THREAT
• YOU HAVE MY SYMPATHIES Xenomorphs, facehuggers, necromorphs, predators, whatever: the threat you're up against is some kind of being you've never seen before. Perhaps they're engineered somehow, perhaps they've evolved this way. Either way, I hope you can figure out how to kill them before they kill you.
• I'M AFRAID I CAN'T DO THAT Why the hell did we think building un-tethered AI was a good idea? Your threat is an android, or a ship's AI, or I don't know, a sentient race of evil ships that want to destroy all life and suck it into tubes to make a weird baby shaped ship. WHATEVER. The point is, technology is going against you. Can you beat out something with that much processing power? Maybe having bigger firepower will help.
• I LOVE... ROCKS Your threat is environmental. An exploding sun, an alien planet with an inhospitable atmosphere, your ship's life support systems have failed, your shuttle has gone down in flames. Can you cobble together some way to fix the problem before you all die?
• THIS IS NOT A RESCUE SHIP Screw the other problems, what you're up against are HUMANS. Or, you know, whatever species/race matches yours. We're not xeno-racist here. Anyway, you're being targeted by your own. Maybe you're in the way of a scientific development, or you've become expendable, or they want to take over your ship, or they're just plain evil.
• ABOUT 15 SECONDS Holy shit. Holy... shit. You were outside your ship making repairs and you got knocked off track. Maybe your fancy magnetic boots failed. Maybe some debris from your ship took you down with it. Either way, your space walk has become a space "holy shit help I'm going to get spaced, someone get me back on board." Try not to panic.
• WE'RE THE ENEMIES You've been out in space too long. Everything is going strange and everything is a threat. Is your space sickness psychological or physiological? Is it spreading? Is there a cure?
LOCATIONS
• PLANETSIDE Crash landed. In an outpost. Building a new life. You're on a planet not your own and things are going horribly wrong. What can you do when you have no way home?
• STATION SWEET STATION Whether you're out in your ship or in a streamlined space station, things are rotten in Denmark. You'd better fix that circuitry before you all die. Just a suggestion.
• THE GAPING MAW There's nothing around you and all you can hear is your breathing. Are you calm? Panicked? What's it like floating in the vast expanse of space?
• IT'S INEVITABLE You're lost in your own head. You can be anywhere, but maybe you're the threat because you've short-circuited from being in space too long. The mind can only take so much. Try to be gentle. Try to breathe. No one's after you, it's all in your head.
As always, these are just suggestions. Also, not all examples are strictly hard sci-fi but we do what we want in these parts. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun! |
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Samus Aran | Metroid/Smash Bros. | F/F Pref
The Rat King | TMNT (2012)
Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight | ota
Michael Corvin | Underworld
Hudson | Aliens | ota
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Loki Laufeyson | MCU | OTA
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xenomorphs & I LOVE ROCKS & the gaping maw, space AU
And now she's stuck. In Loki's ship. Who's also damaged and infected after the rescue attempt. Hela's not the one to give up, not ever, but they're going down in flames and was pulled by the gravity of the nearest sun. ]
I told you. [ She gritted her teeth, shooting off another two Xenomorphs as they ran, who bounced off the walls with a sickening slimy sound, but she doesn't care. ] It's your fault, Loki. You better have a plan to get us out of here.
These poor assholes
Then again, occasionally Loki severely miscalculates the situation in front of of him and regrets ever agreeing to a rescue attempt when it brings so much more trouble than he'd truly been prepared to deal with.]
Yes, it's incredibly helpful to keep reminding me. Please don't hesitate to continue. [He really doesn't need another round of I told you so when she's only alive because of his intervention. He flings a knife behind him, taking the ugly shriek he earns as proof enough it found home to give him an extra few precious seconds to reload his gun.
Their options are few and far between when half the ship is destroyed and most the crew is dead. It's only a small miracle the life support system has held, but at the rate they're going they won't be alive very much longer to make use of it.] We need to get to the upper decks.
Lt. Ford Brody | Godzilla (2014)
peter quill | mcu | ota
Taneleer Tivan | Marvel | OTA with a preference for cross-canon
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Let me know what works for you.]
/kind of researched this, kind of made things up bc Marvel
ELECTRIC STIMULATION OF AETHER
TANELEER TIVAN
OBJECT: to determine whether dark matter conversion process of AETHER (TIVAN COLLECTION ARTIFACT #AE-THDW-11-08-2013) can be activated by electric stimulation.
EXPERIMENT:
It was standard procedure. The newly refurbished museum had been closed for weeks. All of the containment units had been refortified. The Krylorian attendants and the Head of Security were given days off, insuring that only he and the droids would be on the premises when the experiment took place. Behind the bookcase in his private office, past the tunnel and a good mile of stairs, deeper in the skull of the Ancient Celestial, Taneleer Tivan had been running currents through an Infinity Stone. Yes, he was aware how foolish it sounded. Mad, even.
But, then again, most scientific hypotheses, until proven via careful experimentation, always sounded like such.
Lore concerning this particular Stone always indicated direct touch, maddening and consuming direct touch, would kickstart the dark matter conversion process. Taneleer suspected that there had to be another way. And it could vital that he found this other means, should tensions arise and the Aether be needed.
Taneleer kept a safe distance from a specially crafted containment unit, holding a carefully rigged Aether chamber, and pulled one of two switches. With each pull, a current of increasing strength coursed through the black case for a Terran equivalent of ten minutes. The first pulls proved inconclusive. The tenth caused nothing more than a temporary power-outage (easily remedied by one of his back-up generators). The twelve after, however, did nothing more.
Ah, but the twenty-third! After the twenty-third repetition, the back-up generator died down. One of its sisters activated, as it was programmed to do, and, promptly after the short power outage, an alarm set off. Taneleer turned away from his work station and looked to a wall of screens, each carefully wired centuries ago. All of them displayed prominent areas of the Museum. One screen flashed red, and, then, white.
Ah. Yes. The room containing matter from Eta Argus. Well, formerly. As quickly as the small black hole was born, the poor thing bloomed but, trapped in its case of incredibly expensive Sryllan Supernova Glass and unable to draw in more matter to feed on, in a matter of minutes, the disk was receding. An accelerated life cycle, induced, perhaps, by the low-level stimulation of this Stone.
There was no telling what would happen next. Not with a small blackhole created by an Infinity Stone. Taneleer drew closer to a nearby control console, readying himself should he need to activate the evacuation protocol.
As if to give a final death gasp, the glass shattered. But, instead of drawing more to its center, the thing spat something out and, then, disappeared. Interesting. With tapered fingers, the man scrolled a dial. The picture drew closer to the figure, clear, now, enough to appear a living being. Perhaps bipedal.
Yet even after the dial was turned to its maximum setting, Taneleer was unable to identify this...thing.
The security. Yes, they could Collect and contain this thing. Ascertain if it was a threat. Send him more footage so that it could be recognized. The old man gingerly pressed a button on the console and issued a command that echoed across the Museum's PA system, "Droids to Eta Argus. Droids to Eta Argus. Proceed with caution." With a flick of the wrist, the button was depressed and, in its place, more were pushed.
In the room that formerly contained the black hole, a figure of light materialized. First the reds. Then the oranges. And so on. The figure had white hair and dark eyes. A very good facsimile for Mr. Tivan. The hologram passed through two display cases and stood over the star's rejected mass. It smiled. "Welcome to the Museum of Taneleer Tivan, the Collector. How may I assist you, Sir or Madam--?"
8 Million Years Later...
The flash was a surprise.
The sudden force of being plucked from his point in space and unceremoniously dropped elsewhere against his will. It was a feeling he disliked immensely.
He blinked and looked around, trying to see where he had been dumped and what had taken him.
The black hole had vanished, so that wasn't particularly helpful. This wasn't a Zerg structure, to be certain, there wasn't the biomass associated with the insectoid race.
Chert.
Where was he now? This was definitely not anywhere he recognized...no sign of Terran or Protoss insignia on anything. This was completely unknown ground. The hairs on the back of Stukov's neck stood up when he caught sight of the hologram.
Alexei felt his eyes burn brighter than normal. He stood up, slowly extending the Zerg legs on the left side of his body, trying to look as large as he could since he was in unfamiliar territory. It was a Zerg habit he'd picked up, something he would normally dislike but he did not mind it at the time.
"Hmmmphhhh. I suppose you should tell me since it as you who has plucked me from the Zerg Leviathan I was on. However, since you have introduced yourself I shall return the favor. Vice Admiral Alexei Stukov, at your service."
10 million years later...
The hologram shut its eyes, crinkling its visage with languid lines. "Searching for...Leviathan." The figure hummed, wrapping his arms around himself and looking up. Music played Something almost offensively inoffensive with piano and violin. Within a minute, it pointed a single finger skyward. While smiling brightly, it declared, "Search complete. Leviathan, a noun referring to a sea-monster. Referenced in the Terran Judeo-Christian text, known as the Bible or τὰ βιβλία . Specifically Job 41 with a whale, a crocodile in Ps. 74:14, and, in Isa. 27:1, the devil itself."
The other Taneleer remained by his console, hunched and groaning at the lack of information appearing on his screens. His database yielded nothing, when queried of the Vice Admiral or Zergs. With his face buried in a hand, he balled his other into a fist and, then, slammed it onto a button. Whatever this otherworldly anomaly was, it would go no further than the museum's grounds.
The Collector composed of light simply grinned as the alarm tore the silence with its teeth and lights flashed. "Oh Mr. Vice Admiral," the white-hair spectre remarked with the brightest of teeth and the lightest of tones that only kindergarten teachers use with their charges. "The premises are undergoing a lock-down," with arms spread out, "and the fabulous Collection bots of Mr. Taneleer Tivan will be here to pick you up within oh-ten minutes! I must say, it is an honor to be collected by Mr. Taneleer Tivan! But, before you are collected, is there any exhibit I could direct you to?"
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The Vice Admiral blinked, trying to process exactly what he was dealing with. It was very clear that his...host had no idea what he was talking about. Despite the hologram's...mostly Terran appearance, he clearly had no concept of the fauna of the Koprulu Sector. A Leviathan was indeed all those things he mentioned, but it was not the particular.
"Yes and no. You know your Terran texts, to be sure....but the one I am picturing is more of a...space whale...for lack of a better term. A large, biological traveling vessel. I take it you've never had the pleasure of encountering one. You're lucky, then."
Stukov felt something move over his boot. He looked down briefly to see that a handful of very startled Zerg larva had been taken off the Leviathan with him and were disoriented from the lack of Zerg tissue here...and as such were clinging to him.
Well...this could be useful.
He reached out with his psionic connection to them...which was icnredibly easy since there were no other Zerg around. There wasn't anything he could use for raw materials except the larva...so some Zerglings were all he was going to get but that was pretty much all he needed. He sent the order and the centipede like creatures immediately began to ball up, sealing themselves into chrysalises for their transformation.
Now all he had to do was buy some time.
"Ah...I'm a little confused. Could you...explain yourself in a bit more detail? It seems we're both at the disadvantage of not knowing much about the other. And as far as exhibits go...I am open to suggestion."
Just a few solid minutes. The chrysalises were complete and the zerglings were forming inside-his mind could hear them.
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The Collector in his underground lair can't see the Vice Admiral's zergs, let alone even discern that the man is looking down; in fact, the man is looking away from his screens and preparing a drink in a machine somewhat comparable to a Keurig. It is only a matter of time before his robots collect this specimen (at least, in his mind). He will have a better look at all of its appendages, once this anomaly has been secured.
The other Collector remains chipper. As he has been programmed (for the benefit of many a museum-goer). His feet float just a little off of the floor and his sightless eyes gleam like dark little stars.
"Ooh, there's so much to see," this intangible Tivan proclaims, balling his hands into fists and leaning forward, like a close and dear friend. "You sound Russian, so I imagine you would love to check out the library. We have quite the selection of Dostoyevsky and Chekov. Our adorable current Head of Security loves it there! Ooh, or, as an admiral, perhaps you would like to see the Kree armory! Mr. Tivan has an excellent array. It's very close to this exhibit and I would love to tell you more about the pieces in that particular Collection!" If he were able, he would tell the Vice Admiral most everything that there is to know about this Collection. As his programming dictates.
Some ways away, there seems to be a sort of drumline performing. Nothing light and quick. More steady and slow. Or perhaps it is a continuous roll of thunder, preceeding lightning. No, it must be neither. Because, if one listens in more closely, they could find lyrics accompanying this percussive beat.
It is an honor to be collected by Taneleer Tivan, unseen, automated baritones sing in unison.
It is an honor to be collected by Taneleer Tivan.
It is an honor to be collected by Taneleer Tivan.
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There doesn't seem to be any time to get nostalgic.
There is an omninous drumming in the background somewhere...words Alexei can make out and doesn't much like the sound of.
Still...
As far as he was concerned the worst had already happened...consistently in his book. He cast a glance down at the incubating Zerglings.
Not much longer now.
Stukov tensed the muscles in his Zerg arm, ready to extend it, claws and all to lash out and take the head off of anyone that got too close.
"I suppose it is only fair to warn you. Zerg do not do well in captivity."
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More light displays appeared around them. There were cliffs, there was rock, but there was no water. Something of a pinkish, mauve, grey desert terrain. There was something small and squeaking, not at all looking unlike a hairless weasel, mere inches from Stukov's feet.
Abruptly, a net sprung about the screaming creature. It screamed. Electricity coursed through its little body. Stepping through Stukov, simultaneously drawing the net to him and making its way closer to its prey, stood a behemouth the size of two Alexeis. A man of metal. Grey and stonelike, but bearing a purple face that appeared permanently contorted into an expression of rage.
"Behold," the other Taneleer introduced, remaining bouyant as ever. "The Robotic Sentinel of the Collector! They will come for you! And, when you are subdued--"
Everything, but the surrounding exhibit and the pair of them, become rainbowy dust of pinpoints of light. They swirl, they whorl in their own multicolored sandstorm, until they come together and form a containment unit with the beastie inside.
"--you will be taken to the labs of Taneleer Tivan! Where he will analyze you and build a custom containment-unit to fit your needs," the man composed of light practically squealed, since it was a very good thing. Why, if he hadn't been programmed to give tours like this, he would have loved to have been collected himself. "So you and the Zerg, whatever they are, had best get used to captivity!"
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He liked to consider himself level headed...a good strategist...but the premise of being put in a box sets off a wild animal panic in his mind that he is unable to silence. He keeps it internal, thankfully. Perhaps the Zerg infestation was having a bit more of an effect on him than he liked to admit.
Suddenly, two of the Zerglings that had been forming inside their eggs burst out, snarling and clawing their way into the world. The others were not far behind them..but this was definitely a good start. Alexei could work with this. Should that sour faced robot appear, it would have to contend with at least four zerglings and himself. That was an awful lot, all things considered.
"I think you should consider whether you want them or not."
He commented, a smile clearly in his voice.
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With wretchedly loud clicks, the showroom lights were activated. And, from the looks of things, it appeared that the pair were not alone. Surrounding them, blocking each of the exits, stood very grim-faced mechanical men. All watching, waiting, for the Vice-Admiral to try and make his exit.
Tanelight-Construct clasped his hands together, blinking a little disjointedly, when the actual Mr. Tivan made his announcement across a screeching PA system.
"Mr. Vice Admiral," the disembodied and very disgruntled voice addressed, all too weary from many sessions of reality altering. The strange monotone matches that of the chipper person-shaped thing that had been attempting to speak with Stukov mere minutes ago. Not perfectly, with the lack of chipperness, but they seem related as an object can be to a shadow it casts. "I can't see what you're offering, but, I assure you, that I am the Collector and there are many things that I want. Right now, what I want is for you to hand yourself over quietly. So that I can have a better look at what you are. Perhaps offer medical assistance, if it is needed. If you refuse, I will have what I want by force."
Fran Madaraki | Franken Fran
Michael Burnham | Star Trek Disco Fever
Thor | MCU
not a rescue ship & space station & XENOMORPHS. space AU I think?
Either way, it's Hela. She's not here to rescue you. As a matter of fact, she just kicked down the airlock door, and entered dramatically. As she always did. ]
Why, hello there, brother.
[ She smiles, not a very nice one, more like a menacing one. And she's equipped with not only space rifles but also armed to the teeth. Why, it's your long lost sister, Thor, and this is a sweet, sweet family reunion in space. Hela just doesn't know about the xenomorphs...yet. ]
[[ ooc: Anyway pls tell me if this isn't okay! Also, tbh, I'm voicetesting too, so take your time. ]]
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It comes in the form of Hela....the sister who he'd been pretty sure should've been dead.
Clearly she isn't.
Thor stops for a moment, the beast in front of him slithering away into the ship's bowls with a screech, and for a moment Asgard's King is wide-eyed and stunned. His grip tightens unconsciously around the thrice-forged sword one of his subjects gifted him with, knuckles creaking around the hilt.]
Hela. [Maybe it isn't exactly the most heartfelt reunion, but:] You didn't find Surtur to your liking?
Peter Quill | MCU
Cobra | Space Adventure Cobra
Phil Coulson | Agents of SHIELD | OTA
Hela | MCU | OTA
ellen ripley | alien/s
sometime on the sulaco during aliens?? 👀
( sergeant james davis, colonial marine, affectionately (or not, depending on who you are) nicknamed joker because of his obstinate refusal to take things seriously, has been tossing a ping pong ball against the wall, letting it bounce against the floor, and catching it over and over for the last five minutes. there are more annoying things out there in the big bad universe, sure, but this right now - the constant click-click and then the soft clap of it meeting his cupped hands, and again and again and again - must take some kind of cake. it's rattling around in the silence, the only thing breaking it. he catches the ball again, with a finality this time, and squeezes it into his fist. he'd have stopped if someone asked, but no one was in the mess except him, until ripley crossed the threshold, at which point he decided it was better to cut himself off rather than have her get in his face about it. )
You know how to play? ( he wiggles the ball at her so she can see what he means. )
sounds good! i'm canonblind so i'll do my best <3
eventually, she's distracted by the sound of the ball, which isn't terrible at first. but as it persists it grows steadily more irritating, to the point where it's commandeered her attention, and she sighs as she shoves the briefing away, standing to ask whoever's responsible to knock off whatever's making the noise.
she's a little surprised when the source of it - davis, she thinks she remembers reading, but it's not like anyone but burke or gorman had given a proper introduction - invites her to play. so far most of the marines have regarded her with a certain amount of curiosity, some had been respectful, and some had been outright, if not vocal, with their disdain. but no one's been particularly friendly. she's not entirely sure what to do with it. ]
Are you using the standard rules?
[ the words come out after some delay, and she ventures a few steps further into the mess. it doesn't look like he's got any paddles with him. ]
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Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin
Ellen Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin
Diana / Wonder Woman | New Earth
Admiral Stukov | Starcraft II /Heroes of the Storm |OTA
lucy mcclane. die hard.
amanda ripley. alien: isolation.