Monster Person #396

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Monster who has a long tail, the better to... well. You know.

Universe Protection Works Association 1 - Berry goes surfing

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Note: This is a repost-as-is of a the first part of an ongoing serial story starring My Favourite Fictional Daughter first posted to Cohost on the 12th of September 2023. At time of reposting, the first volume is not complete yet (6 of 8 chapters written), and I can't promise a release schedule for it. Sorry.

Universe Protection Works Association Part 1

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BR247516-I stared mistrustingly at The Big Wet — the sea — outside her cockpit. She did not like this idea. Did not want to be here. Who knew what this structurally unsound sand — beach, her brain helpfully provided — beneath her landing struts would do to her poor ship's engines?

She looked at her operative in the overhead reflective panel that showed her every corner of the ship behind her. "No."

"Aw, come on, Merry Berry." Kyra wheedled, meeting her eyes as she packed another towel in her duffel bag. "It'll be fun, I promise!"

"I was designed in space. I was decanted in space. I was made for space." BR247516-I — Berry, as her operative insisted on calling her for some reason. Not that she minded. It felt good to be... individual. Apart. Highly illicit. Inappropriate. Extremely incorrect. But good. — resolutely countered.

"Yeah, but you go down to planets now. With me." Kyra fired back.

Berry's mouth was a flat, disapproving line as she gestured at the world outside, barely visible through the rain lashing the viewport. Drumming on the hull. "There is weather happening out there." Offended.

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Mech Pilot who takes a callsign to protect themselves from the Fae

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Note: This is a repost-as-is of a piece posted to Cohost on the 12th of September 2023 in response to a prompt by Making-up-Mech-Pilots that read: "Mech Pilot who takes a callsign to protect themselves from the Fae."

Be warned, I went very purple and pulpy on this one.

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"Miserable human. What is the meaning of... this?" the offended, duplicitous Fae infiltrator that thought it had found an easy mark gestured at the pilot formerly known as Sarah Williams' mech. At the flickering display where her name and callsign were supposed to be etched, ready for the picking for its nefarious purposes. The old-timey CRT, unhackable, was busy drawing new, unpronounceable phosphorescent sigils every half-second, the overlaying patterns blending into each other. Muddying the waters. Giving the despised enemy nothing to work with.

"Oh, that?" the pilot grinned cockily, her perfectly made-up lips giving the smile a lurid, bloody sheen. A portent of things to come. "See, when I was assigned to the front lines, I was warned about your kind. How you trick our people. Good, God-fearing human souls. Take their names, make unwilling double agents out of them with your devilish powers. Make them do unspeakable things in your unholy name... Of course, I already knew this."

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