a meaningful conversation. if i am misremembering, do let me know. what concerns me about this duo is that based on the views each have expressed in game, i don’t think they like each other all that much? i mean, Damon has his views about death, and June is torn up about his creation as a tool of violence and the death of Jules. that? that’s perfect conflict! another exciting angle of conflict between them is their fighting styles — Damon is, to use video game terms, a close-range DPS, and June is a tank/sniper hybrid, which should place them as the ultimate unbeatable tag team, but despite all these rich story threads, they don’t appear on-screen together for any substantial amount of time.

Damon and Ryona, though, i really really like. my personal headcanon for the reason for their bond is that the first thing Ryona did with Damon was kill a man, and since Ryona was recruited right after her traumatic run-in with the K’Merii, this act of mutually delivering violence deeply bonded her and Damon despite their vastly differing worldviews. but that’s my headcanon, what’s the devs’ take on this? giving us an unusual friendship is all well and good, but it’ll be even better if an explanation of events happens in-game! am hoping episodes 7-10 will give us more Damon&Ryona content!!

Damon and Vexx, i can also say i genuinely love. they...!! are just...!! i can’t even put it into meta, i just wrote a LOT of it into the fic, so if you want more Damon & Vexx shenanigans, hop on by the fic and witness the love i pour into them!!

June:

we’ve covered Ayame, Bash, Calderon, and Damon, so there’s only Ryona and Vexx to talk about.

we don’t know much about him and Ryona, which is a very big shame, because he is clearly afflicted by a condition that he doesn’t like or want. Ryona, however, is a medic/physician/doctor from a planet renowned for its medicine. do you see what i’m getting at? there is great potential for them! how does ryona react to him being the only successful implementation of biological orionite infusion? does she know? if so, why did June - and under what circumstances - did he tell her? if he didn’t tell her, what has she guessed? how does that affect their relationship?

Vexx ... erm ... ???

Ryona:

there’s not much to say here, because i’ve covered it all already.

we don’t know the details about her and ayame, but presumably they get along. does ryona know about akira? why, why not? i hope this gets brought up in episode 7 and after, it’d be a great place for it.

Bash has a crush on her, but we don’t know what she thinks about it. Episode 7 seems geared towards Ryona, though, so my hopes are up!

we don’t know the details about her and Calderon. there just isn’t much to go on, and this guy’s her captain.

her and Damon, we’ve already covered, they’re fantastic, 10/10, 💯, please continue.

June... :/

Vexx ... :// we have faint beginnings of something in the form of a doctor-patient relationship, but it’s not enough. why is she committed to healing him? is it professional pride? is it out of love for MC? depending on the answer, their dynamic is different, and will be interesting either way.

Vexx (my bias, my love, my one and only):

son, i know NOTHING about you. ayame? nothing.

bash? nothing.

calderon? nothing.

damon? mm, good shit, but 1/6 isn’t much.

june? nothing.

ryona? :/

this lack of relationships is a crucial oversight because i don’t feel that Vexx is connected to any of the crew. except for MC, who else is he living for? who else does he connect with? if MC doesn’t romance this LI, what is he doing in the story with his disproportionate weightage of plot relevance? i love vexx, im a sucker for the princess-and-her-bodyguard, but when i play other routes, im constantly puzzled by him. what are you doing here, buddy, where you have no friends, no past, and no future? i’d go mad, if i were him. or into a depressive funk.

so that’s all the characters. you’ll note that there are gems in there! Ayame and Bash, Damon and Ryona, Calderon and spite/duty/honor, and June and his lizard Jules. but there’s a significant lack of lateral connection. some of it can be pinned down to plot reasons:

the crew has been running from one planet to another since they picked up the traveller and thus has had no time to rest and interact

the crew is dealing with a massive, system-wide upheaval in politics and power, and many of them are personally caught up in it, which makes for heavy dinner table talk, so they don’t talk

this is still a romance VN, so space has to be made for MC/LI interactions

these gaos may well be foreshadowing, and this game still has 4 episodes to go, so i hope that by writing these out ... man, i don’t know. if the devs don’t find time to implement the lore allusions then i guess its ... fanfic time?

i’ve been reading spaceship crew fiction for a very long time and i believe the gaps im seeing isn’t a figment of my imagination, just as much as i believe the devs have it in them to write well. they did a wonderful job with the DLCs, after all!

I’m using headcanons to resolve this in my fic and also using my fic as a platform to play around in the sandbox of the A6 crew (please read it, i love writing it and i love discussing scifi) but if the dev’s read this - you may not, but if you do - this isn’t a put down or a ‘gotcha’, i’d love to see more canon interactions between the crew! this post is meant as character analysis and critique, and in good faith. plus, now that they’re on tilaarin, they can rest, so it’d be a perfect place to put in a relaxing scene like the one in Nos Vega!

#andromeda six #one more silly nit to pick: a planet doesn’t EXplode - it hasn’t got the force for it #a planet is rock #its not a star #...unless orionite is some unholy ungodly Applied Phlebotinum #which i dislike on the level of principle #but. rocks don’t explode. best case scenario they collapse/implode #i will die on this silly hill #ayame ikeda #sebastian bash ilahaj #calderon lynx #damon reznor #june nyux #ryona mihaden #vexx serif

94 notes · View notes

wisepainterperson · 10 months

Text

Chapter 6 of my andromeda six drabble collection.

🖤I Need You💛

blood, mentions of self harm, self harm.

The weight of the world rested heavily upon your shoulders as you mechanically finished yet another mundane task, the weariness etched into the lines of your face. The days seemed to blend together, an unending stream of monotonous routines, numbing your soul to the colors and joys that once filled your existence. But, in the depths of your heart, you clung to a distant glimmer of hope, a faint memory of your mother's tender words before you left that fateful day—words that now seemed like fragile echoes from a distant past.

Time had blurred since then, and life had taken you on a cruel journey, far from the sanctuary of your former happiness. Each step forward seemed to plunge you deeper into a void, a void left by the absence of those you once held dear. The life you once knew was shattered irreparably, leaving you adrift in an ocean of despair, with no beacon to guide you back to shore.

Your mind wandered back to those carefree days, the halcyon moments with your parents and him. The laughter resonated within your soul, the happiness a distant memory that threatened to break your heart. How swiftly it all changed, like a beautiful dream turned to a haunting nightmare. The memory of your father's joke, the last flicker of joy before the darkness descended, haunted you mercilessly.

As you stood lost in your thoughts, a sudden, booming voice jarred you back to reality, ripping you from the bittersweet reverie. You looked around, surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces, their gazes fixed upon you. And there, towering over you, stood the captain, a stern figure whose authority only seemed to emphasize the void in your heart. The weight of his disapproval added to the crushing burden you carried, as if the world itself was now your antagonist, conspiring against your very existence.

You wanted the tears to fall and to finally be able to release some of these pent-up emotions but alas, nothing. The contrast between your inner turmoil and the world's obliviousness to your pain felt like a cruel irony, isolating you even further. You longed for the comforting embrace of your loved ones, the warmth of their love to heal your wounded spirit, but they were now only memories fading with each passing day. In that moment, you couldn't help but wonder if all days would feel like this—endless cycles of suffering and emptiness.

"Are you deaf?" He began again and you could do nothing but look at him in a daze.

"What?" You ask dumbfoundedly, Captain Lynch did not appreciate this.

"What? I just asked you to move that stuff several times and you just ignored me that's what." He barks back quickly and again you are stunned to silence. His presence alone sent shivers down the spines of those under his command. As he towered over you, his eyes bore into your soul with a mix of irritation and contempt.

You wanted to muster the strength to explain yourself, to tell him that your mind was consumed by thoughts of loss and sorrow, but his hostile tone silenced you. Your silence only served to fuel his anger. His face reddened, and his nostrils flared as he leaned in closer, invading your personal space.

"I don't tolerate insubordination on my ship," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "You're here to work, not daydream." Your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of his words adding to the burden you already carried. His lack of empathy felt like a cold, sharp blade, cutting deeper into your wounded spirit. You yearned for a glimmer of kindness, a spark of humanity from this man who held so much power over your life, but it seemed like a futile hope.

"You know somehow you still surprise me with how far that stick is shoved up your ass Cal." One of your new crew mates had spoken up against him, as she did quite often. Ayame had apparently arrived on this ship with Calderon Lynch, obviously the were rather attuned to each other's ways.

Ayame met the captain's gaze with unwavering defiance, her eyes burning with the fire of someone who had been pushed to their limits. "I'm tired of watching you bully everyone on this ship, including this poor soul," she gestured towards you. "We're all human, with feelings and struggles, and you can't just stomp all over us like we're insignificant bugs."

He took a long deep breath in and released it while holding the bridge of his nose in aggravation, "No one's bullying you or anyone else. We have less than half an hour to hall ass off this gods' forsaken planet or we'll all be reduced to dust, and I don't think now is when we need to be distracted." he begins.

"Couldn't you have just said that." You manage to contort just loud enough that both can hear. Calderon seems less than amused but Ayme takes it and throws it at him again.

"Yeah, you don't have to be so mean about it." Captain Lynch's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, his jaw visibly tensing. He was not used to admitting fault, let alone to someone who had recently joined the crew.

Ayame's words seemed to have struck a chord with Captain Lynch, and for a moment, you sensed a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. But that moment quickly passed, replaced by his customary stoic facade. He cleared his throat, his voice regaining its authoritative edge.

"You think you know everything, don't you?" Captain Lynch retorted, his voice laced with disdain.

Ayame stood her ground, undeterred by his attempt to belittle her. "Maybe or Maybe not, but that doesn't give you the right to treat people like garbage," she replied with a steady voice. "We're all in this together, and we should be supporting each other, not tearing each other down."

Captain rolls his eyes and walks away with a grumble, yet again you've done something to earn his disapproval. You've been on this crew for all of 3 months and you've managed to lose his shoes somewhere between the laundry and his room, burn and boil over his coffee, and break his favorite mug. Needless to say, you weren't friends by any means but that didn't mean that you didn't think about if you were. Actually, you'd thought about him in many ways, many that would more than likely looked down upon if there were to ever come to light, but you talk to no one anyway.

"Don't worry about him." Brought out of your thoughts once again, this time by a much kinder voice.

"Yeah, no, he was right. I shouldn't be so distracted." You say defeatedly, dragging yourself over to the pile of boxes that had tumbled over.

"So, your content to roll over and let him treat you like that?" She joins you in picking up the scattered objects and helps you put them back into the wooden crate.

"No, just don't feel like arguing." you say softly.

"She also likes him and doesn't want to step on his toes, you know, any more than she already has." You hear a familiar tone that you tried to avoid at all costs but here and now there was nowhere to run.

"Somehow you seem more insufferable as the days drag on." you state clearly annoyed at his teasing. You didn't spare him a glance but could hear his army boots hitting the floor as he sauntered ever closer. He comes to sit on the balls of his feet in front of you both, his arm carelessly laying over the side of the box and he eats his cookie.

"Well, I'd say t got better but then, technically, I'd be lying." Sarcasm dripped from every word that spilled from his mouth and for some reason it was always just the right thing to get under your skin. Damon was the constant irritation in the back of your mind, the fly buzzing in your ear, or the thorn from a cactus that you simply can't seem to find. He was fast, smart, and dangerous, your typical girls dream and her father's worst nightmare.

As Damon continued his teasing and sarcastic remarks, you felt your frustration growing. He had a knack for pushing your buttons, and it seemed like he took great pleasure in doing so. Ayame shot Damon a disapproving look before turning her attention back to you.

"Don't listen to him," Ayame said reassuringly, her voice softer and more empathetic than Damon's.

You appreciated Ayame's understanding, but Damon's presence was like a dark cloud that overshadowed any comfort you might find in her words. Despite your annoyance, there was something magnetic about him, and you couldn't deny the strange allure he held over you.

Damon flashed you a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Oh, don't mind me," he said, taking another bite of his cookie. "I'm just here to provide some entertainment."

"I don't need your entertainment," you replied tersely, trying to maintain your composure.

"Come on now, don't be so cold," Damon teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I'm just trying to brighten up your day. You look like you could use a good laugh."

His comment hit a nerve, and you felt the tears welling up again. "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to go lay down." You say standing and brushing yourself off in a crude attempt to wipe away the anger you were feeling.

"If you aren't feeling well maybe you should go see- " You assured her that you just needed to lay down and you'd be feeling much better later. As you walked closer to the loading docks doors you could hear her scold him and make him take your place in cleaning up the spilled boxes. There was very little left to do before take-off and you were sure that the rest of the crew was more than capable of handling it.

You stepped out of the loading docks and into the corridor, the weight of the recent events and the encounter with Damon still weighing heavily on your mind. Each step back to your room felt like a struggle, as if an invisible force tried to hold you back, preventing you from finding solace. The ship's corridors were usually bustling with activity, but now they seemed eerily quiet, amplifying the isolation you felt.

As you walked, the memories of happier times with your family flooded your thoughts again. You yearned to turn back the clock, to undo the irreversible events that led you to this desolate state. But life doesn't offer second chances, and you were left grappling with the unyielding reality that you were alone on this journey.

The darkness in your thoughts intensified, as if the ship itself conspired to push you further into the abyss of despair. Every flickering light seemed to mirror the fleeting hope within you, only to be swallowed by the all-encompassing darkness once more. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating you in the silence and solitude.

As you passed by the crew members going about their tasks, their laughter and camaraderie felt distant, almost alien. It was a stark reminder of the chasm between you and everyone else. They had their bonds and relationships, but you were merely a passing shadow in their lives.

You finally reached your room, a small, confined space that now felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The walls seemed to close in even tighter as you entered, and you collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of your emotions pressed down on you, threatening to crush whatever hope was left in your heart.

In the solitude of your room, your mind revisited the memories that brought you pain. Each thought was a knife, piercing your heart, and you couldn't escape the relentless assault of grief and loss. The past was an unyielding captor, unwilling to release you from its grip.

As time passed, the ship's engines hummed with a low, rhythmic sound, a constant reminder of the journey forward. But as much as the ship moved physically, you felt emotionally stagnant, trapped in a cycle of despair that seemed never-ending.

The darkness outside the small window mirrored the darkness within you. Your heart longed for healing, for light to break through the gloom and show you a path forward. But in the grip of your grief, it was hard to see beyond the overwhelming emotions that engulfed you.

You know how to fix this. The voice in your head began, it liked to haunt you, to taunt you in these times. "No." You groaned out rolling over onto your side to stare blankly at the drawing from bash that were scattered among the walls.

Why not? No one will know and if it makes it go away then no harm. No harm what a laugh. Unhealthy habits die hard, that's what you'd learned to tell yourself. You'd tried the ice and salt, you'd tried drawing on your arms with markers, even snapping yourself with a rubber band but nothing really helped. Not like that use to.

Exactly, so why not one last time? Your thoughts were louder now, more confident, snider. Your body seemed to move of its own accord, plopping down into chair in front of yourself and opening the drawer to your left. That was the desk you kept your art supplies, your drawing pad, and the knife Damon had given you. "For protection," He'd said.

The sound of the lights buzzing overheard spilled over into your thoughts as you pondered the decision you were about to make, the fall from grace you were about to have. You grabbed the knife and laid it flat on the table, running your thumb over the smooth metal. You had cut your wrists before but this would be different. Different because it'd been 3 long years of sobriety you'd be looking in the face and ignoring.

The thought of all the pain you were about to put yourself through was almost enough to stop you. Your hands trembled as you held the knife, ready to make your last cut. Your breath hitched and you felt a wave of nausea wash over you.

That's it, do it. Let yourself have that relief, give yourself one last break. The voice taunted you, "It's not a break, I'll be in control." You replied out loud, your grip tightening on the handle. You began to rub it up and down the inside of your left wrist, creating a light, teasing cut. Your hands began to shake again, and your stomach churned as the blade danced across your flesh.

You were going to hurt, but you would survive. The pain was temporary, the freedom from the torment was worth every second of agony. You closed your eyes, trying to block out all thoughts and just feel. One became two, two became five, and soon your arm looked like a cutting board, but it isn't hurt and neither did your heart any longer.

A knock on your door draws you from world you'd created in your mind, suddenly reality hits you like an ocean wave. "Uh- One second!" You managed to get out in a shaky voice, suddenly feeling guilty and embarrassed about what you'd been doing. You weren't ashamed of cutting or why you did it but you were still worried about what others might think of you.

You grabbed some tissues and did your best to clean your arm, though it was already starting to bruise and looked quite bloody. You put the knife away and turned your attention to your door again. You weren't in the mood for company, but it was probably Ayame again. Hastily you wrap tissue around your arm and throw on your jacket before walking over to your door and hitting the panel to open.

If it had been Aya you would have been prepared even a little aggravated but when your eyes met the deep blues of Captain Lynch's you froze like a deer in head lights and instinctively hide your arm behind your back.

"Can I come in?" He ask in an exasperated huff of air. You're not sure why he's here, but you certainly weren't going to turn down a chance to talk to him.

"Sure," You reply as you move out of the doorway to allow him in, "what can I do for you?" You ask again, this time a little more awkwardly.

He walks in examining your room as if he were the judge of some show. "Its been brought to my attention that I've been unnecessarily cruel to you and I'm here to apologize." He says finally turning to address you.

"Ayame really laid into you didn't she." You say jokingly crossing the room and sitting in the desk chair you'd just been in, you notice the drawer still slightly ajar and shut it quickly before responding. He gives you a look as if to say, yes you are correct while running his fingers over the leaves of the plant Ryona had given you to keep you company.

"Well, no harm no foul right." You say nonchalantly hoping he'd take that as his cue to scurry off back to his big chair that sits smack dab in the middle of the control room. "It's also been brought to my attention that you've been isolating yourself in your room more often then usual," he says, again eyeing your room with an inquisitive gaze. "And I feel like I may have added to that," he continues and sits down in the small chair in front of your desk. "I think I need to tell you something."

You aren't sure what to say or do at this point, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach, but you can't help but feel like this is going to end badly. You want to speak up, but you can't seem to find the words to say, you can't seem to break out of the silence you've become trapped in.

Thankfully you were both interrupted by Ayame calling Captain Lynch to the front and for the first time in what seemed like forever you took a breath. "Seems like that need you on the bridge." You say under your breath trying to avoid eye contact.

"Indeed," he says getting up from the chair and looking out the window. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being so harsh with you. I didn't know you'd lost your family or that your father was such an asshole." You cleared your throat uncomfortably and turned away without another word. Seeing as the conversation had struck its natural conclusion he took his leave.

The trip was going to be a long one, but you weren't ready to open up and be vulnerable. You knew you needed to but you didn't want to, it was a lot easier to just keep everything to yourself. But eventually the dam would break, and when it did it would be catastrophic.

As you made your way back to the small window in your room, you could hear the ship's engines begin to turn on and rumble to life and it wasn't too long after that they everyone was called to the bridge to be strapped in. On the bridge, Ayame and Captain Lynch were busy preparing for the ship's departure. Ayame was preparing the system for flight while the captain sat in his big chair, observing everything with a watchful eye. As you entered, they both acknowledged you, but you kept your distance, not wanting to engage in any conversation at the moment.

"Well if it isn't the recluse." You could hear Damon say as he waltzes up behind you. You turn to face Damon, His sly grin only added to your already troubled mood. "The walls of your room must miss you," he adds with a chuckle.

Rolling your eyes, you try to brush off his teasing. "Yeah, well, I prefer my own company," you retort, trying to keep the conversation short.

Damon raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your response. "Sure, sure, the great mystery of the galaxy brooding in their room," he replies, feigning drama. "But seriously, are you ever going to join us normal people on the bridge? You know, to witness the beauty of space or something."

You clench your jaw, feeling more agitated by his taunts. "I'll be there when I feel like it," you mutter, attempting to move past him and head to the bridge.

However, Damon steps in front of you, blocking your path. "Now, now, don't get all huffy," he smirks, placing a hand on his chest in mock innocence. "We just miss having you around, that's all. It's been so happy without your emo vibes."

The comment hits you like a punch to the gut, and you can feel the anger boiling within you. "Happy without my 'emo vibes'? You've got a real talent for being a jerk, Damon," you snap, unable to hide your irritation anymore.

Damon's grin falters for a moment, seemingly surprised by your reaction, but it quickly returns as he brushes it off. "Whoa there, calm down," he says, trying to act nonchalant. "Just trying to lighten the mood, you know."

"Yeah, well, maybe pick a different approach next time," you retort, taking a step back, ready to leave. The last thing you want is to spend any more time dealing with Damon's antics.

But just as you turn to walk away, Damon reaches out and grabs your wrist firmly causing you to yank it back with a yelp of pain. The room froze and everyone seemed to stop and look towards you and Damon. You'd instinctively grabbed your wrist and begun to hold it to your chest as your eyes glanced over the many other pairs of eyes that now watched you both.

"You're bleeding." the captain says, rising from his chair but you take another step back towards the door. Your world seemed to be collapsing around you with every second that passed. The room fell silent as everyone watched the tense interaction between you and Damon. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and anger mixed with fear was bubbling inside you. The pain in your wrist seemed to intensify as you held it against your chest, trying to hide it from everyone's view.

Captain Lynch took a step forward, his expression now serious and concerned. "Are you alright? Let me see your wrist," he said gently, extending a hand towards you.

"No, I'm fine," you replied, trying to muster up a brave front, but your voice quivered slightly.

Damon's earlier smirk was replaced with a look of genuine concern, and maybe even anger, "He wasn't asking." at this moment you were more afraid of the look Damon was giving you then the man twice his size that was still reaching out to your arm.

"I said no!" was all you said before turning around sprinting out the door and down the metal corridors.

As you ran through the corridors, your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with a mix of emotions. Fear, anger, and confusion all tangled together, making it hard to think clearly. You had to get away from Damon and everyone else, finding solace and safety in the only place you knew—the familiarity of your own room.

You sprinted through the ship, your mind solely focused on reaching the sanctuary of your quarters. Tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let them fall. You didn't want to be seen like this, weak and vulnerable. As you approached your room, you fumbled with the panel to open the door, your hands trembling from the adrenaline rushing through your body.

Once inside you let them come to a close and lock the doors behind you, sliding down against it until you were sitting on the floor. Your breaths were ragged, and you finally allowed the tears to flow freely down your cheeks. The pain in your wrist, both physical and emotional, felt overwhelming.

You didn't understand why Damon's actions had affected you so deeply. Yes, he was rude and insensitive, but there was something about his grab that triggered a painful memory, reminding you of your past and the loss you had endured. Your father's abusive behavior flashed before your eyes, and the wounds that had never fully healed were ripped open once more.

Feeling the weight of your emotions becoming too much to bear, you reached for the small plant that Ryona had given you. Holding it close to your chest, you tried to find some comfort in its presence, as if its mere existence could help soothe the turmoil inside you.

As time passed, the commotion outside your room died down, and the ship's engines hummed steadily. You could still hear faint voices, but you did your best to block them out. You didn't want to confront anyone right now, especially not Damon or Captain Lynch.

It wasn't long before there was a soft knock on your door. You didn't respond, hoping that whoever it was would assume you were busy or resting. After a while they went away and you were left in silence again, watching the stars pass by had helped some but the constant wrenching of your heart seemed to only grow as the moments passed. It was late enough that no one would be awake and there was always one place you liked to go.

You dragged yourself from your bed and changed the bandages on your arms before leaving your room as quietly as possible. The halls were dark, and most were already snug in their beds and attempting to sleep over the noise of the engine. Finally, you made it to the lower levels of the ship, just before you reach the dock, there was a large window that seemed to jut out of the side of the ship. When sitting there you almost feel as if you're floating through space in your own bubble.

You sat by the large window, your knees pulled up to your chest, and your arms wrapped around them. The stars outside flickered, painting the vast canvas of space with their distant light. The gentle hum of the ship's engines provided a comforting background noise, lulling you into a sense of peace despite the turmoil within.

You stared out into the endless void, lost in thought. The events of the day, the confrontation with Damon, and the unexpected interaction with Captain Lynch weighed heavily on your mind. You couldn't help but replay the memories of your past, the painful moments you had tried so hard to bury.

Deep down, you knew that running away from your emotions wouldn't solve anything. You needed to confront the pain, the anger, and the fear that you had been carrying for so long. But it was easier said than done. Opening up, being vulnerable, and facing the past was terrifying, and you weren't sure if you were ready for it.

As you sat there, you heard footsteps approaching. You didn't turn around; you didn't need to know who it was. Part of you hoped it was Ayame, understanding and compassionate, but another part feared it might be Damon or even Captain Lynch, wanting to address what had happened earlier.

The footsteps halted behind you, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, a voice broke through, hesitant and awkward. "I'm sorry," Captain Lynch said softly. This made you turn and glance at him from over your shoulder, he wasn't clad in his usual uniform, instead he wore a simple t-shirt and joggers. Like this he seemed far less intimidating than before.

"Why are you apologizing?" You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions before responding. "It's not your fault," you said, your voice catching slightly.

Captain Lynch hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for the right words to say. "I should have handled the situation with Damon better. I shouldn't have let it escalate to the point where you felt the need to run away," he admitted, his voice carrying a tinge of regret.

You turned your gaze back to the stars, finding some comfort in the distant lights that seemed to listen without judgment. "It's not your responsibility to babysit me or control how others behave," you replied, trying to sound strong, but your voice wavered.

He sat down beside you, his eyes also fixed on the cosmic expanse. Seeing him like this next to you made him seem comedically bigger than everything around him and it made you smile. "Maybe not, but I care about the crew, and I care about you," he said quietly.

What? He what? "Captain listen-" You began but he stopped you short.

"Calderon." He corrected his eyes still firmly fixed ahead of him.

"Calderon." You repeated. "I really appreciate it, and I hope we can put this behind us but I think we both know that it won't happen." You confess trying not to sound bitter about it. "So you can just drop me off the next planet you get to and I'll figure the rest out. "

You sigh turning away from him and back towards the window. You could feel a lump forming in your throat and you felt the tears threatening to spill over once more. You wouldn't be able to hide your feelings much longer and the last thing you wanted was for him to see you break.

"I don't want to drop you off," Calderon says softly. "I want you to stay. I want to help you."

"Why? Why would you want to help me?" You ask with a shaky voice. "I'm not worth it."

Calderon reached out and gently brushed his fingers across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. You couldn't help but blush at the unexpected contact and looked up into his soft blue eyes. "You're worth it. And I want to help you because I like you." Calderon says softly.

You weren't sure what to say, how do you respond to that, "You can't just say stuff like that." Was all you could muster.

"Ok well, A. I'm the captain and last i checked I can say what I want. " He says wearing a smug smile, you could see he was looking at you from the corner of his eyes and you were sure he could notice the steady blush talking over your cheeks.

"And B?" You question, feeling a bit emboldened.

"Well, I guess you'll have to find that out," he said with a sly grin. You could feel your face burning as you tried to look away from him, and he chuckled softly before standing up and holding out his hand to help you up.

"I'll let you get back to your brooding, but I'd like you to talk Ryona about your arm." he said but once you were standing again you simply shook your head.

"I'm ok." you say, holding your arm close to your body again. He gave you a knowing look but nodded and left you to your thoughts.

***

When you began to make it back to your room, you tried your best to compose yourself, using your jacket sleeves to muffle your sniffles. You couldn't believe what had happened, but you couldn't help the feelings it stirred within you. He liked you? You couldn't help but replay those words in your head. It was one thing for him to say it happenstancely, but he'd really said it.

It took all your willpower not to run down the hall screaming that he likes you, you like him, it was a perfect moment. And yet, it made you feel even more conflicted. The conflict was part of the reason you'd been avoiding everyone. The thought of everyone knowing about the pain you carried, the memories that haunted you, terrified you. You weren't ready to face it, to confront it, not yet.

You knew you needed to speak with Ryona about your arm, you could see the bruises forming and the blood from the cuts seeping through. You walked over to the door and pressed the panel to open it, maybe tomorrow.

As the door slid open, your breath caught in your throat and your face burned with embarrassment. Your bed was a mess and clothes were strewn all over the floor. Damon had been through your things, going through your private things. You were about to let out a yell of anger and frustration when you saw Damon standing beside your desk, holding up the knife you'd used to hurt yourself before.

"I told you to be careful with it, " he was definitely not his normal cocky and charming self. No he was angry, more angry then you'd ever seen him.

You took a step towards him, clenching your fists. "Why were you going through my things? What the fuck is wrong with you?" You felt the heat rise to your face again as your frustration boiled over. You had a lot of things you wanted to say, a lot of emotions you wanted to release, but none of them seemed to make it past your lips.

Damon turned around to face you, his own hands clenched into tight fists. "Why were you cutting yourself with this?" He asked, his tone even more angry. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you think I wouldn't care?"

"I thought you'd be happy about it," you fired back, "you're always picking on me, teasing me, so you'd think this would be your opportunity to have a good laugh at my expense."

"So, what, you think I'm an asshole then? I thought you were better than that," he said, stepping closer to you. "You think I want to watch you hurt yourself?"

"Well, that's what you seem to do isn't it? Tease me, make me angry, get me so worked up I have to hurt myself to calm down!" You could hear the anger in your voice, but it was nothing compared to the anger you could feel coming off of Damon.

"Don't fucking turn this on me," he says, his voice shaking with anger. "You can't use me as an excuse.

"I am not blaming you for this, dammit," you snap, "and yes, I am blaming you! You're the one who brought it up, you're the one who started this whole thing by teasing me."

"I didn't mean for you to take it this far," he says, "I didn't realize..."

You wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him in his moment of weakness, why? Why did you want to comfort those who hurt you, you'd never know.

"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have taken it this far. But I couldn't help it, I just...I needed to let it go, you're so fucking infuriating sometimes. So, you're right, it's not your fault. I just couldn't stop myself." You said, trying to force the words out.

He looked at you for a moment, and you could see his eyes searching yours. "I'm sorry," he said, reaching out to touch your cheek, but pulling his hand back in the next instant.

"You're not the only one," you said softly. "I'm sorry too. I should have talked to you, but I wasn't ready."

"No, I should have stopped this from happening," he said, his voice breaking.

"I know, but it just got out of hand." You sighed, rubbing your face. "I need to get to bed." You said, moving towards the door. "Good night, Damon." But before you had a chance his hand grabbed yours and in an instant the world became still.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears and every nerve in your body felt electrified. You could feel the air around you change. You could smell the warm sugary like scent that hung in the air, feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

He became close, so close you could feel his breath against your neck and the gentle brush of his lips. His hand gripped yours and you felt a surge of power run through your veins.

"You know I don't like it." He says quietly, almost so softly you couldn't hear it. "When you cut yourself." His cologne was intoxicating mixed with the smell of his shampoo from his normal evening shower.

You swallowed hard and nodded, "I know." You said softly.

"I-." He seems to struggle to voice his feelings, his voice a whisper that barely reaches your ears. "I want you." His hands had left yours and begun to grip the fabric of your shirt on either side of you. "I want to stay. " Like this he almost seemed like a pouting child.

You felt the softness of his lips as they touched the back of your ear, his hands running over your sides. If you weren't red before you certainly were now. This might was confusing, Damon and his feelings are confusing, but you'd be lying if you said you'd hadn't thought about him saying those words to you before.

"O-ok." Was all you could manage. For the first time ever you hugged him and he hugged you back. Never had his walls tumble down so far but tonight something had shook him to his core, the thought that he might lose you and it would be his fault.

"I'll sleep here with you," he said softly. "I won't let you do that again." He said, his hands sliding up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your lips. "Please, don't hurt yourself anymore." He said, his eyes begging you to understand.

Your heart was pounding, and your cheeks were flushed. "Ok." You whispered.

#andromeda six #calderon lynch #damon reznor #fanfiction #juniper #ryona mi'haden #vexx serif #visual novel #archive of our own #tw self destruction #angst #possibly triggering

18 notes · View notes

404-its-alr · 2 years

Text

Hiyo! Do yall know or heard of Andromeda 6? If you've played, whose your favorite? I CANNOT pick between Calderon, Damon, and Vexx!😖

Anyways, I wanted to post about the games save titles because I love them!

Yes I know sadly I haven't played in while but I've never realized until now😅.

Although you guys have realized👀...

#andromeda six #whoseyourfavoritecharacter✨️

16 notes · View notes

arcanadreams · 2 years

Photo

IM GONNA CRY MY EYES OUT THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO RESPOND SO GENUINELY I-

#YALL THIS STUPID HARDASS HAS ME IN CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD #AHHHH #a6 spoilers #andromeda six #andromeda 6 #calderon #calderon lynch #posts

289 notes · View notes

dontwritemeoff · 2 years

Text

Soulmate AU with June; part 4

howdy everyone, it’s been a few days but that’s just due to my recovering from work and being essentially comatose except for pet dog and play mario kart (I am now not working from now until academia sucks me back in on Sept 1) it’s also my birthday on tomorrow (the 18th) so i’ve been hyped for that which has not made me want to write angst but ive found some sadness fuel in me and hence we’re here

run on sentence over, I hope you enjoy this part!!

TW: depression but it’s not labeled as such, some cursing, vexx is mean to you :(

After you pull yourself from you revelation about June and the soulmate status he had decidedly not told you about, your face twists into one of anger aimed directly at Vexx.

Vexx.

You had trusted him. And now your whole family was dead, you only making it out due to your naïve plans.

“Where were you?” You ask with tears brimming in your eyes. It seemed like all of your expectations, the thoughts that had gotten you through the lonely nights at the palace, were wrong. Vexx didn’t care about you and seemingly neither did your soulmate.

“None of your fucking business,” he spits at you, “And if you know what’s good for you you’ll stay away from me and the crew of the Andromeda 6.”

He’d never talked to you that way before. Not once had he even risen his voice at you, and now he looked at you with no more mirth than one would spare a cockroach.

“What have they got to do with any of this? They saved me when you weren’t there,” You pause as your voice gets quieter, “He saved me.”

It seems like for a moment Vexx has guilt pass over his face, but just as quickly it twists into a sneer.

“How fucking beautiful. Now you can go play savior like you always wanted to, can’t you, your majesty?”

“I thought you wanted that too,” your voice is tight due to the tears you’re holding back, “We were supposed to find a way to go together. Help Nerissa. That’s what you said!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t be so trusting, little prince(ess). I was just using you, the whole time. All of the most important information to bring back to Zovack.”

Your stomach drops and you didn’t know you had any surprise left in you, but this one really hurts. You had contributed, handily in fact, to your family’s death. The only people that might have cared about you, some who did and some who didn’t, it didn’t matter since they were all gone.

“How could you do that to me, you fucking monster,” you want to yell out, but it’s nothing but a whisper. You notice only now that you’re on your knees, looking up at Vexx in fury and disbelief. How had you let yourself sink so low? Why were you the groveling, pitiful mess, the one who lived?

Calderon reaches you first, barking out your name in frustration and disappointment.

“[Y/N], what are you doing out here? We said not to leave the bar!”

“Looks like your new friends found us,” Vexx’s eyebrows dip in a way that you can’t determine what he’s feeling, “Let’s hope we don’t meet again.”

Before you can even call out or argue, Vexx is gone in the night, though the blur of the tears doesn’t help your ability to follow him in the dark.

“Stop,” Bash says, gently taking your arm and helping you up, “Can’t you see they’re upset?”

You don’t hear Calderon’s response but allow yourself to get led back to the ship, desperately trying to wrap your mind around any of what you’ve just discovered. You barely even register when the airlock to the ship opens and you walk into the blinding lights until June rushes over, worry etched deep into the lines on his face.

“[Y/N]! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He doesn’t touch you, hands almost hovering over your shoulders as he scans you all over.

You know now why he’s so perceptive of your feelings, and most likely he could feel every bit of your pain and frustration. And yet he remained waiting with the rest of the crew? Were you really that detestable of a soulmate that he didn’t even want to check himself if you were okay?

“I’m fine,” you choke out, “no need to care more for me than you need to.”

You know that the last part was uncalled for, petty really, but you can’t stop yourself from saying it. Apathy spurring you on. What did it matter? everyone who had cared about you and vice versa was gone, either through death or betrayal. In your eyes, there was nobody that you could or wanted to rely on, so hurting other’s feelings wasn’t something you could get yourself to care about.

Either way, the hurt and confusion that passes over June’s face doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What...happened, [Y/N]?” June asks hesitantly, the entire crew watching attentively, minus Damon who you now realize was sent to follow Vexx.

“I saw someone who reminded me of my past. I...I didn’t realize I’d even followed him outside until he had me backed into the alley.”

“Someone from your past?” Ryona pipes up, hope in her voice. If only this was a hopeful situation, you think.

“Yes, he-” you’re cut off as the airlock doors whir open once more. Damon steps in with blood splattered on his hands and shirt, and everyone turns to him as he says,

“We were followed. The blood’s not mine.”

“Followed? By who?” Aya asks, hand cradled against her chest, and a pang of guilt runs through you when you remembered why you were in the crowded bar anyways. You took it as a good sign that you were beginning to care about other’s wellbeing again.

“Royal Guard,” Damon says while shedding his jacket and wiping his hands with a cloth Bash handed to him.

“RG? Do you think they put a tracker on us on Goldis? And what happened to the person [Y/N] was talking to?” Aya speaks at nearly a mile a minute, and finally Damon interrupts her after her last question.

“That is who [Y/N] was talking to.”

“Wait, why was a member of the RG part of your past?” Aya looks at you with only confusion in her eyes.

“Shit,” Calderon whispers. You know he’s gotten it, and you look over at him expectantly, “go ahead, tell them.”

“I’d like to reintroduce myself,” you clear your throat, not able to meet anyones eyes, least of all June, “My name is Sage Peg’asi, I’m the youngest child of King Fenris.”

While the rest of the crew is shocked, and rightly so, you feel your heart break even further when the only feeling you get from June is unadulterated disappointment.

All you want to do is sleep. For as long as possible, and returning to your coma sounds preferable. You returned to your room after hashing out your place on the crew, not selling your valuables, and a surprisingly comforting talk with Calderon. An exhaustion unlike any other you’d felt before washed over you as soon as the door was closed, and while you know you’re not alone in this per say, you feel utterly hopeless.

What is there to look forward to, really? You know that you’ll help the crew in any way you can to stop Zovack from enacting a full-scale dictatorship, but it doesn’t feel like your life has meaning nor your actions have value. You let your entire family die, were betrayed completely by your only friend, and have been shunned by your soulmate and the only person who you felt you’d been connecting to.

The days leading up to your stop on Cursa are barely memorable. You follow your feelings and sleep or simply lay in your bed for most of the time, not bothering to pay any attention to the bits and pieces of feelings coming through from June. On the off chance Ryona or Aya would force you to eat and watch you do it, it felt like conversation was forced, or at least awkward. Less so with Aya, as she held nothing back in conversation and the honesty was like a breath of fresh air after all of the secrets and hiding you’d encountered your entire life.

At one point you had found enough courage after one of these conversations that you had tried to confront June about his reaction and subsequent avoidance, but all that did was lead both of you to tears and make the growing numbness inside of you bigger.

When you were younger you felt elated to have any sort of feeling of your soulmate’s come through, and would easily send back either a comforting feeling or a returned happiness. Now you wished that June had been able to cut all of his feelings off from you, so that you didn’t have to feel his anger burst through when speaking on the negligence of your family. You were aware in some regard of the horrible actions of your father, yet to know that he blamed you too when all you had ever wanted to do was leave, distance yourself from the Peg’asi name and legacy and to do actual good. Looks like you’ll never get that chance, and certainly not with the one person you’d always wanted to.

#i'm still not super satisfied with the way this part ends but i rlly don't want to get into the events on cursa #that's just gonna drag this part out even longer #n e ways i hope you liked this part #there werent a lot of moments of real heartwrenching angst #but the more slow and demoralizing pain of someone deep in depression #which is significantly less satisfying but i will say it will feel really good when the comfort part of hurt/comfort comes in!#andromeda 6 #andromeda six #june x reader #june a6 #juniper nyux #june nyux #june x traveler

21 notes · View notes