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silencedtechnophile · 5 years

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==>Rescue the boy

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 4:09 AM

Feferi stared down the security detail that had boarded Karkat's ship. She was big, towering over them, a full Presence that could fill a room all buy herself, dressed in loose transluscent fabric layered over a monocrystaline armor suit shaped like a bathing suit. She held her trident in her hands and they shrunk back from her. Karkat, near at hand was getting a few looks, back and forth between them. "You will escort me to the trails for the crown." She told them imperiously and without a trace of doubt that she would be obeyed- and they were well trained enough to fall over themselves in the face of an imperial tyrian giving them orders.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 4:27 AM

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 5:16 AM

She winked at Karkat and swept up behind them, walking into the large ship she was going to command soon. Or at least. That was the hope. There was no telling how many of her caste mates were here yet, or what kind of trial she was walking into. All she could do was hold her head up high and carry herself with dignity.

And make certain there was a backup plan to get her beloved and karkat off of this bucket if she failed.

Most of them were more concerned with Karkat being a wanted criminal than with his capris and ridiculous sweater- but tyrians did what they wanted. It was a rule, and if you stood in their way you died.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 5:51 AM

This was it. Time to show up or shut up. The wink aimed in his direction was returned with a nod. And then, grumbled low enough that hopefully their makeshift escort wouldn’t hear, and fast enough that she might mistake the tension in his tone for annoyance: “Don’t do anything stupid, got it? I’ll resurrect your ass just to throttle you myself.”

Karkat took a few measured steps back after that, distancing himself enough to seem more like a guard and less like he was waiting to slip away. He aimed ugly looks at anyone who so much as looked at him, an effort to dissuade anyone from properly keeping an eye on them. Internally taking a breath and reasoning with himself that this would be nothing, he had seen worse, he was in the best place he had been in sweeps, he gave one last lingering look to the back of Feferi’s head before abruptly putting himself in reverse and hastily steering himself down a temporarily unoccupied corridor.

After that... Well, he was going to wing it more or less. The flagship was significantly larger than the one he commandeered, and likely laid out in a more intricate manner due to the increased number of troops and notable members of the fleet. So he took a quick inventory of his surroundings, decided he was already hopelessly and utterly lost, and started off toward the nearest door in sight.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 5:58 AM

Somewhere in the engine room a helmsman sharpened to alertness. He watched his matesprit make her way, with dignity and an escort toward the absolute madhouse that was her siblings fighting highlander style for the right to sit on the throne, she wasn't the first to arrive and she wouldnt be the last. He hadn't even known she was incarnated, and now all he had was greedily hoarded video images of her walking through that door, weapon in hand and wading into the fray.

..But he couldn't keep all of his attention and gut clenching nausea on her, no, she'd brought Karkat, and that was almost worse, he didn't know how well he fought now- he had fought his way free once after being caught but this was different. He watched Karkat begin to go down the hall- what was he looking for? Was he headed this way?

The helm casually slammed the door of someone who saw Karkat and started after him with a shout, and opened another door near Karkat. C'mon.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 6:17 AM

The heavy clanging of doors opening and closing was enough to have the hair on the back of his neck rising, especially combined with the cut off shout that came before. He whipped around automatically, doing a neat 360 before looking to the open door. Worst case scenario? An attempt at trapping him or cornering him, which would be an unfortunate delay but not a total game changer. Best case scenario? A bit of inside assistance. A nudge in the proper direction.

There isn’t time to weigh all the pros and cons, so Karkat took only a moment (maybe two) to consider before ducking through the opening. He wasn’t sure if it would close behind him, but in the event that it didn’t he kept moving. He was a notable fighter, certainly heads above when the others would have last seen him and with the bulk to back it up as well as the mouth, but not incapable of making mistakes or getting injured. So he immediately swiveled his head around to survey the area, knees bent in preparation to engage a hostile or take off in the direction of the metaphorical middle of the maze.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 6:25 AM

There were tables and chairs scattered through this space, it was fairly large, but there weren't many people here this time of day. Three trolls were talking and looked up as he entered. From there the startling shade of his red eyes looked more maroon, but he was out of uniform with weapons in hand. So they stood with a clatter of chairs tipping from being too hastily shoved back. Another door at the other side of the public room slid open.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 7:05 AM

Well, it could have been worse. Karkat took some comfort in that, despite knowing it was likely to get more difficult. Unfortunate, but entirely expected. There was no chance he was going to go horns first into stealing the most notable ship’s helmsman and not have to duke it out, okay. In fact, he briefly found himself relieved. Fighting had become a familiar thing over the sweeps, and he was never good at sneaking around or keeping his cartilage nub out of the mud.

Any further introspection there has a pin put in it quickly enough. Karkat let a crooked, toothy grin cross his features and raised one arm in a slight gesture of greeting. “Well pinch my ass and call me a human newborn, I was just inquirin’ about the welcome wagon.”

Trying to take advantage of them being somewhat caught off guard, he swiftly moved for the nearest table, raising one leg to plant a kick the side and send it skidding in their direction. From there he ducked and tried to edge a path to the side of the room, occasionally kicking pieces of furniture out of his way and hopefully into theirs.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 7:23 AM

He really should have worn the steel toed boots to this shindig He tried to kick the table, and sharp pain shot through his foot, the table wobbled and half collapsed in place, causing him to nearly fall- but he managed to catch himself.

His opponents weren't moving too fast themselve,s trying ot untangle themselves from the chairs they knocked over and get over to him through the table maze between them. They are not yet upon him, though none of them managed to face plant while they were tangled up in the fallen chairs.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 7:36 AM

So that didn't work quite as well as he had hoped. Any points for attempted style are immediately rescinded with my immediate pain in his foot. Platform boots? Sturdy, waterproof, assist with the height issues, comfortable, warm... But not protective. Karkat made a note of that for next time, absently deciding to purchase more combat worthy footwear even if it did take away from the overall look. It would be a necessary loss. Just like the feeling in his outermost toe, but he could address that later.

Karkat thanked Skaia for generating trolls that matched his levels of incompetence, trying to right himself. He looked past them to the door, trying to quickly decide if he could make a speedy move for the exit. In the end, he decided against it. It wasn't worth leaving himself exposed, or giving one of them the chance to step into a blind spot.

So he rolled his shoulders and made an impulsive move, one that could pay off or end with him further digging himself a grave of humiliation during serious situations. He took a few long strides forward, then tried to plant a foot on one of the tabletops to vault over and swing his sickles in a downward arch toward the nearest troll.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 7:47 AM

He never saw what hit him. Which was Karkat. Karkat hit him. With his sickles. The vault off the table went nearly perfectly, with the table falling as Karkat lept from it, and his sickles came down, slicing into him and giving him a beautiful ruby necklace. He fell back, clutching at his throat, unable to form even a weak defense.

His friends were stunned, and fumbled for their weapons out of their sylladexes, one of them managed to spill knives everywhere instead of summoning the single one he'd asked for, while the other was cursing and kicking the chair he was tangled up in away.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 8:16 AM

Even Karkat was a little surprised that worked out for him as well as it did. Later, he'll likely spare a few moments to appreciate the move. In the moment, a celebration was the last thing on his mind. While not totally dispatched, the other troll seemed to be at least unable to pose a threat. The other two had become significantly less imposing in their fumbling, as well.

The red blooded troll aimed a kick to the downed troll's skull for good measure, then turned on his heel to face the other two. He went for the one with a puddle of knives first, lunging toward him and swinging one sickle toward his abdomen and then ducking to try to bring the other one into his legs.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 8:24 AM

The down'd troll's head snapped back and he fell in a heap against their table, tipping it over. The troll with the knives twisted away, a bright line of green saturating his uniform, without breaking into the abdominal cavity. and he licked out at Karkat's head as the other troll went down and aimed a shot at his leg, catching him just under the chin- but doing little damage, though this head might ring for a moment as he got his balance back under him.

The last troll had finally sorted himself out and had drawn a gun in hand. The hot lasor fire burned a hole through the oversized sweater- but barely missed doing any real damage, and he can thank the sweater making the target uncertain for that.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 8:32 AM

The foot making contact under his chin knocked him back and he had to brace a hand on the floor to avoid losing his balance, leaving him in a very Twister-esque pose on the floor while the ringing in his ears settled and he reoriented himself to his surroundings. Heat across his skin alerted him to the other armed troll, a warning that he likely didn't have time to debate his options. All he knew was a gun was more dangerous than a knife, and long range had never been good to him.

Instinct took over immediately, and Karkat made a low ugly noise and swung one sickle wildly in the direction of the troll with the knives. Whether it made contact or not, he wasn't concerned. He temporarily abandoned the weapon in favor of making a dive for the troll with the gun. He threw all of his recently acquired bulk into it, less concerned with causing damage and more focused on getting him unstable and unarmed.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 8:37 AM

The sickle struck the troll in the leg , opening it up and making him fall to a knee in his pile of knives- which was, perhaps, not the best thing to fall into.

The gunman didn't stand a chance. He wasn't able to squeeze off another shot before he was on the floor beneath Karkat, head bouncing off the floor with a nasty wet noise.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 8:58 AM

Adrenaline fueled his movements, automatic reactions paired with a desire to not experience another death. He pushed his boots against the floor, abandoned his other sickle to increase his speed. He went for the gun, not sparing even a courtesy glance at his only remaining roadblock. It would be a waste of time and be of no help, especially if the other troll had decent enough skill with throwing those knives to cause him a more serious injury. He figured it was the only reasonable way to explain the sheer number of knives being carried around, unless he was prone to losing them which presented a whole other serious of questions.

If he made it to the gun without any serious hinderance, his reaction would be immediately. He would roll, to increase distance and make himself a harder target by moving, and stop on his back. Then plant his feet on the floor, sit up, and aim a good three shots consecutively at the other troll. If he was lucky, all that badgering and forced learning about guns and how to use them from Vati would for the first time prove to have been of some use.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 9:03 AM

The three shots veered wildly off target- who was having problems of his own, he went to throw a knife and slipped between the injured leg, the blood and the knives, and managed to slice himself up on his own knives, though he was not yet out of the threat zone- Bloody could probably get away from him if he didnt go back for his sickles.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 9:11 AM

Not going back for the sickles simply wasn’t an option. Stupid, sure, but Karkat had never quite been able to detach himself from the things and people the weapons were associated with. The various reasons would be too time consuming to list, but the heat of the moment makes the risk seem worth it.

Karkat had no idea how much ammo the weapon was packed with, but he tried to fire off another two shots while the other troll slipped in the blood and cutlery. If that failed, he would simply launch the weapon at him and make a mad dive to get up close and get enough leverage to land a few good hits.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 9:14 AM

The shots went wild, scorching a table top and splashing against a wall leaving a black mark in the paint. Knives was able to duck away from the weapon being thrown at him, and bring a hand up, to meet Karkat's dive with the sharp end of a blade.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 9:31 AM

An unfortunate development. All of it. Karkat was aware of metal moving through the flesh of his upper body with ease, and the warmth of blood sticking to his skin. He glanced down, back up to the other troll, down, and back up again. And then he pulled his expression into a sneer. This was a familiar experience, and definitely not pleasant, but whatever pain there was is overshadowed by offended and incredulous outrage.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He raised his voice with each word, careening forward to try to headbutt him. If that was successful, he would try to get a grip on the knife that injured him to turn it on its owner. “You seriously shoved this toothpick imitation of a weapon at me? Are you pan damaged?”

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 9:37 AM

If Sollux, who was watching this whole thing, unable to move, unable to help or do anything but route traffic away from them, could hit his head against something, he would.

Karkat goes to head butt his opponent and finds himself firmly headbutted back, with much of the force of the blow taken on the other troll's horns, The knife was slippery and hard to grip , though he managed to work it out he wasnt able to turn it on his oppoment, who grabbed another knife from the entire pile he was sitting in and slashed at him with it.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 9:44 AM

Okay, okay. He’d admit he didn’t think that one through very well. Karkat reflected on that when he topped backwards and suffered a slash through his abdomen. That one made him pause, clenching his jaw and releasing his grip on the knife. The already bloody hand came to feel out the wound, judging the depth and overall size, and his free hand went on a search for the sickle he previously abandoned.

“What the fuck, man. This was a good sweater, I liked this sweater, this thing had value -“ He ranted roughly, the small amount of verbal filter he had typically entirely dissolved. As soon as he got his hand on his own weapon, he swung it up toward the other troll.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 9:51 AM

He didn't find his weapon, his hand slipped out from underneath him as he searched for it and he fell against the pile of knives this guy had hoarded in his strife deck. His death was quick, a knife dragged across his throat in a quick motion, spilling that imperial red blood all over the place. Knives shakily started getting to his feet. He needed to report to someone, He was absolutely sure on that, although he was a little fuzzy on who exactly. In the rig in the bowels of the engines of the ship a cry was torn from the throat of the helm. No. KK..

bulgeRotLast Friday at 10:05 AM

Death. Another familiar experience, and never a positive one. He only had a moment to reflect on his incoming demise, and then his throat was leaking blood and there was nothing. That was it. No bubbles, no life flashing before his eyes. It felt like a lifetime, but in reality couldn’t have been more than a minute. The major wounds stitched back together with a series of wet, nasty noises, and his eyes flashed with life.

No matter how many times it had happened, the coming back is always disorienting. Karkat was aware enough to realize he was working on a limited time frame, and would likely only have the element of surprise once. But... You know what they say about old barkfiends and new tricks. He coughed a wet breath out and forced himself to roll, making another attempt for his sickle to get the jump on the other troll.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 10:10 AM

It was a grotesque sound, and it got the knife fighter looking back at him, and then cussing and almost falling on his ass as a sickle sliced into his leg while he dodged back from it.- that leg was taking a lot of damage, although fortunately for him this was mostly superficial. What the actual fuck what the fuck "What the fuck"

bulgeRotLast Friday at 10:16 AM

“You are seriously pissing me off.” Karkat spat around the blood in his mouth, working to haul himself up a bit. “What the fuck is about right you ridiculously lucky cullbait.”

Considering he was still recovering from the whole dying thing, running wasn’t an appealing option. He made along swing at the troll, then pushed off from the floor to try to get some sort of distance settled between them to avoid another lackluster demise.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 10:19 AM

This time, with his last rushed and half assed swing, Karkat did what he'd been trying to: The troll didn't dodge in time, and the sickle bit into his neck and saw him falling back clutching it, and not long for this world, as the knight of blood scrambled away from him.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 10:32 AM

“That was stupid.” Was all Karkat could think to say, providing himself with the criticism and frowning. He looked around at the mess before hauling himself up. Then he retrieved his second sickle, giving the weapons a frown. “Really stupid, guys.”

Without taking more time to examine the state of his partially healed wounds, or giving a heartfelt parting word to his three new friends, he made for the exit. Hopefully he would have more luck if he ran into anyone else.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 10:38 AM

The door was still open for him- and it looked like it was taking him into an access area, for servitors and maintenance and the various riff raff who kept this ship running. He was taking him around, through service areas, instead of through the dining hall and residential areas. Ocassionally as he walked along he found someone furiously banging on a door from the other side and cussing the ship for not opening the portal for them. Sollux was keeping traffic away from him, steering everyone into other parts of the ship and restricting access to the areas that Karkat was in.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 10:57 AM

All things considered, Karkat definitely wasn’t going to question the lack of opposition or stop to pass a few snide comments through the sealed doorways. He simply kept moving, following the clearly laid out path set for him. Not that he had any other options, of course.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 11:02 AM

Sollux wasn't taking many chances with his direction impaired friend. It took a bit, because he had to cross the entire ship, and go up and down access ladders, but he kept him away from the open areas as much as possible.

Untill he finally reached the helm room.

The door clanked open for him, and the smell coming out of the place was both organic and full of antiseptic. The lights weren't on initially, two bright lights in the darkness standing out, one blue and one red- and other blinking and twinkling lights on the equipment.

It took a moment but Sollux brought the lights up in the room to reveal him entangled in biowire, hanging from it by the arms and engulfed to the waste, goggles obscuring his eyes.

"took you long enough." His voice was raspy, dusty, like it hadn't been used in a while for anything but screaming.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 8:15 PM

By the time he was getting close, he was also losing his patience. The halls looked the same and the access ladders never seemed to end. He’d dropped his sickles into his sylladex a while ago, upon realizing he might have more luck speeding his way through. Their exit would be a different story, probably, without an inside nudge of assistance.

Karkat didn’t even realize he had made it until the lights came up to expose their surroundings. He took a long gander at Sollux, lingering on the goggles and biowire. It wasn’t a pleasant sight, but he managed to put that on the backburner as he approached. Besides, it wasn’t like his stained red jumper and half knit together injuries were appealing either.

“Took the scenic route.” He grunted, stepping up to the other. This was probably a bad time to realize he didn’t know how to disconnect him. “Made a couple new allies along the way, yeah, traded stories.”

Tentative, Karkat came to a halt within arm’s reach. If they had more time he would lament on all of the changes between the two of them, and maybe take a beat to be self conscious about his own. But they don’t, so he doesn’t. Instead, he blew out a harsh breath and grimaced. “Let’s get this over with.”

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 10:42 PM

Maybe within arms width of someone else, he might as well not have arms, and he wasn't looking to being sober. Well was, and wasn't. It was nice to be able to think, but pain wasn't his friend. Up close Karkat could see the unkept hair, the beard, could smell the reek of his body only occasionally washed down.

"You'll want two put me into maintenance mode" he lisped softly. "we're going to convince the computer the helm needs to be swapped out, so it will let go. - theres an escape pod just below us through that access over there. I can't see through these goggles, but they've been on so long I dont know if you can remove them."

It was amazing, astonishing that Karkat had asked the guy who was helm to come up with the bulk of his rescue plan, and Sollux had stepped up to the challenge where he could. There was no telling what would happen after he killed the Condesce but here they were.

bulgeRotLast Friday at 10:55 PM

"Escape pod. Ri-ght." Karkat held out the vowel, attempting to disconnect his gaze from the helmed troll. A tiny and paranoid piece of his pan seemed to be convinced he would look away and the scene would change, though, so even when he edged his way to the equipment he kept looking back at him. "We can deal with the goggles later, don't need to see to get forcefully ejected from the ship."

The whole thing was like a weird and oddly detailed dream. But Karkat did his best to listen and follow any provided intructions, for once unable to draw up some sort of snarky back-and-forth.

silencedTechnophile Last Friday at 11:03 PM

There was a moment that was probably startling and concerning for the docterror, when Sollux tweaked things from his end through the same access he'd adjusted his medication through, and cut all his vitals to flatline them, supressing the alarm to engineering.

He talked, in his lispy rasping voice, walking Karkat through a procedure he'd only been partially through when they had to replace some of the biowire, and he'd been out of it when he'd been installed---

A little alarm sounded inside the helming room but not outside of it as the biowire began to withdraw, slowly disconnecting and withdrawing from each place it was burrowed into his skin and down his spine.

He spent a moment burning the footage of Feferi fighting her siblings into his mind, before the cameras went dark and he became entirely blind. except for some vague coloured light filtering into his eyes through the goggles.

He'd never felt so small and alone, despite Karkat being right there. A moment ago he'd been powerful, a whole ship. and now he was trapped in this thin shaky body that couldnt support itself again yet. He was lucky, he was a god tier, his recovery would come more easily than for other people.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 12:18 AM

The whole process was fascinating, or would be, if he could manage to block out the specific troll involved. Karkat tried - and failed - not to let his shoulders twitch when every noise startled him. Once he was sure Sollux wasn't actually flatlining, making this a huge waste of time, he returned to doing as he ws told.

When the alarm goes off, his head whipped around toward the entrance to ensure they weren't about to have another set of problems. Nothing. He looked to his companion and had to do a double-take at the sight of wires withdrawing and leaving the other lowblood unsupported. It took most of his willpower not to just freeze up there, like a deer in the headlights. Karkat forced his limbs into action again, short quick steps to the newly uninstalled helmsman.

"This ain't goin' to be comfortable." He informed him in a grunt, all reservations pushed aside due to their end goal here. "I'm haulin' your ass, and if you shock me or the like I will change my pan and turn us both into officials to prove a point." He waited, no more than a few moments, before carefully going to make contact with Sollux. He knew this would be awful for him, so he tried to keep his claws clear of tender areas and his grip light.

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 12:23 AM

"I'm not going two randomly shock you, you ass." he hissed his breath softly through his teeth at every jostle, as the chemicals that kept him floating and the pain distant were quickly wearing away without a constant surprise. "Its going two take them a minute to realize we're on auxilery power, I've locked as many doors and suppressed as many alarms as I could before I came out.

He was a limp noodle of a bag of flesh, easily maliable to however Karkat wanted to hold him. His limbs were.. not in good shape, but it was nothing some magical healing couldn't improve on.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 12:41 AM

"Sure. I've heard that before." Well... he hadn't, but it was close enough. "Hold on to your liquid diet, cowboy."

Karkat didn't give him any more warning than that before bending at the waist and manhandling the other troll over his shoulders, like a fresh eveningmeal cull, with ease. He adjusted the long troll's limbs to allow him more movement, one hand keeping the immobile troll steady when he strode toward the acess. Maneuvering was trickier with his makeshift cargo, but less problematic than expected overall.

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 1:11 AM

Oof, here he goes, a sack of potatoes. This was more contact than he'd had in sweeps. It was weird, he wanted more, almost as much as he wanted a shower. It wasn't just that he was oozing from holes all over his body, it was the film of filth on his skin, and his long greasy hair. His eyes closed invisibly in the goggles. He was dizzy and at once feeling deprived of stimulation and over stimulated.

No one was coming yet, so far so good. Sollux was small, unlike trying to carry Feferi or Equius, he was easy to handle.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 1:43 AM

Karkat was, if nothing else, used to bad smells. It came with the professsion he had chosen, but also with a fair share of past quadrantmates. Granted, none of them had been leaking various fluids or covered in literal layers of grime but... The comparison was good enough. It gave him something to think on in the lapse of conversation, a distraction from the situation at claw.

When they neared the end of the access, he made sure to pause and listen in the hopes of detecting any potential company. And then he moved into the next area, absently voicing his newest series of thoughts. "I hope you're good at schoolfeeding. I've never driven a thing in my unfortunate, extended lifespan."

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 1:46 AM

Back behind them, distantly someone began pounding on the door to the helmblock and working on prying the door open, shouting.

Sollux hung limply where he was being carried. "I'm going to have two be, although its going to be hard without being able to see anything. we're going to have to pry these goggles off. "

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 1:57 AM

"I'm sure I can manage that." The shorter troll gave a nod in place of a shrug, determined to ignore the shenanigans behind them. "Can't promise it'll be fun either way, though."

Once they reached the escape pod - he was fairly sure this was it, anyway - he carefully deposited the limp troll in one of the seats. There wasn't much time to waste with being gentle, and he figured giving any warning could cause Sollux to tense up (if he could, anyway) and make the process harder. So he leaned down into his face and tried to hook sharpened claws behind the googles to work them off.

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 2:02 AM

His breath hissed with a highpitched little pitiable sound of pain as the goggles came away leaving a wet raw welt where they'd rested against his skin for sweeps. Sollux blinked rapidly, tears in his eyes and trying to focus them. Fortunately light had managed to come through the lenses so he wasn't dealing with an intense light adjustment, but he was seeing with his own eyes for the first time in a long time. The filth built up around his eyes and on those lenses that obscured his vision was gross.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 2:17 AM

The ugly noise made Karkat cringe, tossing the goggles as far from the immediate line of sight as possible. He made a note to find a salve for the welts when they were in a more secure spot. Then he quickly turned to the controls while his friend took time to adjust, partially to avoid the inevitable good look at the additions to how own features from the sweeps - mostly, though, he wanted to at least try to familiarize himself with the controls to make this less laughable as an attempt at a getaway.

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 2:21 AM

"I wish I could still see her" Sollux's voice was quiet, mostly to himself, fretting about things he couldn't help. Is shoulders were crying out after sweeps in the same position, moving again. He tried to lift a hand but it seemed so heaviy and pain lanced from the joint.

He took a breath. "-Okay lets get this launched, escape pods are designed two be easy two use in an emergency."

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 2:24 AM

Sollux's quiet admission made the other troll pause, unsure as to how to respond or if he should at all. "One thing at a time." Was all he ended up giving out, perusing the numerous buttons and switches, most of which did not have labels. "Easy to use my ass. It's of Alternian design, it's bound to be awful."

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 2:28 AM

Sollux rolled his eyes, not that Karkat could tell. Okay. He had this. Only one visual imput, no access to the thrusters, cut off from his network, but he had this. "Okay you need two-" And he started talking him through the launch, once it was launched they were going to want to get his ship to scoop them up, so they didnt float forever in space.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 2:49 AM

It wasn't as bad as anticipated, Karkat was willing to admit it. Once he was done sputtering and started listening, getting the escape pod fired up was pretty basic. From there, with the help of Sollux, launching it was almost easy. He spared a glance at the other troll as they got the ball rolling, internally debating whether or not to be vocally impressed before he decided against it.

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 2:52 AM

Sollux watched the screen intently, chewing at his lip as warnings sounded, but they weren't able to stop the launch. The little pod sped off away from the big ship. "Okay - fuck is anyone on your ship to respond to us or do we need to do the docking from this end?"

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 3:30 AM

“Uh...” This isn’t something Karkat had properly considered, and the hesitation in his tone was paired with a stiff shrug. “Comms are up, yeah. One thing I did manage to fix. S’matter of if anyone is aware they should have an optical orb out for us. I’m kind of assuming Feferi took care of that, too.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 3:33 AM

"Okay open up a comm line two the ship, I .. don't know what Fef set up we weren't in communication, I havent been able two dial out since I kicked her out of an airlock." He closed his eyes.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 3:43 AM

“What she set up is an oversized mobile bed and breakfast.” Karkat grumbled bit nodded and did as told, hunching his shoulders and fiddling with a few things as he waited for the familiar static to come through. He’d never actually made use of the comma himself, so he was kind of making it up as he went. “Uh... Assholes to base? Is that how this works? Like wriggler radio games?”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 3:46 AM

It took a minute as they figured out where the hail was coming from, but eventually. "Roger, exactly like wriggler radio games. Whats the situation, over"

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 3:52 AM

“The situation? It’s, you know, kind of shitty, but that’s how things usually turn out when more than one of us morons gets involved. Suppose that’s kind of our thing. Shit Session. Uh. Over.” He paused, wrinkled his nose as he considered their injuries, and continued. “Piss pants is goin’ to need immediate attention, he’s leakin’ shit everywhere. I should have the necessary supplies to assist the healing process on board, but quite frankly we’re goin’ to need someone more informed on helming to provide any long term help, over.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 3:57 AM

Right now the very large problem and possibility is that hes going to get an infection, Sollux snorted at Karkat with his eyes closed and muttered some choice insults under his breath.

"we'll have to see what we can do-"

Sollux raised his voice. "We're in the pod that just launched can you bring her around and scoop us up?"

"Got it, uh, over."

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 4:11 AM

“They can just do that?” Karkat asked, and then aimed the same question to whoever they had caught on communication duty. “Hey, you can do that? The ship can scoop shit up and you panless wastes of artificial air didn’t think to just come grab the little escape pod turd the flagship just shit out? What the fuck?”

His surprise had him forgetting to say ‘over’ again, hands coming up to rub at his eyes tiredly. He was beginning to hate everyone on board his stolen ship. What came next was directed at Sollux, and accompanied by a heavy sigh.

“I trained as a doctoreaper, to kee it in simple terms.” Karkat informed him blandly. “The medical bay on ship is already prepared, you’re up shit creek ‘till I strap you in there.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 4:13 AM

"You're a mediculler? thats.. I never thought that was something you'd be interested in. thank fuck though"

"We're coming about now, we'll grab you." The bigger ship began coming about to come pencer grasp the little escape pod and make off with it. Feferi was well and truely on her own now.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 4:21 AM

“It wasn’t.” He responded after a moment of uncomfortable pause. “But things change, we should know that as well as anyone. Turns out to be somethin’ I’m good at.”

The bigger ship was a welcome sight, but Karkat couldn’t help wanting to look back for the flagship. For Feferi. Sure, they had never been particularly close but... He had to stop the line of thinking before it went downhill. She was capable, he decided as they began their exit, and she knew what needed to be done. It was in her claws from there.

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 4:26 AM

"I'm glad you found something you're good at that you like doing, KK."

Sollux drew in a ragged little breath as they left the flagship behind. "-Powers grant we see her again." He hated Hated that she was being left behind, and he hadnt even gotten to see her, to feel her touch his hand again.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 4:49 AM

That got a bark of a laugh out of him. He tried to smother it with a hand with little success. “Yeah. Thanks, Sollux. All it took was the majority of what would have been my natural lifespan.”

It was reassuring to know he wasn’t the only one not pleased with this plan of events. But he also knew it was necessary, and they had different reasons for the discomfort. “We will, I’m sure. Already threatened to revive and skin her if she didn’t come back and take her freak brigade off of my shoulders.” The ship jostled a bit, presumably as they were reeled in to the big ship. “Not worth focusing on now, regardless. Plenty to be done in her absence.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 4:53 AM

"Fucking good, if she loses she deserves it" He grumbled half heartedly. "- I'm really tired Karkat, I might fall asleep as soon as we're safe"(edited)

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 3:01 PM

“She does.” He gave an amused snort at the warning and turned to face him since he no longer needed to be rowing their boat. “Not shockin’. I didn’t think you’d last this long, quite frankly. We’re safe, hell, you were safe the click we got on board.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 3:05 PM

He blinked owlishly at karkat. "..'v you been hanging out with ED? you sound a little like him.." Sollux it was one dropped G its not that important. He was a little light headed. A lot light headed and he might be out soon.

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 5:08 PM

“Not ours. Dave is - was - a bit to blame for it too.” He had to stop himself from trying to explain, it was a long series of stories that would probably get very hard to follow very quickly. “You’re only goin’ to make yourself further exhausted attempting to entertain full questions and conversations, you know. Better off saving it for later, maybe you’ll even find yourself fully coherent wouldn’t that be a doozy.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 9:58 PM

"Dave? Mm." his eyes close. "My whole fucking body is screaming at me."

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 10:02 PM

“Yeah, Dave.” Karkat went uncharacteristically tight lipped at that, picking at the newly acquired holes in his clothing. “You’ll feel better when you wake.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 10:05 PM

"Shit I hope so" He almost asked about where Dave was, but something in Karkat's voice warned him off of it. "I'm gonna take.. the best shower. soon as I can move."

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 10:20 PM

“Got warm water on the ship, now. Lot of good soaps and shit, courtesy of a.... highblooded benefactor.” He snorted. “Shampoo, conditioner, all kinds of shit. Oils, but that might be a bit overwhelmin’ on the senses so soon.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 10:21 PM

"Shit KK do you actually bath now?" he teased him, tense and tired but trying for some normalcy. "..yeah I.. theres too much.. feeling, right now. " By now they were well docked and a button started beeping and flashing at Karkat. Sollux pried an eye open-" Gotta open the airlock."

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 10:48 PM

That earned another laugh. He had forgotten how awful his hygiene was in general, for sweeps. “Yeah. I did. Developed a lot of shockingly good habits, wouldn’t you know. Can’t wait to show everyone just how much I’ve developed into a functionin’ adult. I, uh.” He paused, a bit nervous, before he continued. “I’ve got a couple things that could assist with that, limit exposure in varying degrees while you adjust... Bit old, but suppose Equius would be good with tweaking to fit.”

Karkat hastily opened the airlock, automatically putting his back to a wall to face the friendly welcome wagon. He knew these were Feferi’s allies, and that Equius would likely be among them, but he still found himself dropping a single sickle from his sylladex into his dominant hand. Sweeps of growth would likely never dissolve the paranoia burned into his pan, a number of sources contributing to the edgy twitch of his muscles and hard set to his expression.

Unsurprisingly, the first person to enter - ducking through the still opening passing in a manner that was entirely hilarious given his hulking size - was Equius. Sweat made his long hair stick to his cheeks where it was refusing to stay pulled back, and his fists were clenching and unclenching in his anxiety. He and Karkat exchanged a look and a nod, a moment of understanding, before he approached his kismesis. Karkat stepped to present himself as a temporary blockade, to allow them a few moments. “I clod’nt have thought you could ever l-ook worse.” The other trolls had enough sense to hold off, looking between the three trolls. One large blueblood, crouched in front of his quadrantmate with his hands hovering to avoid accidentally causing a sore spot to worsen. One goldblood, slumped in front of the aforementioned large highblood. And one redblooded mutant, splattered with blue and purple blood, jumped torn to expose wounds that weren’t knitting together and a partially open cut across his throat wielding a recently used weapon.

“Abso-loo-tely smell worse than I hoofed for.”

silencedTechnophile Last Saturday at 10:52 PM

" It's a shitmas miracle" his lips quirked into a smile that was more of a grimace, not because if him, the pain was pretty bad, and his breath only cane more quickly and raggedly as they went. " What's that?" His eyes opened again, familiar and bright, though not as bright as might be hoped. Exhaustion and pain did that " nice two fucking see you too pony boy. I've been in the rig. What your excuse for smelling like a sweaty horse?" He was fine probably. God's it was good to see him even if he'd turned into a fucking giant. He wished he would touch him even with his body's rebellion.(edited)

bulgeRotLast Saturday at 11:18 PM

“Goggles with adjustable levels of opacity, if light turns out to be an issue. Auditory input interruptors, essentially the opposite of an aid. Gloves with detachable bits. Clothes with agreeable fabric and a fit that won’t feel suffocating. Have to adjusted for fit, of course. We aren’t nearly the same size.”

“That is entirely your fault.” Equius tried to sound mad, or even annoyed, but there was a wave of relief in his tone and posture that was hard to miss and entirely justified. “I had assumed...”

He trailed off, likely to figure out his wording. Karkat took that moment to step back, shooting one last warning look to the onlookers before putting his weapon again and shooing the larger troll out of his way. Equius protested, but didn’t force the smaller troll to let him continue.

“You can have your dramedy reunion later.” Karkat snipped, but the look in his eyes was apologetic. “I need to get started before he worsens, gets an infection. Our healin’ rates don’t typically work at the proper capacity, if his state declines he’s likely to face a more difficult healin’ process.” With that he gathered up the other troll again and, with Equius as his escort, made a path out. April 14, 2019

silencedTechnophile Yesterday at 12:36 AM

"Oh that sounds nice-" he told KK then wrinkled his nose at his kismesis and opened his mouth to say something back, trying to maintain and edge of annoyance, of banter and normalcy, but Karkat interupted, and he was a ragdoll being manhandled. He closed his eyes as pain flared in every joint and hole bored into him. and laid his head against the somewhat more built than he remembered troll.

"They've had me on immunosuppressents and industrial antibiotics for a while, KK." He murmured to him. He thought he ought to know. "the shitheads had to keep my body from attacking the biowire."

bulgeRotYesterday at 1:20 AM

“You c-oo-ld be moo-re careful.” Equius aimed this at Karkat, giving him a look over his shoulder. This was not an unusual sort of interaction for them, if the scoff and roll of the eyes from the more stout troll was any indication. From the way Sollux was hung over his shoulders, if he opened his eyes he would be able to see Equius turning an irritated frown toward him. “If you had not previously l-ooked enough to notice, they clod’nt feed coonside mannerisms to him.”

Karkat made a decidedly affronted noise, as the blueblood opened a door to reveal a considerably stocked and already set up medical block. Equius was right on their tail when he strode to the nearest already prepped resting plateau and (more mindful and gently this time) deposited Sollux. He was immediately dropping a box from his sylladex, filled with various supplies, and opening it to sanitize his hands and don a mask and gloves. A bit odd, considering the general state of himself and his own wounds and already being covered in the other’s fluids but... Habitual, familiar, exactly what Karkat needed to flip a switch. It was an obvious change, evident in his posture and even expression. This was what he was good at, what he knew, where he was probably always fated to fit.

“I’m goin to knock you out.” Karkat informed Sollux, for the first time looking him unflinchingly in the face without a single concern over his scarred face or their shared past. “And no, it ain’t optional. I’m not makin’ this harder on myself or more distressing for you -“ here he hooked a thumb toward Equius, hovering literally right over his shoulder, “- or the upscaled grey human Popeye motherfucker about to shit himself already.”

silencedTechnophile Yesterday at 4:57 AM

Sollux rolled his head looking at Karkat then Equius. "I'll be okay you overgrown pony show, I'm a god, remember?" He scoffed softly, then let his head rest with a small little bang,closing his eyes. "Fuck me up KK., I'm half way there already." He already half thought they should just kill him and see if they could force a reset but that was.. tricky, and not garunteed to work, plus traumatic.

bulgeRotYesterday at 9:55 PM

“My memory is impeccable, as it always has been.” Equius frowned at him, but relented and stepped away a bit. “When you acquire the shoes to stay awake -“

“Alright, no, that’s enough.” Karkat aimed a disgusted look at the taller troll and pulled out a needle filled with some sedative. He wasted no time in injecting it into the other troll, careful but sure. “Count up from zero to ten.” He instructed, though having concocted the substance himself he knew Sollux was unlikely to make it past five. “No funny shit either, or I’ll be forced to assume you suffered permanent mental damage and are unfit for continued service.” A bad joke, referencing their throneworld but... Funny for him, at least.

silencedTechnophile Yesterday at 11:39 PM

He opened his mouth to try to dredge up a retort from his addled brain- but then Karkat intervened and gave him an injection. The fog started spreading fast. "-sure" he lisped softly. "..one, two, three, four-" his eyes closed, heavily as unconsciousness embraced him and for a bit, gave him a relief from the pain.

#paragraph RP #plot post #bulgerot #death//#murder//#blood//#body horror//#unsanitary//#medical stuff//#needle//

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