1 - 20 of 22 Works found in The Condesce/The Psiioniic
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We are all the children of light and the children of the day. We are not of the night nor of darkness. Therefore, let us not sleep as do others, but let us watch. We are to be watchmen in these end-times. — Missy Elliott
Everyone thinks Her Imperious Condescension is the final boss. This is the story about how wrong they are.
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Condesce has her first and last time with her Helmsman.
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The Imperial Hall is quiet, except the sound of a whip hitting soft flesh.
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Her Imperious Condescension faces the loss of the man she loved, her empire, her species and her planet
But she isn't going to let that take her down- Words:
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2434:12:15:23.04
>ADMIN LOGIN: ********
>ADMIN: CAPTAIN
>RUN: diagnostic-->HELMSMAN
>SYSTEM FUNCTION: normal
>ALTER SYSTEM PARAMETERS, Y/N?
>RUN: command-->n
>RUN: SYSTEM STANDBYE(HELMSMAN: Life in Summary)
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His friends had surpassed the quadrants. He and the Condesce exemplified them each in turn.
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You liked when it was like this. The middle of a long trip, you had the ship going at a speedy pace that would make Her happy. At this point you could put the ship on auto-pilot and give your aching head a rest. Everything was quiet and you had some time to think. To daydream yourself away from your current reality.
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When you pilot a symbiotic ship, who knows which one of you is in charge?
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- Part 2 of Almost Well-Matched
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"My love," she says, smiling so you can see every one of her lamprey fangs, "my love and my delight." She calls you words borrowed from conquered civilizations. "One of my admirals has asked to come tonight to court me."
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Doc Scratch lies, awaiting his imminent death. But does time ever truly pass slowly for a being such as he? Does it matter?
In his final moments, he conveys a story, as a gracious host is known to. The story of a dead planet.
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At times, he forgets that he ever had a name that was not Helmsman. He forgets that he was not a ship, but a man.
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She has ruled absolute for all of living memory. (Her memory.)
Alternately: Empresses are born to be made.
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A painful love story through graphic sex and pain. The Condesce plays with her little toy and shows him just how much she loves him. Warnings: Female dominance, violence, bondage, mutilation.
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The Condesce, in the bridge, with a corpse.
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The empress condescends to speak with her helmsman.
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It's not so weird, not really, not when they've already been through so much and don't even remember.
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You are meant for things grand and glorious, but what a fool you were, to think you could hold fire in your hands without it dying out.
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She's the only one who comes down to this part of the ship. Even with his feet raised off the floor by the oozing pink coils of the bindings she's taller than he is. She moves fluidly and her hair is a black wave around her body, dark like the darkest parts of the ocean are dark, yellow eyes shining like lanterns in the deep. The trident glitters in her hand. "Good evening, Helmsman," she says. Her accent exaggerates the eee sound of evening.
Then she hurts him.
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You feel the relief of exercized legs folded comfortably into a chair and your fingers rake across a keyboard. Language comes out on the screen with a 2 where an s should be to represent your lisp. There are two i’s where there should be one, because you’re a bifurcated man. And while you’re at it why not use two instead of to and drive this scheme into the ground.
Your hand hovers a moment over the h key as you try to regain your bearings. Your arms are far too thin. Your outfit is far too plain. Your eyes flutter open and you find yourself in the bottom of the mothership once more.
He’s within range again. The boy who is a little too much like you. And you just fell into his head like it was yours.