Through Hell I Met You

[anonconda]

Through Hell I Met You
a grimdark shipping meme

The fact settles in your stomach like an ice cold rock. There's a good chance you're going to die here.

It's not surprising, really; you're either a prisoner in a most dangerous place possible or stuck in a cataclysmic event, both choices equally terrifying. You are surrounded on all sides by death, torture, despair, and hopelessness...all this, but you are not alone. Through this experience, you have come to meet someone else, someone in the same situation as you, a prisoner or a survivor. Perhaps you are both ruthless fighters, or total pacifists, or some combination of power and a calming influence - an important mix, given than you can't lose your heads.

This complete degradation and mutual understanding has brought you together in in a way no one else can understand. This bond is not platonic; romantic may not be the right word, not exactly, but you are closer to them than you've ever been with anyone else. It's a fire-forged relationship, made in the most dire of times. To you, they are your world. And you've made a promise, to them and to yourself. You'll get them out of this alive.

...even if you can't say the same about yourself.

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• Comment with your character, canon, and preferences. If you have any ideas on what the harrowing and violent scene should be.
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1. Angst
2. A rare moment of fluff
3. Action!
4. Kill or be killed - the first blood on your hands
5. Separation
6. Calm down, the bad guys are gone.
7. Cheer up
8. Regrouping, refueling, and tending to wounds
9. "You'll never take them away from me!"
10. Smut (aka "this may be our last time alive")
11. Inopportune timed confession
12. Sacrifice of yourself to save them
13. Failure. Both of you die in front of each other.
14. Success! You escape to a new life.

Comments

Kylo Ren | Star Wars

[darthvaderfanboy]

Re: Kylo Ren | Star Wars

[oyacyir]

How would you feel about doing something with a Mandalorian bounty hunter?

[darthvaderfanboy]

OOC: Sounds good! I got a 5. Want me to start or would you like to?

[oyacyir]

Either, or! Power went out so I'll have to reply or write a starter tomorrow. I tend to go for back tagging over boomerang, if that's OK with you. I play her as either time traveling or not, depending (she's from a tabletop game that involved a lot of space anomalies and sith shenanigans)

[darthvaderfanboy]

If you could start this one off, I would eternally grateful! I am such a nervous little wreck when it comes to shipping memes. I tend to back tag a lot too.

[oyacyir]

No probs. If you'd be amenable, we could start with CR and go from there?

Also, since you got separation, how would you feel about a hyperspace anomaly putting their ships in each other's path? We could do a stranded-on-an-iceworld thing, maybe.

Also, prose or brackets? I have a vague preference for prose, but not so much that it'll blow my station to do brackets;I'm just out of practice

[darthvaderfanboy]

Sounds good and I like that idea of a hyperspace anomaly. Prose works for me.

I left it vague! I figure they're landing on Rhen Var because cold. Let me know if I need to edit.

[oyacyir]

It had started out as such a good day.

Her mark had been a challenge, but ultimately he'd fallen prey to a well placed stun grenade and had posed no resistance to being manacled and stuffed into a holding cell. As paydays went, he would fetch a mediocre price but Oya'karii had learned a thing or two about him, and he deserved whatever her employer had planned. He was a hut'uun, a rapist, and an inept killer, and if the girl's father had put out a little extra cash to bring him to justice, so much the better.

Then, there had been the trip back. There had been lights, and there had been darkness.

The sound of the ship's klaxon woke her to a gentle freefall spin in the middle of a corridor. The Mandalorian couldn't have been out for long, though she couldn't recall whatever had happened to damage the gravity systems. After activating her magnetic boots and barking orders to her droids, Oya'karii made her way to the cockpit, where even now her T7 was attempting to stabilize their decent.

The sight of a looming planet soured her mood further.

After a quick look at her readouts, the Mano saw that her payday had already gotten his comeuppance; hard vacuum was as fitting an end as any, though that explained why so many auxiliary systems were offline. Even so, the Optimist was a rugged ship. A little maneuvering with the landing thrusters got the tailspin to even out, but there was no doubt she was coming in too hard and too fast.

Memories floated back to her on their way down, disjointed and seemingly without cause. Ship. There had been a second ship. Crashes in hyperspace were not unheard of, but they typically involved every part of the ships involved separating at many times the speed of light. Whatever had happened to the other ship, Oya'karii counted herself lucky to have survived this far.

Inly, she hoped the repulsors worked; this would not be a good way to die.

Re: I left it vague! I figure they're landing on Rhen Var because cold. Let me know if I need to

[darthvaderfanboy]

OOC: It looks good to me!

Kylo was jolted to the floor when the crash occurred. Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. The small ship had hit something as it was traveling through hyperspace. He dragged himself over to a flashing screen, which revealed a collision with another ship. Of course he had to have the worst luck in the galaxy.

He strapped himself in as the ship spiraled down towards the planet, struggling to regain control. There was no chance of avoiding a crash, he was coming in too hot. Even as he punched buttons and tried to slow the rate of descent, he was reaching out with the Force, trying to slow the ship down. It wasn't very effective, for the ship was just too big for him to have proper control.

He supposed he must have blacked out when the ship hit the icy wasteland. Was he dead? No, he was just upside down. Unstrapping himself, he fell to the ceiling and made his way towards the nearest door. Falling out quite ungracefully, he stumbled to his feet. There was a trail of smoke coming from not too far away. The other ship had landed close by then.

Still somewhat dazed and not thinking altogether clearly, he left the wreckage of his own vessel behind and made his way towards where the Optimist had landed.

[oyacyir]

The repulsors lit in fits and starts, making for a hard, staccato landing that was three-quarters crash. A sensor in her helmet beeped, and Oya'karii was on her feet and sealing off the tibanna gas lines before she truly oriented herself. With that done, she ran an air cycle flush and climbed out of the access port before checking on the condition of her droid.

The small display read:
T7 = functional
Master = functional y/n

"I'm fine, She gave the droid a pat. "Check on hull integrity, would you? I need to know what we lost and whether we can stand vacuum."

Cockpit readouts gave her a litany of damaged or inoperative systems. As a precaution, she powered down the ship's auxiliary systems and took main power down to minimal levels. Only then did she spend the time to look more closely at the white drifts into which they had ignominiously plowed.

The Mandalorian smiled. This was going to be a challenge.

Someone was coming. Through narrowed eyes, she spied a black figure approaching through the cold, fleeing from the second, downed ship. She frowned. Without a temperature suit of any kind, walking on open ground in weather like this was suicidal at worst and idiotic at best. She shook her head and went to open the door.

Oya'karii moved with easy confidence towards the figure, unwilling yet to let whoever it was close to her ship without a little more information. Her deep green armor was well equipped to handle the cold, as her clan had settled on an icy ball known as Kerest. Even though she'd only lived there until the age of four, ice and snow were second nature.

He was still a fair distance away, but she was able to identify the figure as male.

[darthvaderfanboy]

Kylo stumbled as best he could through the snow. His clothes were meant to protect him against the light snowfall of Starkiller Base, not the blasting cold of this planet. It sliced through the layers of black clothing like a knife, leaving him freezing. That was alright. Cold was just another expression of pain and pain was something that he could use to fuel his anger.

He hadn't come this far in his life to die on some out of the way planet. This was not his destiny. If he put his trust into the Force, he knew he could make it out of here. The glare of the sun on the snow was intense, even with the protection his mask offered him.

Squinting at the other ship, he saw a figure emerge from it. As he drew closer, he could see the dark green Mandalorian armor, though he was hard-pressed to tell if the figure wearing it was a man or a woman. "So, you survived the crash." He sounded neither happy or angry, merely stating a fact. His hand hovered over his lightsaber, always on the alert when strangers were about.

[oyacyir]

When the man was close enough to evaluate more fully, the lightsaber on his belt, propensity for black robes, and menacing mask marked him as Sith until proven otherwise. There was always the possibility that he was something else, but the likelihood was so remote as to be virtually impossible. Their aesthetic tended to be as distinct and recognizable as the armor she herself wore.

The Mandalorian noticed his hand poised to draw a saber but did not appear particularly threatened by the fact. Her Da had told her years ago how best to kill both Jedi and Sith, and though she'd killed more of the former than the latter, she knew a handful of dirty tricks that would get her on equal footing, if she needed it.... though to his credit, her Da had also given her the advice to stay away from either Force orders on open ground, if possible. Traps and the like were best for their kind, not frontal assault. Probe droids also made useful tools for hunting Force users, but there was technically no reason to believe this man was hostile. Yet.

Oya did not comment on the man's statement as it seemed to be a mutually obvious fact. Instead, she asked a pointed question. "In what condition is your ship?" Her voice was mechanical, though her accent was clear enough and her armor showed the dings and scuff marks where scorch burns had been cleaned. A few vertical lines on her armor and the mark of her clan on her shoulder were all done in grey. The Mandalorian's inquiry served two purposes: first, his answer might give her some clue as to his interest in her and her craft beyond mere curiosity. Second, if parts of her ship proved irreparable, then usable parts might be stripped from his vehicle to repair her own, if they proved compatible and he was amenable to trading parts for a ride off this planet.

Judging from the angle of the sun, Oya'karii estimated they'd have an hour or or so of sunlight before twilight would herald the coming of night, and with it, real cold.

[darthvaderfanboy]

Even as the Madalorian sized him up, so Kylo Ren was doing the same to her. He'd heard stories of them ever since he was a child. His father had told him of how an encounter with one had led him to being encased in carbonite. His actual first-hand experience with them was rather limited, but he knew that any bounty hunter was sly and full of tricks. 'Never turn your back on one', Han had once told him.

"Upside down," Kylo replied wryly. His head was still aching from that crash landing. "Don't think it'll be flying again." He was too proud to flat-out ask for help, though his intentions had been clear enough when approaching the ship. If their positions had been reversed. Kylo wouldn't have been keen to take on a passenger he knew next to nothing about. He could only hope that Oya was more merciful than he would have been. If he could've just used a mind trick on her, he would've have, but she seemed too strong-willed to have the proper malleable mind.

[oyacyir]

Interestingly, Mando were not necessarily opposed to kindness. There was nothing in the Resol'nare about being either cruel or kind, though as a culture they trended more to the gruff side of niceness if they trended at all. But, helping people in need was a character trait her Da had encouraged since he'd taken her away from home. Others could not be expected to overcome seemingly insurmountable problems alone; they were not Mandalorian.

Sith, however, were far from helpless.

She watched the man levelly, mulling over his words and what they implied about his ability to repair his ship versus its condition. After her silence stretched beyond what would be considered polite by more prim societies, Oya'karii outlined her terms, her tone implying that she would brook no negotiation without things getting a good bit more serious between them. "Give me your ship to strip for parts and I'll give you a ride off this rock to the nearest inhabited port. While you're on my ship, whether in the air or on the ground, I'm in charge."

In the delves and cockles of memory, Oya had only ever known a handful of Force users who knew their way around a ship well enough to repair one, and assuming this one fell in with the majority seemed a safe bet. Still, Sith payed well and they had the same respect for strength that her culture prized. Her past was far further in the past than she could have imagined, but some things never changed.

"Take it or leave."

There was no threat in her voice, only steady fact.