Wip Wednesday
My AO3 comment box has blown up! My heartfelt thanks to @tafferling and @turbo-toast , I will reply as soon as I can. I should be working, you’re all gonna get me fired from my new job! 😂
I’m tagging my lovely beta @kalliesa , who might be a little jealous that after all this time she’s not the one reading new stuff from Absolution after a goddamn year hiatus.
Tbf, it’s been a hell of a year, and since nobody seemed to be actively reading the Abby, it’s easy to forget that people read it at all, and my attention wandered off elsewhere (Starfield, mostly 👀 lol, which reminds me, I’m tagging the whole of The Coemancer Crew in this post too, I’d love to see what you’re all working on, but no pressure!)
Do not underestimate the power of commenting on a fic that looks as though it may have been abandoned. They rarely are, it’s just the authors are people, and people’s attention spans tend to wander, especially if they think they’re in a boat on their own.
Without further ado, here’s a very rough (unbeta-read) snippet of Chapter 17: Their Law.
(and you know when a chapter is inspired by The Prodigy, it’s going to be action-packed).
Shouting, grasping, pulling and shoving, the Cerberus soldiers burst through the doors, dragging Sebastian and Tegan from their cells at gunpoint. They forced them to their knees in the main holding area, alongside all the other C-Sec detainees.
“Dad, what’s going on?” Faith asked through their connection.
“Honey, it’s Cerberus,” said Sebastian.
“And some fucker must have told them we were here,” added Tegan.
“Why ARE you here?” But she knew, oh, she knew. They were her parents, after all. And they were alive!
A combination of relief and irritation flooded the connection from all sides, “Honey,” Sebastian didn't need to finish the sentence.
“I’m not going back,” she stated defiantly.
“Can we talk about this later?”, asked Tegan, “so good to hear you, possum.”
“I-”
A single gunshot made them all jump.
Two Cerberus operatives moved methodically down the line, they scanned each human prisoner, then shot them in the back of the head.
They didn’t pause to scan the aliens.
One after the other each prisoner fell to the floor. It sent the rest into a frenzy, they pleaded for their lives, for their gods. The smell of fresh urine further assaulted the senses.
“Please, why do you have to kill us?” The next prisoner asked. Another single gunshot rang out, and he died without an answer.
The soldiers moved onto the next, more screaming, another dull beep on the scanner followed by a further gunshot.
There was just one human and a baterian between Cerberus and Tegan, “Seb.” He warned.
“I know,” said Sebastian, he could feel Tegan’s rising terror, coupled with his own. But he could also see the back of their own heads from Faith’s perspective, as she swung over the ledge two stories above. A glass roof was all that separated them.
“There are six,” he told her. “Four grunts, one officer, and a phantom”, he looked around as best he could, marking their positions. “They’re all wearing civilian grade, standard issue, full Cerberus armour and helmets, which means-“
“Which means they’re using tech to see. Even without the cloak I am a ghost to them.”
“Exactly, sweetheart-“
Another gunshot. The batarian was dead.
The two Cerberus operatives stepped across placing Tegan between them, the gun was inches from the back of his head.
“Seb.”
“I know.”
A different kind of beep emitted from the handheld scanner, and the Cerberus operative laughed, “Well, well. So, the rumours were true. You’re Tegan O’Hara. Which means you must be,” the scanner beeped brightly again, “Sebastian Crosse. It’s your lucky day, you’ve won yourself a little chat with the Illusive Man. Now, where is that little alien bitch of yours?”
Sebastian began to physically shake. After days of solitary confinement, intense questioning, he felt like a coiled spring, wound too tight. He tried to hold on to his composure, closed his eyes briefly and he knew Faith had let go, she was falling, he could feel the cold wind in her hair…
He’d never felt such rage, but could not help smiling up at the doomed Cerberus operative, “I think you’re about to find out.”
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Random Concept: Terry Silver with a TikTok-obsessed Beloved
It would be cute if beloved wanted to film cute couple moments with Terry.
Spicier with Terry during the Halloween season because of all the Ghostface masks trending.
I can imagine Gen Z beloved doing something like the Gothic Baby account if they have a kids with Terry.
Like, I do think Terry Silver, in his old age majorly keeps up with trends.
He always has.
He always had his finger on the pulse of the 'brand new thing'.
More so than young people, undoubtedly --- he's a businessman, after all.
He's too clever not to keep up. That's how he can blend in so perfectly and adapt if need be, being chameleonic in nature, changing and transforming with the times. It's how he can manipulate perceptions and cultural norms --- by being in touch with things around him, sure, like the advent of social media. The Online sphere. Being Vegan for a while, because that's a la mode and acceptable in a more Liberal, upper crust crowd in Los Angeles --- it's admirable, even. A societal badge that says one's a conscientious, good person (And Terry Silver's just that? Right?) when that wouldn't have been the case in the past. Thirty years ago it was perhaps the discourse between nuclear and fossil fuels or green new energy that mattered, and today, it's all about Tik Tok. It's Twitter. Or X, rather. And what's trending on there --- the type of stuff that can make or break one's reputation because someone said something stupid or cancel-worthy two decades ago. Heck, even the branding of social media itself changes, having one name and taking on another practically overnight! The world moves fast and Terry Silver moves with it. But, in spite of him been keenly aware what's what and what it means, I envision his Online presence is incredibly scarce and unbelievably curated on purpose and what information can be found on him on the Internet has been fine combed and is continuously fine combed so really, not only can you not find anything too controversial about him on there (maybe just the right amount of controversial, tactically speaking; acceptable controversies, as to not make him seem too inhumanly saintly and by extension, unrealistic, too suspicious and fake) --- you can't even really find anything much of anything in general except what Terry deliberately and specifically wants on there. Man's incredibly private all while putting up a facade that he's an open book --- which, don't be fooled, he's anything but.
What I mean to say with this is that Terry Silver undoubtedly wouldn't be on Twitter, for example, posting his actual, real opinions about...anything. He's smart like that.
So, any beloved of his? Gen Z or otherwise?
Chances are, they wouldn't be chronically Online either.
They wouldn't be on Tik Tok, plastering videos of themselves, their family or Terry Silver himself for the world to see consistently, because the thought of thousands of people (Voyeurs, the way an already voyeuristic Terry would see it) tuning in to see and watch his beloved --- random punks commenting on them, expressing their opinions willy-nilly, judge, complementing them, leering, passing, bookmarking, downloading and sharing said clips around unstoppably, without any monitoring as to how they could use and abuse such material...legitimately forever --- well, it presses the button of someone fiercely territorial, jealous, possessive, protective and control oriented like Terry. He doesn't like it. He doesn't allow it. He thinks it's bullshit. He would take advantage of someone's else's uploads Online for sure, if push ever came to shove, so maybe it is a bit of projection on his behalf, that somehow, someone, somewhere, would do the same to him and someone who belongs to him to weaken him or retaliate against him, so to take precaution against it, beloved's presence Online becomes, possibly, even scarcer than his, because they're the most precious thing he has and when something or someone's precious or valuable, they're tucked away. Hidden, in ways. Plus side to this, though --- I can envision Terry Silver, like a man who was young in the 70's and 80's being big on home videos instead. Private collections for his private viewing pleasure and usage only. Cute couple moments galore are permissible --- everything is permissible, in fact --- but these recordings, lets call them, belong and remain explicitly in Terry Silver's private care, because he's a man who doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve and tends to strategically tuck away everything that ever mattered to him. Everything that makes him vulnerable. Everything that can compromise or damage him. Most of everything he really is from the public. Includes beloved. Whatever children he might or might not have with them.
If someone was somehow skillful enough to discover their names and Google them, chances are, nothing specific comes up in their search results. Not anywhere.
That's deliberate.
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Goddamn do I hate it when I know more than apple techs
Arena only works in full screen mode now for me. I called support today to make sure there wasn’t some setthing I could change to fix this and there was not (that we found.) so I ask the guy”isn’t there a keystroke I can use to switch back to my desktop since this is full screen”
Guy goes “no, you’ll have to force quit the app.”
I decide this is fucking stupid (force quitting is not generally a great idea when nothing is actually wrong) and I feel like proving it if I’m screen sharing with this chump
So I quit the game (properly) and googled while he’s watching and find and read aloud “command tab to switch back to desktop”
He goes “yeah, command tab works”
I’m like “yeah, I thought it was odd you didn’t suggest it when I asked.”
“oh.”
Yes oh, you idiot motherfucker.
Apple please hire people with more than one brain cell.
That or, as an alternative, give us a key we can press or code word we can say to skip the bored morons and go straight to "I'm a nerd, can an actual tech confirm for me there's no way to do this thing? I swear to Moloch I turned it off and on again."
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With streaming and VOD, I’m starting to realise I miss commercials. NOT ADS. Commercials. The ones where you watch it and it’s like fuuuuck yeeess. I want that.
“Wanna exercise? NO YOU DON’T! You want a motherfucking MORNING STAR for your feet. NOW GO OUT AND BUY IT. Steal the money from your parents if you have to. Fuck it. Your parents will buy it for you because we marketed it as an outdoor toy so they could get that peace of mind after spawning your unwanted annoying dumbass through a night of lust.”
“Now with music and blinding light to use indoor and fuck it up.”
“Want a bb gun? TOUGH SHIT. But here’s a work around for you to still shoot bb’s at each other and get that shit everywhere. TIP: Break the safety bar and you’ll be able to aim up at each other.”
“Have younger siblings? This shit is candy to them. Let’s add in big candy too with sharp edges for that fun scratchy throat feeling. YUM.”
“Want to smash shit and then chuck said hard ass shit at your friends and loved ones? Wanna do it in a quickness and be able to get away with it?”
“Now with more surface area for those with shitty aim.”
For real though. Being serious now. The biggest offender which have injured multiple people and literally killed a little girl. I couldn’t believe this shit even hit the shelves.
I mean… look at this shit! You just chuck it up in the air and tell everyone else good fucking luck. The sharp ass pointy tip is weighted by the way so it comes down with a force.
After it was recalled, because of the death, they eventually released a still dangerous weighted blunt version. Which has also caused many injuries.
I miss these toys and commercials but not lawn darts. That shit scared the fuck out of me because no one, NO ONE, used it the way it was meant to be used.
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