Badge (Final Rose)

Vanille handed the badge to Diana. “Here’s your badge for the lab.”

Diana accepted the badge and held it up over her head like a trophy before noticing the number on it. “Hey! You really did make me your number one minion!”

Vanille ruffled her hair. “I promised you I would, didn’t you? Now, come on. You’re too young to help with everything, but you can definitely help with some of the robotics.” She scooped Diana up. “I’ll even give you a piggyback.”

Diana gave a cry of delight as Vanille carried her deeper into the lab. She’d been to the lab before, but this was the first time she would be allowed to anything. She couldn’t wait!

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Years would pass. 

When Diana was fifteen, she had to get a new badge after an accident at the lab incinerated her clothing and badly damaged the badge. Of course, she was fine. Ragnarok was handy that way, and it was why she handled the most dangerous testing. As lucky as her aunt could be, she probably couldn’t survive being caught in a lab with an explosion strong enough to damage the badge, which had been designed to withstand artillery fire.

Even so, Diana kept the badge. 

She loved all of her aunts and uncles, but her Aunt Vanille had always been her favourite aunt, just like she’d always been her aunt’s favourite niece. And the badge, the battered, scorched badge, was the best gift her aunt had ever given her. 

She’d spent so many wonderful days and nights at the lab doing her research and tinkering. And then there was all the other stuff she’d done that had nothing to do with research, like teaching Professor Cuddles how to play video games or seeing if she could beat Winston in a banana-eating contest. The badge was a symbol for all of that, and she wasn’t going to just throw it away because it was damaged.

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Centuries later…

The little girl with dark hair could hardly contain her excitement. Today was the day! She was finally ready to become a minion! She was nervous, but she knew she could handle it. She’d already built her own robots and weapons. She’d even built her own drone system to help her mother do her job as an explorer. 

The door at the other end of the room opened, and a red-haired fox Faunus walked in. She was much older than the little girl’s parents, but she had a spring in her step and a twinkle in her eye.

“Hmmm…” The Dia-Farron took a closer look at the little girl. “You’re not very tall, are you?”

“I’m a Yun-Farron descended from Diana,” the little girl replied. “I’ll grow later.”

“Heh. You probably will. That’s how it usually is.” The Dia-Farron smirked. “Come with me. We’ve got work to do.” She took a step and then paused, turning and reaching into her pocket. She handed the little girl a badge. “Put it on.”

The little girl put on the badge, a broad, sunny smile on her face. It designated her as Minion #1. 

“You know,” the Dia-Farron said. “I’ve waited a long time to take on a minion from your side of the family. I could never find the right one. I thought… well… I thought your father might have been the one, but someone else picked him before I could.” She chuckled. “Did you know that I’m a direct descendant of Oerba Dia Vanille and Lumina Farron. And wouldn’t you know it, you’re a direct descendant of Diana Yun-Farron and Jahne Nabaat.”

The little girl nodded. “I’m actually named after Jahne,” she said. “But I’m not sure what my Semblance will be yet. I mean my dad…”

“He has Ragnarok.” The old Dia-Farron grinned. “It’s true that some bearers of Ragnarok awaken it when they’re younger than you are now, but not all of them do. If you’ve managed to avoid almost killing yourself, then there probably hasn’t been a need for it to awaken.” She started walking. “Now, come along. We have a killer robot to build. I hope it doesn’t go rogue. The last thing I need is another robot rebellion.”

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One hour later, Jahne had awakened her Semblance, and the lab was down one killer robot.

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Author’s Notes

Yes, this Jahne is the one that appears in the snippets with Averia VII. In the distant future, it’s actually customary for Diana’s descendants, at least the ones who show aptitude in science, technology, and other disciplines, to apprentice with a Dia-Farron from an early age (or from whatever age they begin to show talent). 

The entire tradition is based off Diana becoming Vanille’s minion. Subsequently, Victoria became Raine’s minion, and the trend continued from there. At this stage, it’s been going on so long that it’s become one of the oldest traditions in the Empire. 

anonymous asked:

This is probably super random, but I was re-reading Assassin's Blade (rip Sam, my precious bean) and at the end there was this line in the discussion between Farron and Arobynn: “Attacking a prison wagon is far safer than what you had originally planned.” Do you think, if Celaena/Aelin hadn't been sent to Endovier, he would’ve tried to get her out of the dungeons before/if she was to be executed or whatever the alternative was?

Yeah. I think he would have tried to get her out. Idk how, but I think he would have tried to make a deal for her, or hold someone for random (Dorian), or something. She was his mealticket. And he was creepily in love with her. He, I think, wanted to one day maybe make her queen and himself king. I think he had big plans, and idk that they were realistic or attainable, but he knew who she was the whole time.

Negotiation: Part 1(Final Rose)

Claire took a moment to study the map of the Arendelle Empire in her office. It had always brought her a sense of contentment to know that the Empire had brought peace and prosperity to so many worlds. After this expedition, they’d have to expand it, and the thought brought a smile to her face.

However, her attention swiftly turned to the two people who entered her office. One was a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes. However, he lacked the towering height and broad, powerful build of a man from the Villiers branch of the family. Instead, he was only a few inches taller than Claire, and although he had the build of a man well used to fighting, it was leaner and more compact than would be expected of a Villiers.

Jihm Nabaat - also known as Jihm Jahde Yun-Farron - was a descendant of Diana Yun-Farron and Jahne Nabaat through the line of their second daughter, Jahde. His Semblance was similar to that of Jihl Naabat of Remnant. It was a form of mind control and telepathy. Of course, his loyalty was beyond question, not that she had anything to fear from him. Saviour was impervious to mental interference.

The other person was actually an inch or two shorter than Claire. He was the head scientist of the expedition, Heilos Dia-Farron. Like most of his kin, he was a fox Faunus, and he had the same red hair and blue eyes as Raine Dia-Farron of Remnant, who was one of his ancient ancestors. His war hamster, Professor Hugborough was peeking out of a pocket in his lab coat while munching on some food.

“All right,” Claire said without any further preamble. “Commander Shepard and her associates will be arriving soon. I hope you both understand what we’re trying to do here.”

Jihm chuckled. “Indeed I do. I even have orders from Averia about how she would like this to be handled. I trust you’ve read the message I sent you earlier.”

“I have. I think it’s a good course of action.” Claire paused. “And I trust you won’t resort to any… unsavoury methods.”

“As easy as it would be to simply take control of their minds, I’ve been instructed to handle this as… peacefully as possible. Even if we have enough firepower to crush them, there’s no point in ruling over a giant graveyard. The most beneficial course for the Empire is for the various groups in this galaxy to see us as powerful but benevolent group.”

“I’ve also informed Blake and her command staff of this. She and some of them will also be present at this meeting.”

“Of course.” Jihm nodded gracefully. “It will be nice to see Selene. She is so marvellously devious.”

Selene was one of Jihm’s favourite verbal sparring partners. She was a descendant of Winter Schnee and Blake Belladonna and one of the few people alive who could keep up with Jihm when he really started scheming. 

“Try not to make too much trouble,” Claire replied. Her gaze shifted to the Dia-Farron. “Do you have the presentation ready?”

Helios cackled evilly. “Oh, you bet I do. I’ve prepared it according to your specifications. It’ll get them right where we want them - afraid but hopeful of our intervention.” He paused. “Are you sure you don’t want me to have that simulation ready too?”

“What simulation?” Jihm asked.

“It’s one where I show footage of what I think will happen to most of their worlds if we don’t help. There’s lots of death, harvesting, people being turned into Reapers…”

“People being turned into Reapers?:” Jihm asked.

“Yep. We’ve been stripping data from the captured Reapers, and it’s what they do. They can turn people into robo-zombie things, or they can turn them into this goo that gets used to make those big Reaper ships.”

“I think they can do without seeing that,” Jihm said dryly. “I imagine they’re worried enough.”

“I don’t know. It’s a very detailed simulation. Gruesome too.”

“No.” Claire sighed. “Just have the presentation I talked to you about ready.” She glanced down. “It looks like Blake and some of her command staff just arrived, and Commander Shepard and her associates should be here momentarily too. We’ll greet them in one of the hangars and give them a tour.”

Jihm smirked. “Shock and awe?”

“Indeed.” Claire’s lips curled. “We’re here to help, but we need to make it very clear that messing with us would be an extremely bad idea.”

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Commander Jane Shepard nodded to herself and then did her best to smile at the four she’d chosen to bring along. Miranda, Liara, Garrus, and Mordin were the best at what they did, and she valued any advice they could give her. Plus, Liara, Garrus, and Mordin, while not official representatives of their respective races, could at least give her some idea of what their factions might want out of the deal she would be making.

“Their shuttle has docked, commander,” Joker said over comms.

“All right.” Jane took a deep breath. “Here were go. Remember what we talked about. We need to put up a unified front. We want their help, but we need to offer them something in return. Let’s go.”

They made their way down to the airlock and waited for decontamination and other processes to run before the doors opened.

A group of towering figures in exoskeletal armour were there to greet them. One of them, in more elaborate armour than the others, stepped forward. The faceplate of the armour turned transparent, and they found themselves looking at the face of a middle-aged man.

“Good evening, commander. If you’ll just come aboard, we can get started.”

She nodded quickly. “Thank you.” She strode into the shuttle and then paused. There was a strange device in the middle of the chamber. It looked like a projector of some kind. “Is that a data projector?”

The soldier grinned. “It’s how you’ll be reaching the Fury. It’s a teleportation gateway.”

“Fascinating.” Mordin immediately moved toward the device. “Method of operation?”

The soldier took the question in stride. “I can’t give you the exact specifics, but they told me you might be curious. I am authorised to say that it uses a variant of quantum entanglement to essentially switch the acknowledged positions of particles - or in this case, people and objects. It hasn’t got the range of something like a wormhole portal, but it tends to be less energy consuming, not to mention easier on the stomach.”


If the soldier was bothered by Mordin’s questions, he didn’t show it. Instead, he gave a chuckle. “Oh, the Dia-Farron are going to love you.” He smiled. “Worm hole technology links two points in space using wormholes. Travel takes place through what is a sort of intermediary dimension. Not all life forms take such transitions well. Headaches and vomiting are not uncommon symptoms of wormhole travel, at least the first few times. Since this will be a diplomatic meeting, I’m sure you can understand why we’d try to avoid that.”

Jane could. Vomiting on the shoes of the people they were meeting wasn’t the least bit diplomatic. “Is it safe?”

“It sure is.” The soldier nodded at one of his fellows. A column of light shot up from the device and hung in the air. One of the soldiers walked through it without hesitation. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that I wouldn’t ask of myself or the soldiers under my command. Now, if you’re ready…”

“Of course.” Jane shrugged. “Let’s get on with it.”

Jane stepped forward into the column -

There was a split second of dislocation, of not knowing where or when -

And then she was standing in the middle of a vast hangar. It was lined with craft of various kinds, and there was a formation of hundreds of armoured soldiers waiting, all of them standing in perfect alignment and discipline. Shepard immediately straightened, surreptitiously checking that her uniform was in order, as the others stumbled through the gateway after her. As they all looked around in awe - the hangar was far, far larger than anything they’d ever seen on a ship, to say nothing of the craft it contained, and the other advanced technologies it hinted at - she saw Garrus give a nod of appreciation at the ranks of armoured soldiers waiting patiently in front of them. The Turian could appreciate the discipline it required.

There was movement from the back of the formation, and immediately, the whole group of soldiers parted ranks, seamlessly moving to form a path for three people and the small escort that travelled with them. Jane immediately recognised one of them. Claire was tall for a woman, and she moved with an economical grace that seemed almost machine-like. Her hair, a lush pink, was tied up into a bun, and her blue eyes seemed to take in the whole hangar at once. Alongside her were a blond man and a red-haired man with fox ears. Not for the first time, she wondered if the people with fox ears were a different species or perhaps an allied race.

“Good evening, commander.” Claire stopped in front of them, her gaze flicking to the others. “I hope the trip here was not uncomfortable.”

“It was… quick.” Jane settled for that. “It’s a pleasure to be here.” She nodded to the others in turn. “These are members of my crew. Dr Liara T’Soni, Garrus Vakarian, Miranda Lawson, and Mordin Solus.”

Claire acknowledged the introductions with a curt nod. “My associates, Jihm Nabaat and Professor Helios Dia-Farron.” She gestured with one. “Shall we proceed? We have a conference room prepared, as well as refreshments.” She smiled faintly. “We can take a little tour along the way too. I’m sure you must be curious.”

“That would be fine.”

Medical Ships (Final Rose)

Despite their tendencies toward petty villainy and megalomania, the Dia-Farron have also made significant humanitarian contributions to the galaxy. Perhaps the greatest of these is the deployment of medical ships throughout the galaxy.

Medical ships are essentially gigantic mobile hospitals. In terms of size, the largest of medical ships are comparable to carriers and dreadnoughts although most of them are substantially smaller, comparable to ships like cruisers, destroyers, frigates, and corvettes. Each medical ship has the most advanced and state-of-the-art equipment available and has the facilities and staff to treat the populations of entire systems. 

Medical ships typically travel from system to system, offering aid and support to the inhabitants, many of which may not have access to a comparable standard of medical care. In cases of emergency (e.g., plague, natural disaster, or war), medical ships are usually amongst the first to arrive, offering whatever assistance they can.

Due to their advanced technology, medical ships are frequently the targets of piracy and other attack. Thankfully, the Dia-Farron have seen fit to equip medical ships with weaponry strong enough to easily repel anything short of a large military attack. Their shields, armour, and propulsion systems are amongst the most advanced in the galaxy. It is extremely difficult to incapacitate a medical ship before it retreats to safety without using something as powerful as an Imperial dreadnought.

Furthermore, the humanitarian work performed by medical ships has made them extremely popular throughout the galaxy. Any medical ship that comes under attack can almost always rely on nearby vessels to come to its aid. Indeed, in many systems, the punishment for attacking a medical ship is death. In addition, the Empire has, on several occasions, made clear what will happen if one of their medical ships is attacked: complete annihilation of those responsible and any who aided and abetted them. 

By tradition, the flagship of the medical ships is given the name Fraise, in honour of Fraise Dia-Farron. As an aside, the Dia-Farrons on board medical ships tend to be of the less… eccentric persuasion. Many of them take more after Lumina Farron and Fraise Dia-Farron in temperament than Oerba Dia Vanille and Raine Dia-Farron.