Okay, now that he has a final final final design, I can properly and officially introduce Vega.
Vega is a bot with a few screws loose (mmmmm funny joke). He and Deimos used to be partners and best friends; that is, until Vega started to develop an unnatural infatuation with Deimos, which, quite frankly, freaked him out and forced him to let Vega go. Since then, Vega’s been horrendously obsessed with Deimos and tries to do everything he does, if not better, in order to win back his ex-colleague’s affection.
Ive got some very similar-looking boys so i took the time to put them side by side and differentiate them by height (i fucked up Finn’s height tho, hes supposed to have shorter legs and a longer tail, but you get the idea)
Iris braced herself as Zericks rushed
in, smashing her fist against Iris’ crossed forearms. Shifting her
weight, Iris pressed back on Zericks, throwing her double back
towards the wall; Iris followed swiftly in, delivering a leaping
punch at her red copy. Zericks brushed the strike aside, breaking
Iris’ posture while being unphased; yet the Red seemed to frown back
“Pathetic!” Zericks shouted,
sliding a counter-attack into Iris’ unguarded chest, blasting her
across the room. “You won’t stop me or Perraux with such a weak
attack.” Zericks stood over Iris, lifting her up from the floor and
holding her tightly out in front of herself. “Stop acting like you
are human! You are more than that now!” Zericks shouted, tossing
Iris back toward the door, her lines rippling with her words as she
closed in upon Iris. Iris’ eyes flashed pink, the rest of her form
pulsing as she swung her fist forward. Her forearm split open, rings
and blocks folding out, twisting around her limb. Iris slammed her
fist against Zericks chest, the force of which caused Iris’ forearm
to compress down with several clicks. Iris pressed in harder, her
hand springing forward, back to its normal length, dealing a second
blast to Zericks. The Red was thrust away, bouncing off the wall and
ceiling, yet she landed softly upon her feet.
“What the…” spoke Iris as she
looked over hands. “How did I do that?” Iris asked herself, her
forearms opening once more allowing the gauntlets to fold back
inside. Iris looked over her opened arms, spying the compartments
where her gauntlets would be held, as well as several segments on her
frame. Curious, Iris focused a moment, the gauntlet rings twisted
inside her left arm and fortifying its core; her hand shift to the
side as a section of her inner metallic frame extended outward to her
left palm, allowing Iris to grasp hold of the end. Gripping tightly,
her arm collapsed back to its normal form; as the rod sparked to
life, becoming a glowing blade of light. Iris looked over the blade,
small pixels of light flicking off the pink light. “I… create my
own weapons?” Iris asked aloud.
“Or were they pieces of you since
your creation?” Zericks questioned, as Iris nearly dropped her new
“My… creation? You say this as if
I’m no longer me.”
“Make no qualms about it, you are
not human. You are a machine, a mechanical creation crafted by some
other force no more than a week ago,” explained Zericks, although
mechanical, her tone left little room for doubt as she stepped around
“A machine…” Iris spoke, her
blade switching off and clattering to the floor. Iris looked over her
hands, flexing them slowly, the metal plates sliding over each other
and her synthetic fibers. “Only a week old…” she echoed.
“Come to terms with it, this is what
we are,” Zericks continued, slowly slipping into the shadows, only
seen now by her red lines. “Will you embrace what we are, or will
you cling to who you were?” Iris clenched her fists, her sight
fixed to her fingers.
“I’m… an android…If I’m… in
this form, is this my real body?” spoke Iris, turning her gaze up
to Zericks. “Is this the ‘real’ me?”
“No, this shell you inhabit is a
mechanical copy,” spoke Zericks.
“And what of my real body? Does it
still exist?” asked Iris, watching Zericks’ expression shift
slightly and look away. “Why are you even doing this?”
“Because events have progressed
beyond what is acceptable for my parameters. My systems have
determined a severe danger exists to myself, as well as to you and
your betrothed. Come with me,” spoke Zericks, the glowing door to
the chamber rebooting to reveal an entirely new space within.
“She’s in here…” spoke Omi, her
eyes low as she led Iris towards a small room. “She’s… had
something installed onto her data…” Iris looked up at Omi, giving
her a hug, slipping towards the room. “It’s… done something to
her speech functions.”
“Thank you Omi,” Iris spoke with a
sad smile, looking over towards her wife. “I’ll see what I can
“If anyone can, it’s you,” spoke
Omi as she watched Iris walk inside and kneel before Ruri.
“Ruri…” spoke Iris, holding
softly to her wife’s hand. Ruri turned her eyes over toward Iris,
allowing the circuitry in her eyes to be seen. Ruri smiled softly as
she looked over Iris, reaching out a hand to touch over the exposed
fibers on Iris’ cheeks.
“Hey there sweetheart,” Ruri
spoke, her voice having a slight metallic twang behind it. “Have
you been to Eorz- H-Home… Have you been ho-hh-eorzea yet?” Ruri
struggled to speak, pixelated tears streaming out from her eyes.
“Th-there is something wrong with my voice, can you
rep-hh-hel-p-pair me?” Ruri’s lip quivered as she cried harder.
“Gods Iris! What is wrong with me!?” Ruri buried her face into
Iris’ chest. “I… I’m a… a Program…” Ruri spoke, her
metallic voice fluttering with panic.
“I’m right here for you honey,”
spoke Iris, petting her wife’s hair. “It doesn’t matter what you
are, you… you will always be my wife, my one-and-only,” spoke
Iris, reflecting upon her own words and considering her current
“Am… I a-aable t-to… Am. I.
T-ttrr-able… Trraaapped?” Ruri struggled to ask. “I… am a
Program… aren’t I?” Iris nodded slowly, closing her eyes as well.
“I… think so…” spoke Iris.
“Zeffer… installed… something to
fix-cha-ch-ch-channn..ffffix my voice…” Ruri struggled some more.
Iris grit her teeth upon hearing Ruri mention Zeffer, as Iris gripped
and held Ruri tighter.
“We’ll stop him honey, don’t you
worry about that,” Iris spoke, slowly standing up to her feet. Iris
stepped over to a nearby table and grabbed a plate of the glowing
cube snacks. Iris knelt down in front of Ruri again, plucking one of
the cubes from the plate. “If you are going to be stuck in here,
then I will stay here with you,” spoke Iris as she bit a piece from
the cube and swallowed it down. Her glowing lines rippled forward,
glowing brighter as she took a second bite. “I’ll stay with you
forever, no matter what.” Ruri looked at Iris in shocked, trying to
grab the cube away from Iris.
“N-no! You’ll be trapped in here!”
Ruri shouted. “Y-you ha-haave… w-we ha-have, w-we-yyyoooooou
h-have p-pets to lo-look after?” Ruri struggled against her own
voice some more, as Iris placed a hand to her cheek with a smile.
“It’s okay honey,” started Iris, a
pixel tear dripping out from her eyes. “I make this choice all of
my own volition. I don’t want to just visit my wife, I want to be
with my wife. You being stuck
in here means that I too will be here.”
yo-yoou-our… p-p… your…” Ruri stammered, as Iris kissed her.
“Ruri, sweetheart, don’t fight it. This will be our new home. We’ll
have Omi send a message to Trix to look after our outer-home from now
“I think… that
I’m forced out from that position,” Iris spoke, her lines sinking
in their intensity.
stay here… wi-with me now in my home here?” Ruri asked, no longer
fighting her words. Iris beamed brightly with a nod, petting Ruri’s
hair some more.
forever,” spoke Iris, crying happily as Ruri took the remaining
piece of the cube from Iris and finished it off. She chewed it for a
bit as her blue lines began to glow brighter.
so sweet! These were always
my favorite!” Ruri spoke, the script replacing her words
“They are really
tasty! But I think now that we are staying here for the long haul, we
should look into doing something about these Reds going wild.”
The sound of metal
clinking softly against itself filled the old stone dungeon, dimly
lit by spare candles and lanterns. A soft moaning poured of from one
of the cells, a brown and red-haired miqo'te sat in rags, chained to
the wall behind her. Her battered, bloodied face gave wake to
piercing eyes as she slowly woke at the sound of approaching
there?” her voice cracked and struggled. She looked at the floor,
watching a pair of black boots walk over to her. “Who… are
you…” the miqo'te started, still too weak to finish her sentence.
have they done to you!” called out Iris as she knelt before the
miqo'te. She placed a gentle hand over Trix’s cheek, feeling them
swollen from constant abuse. “Who did this to you? Wh-what can I-I
do to h-help?” Iris’ voice stammered, as she started to fumble with
it…” Trix smiled, looking up to the midlander before her. “I…
I had almost given up h-” Trix had started to speak, interrupted as
Iris leaned in to kiss over her lips. Trix, surprised by the gesture,
quickly squirmed away, coughing harshly as bit of blood trickled out
from her lips. “I-Iris! What’s the matter with you!?”
“Oooo… Trix my
dear, your lips still have that sweetness to them after all these
years,” Iris cackled, looking down on Trix with a violent sneer.
Trix slowly looked up at Iris, trying to back herself into the the
y-you’re not… I-Iris…” Trix panicked, looking at the impostor
before her. “Y-you… Noo…”
“Hah! Come on,
say it Trix! You know who I am!” the impostor taunted. Her eyes
gave off a subtle red glow, licking over her lips.
how? H-How did you steal… h-her body?” Trix cried out, recoiling
in fear as the chains snapping taut. The miqo'te cowered in fear,
frozen in place as she looked up in horror at the midlander before
just say, I heard the good word that it was just laying
around, catching dust,” Perraux laughed, touching and rubbing over
Trix’s face. “I told you that you would suffer, and now look at
this mess!” Perraux shouted, tugging down their blouse to reveal
their cleavage to Trix. “Because of you, I had
to go kick Iris out of her perfect little body and take it all for
myself. Because of you, I’ll just have to tease and torture you with
it.” Perraux laughed as they stood up tall, looking over their
fingernails and inspecting their form.”If you’d just played the
good girl when I came to you, you’d never have to be put into this
dank decrepit cell. If you didn’t act like such an insubordinate cur
whilst you were here, I would never have to punish you by taking it
out on your friends,” Perraux explained, turning slightly and
looking down their nose at Trix. “And all because of you,
Iris is dead…”