Satellite - Part 2

a/n: sorry it took so long for this part to come out! I’ve been super busy :) enjoy this super long part! remember to request in my ask box! also, I’ve been having major bellamy feels so enjoy the bellamy pov’s in this part. 

Summary: Y/N becomes worried when her friend John Murphy isn’t the guy she remembers him to be. 

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader x John Murphy

Word Count: 2.7k

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- Operation: BLIND FAITH (Briefing) -

Halo 3

Commander Miranda Keyes, Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, and Sgt Major Avery Johnson brief the Marines participating in Operation: BLIND FAITH’s surface engagements . Among them several hardened veterans of The Battle of Earth as well as the Battle of Installation 04 - all eager to see the war’s end.

Operation: BLIND FAITH marked the final engagement between the Covenant Empire and the United Nations Space Command. Its the only known UNSC operation conducted outside the known galaxy.

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Index Sororitas - Order of the Abyss

“May all that is lost, be found” – Sister Adriana Oldrich

The Battle Sisters of the Order of the Abyss are a Lesser Order Pronatus that split from the Order of August Vigil subsequent to the events that followed the destruction of the imperial oceanic mining planet Nahmu. Born out Despair, the Order protected the ancient space station known simply as the Ark. The Order is now charged with discovering and retrieving the Ark of Truth so that it may reveal all that is lost from the Imperium.


“She who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.” – Sister Nina Marian

M37.207 The Order of August Vigil of the Order Pronatus were asked by the Ecclesiarchy to investigate whether the large battle station sized saviour pod currently laying on the ocean floor of Nahmu is from the Ark of Truth and whether it contains information on how to find it.

Nahmu, was once one of the finest oceanic mining worlds in the Imperium. In lower gothic the name translates as ‘Old Mother’ it was characterised by unique hive cities that would submerge onto the ocean floor to mine for precious minerals during slack water and would then process them above water during the rest of the time.

The Ark of Truth according to ancient scripture is supposed to be the resting place for some of mankinds long forgotten, finest relics, as well as an archive capable of locating of trove more. Under the command of Canoness Abeni Aingeal, sisters from the order of August Vigil boarded the space station submerged deep below one of Nahmu’s many oceans, to find life support fully operational but, incapable of self-sustained flight. Deep within its vaults laid the ancient; Vengeance Engines in full working order. While it was an exceptional discovery and warranted further investigation in the name of the emperor, it could not locate the Ark of Truth, with it only containing the last known location before it separated. Without a name they simply started referring to it as the Ark.

In the years following the sisters tirelessly continued to research and study the Ark in hopes in one day returning it to the Ecclesiarchy that was until M37.212 when the planet Nahmu started experiencing freak geological activity, so violent that it began tearing itself apart. Before the final cataclysmic event destroyed the planet for good Canoness Abeni Aingeal diverted all power to the stations shields in hope of it surviving the event, the result, the huge amounts of energy hurtled the Ark into the black void of space.

The Order of August Vigil assumed their fellow sisters dead and the Ark lost. For those upon the Ark, they had nothing but the ships automated life support, artificial environment, and trajectory. So until the surviving sisters gained control and reinitializing offline systems they were left hurtling uncontrollably into the empty vacuum of space. As they floated in the blackness of nothing it was not long before they came to the attention of roaming Ork Pirates. Sisters from the Order of the Valorous Heart who had been assigned as a protection detail as part of their penance for their sin of pride. These sisters would go on to repel the first attempted boarding action and then onto training the Sisters of the August Vigil the important combat tactics in order to survive. These lessons would prove to be invaluable, as under the command of Canoness Abeni Aingeal,over the next dozen years they were assailed multiple times from Eldar Corsair, and Rogue Trader but they survived and eventually were able to return home.

Early History

Returning home to the Order of August Vigil having been declared untainted, their sisterhood struggled to recognise them, they were far darker, they had gone into the Abyss and returned. They weren’t Sisters of August Vigil any more, their journey had turned them into something far darker. It was clear to command that they weren’t able to reassimilate, so it was decided that the survivors were to form a new convent on the Ark. This would not be enough to ease tensions for on Lethe, the survivors would disobey orders and break rank. Within the private museum of the planetary governor, laid the Red Necklace of Chirosius, the bloodstained chain with which Apostate Cardinal Bucharis bound Confessor Dolan with. Sisters from the Order of August Vigil had intended to negotiate and trade for it, but the sisters upon the Ark would have none of it. Launching a brutal and bloody assault, slaying all in their path the survivors took the necklace by force. Upon investigation into the incident, the Inquisition would clear the sisters of any wrong doing having discovered the governor had been a mutant and agent of Slaanesh. By this point the tension between the Order and the convent upon the Ark was untenable and with the rather begrudging blessing from the Canoness’ of both the Order of August Vigil and the Valorous Heart, Cardinal Halfleikr Pomorac authorized the convent to separate and form a new order. The new order was named the “Order of the Abyss” and took Nahmu as their home planet in name only, for the Ark would be their mobile convent and their flagship. The order was tasked with unlocking the Arks secrets, so that they may find the Ark of Truth.

Notable Sisters

In their relatively short history, the Order of the Abyss have an astounding recording for remarkable individuals

First Canoness Abeni Aingeal

“In the depths of despair, I found him” – Abeni Aingeal, First Canoness of the Order of the Abyss

First Canoness Abeni Aingeal from the Order of the Abyss, formerly from the Order of August Vigil prior to M40.212 would have been considered an understated leader among her sisterhood. The events that followed Nahmu, in the face of extreme adversity Abeni transformed all of that. As a leader she maintained the Emperors light among her subordinates so that they would not face the despair alone. She showed incredible ingenuity to solve the challenges thrown at them. Having led her sisters for so long in confinement, she was eventually able to led them in battle where she revealed a fiery passion, that her sisters follow without hesitation.

Current Canoness Superior Eliska Ludmila

“Now, Emperor be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.” – Eliska Ludmila, Canoness of the Order of the Abyss

Orphaned when her father was press ganged into service of the Imperial Navy, she was sent to the Schola Progenium of Gabchik Kubish, at Bohemia, where she grew recognition as a steely eyed servant of the emperor, with a nerve of steel and an unrelenting desire to serve. The Narva offensive is the largest operation her Order has committed too and it has seen her tested. Lord Inquisitor Alexei de’Ossmann is wary of her, as she is not who he had hoped she would be when he approached the order to assist in the battle against the Tau Empire.

Gabchik Kubish was a member of the Bohemia Planetary Defense Force. When the Daemon Prince Reinhardrik manifested within the planetary governor’s palace, Guardsman Kubish participated in efforts to reclaim the palace and execute any heretics present. The Daemon Prince’s powers forced technological devices to fail- including the loyalist guardsmen’s weapons,, which allowed Reinhardrik to slaughter them at his leisure. In desperation, Guardsman Kubish used a Holy Orb of Antioch- a gift from a Space Marine of the Black Templars Chapter, mistaken for common jewelry and displayed in the palace for millenia- to exorcise the Daemon Prince, giving his life in the process.

In death, Gabchik Kubish was named a martyr, an Imperial Saint, and namesake of Bohemia’s Schola Progenium. Shrapnel from the Holy Orb was recovered and then inlaid into the guide bar of an ornate chainsword, which was named Beastbreaker. Bohemia’s planetary governor granted Eliska Ludmila the honor of bearing the weapon in battle, after the Order of the Abyss returned to the Imperial fold; every day, she fights to prove herself worthy of it.


Due to the nature of the Orders missions and tasks, they encounter many a tale of heretical crimes, all of which is recorded within the Testament of the Martyrs of Faith, so that once the Ark of Truth is discovered they may take up retribution against those that defile the name of the Emperor. Having constant contact with artefacts and relics has made the Order particularly lax about the worship of the god emperor through totemic representation. This has caused some friction with other more conservative Orders. This belief has held them in good stead, not being dragged into ideologically charged retributive campaigns and has allowed them to stay on their mission.

It is not the only belief that has caused controversy among other orders. Other orders commonly distain the blatant relationship between them and the Adeptus Mechanicus, for it is usual sight to see Techpriest accompany sisters upon missions to authenticate technological artifacts.

The founding sisters of the Order passed on their incredible will to survive but, over time sisters of the order have grown to believe that mere survival is not enough. One must not only endure the toughest of trials but also better them. To be a Sister of the Abyss, one must learn that lesson well and truly – to strive against all odds to win, and to be prepared to throw away victory and even their very lives for the ideals they will spend the rest of their lives fighting for. That way no sisters death is in vain and the dozen years trapped upon the Ark will have had a purpose.

Combat Doctrine

“We return light to that left in the dark” – Sister Ludvik Vit

All sisters from the Order of the Abyss have a wide range of individual specialisations when it comes to the study, investigation, and research into ancient relics and artefacts. On the battlefield the order has become specialised an a few polarised aspects of conflict due to the nature of the tasks. They are specialised in lightning raids and drop assaults in order to secure information or items, as well as rear-guard operations in order to defend and guard them.

Due to having the unique access to the vaults upon the Ark, the Order is able to deploy numerous ancient machines to aid in their missions. Reports have stated seeing Vengeance Engines upon the battlefield. An ancient machine resembling somewhere between that of a Penitent Engine from the Ecclesiarchy and that of an Dreadknight of the Grey knights. All indicators point to the fact that these machines are the same as those being deployed by the Order of the Desert Rose.

Confession suits have been seen marching and deploying alongside the sisters of the order. These exo suits originate from mining the mining equipment used to extract artifacts deep underground. The Order saw promise in these suits as did the Adeptus Mechanicus who quickly sought to strap an array of heavy weaponary onto them, making them walking tanks with formidable firepower; mass-collapsing grav-weaponary, infantry shredding heavy bolters, or armour piercing lascannons. Confession suits get their name from the belief that they are able to engage their enemies from such a distance with such ferocity that by the time they have reached you, if you are lucky enough still to be alive, you will confess. They are indeed one of most powerful assets that the Order has available, an asset many orders wish they had. More recent reports have spoken of an unidentified machine that bares similar resemblance to that of the Adeptus Astartes Dark Angel Chapter’s Nephilim Jetfighters providing air cover for the order, further investigation is needed to confirm

Notable Engagements

“There is no Artifact not worth shedding blood for! ” – Sister Tamara Vratislav

Since its establishment, the lessons learnt from the dozen years trapped upon the Ark have stood in good stead.

The 2nd Red Crusade

M38 in the Grail Abyss, the Grail had gone missing. Centuries of requests to examine this grail in the belief in contains clues to the whereabouts of the Ark of Truth had been denied, if the order could recover it before the Grail Wardens, they hoped to unearth a vital clue in their quest.


Battle for Sirens Gate

M39.273, Sedlec Ossuary, at the battle for Sirens Gate, the Order of the Abyss became bogged down against swathes of heretics. The heretics forces must be broken and the gate taken for within the masonry of the gate the order believed laid a clue to unlocking the silent vault within the Ark. Order was given to deploy the Confession suits. The suits strode into battle and from a far they pounded their enemies positions. Bloody havoc was bought upon their enemies that day. Their fiery rain hastily destroying the heretics so that their fellow sisters could secure the gate and the vital information could be secured.

Krakens Mouth

In return for information regarding the Ark of Truth, Lord Inquisitor Alexei de’Ossmann required that the Order dispose of the traitoris planetary governor of Vitus held up in the palace at Krakens Mouth. The Order determined that they best way to achieve this would be through an orbital assault, led by their Vengeance Engines. The understanding was that the orbital drop would enable the Engine to quickly unleash its dual heavy flamers and engage in the close quarters fighting that would inevitably ensue. Its smaller profile would allows it to negotiate the tight passageways around the palace that a regular armoured vehicle would be unable to navigate past. At the east entrance to the palace, sisters were ambushed by the remaining troops loyal to the governor, they overran their position. Supported by a Vengeance Engine with its additional mobility it was able to engage the enemy and push back the assault, had it have been one of the rhino chassis based vehicles available, it would have easily have been destroyed, leaving the sisters vulnerable and most likely lost.

The Narva Reclamation

999.M41 at the request of Lord Inquisitor Alexei de’Ossmann arrive on Narva to assist in combating the Tau Empire and retrieving the Magma-core Syphon the former auxiliary power supply to the Ark of Truth and currently under investigation by the Earth Caste of the Tau Empire

awsamweston  asked:

I'm confused about the Grounder language in The 100. It's been 100 years (more or less) since the nuclear apocalypse, yes? How did the Grounders' language change so fast? I mean, the branches of Vulgar Latin took 300-400 years to go from "dialect" to "distinct language," so I would think that after 100-ish years, the Grounders would still only speak heavily-accented dialects of American English. Am I missing something?

First, it is basically a heavily-accented dialect of American English. I’m actually surprised when people working on the show don’t pick up on it (I think it’s the use of a standard romanization as opposed to using conventional English spellings). I think a couple people have picked up on it (Ryan Causey, script coordinator for The 100, has got it), but for the most part, the actors have been approaching it like a totally foreign language—which I think is cool (gives it more of an other-worldly sound), but unnecessary. I think it takes very little work for a native English speaker to understand all of it.

Now, regarding language change, if I can refer back to the last question asked by an anonymous user, let’s look at why English stayed pretty much the same in Mount Weather and aboard the Ark. In truth, it probably would’ve changed a little bit more (consider how different English is in 2014 vs. 1914), but that would’ve been tough to accomplish, since all the writers would need to be on board with it—and would’ve had to’ve been in the beginning. And it might’ve been a little disorienting for the audience. Even so, you can see how naturally new lexemes crop up and mean something different just through separation. For example, “float” now means something different to everyone aboard the Ark than it does to anyone else. An obvious enough innovation, but examples like that plus time produce new dialects.

The difference between the Ark/Mount Weather and the Grounders is non-linguistic. Specifically, society remained pretty much intact on the Ark and in Mount Weather. Yes, they had to change the way society worked, but, for the most part, they were all safe and could retain social institutions like education, recreation, etc. In addition people had the ability to live quite a bit longer in both locales, provided they followed the rules. There’s certainly no one there who will have been alive during and remembered the old world (or most likely? Perhaps if they were very young, they could’ve survived in Mount Weather), but I bet there are a few that are one generation removed. I doubt if that’s true on Earth. Everyone on the ground had to worry about the very basics of survival. All social institutions were overturned. Mortal danger became a real part of everyone’s everyday lives, and illnesses could run rampant. Frankly, it’s quite surprising anyone survived at all. (And, as we’ve seen, not everyone survived perfectly; some have mutated.) It’s my guess that there are few if any second generation Grounders alive.

The result is that not as much information is passed from generation to generation. Furthermore, innovations from the younger generations are much more likely to stick around if there are fewer older speakers to gainsay them. There’s less push for them to assimilate to any cultural norms if (a) they’re not being passed on as readily, and (b) they’re just as likely to be creating it on their own. Thus the language evolves a bit more quickly.

Recall that with Latin, as much as society back then was less technologically advanced, the social institutions were just as strong as they are now. There was no societal collapse the way there was on Earth 97 years before the setting of The 100. It’s a different environment.

The last piece of the puzzle is a bit of fiction we concocted. Given that we’re in a small geographical area, there are features that are present in the modern language that are a direct result of conscious change on the part of early speakers. In the chaos that prevailed in the early days, there were direct innovations created so that survivors could determine if someone new they came across was one of them or wasn’t. Those that organized early developed vocabulary that would allow them to easily identify other group members—in addition to being able to communicate with group members without giving away what they were talking about. It was basically a code. Many of these old code words eventually became the new words for what they referred to—defeating the original purpose of the code, of course, but by then it no longer mattered. The fittest had survived.

Lastly, the warriors specifically retained their fluency in English in order to be able to understand everyone else (e.g. the Mountain Men). They’re reluctant to speak English in front of outsiders, though, because they don’t want to tip their hand. This is why it took Lincoln so long to actually speak in season 1: He was gathering information on the 100.

Hopefully that answers your question. Of course, there’s more to be revealed throughout season 2, and hopefully even more in the many, many seasons to come (fingers crossed!).

A/N: What a premiere! I know we didn’t get any actual Bellamy/Clarke scenes but we did get some nice moments of Clarke worrying about Bellamy and then of course…this little gem of a moment between Bellamy and Abby which sparked this little drabble.

a mother knows

“You and Clarke…you were close. Weren’t you?”

Bellamy looks up at his current visitor, his vision blurred out of his swollen eye and the darkness not really helping either but he knows who it is regardless.

Abby is leaning against the door, luckily for him the new Camp Jaha (seriously, he wants to punch whoever thought that was a good idea) had a pretty metal cell waiting for him, her arms crossed over her dirty blue coveralls.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bellamy answers coolly, hoping if he feigns indifference it will not only get Abby off his back but also take away the stinging feeling he has whenever he thinks about Clarke and the others and how he just wishes he knew what happened to them.

“I saw you,” Abby says as she crosses the room to righten a fallen chair before taking a seat and facing him. “I saw the look on your face when you saw the message I left Clarke.”

Bellamy snorts. “And that proves what?” Abby is treading dangerously close to something that Bellamy himself doesn’t really understand.

“It proves that you care about my daughter. It proves that you care about your people.” Bellamy doesn’t say anything, the threat of tears too close to falling, and when he looks back at Abby she’s sitting with her hands between her knees and her eyes are fixed on the floor.

“What do you think happened to her? To the others?” Abby asks quietly and as much as he wants to fight against it he can’t help but feel for the woman.

Probably because she is feeling the loss of Clarke just like he is.

“I don’t know,” he replies honestly. “Grounders, Mountain Men, something else entirely. You people don’t understand the dangers of Earth. Everything looks all pretty and magical up there on the Ark but the truth is lady, you don’t know a damn thing about what is going on down here.”

Abby takes a deep breath.

“Then tell me everything I need to know to get Clarke back.”

Bellamy tells her everything that he can because he knows that he needs Clarke back just as much as Abby does.

In some ways, maybe even more.

He’s the first person Clarke hugs when they finally get them out of Mount Weather.

Bellamy feels like his chest is going to explode when she runs in his direction, her blonde hair flying behind her as she launches herself in his arms.

“I thought you were dead,” she says as she grips him tightly and he chuckles as he tightens his arms around her.

“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that easily,” he says jokingly but when she pulls away to look up at him he can see the look in her eyes, the same one he’s had in his for weeks, and he pulls her to him again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Abby is looking at him from a few feet away, her eyebrow arched and a smirk on her lips as she watches their reunion. Bellamy has felt a kinship with the woman since the Ark came to Earth, both of them searching and fighting for the same thing.

He offers her an honest smile before closing his eyes to hug her daughter again.

DVDs for sale!

Over the years I have amassed a rather vast collection of DVDs, and I’ve decided that it’s time to de-clutter and sell some of them off.  They are all DVDs only; the cases are not included, just the discs.  The titles I’m currently selling are:

Stargate SG-1, seasons 1-10 (50 discs) ~ $10 for each season, $75 for all

Stargate Atlantis, seasons 1-4 (20 discs) ~$10 for each season, $30 for all

Stargate film, ultimate edition (1 disc)~$5

Stargate SG-1: Children of the Gods: Final Cut (1 disc)~$5

Stargate: the Ark of Truth (1 disc)~$5

Stargate: Continuum (1 disc)~$5

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, seasons 1-7 (39 discs)~$10 each season, $50 for all

Charmed, seasons 1-8 (48 discs)~$10 for each season, $60 for all

Dead Like Me, seasons 1 and 2 (8 discs), $10 for each season, $15 for all

Medium, seasons 2 and 3 (12 discs), $10 for each season, $15 for all

Dexter, seasons 1-3 (12 discs), $10 for each season, $20 for all

if you’re interested in purchasing anything, you can contact me here on tumblr, or email me at  Depending on your location I may ask for an additional $1-$2 for shipping costs.

anonymous asked:

While rewatching t100 I'm realizing Octavia and Bellamys relationship just gets more painful and violent. It hurts me a lot.

Originally posted by anothergayshark

I’ve always found it to be a dark and tragic relationship. They really had no hope. They *best* outcome they could have had was that she grow old and die a natural death locked in a room, without ever knowing anyone besides her mother and dad. 

Her fate on The Ark was always doomed. 

The truth is, people grow up in those situations and they are savage and unsocialized. They don’t grow past a certain level of development. The trauma of a childhood like that is unimaginable, and Bellamy just tried to mitigate it to the best of his ability and he DID. Octavia was functional and socialized enough to be able to create new interpersonal relationships. This was bordering on miraculous and was definitely heroic on Bellamy’s part.

And yet, he was saddled with the pressure of keeping her safe, the guilt of getting her locked up and their mother floated, the loss of the thing that had given his life meaning since she was born, and also even once they landed, he was still the target of all Octavia’s frustrations with life. For a good and understandable reason, because he had always been there. Always been the person standing between her and death… and her and freedom. What she did to him in the cave seems to me to be a continuation of their relationship on The Ark, but this time she’d learned to fight and had grown bigger and stronger. 

Maybe this is why Octavia’s turn to the dark side never bothered me as much as it does some, nor the loss of the close Blake sibling relationship. Because I always saw it as somewhat dysfunctional and Octavia as a barely restrained feral animal. 

It’s a dark relationship, although beautiful, and I would like to see it come through stronger and more brilliant than ever. It’s not a guarantee, but it is a possibility. So I’m still hoping. 

Who is in Control

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Request: no

Summary:when you land on earth you do everything in your power to defy Bell partly because you dont agree with his methods and partly because you find him attractive. Your defiance infuriates him but you soon find out that there is a fine line between love and hate.

Warning: things get a bit steam towards the end ;) plus this was entirely unedited so I apologize sincerely in advance

A/N: This will be my first imagine for the 100 so yayy!! If you want more or have any requests please feel free to send them in here, I have about 6 more Bellamy au’s planned that should be coming out shortly so keep an eye out and be sure to check out my masterlink and the fandoms I write for!

Originally posted by whateverbellamy

“Here we do whatever the hell we want. Now you dont have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want.” Bellamy’s voice echoed among the crowd, his “chant” catching on like a wild fire, everyone screaming “whatever the hell we want”. You were tucked away in the corner, eyes glued to the man who had already placed himself in charge of the camp. You scanned his features for some sort of fear, passion, insanity; trying to understand why he was doing this. Why was he even here? And furthermore why did he think allowing a bunch of crazy delinquents to “do whatever the hell they want” was a good idea. After all, him taking responsibility of us was his public declaration that we were his burden, and if kids died under his watch how would people back on the ark respond, how would delinquents not rise up?

“Rise up- Thats it!” you thought to yourself, a sly smirk upturning the corners of your lips. You would have to defy Bellamy, after all that is what you wanted. A new way of life, and Bellamy’s attention. Back on the ark you had always had a crush on him; the gorgeous mysterious boy who rarely left his room. You were infatuated with him, even before he started training to be in the guard (guardsmen were a hot commodity on the ark, always the first to marry because of their status and strength). Even after he lost it all protecting his sister, you still managed to love him more, his dedication to his family and protecting his sister at all costs was extremely admirable in your eyes. Thats why seeing him now, allowing such a diverse and potentially dangerous group of people -some no doubt good, but a larger portion bad- to do as they pleased, set you on edge and made you severely question his choices. As everyone went on cheering and blindly following his every order you slid away pulling a few kids you
knew away to discuss your next step.

“Look Bellamy’s going to drive this camp to the ground; especially with Murphy as his little henchmen, we all know how crazy he can get with too much power. Now I know his speeches are promising and his eyes sparkle when he talks and he makes you want to believe that this will work, but the facts tell us it wont. And thats why we must do everything in our power to change the system, and its not like we are breaking any rules. Whatever the hell we want.” I smirked at the end, my eyes trailing across the many faces in my audience. They all nodded, some smirked back others a little more fearful of the inevitable defiance but most were willing.

“y/n, what do you propose we do?” A small voice called from the back. You smiled at the small girl who had lived in the opposite cell as you back on the ark.

“We’ve got to start with these bracelets, he wants us to take these off so we cant communicate with the ark, but the truth is, as much as we may not love everyone on the ark there are people up there who need us and love us. They’re oxygen supply is running out and they are going to start killing innocent people in order to prolong their oxygen supply. I know you may not care for the people who locked you up or floated your parents but dont let more people die at their hands. At their expense. Because the people who will die up there are not going to be the president or general; they will be everyday people like you and me who will be deemed "not as important” as the medical staff or the top mechanic. If you want the leaders of the ark to pay, allowing them to kill off our kind will do nothing to bring them to their knees. We mean nothing to them and they will kill anyone in their power to stay alive. Make them come down here and then we will show them the rules of earth, and these rules cannot be ‘whatever the hell we want’.“ You finished. The crowd erupted with applause, inspired looks dancing across the faces of the few you had been speaking to. You were so caught up in the excitement you didnt see Bellamy glowering in the corner, his jaw clenching as he looked around at all the cheering kids. He was frustrated because to some extent you were right and he didnt know how to argue with your claim. "game on” he whispered before slipping away into the darkness.

The next couple of days you spent with your new “people”; protecting them from Murphy and his gang of psychotic idiots who were trying to rip peoples bracelets off. Back on the ark you loved to learn; you spent more time reading and majoring in different areas than anything else. You had studied biology, chemistry, history, and martial arts which gave you a pretty clear understanding of things on the ground, possible food supply, and how to kick Murphys ass even with his knives. You preferred to attack peoples pressure points; it was by far the easiest method because it was virtually painless for your victims an
renders them momentarily paralyzed with the right strikes. You taught your people how to fight, and assess vegetation; the things you felt were most important for them to know right away.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice growl as a large hand wrapped around your arm dragging you towards a nearby tent which was built into the side of a tree for support. You’d recognize this tent anywhere.

“What do you want Bellamy?” You rolled your eyes, wanting to appear tough and annoyed.

“What the hell are you doing?! Theres absolutely no reason to create this huge rebellion against me! Everytime I go out hunting you pop up to distract me and ruin my advances, whenever Im speaking publicly you retort with your own speech, defy me, and walk away with more of MY people!”

“They are MY people now” You winked, watching his jaw clench as his face was over come with rage. Suddenly you felt your back pressed against the “wall”, you’re heart was beating a hundred miles per hour as you felt his hands tighten around the collar of your shirt. The thin material dug into your neck as his warm breathe blew across your glistening skin, you were both panting as his lips hovered over your ear,

“You are mine y/n. you’re people are my people.” Your breathe caught in your throat as you felt your knees go weak. This was not fair! He couldn’t use his sexiness agaisnt you like this. His eyes lit up when he saw the affect he had on you, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss you, but he also needed his people back under his control and that would have to start with some major self control. He pulled away from you, smiling cockily as you tried to wave off the delicious delirium of his presence. You wondered if he had known how much you liked him all along, but then you realized he wasn’t doing this just to tease you. He wanted you to hand over your people, your power to him; and thats something you would never allow.

'Two can play at this game.’ You swayed your hips as you approached him, your tongue gliding gently over your lips as you watched him assessing your every move. The look on his face was priceless as you slid your hand up his arms cupping his shoulders and hovering your lips over his. He was stock still; afraid to give in, afraid to lose. You smiled, what a game this would be.