Remnants of the Earth

Jack ignored the Borises as they avoided him, their thoughts... their collective mood clear to him even though he wasn't trying to hear any of their inner chittering. He knew it was really Jonesy's mood. Jonesy's pain.

He knew where Jones would be even before that hoarse cracking voice quietly called out and Scorpius started barking to let Jack know that he too sensed something was wrong with Jonesy. The little fluff was wiggling so much in the bag, trying to get to his friend who needed help. Jack put Scorpius down and the little beast even ignored the few Borises that could still be seen scurrying in their peripheral vision, beating Jack to Jonesy's side.

The fluffy little therapy dog scooted right up next to Jonesy and put his head on the Pilot's leg, whimpering softly and looking up at him with big eyes. Jack knew Scorpius was trying to make Jonesy feel better. He knew that his little puppy baby loved Jonesy as much as he did.

Jack just stood in the doorway for a moment, fishing out the box of crackers and bottle of water he brought for Jonesy. "I know you aren't going to want to, but you need to rehydrate, was the taste out of your mouth, and get something in you to absorb the stomach acid." Jack said softly as he moved to join his second and the small fluff on the floor. Scorpius barked at him, partially to let him know Jonesy was sick and partially to protect Jonesy. The pup didn't really think Jack was a threat to Jonesy, it was more of a statement of 'he isn't well, I am protecting him'.

Jack pet the little fluff. "I know. You are a good boy Scorpius. I am going to help Jonesy feel better ok?"

Rando cracked a little smile at the texts and wiped his eyes. The combination of Vasili trying to help out despite being so far away and not knowing what was wrong, and those big fingers having trouble with the little keys... He was fluttering above the floor of the elevator before he knew it, which from experience was a horrible place to be doing it for a multitude of reasons. Mainly the fact that he had hit himself on the ceiling of the elevator too many times that way. He willed his wings to return to a rest position, neatly folded behind him, which was hard given how restless he was.

He wanted to get as far away from the Citadel and Haviah as possible despite Vasili trying to cheer him up. He wanted to be back in Aurora wrapped around his big snuggly teddy bear-

Uh... heyyyyyy... there... buddy...

Rando turned to face the other Pilot, jumping in the air and hovering high enough that the next thing he knew the downward movement of the elevator caused him to hit his head on the ceiling. It wasn't very hard, but it was always surprising when the metal moving box you were in whapped you on the noggin. He landed back on his feet gracefully and rubbed his head as he looked at his daughte- totally not step daughter.

"Lilo! What are you doing here??" It came out more like he was snapping at her than he realized. He was just shocked that someone else was on the elevator and that of all people it was Vasili's daughter. Bertrando rubbed his eyes more to make sure there were no remnants of tears left. He didn't want Lilo Hestersen to see him cry.

{NAME}
Wynnotykadalli (Win-oh-tie-ka-da-lee) Novarik

{ALIASES}
"Tykada" "Tyke" "Tyk" "Ty"

{AGE}
32

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Female
Pansexual / Aromantic

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human / Aedolian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'7, pretty well toned

{OCCUPATION}
Pilot Echo, Tech Specialist

{RESIDENCE}
Currently Adstreia, originally from Solarta



{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Tykada has soft rounded cheekbones that come down to a softly pointed chin. Her eyes are black and large but still more almond shaped. Ty also had large very kissable lips if she says so herself. She has a marvelous coffee complexion a well trained body she doesn't look particularly muscular unless flexing. She has wide hips and large ass that she is quite proud of, she thinks her boobs are the perfect size too. Of course, her most striking feature is her curly / wavy puff of electric blue hair that nicely frames her face.

When she isn't working she prefers comfy clothing 90% of the time, though she does have more dressy stuff for the right occasion... usually they collect dust in the back of her closet in favor of yoga pants and a soft baggy tshirt. However... the majority of her closet is filled with cosplays that she never has time to utilize but had to have.

{PERSONALITY}

I'M SORRY, DID YOU NOT KNOW I WAS AEDOLIAN?
Tykada is very proud of her heritage. Particularly the fact that Aedolians don't demonize sex. She doesn't consider herself promiscuous, she is a healthy Aedolian woman! If you have a problem with that you can leave this great nation! That said she doesn't care if others don't want to engage in lots of hella good sex, but if you try to shame her, imply she is doing something wrong, or push your prudish agenda on her you just opened the flood gates to hell baby.

MAD HATTER, MARCH HARE
She couldn't tell you who is which, but when she is around Pilot Noble Talbot Henning especially, she just goes with it all. Anything he says she rolls with. Whether or not it happened, even if it contradicts facts. If Soba said it was a thing (and its not illegal) it was a thing. A lot of what they say they have done together? Complete and utter nonsense. But its fun to make things up, and she would never want to make Soba feel like he is crazy.

CAN'T TIE ME DOWN BABY
Not just in the relationship sense. She is oddly 'claustrophobic', something that they tried to 'beat' out of her in candidacy but well.. it backfired a bit. She used to go into a dissociative state when in confinement but now if she is feeling particularly confined she lashes out and gets violent. Something that does not happen often given her role within the government.

DO NOT MESS WITH MY...
Brother. Her brother is very important to her and despite being transferred to Adstreia she still makes the trip to Havina to visit him as much as she can. He is being treated in the Psych Wing at DoSaM and getting him in there was no easy task. If you say anything bad about him there will be problems. She is fiercely protective of him and those she associates with him in her mind. (cough Soba cough)

I'M (NOT) FINE.
Tykada is a Pilot. She is a soldier. She loves her nation, she loves her job. Being a Pilot means not being weak. Being a Pilot means she has to be strong. Anything to the contrary is unacceptable. And yet when she goes to visit her brother she also receives therapy for her PTSD which she will never talk about outside of Psych.

LEAN ON ME
Besides all of her happy sexy fun times she has had a lot of sexual encounters she does not talk about. Not because she is ashamed of them, but because they were important and no ones business. Tykada often puts herself in a position to be a rebound for people she likes (as friends or colleagues) who have gotten out of bad relationships or gone through had times. She believes that sometimes sex (with lots of cuddling, comforting and yes- crying) is good to help people who are hurting. But like a therapist, these sessions are completely private and confidential in her mind. To the point where if her only sexual encounter with someone was like this then she acts like they never even did it in the first place.

Fun Facts!:

• Originally from Solarta! ...a hick city in the desert known for being more xenophobic than the rest of Aedolis combined. She hates accusations of being a Solarta 'greyneck'.
• Loves to cosplay, even though she doesn't have much time for conventions and such cause she never gets tapped for the cool PR appearances. Sad times.
• Her favorite show right now is Sirens of Titania, a soap opera based on a popular lesbian porno series, now with actual plot! ...still lots of sex.
• Her full name, Wynnotykadalli is like... the real world equivalent of something akin to 'Mary Jo Leen'. She hates her full name on account of how incredibly Solartan it is. And she is not a greyneck.
• Not really a fact about Tykada, but the term greyneck is derogatory and similar to the real world 'hick' or 'redneck'. It refers particularly to people from Solarta. The term comes from a grey salve that Solartans put on their skin to protect from the sun and heat in the desert, (even inside the dome the sunlight can be fierce) which they apply liberally to the back of their necks as it helps keep them cool.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}


{RELATIONSHIPS}
Agliorton Novarik- Her little brother and only family as far as she is concerned.

Fiorte- Her dragon, who doesn't really like her and threatens to kill her at least monthly, though she has learned his threats are pretty empty since he doesn't want the trouble of looking for a replacement Pilot.

{HISTORY}

K couldn't help but grin at the messages that popped up in response. He was really just too cute. The alien hummed happily to himself as he scanned his chip to summon the elevator and messaged the scientist back.

/On my way up! :/

It was not the first time he had been up to the labs. He was a representative of Havina, aside from his actual work, knowing (as much as he had clearance for) about what happened in his city was important to him. Well that and he couldn't turn off the information gathering part of his brain that was trained so well for the Copperheads' specialty. Reconnaissance. That was what the Copperheads did so very well. That and recovery. And coordinating all those missions and all their intel was one of their commanders main tasks, when he was not deployed on a mission personally.

Unlike most other squadrons their tactical drills were almost completely run in the wee hours of the morning and their exercise regimens were done solo or in pairs. Most missions were also carried out solo or in pairs, but they still ran simulation drills for complete squadron ones as well. Well when the whole squadron was in Havina. Right now he had members off in Cancerian space, and locating an operative that fell off the radar in the Wastes. It meant little sleep, but it was a good thing that his species could operate on an hour of sleep when needed. Of course if he kept that up then in another two weeks or so he would have to sleep for about 48 hours to make up for it. But the team in the Wastes should be back in a few days. The others would be longer, but Gavrian could take of it too.

Of course the best part of his odd schedule was that it would allow him to have lunch with Pilot Noble Atanase Blackmourne every day if that was ok with the scientist. For K lunch was more like dinner. He was planning on sleeping for an hour or two after this if there were no new developments on the active missions.

He found his heart beating faster as the elevator climbed up to the floor he knew Atanase's lab was on. He had been here before. He had to come give the scientist a hard time after he let the Harpies test the fun new toys. He of course, understood why the Harpies had been chosen to test them. Those weapons better suited their particular style of combat. Heavy artillery, not exactly stealth and precision. Still, he feigned slight then and made his way to confront the scientist who was 'giving all the good toys to the Harpies' instead of Havina's own squad. Of course he hadn't really been serious about that, but that was one of the first time he really met Atanase. Sure he had seen him before, many different times and occasions even, greeted him, been polite and genuine but he had never really spoken to the shy scientist before then. Not truly. And thank all that he had come to 'complain' that day or he may not have realized how cute this nerd was. Cute, gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, interesting, and strange in all the greatest most glorious ways. And to think he had been starting to suppress his feelings for the scientist because he thought the other man was into someone else.

If it hadn't been for the cutest drunk confession ever (though he was shocked at the time), he might have just let Ata float away. K had never been the type to pine after someone he had no shot with. If the center of his affections didn't reciprocate he moved on and hoped they found happiness elsewhere. Though, he was a bit more jealous than he cared to admit when it came to Atanase. He had been trying so hard not to pressure the shy nerd, to take things slow, to be friends first. When that had all been threatened he found himself wanting to fend off the other party and simultaneously pull away. If Ata had told him he had feelings for Cinna, he would have pulled back. But instead Atanase said he wanted to ride K to Wallhalla. Just thinking about that made K smile.

The elevator pinged and the doors opened, signalling that he had arrived on the correct floor and he traced the familiar path to Ata's laboratory, though it all felt so new this time. This was a lunch date. Casual, but no less a date in K's mind. When he reached the door to the lab he knocked. Entering without being told to enter was never something you wanted to do on these floors.

((OOC: I am just going to use XX1, XX2 and so on to represent the names of each of the 4 NPC Harpies squadron members instead of worrying about actual names. But you know.. they would have names so pretend they are names XD))


/// Understood sir. Here is the patrol schedule. You have been broken into teams of two and each team will complete two 4 hour shifts a day.

Shift 1: Pilot XX1 and Pilot XX2 0000 to 0400

Shift 2: Pilot Bloom and Pilot Huxley 0400 to 0800

Shift 3: Pilot XX3 and Pilot XX4 0800 to 1200

Shift 4: Pilot XX1 and Pilot XX2 1200 to 1600

Shift 5: Pilot Bloom and Pilot Huxley 1600 to 2000

Shift 6: Pilot XX3 and Pilot XX4 2000 to 0000

Pilot Echo Rook will of course be with Pilot Echo Opielar the entire time and are to remain in Pilot Echo Rook's apartment. I will be monitoring both apartments via our own hidden surveillance equipment that Vander and I installed in the hallways outside Pilot Oplier and Pilot Rook's apartments as well as in the elevators. No one outside the squadron is to approach their doors. Anyone who tries to should be dealt with in manner best suiting the situation.

Since we know that our target(s) have access to the Pilot chat I believe it is imperative we remain active on it and causal. Do not act as if any of this is going on. No further mention that Pilot Echo Opielar is staying with Pilot Echo Rook should be made and no mention of these watch patrols should be made under any circumstance. If there is any movement or issue that requires all of us on patrol duty a 'mayday' code of 'Crap I forgot to buy chips' shall be posted in the Pilot Chat, follow up will be sent directly to our squadron via an urgent alert on the Harpies Message board.

-Pilot Cardinal Voronin ///

He was fairly certain he had been making an ass of himself on the Pilot Chat and with Atanase specifically. Especially with Atanase. He had been drunk and jealous and just. So so stupid.

Kallixtus really hated Cinna. Well, no. He hated how Cinna flirted with Ata. He felt like the scientist obviously preferred the kulshedra Pilot. After all, no matter what Atanase might say while he was drunk, or when K was, K had been trying to slowly befriend Atanase for a long time and yet Cinna could just barge his way into being friendly with the shy Pilot.

After Chance rejected him, well it hurt a little, and sure he was a bit dejected, but it allowed him to finally move on fully and focus on Atanase. Atanase had been a crush he thought he would give up on without trying, but he just couldn't seem to. He had done his own tarot cards, read his own tea leaves for weeks now. There was nothing he could clearly discern from any of it, no matter how he tried to tell his future. He just wanted some inkling of what he should do. Of course he knew he wasn't relaxed enough to read himself but. He really liked Atanase.

Like he drunkenly messaged the scientist, Ata was hot, smart, nerdy, and so shy and it was just adorable and precious. Atanase was just amazing. He still had a hard time believing a guy like Atanase could ever like him.

And that was the crux of what had him worrying as he made his favorite food for the two of them. His hangover was almost nonexistent at this point, just a bit of a headache. K pulled his hair up into a high big messy bun of thick locks, with the excess hanging down his back and tried not to worry too much about how much Atanase would hate this food. It was definitely not something that most Aedolians had ever eaten. As far as he knew this dish was as close as you could get to mbropi, a popular homestyle sort of comfort food that was a common Jxrigaan meal.
It was one of those things that seemed really complicated to make, but was easy if you knew how.

K made up little containers of the mbropi and took off his apron, fixing up his appearance a bit in his hallway mirror before heading out the door. He was off today, so he was wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a dark green tank top with some sort of tribal design and his trademark necklace. The long chain with the crystal point pendant was always worn when off duty. He had commissioned it for himself when he became commander of the Copperheads. It had their golden emblem on the white crystal point, with little black diamonds as the skull's eyes. There were many knock offs of it sold, he knew that, but this one was really one of a kind, no matter how many tried to duplicate it.

The labs weren't too far from K's apartment, but when he got there he didn't just march his way in. He was off duty and he didn't want to be rude or presumptuous, especially when Atanase could be working on something dangerous, interruptions could cause problems. Instead he messaged his hopefully-still-would-be lunch buddy.

/Hey, is it ok if I come up? I brought lunch. :/

The Pilot chat was filled with disgusting idiots and pigs.

Implying that...

And that Jonesy would...

And with Guidry.

He wanted to punch them all in the face right now for thinking such despicable things of his second and one of his recruits. Teasing Guidry in such a manner. The alien spoke there to try and express his confusion with human and Aedolian social norms and that is how they treat him?? Well he had to give the Copperhead bastard some credit, at least K wasn't so bad.

Still, he knew Guidry was upset and Jonesy-

Jonesy was a wreck from the implication. Which was more than understandable. His own stomach turned and clenched at the thought, but more so at the thought of Jonesy in pain. Suffering again because of this... because of the memories Judikael and Ruslan, and careless comments on some stupid fucking chat.

After making sure Jonesy knew he was coming over he grabbed Scorpius' bag and things before gently placing the pup inside, leaving the top flap open so the little guy could poke his head out if he wanted to.

When he got to Jonesy's apartment he pressed the com button and looked towards the screen. "Hey. It's me." He said simply.

Maybe he wouldn't be any help. He couldn't make shit go away, but he just wanted to be there to hold his second's hand.

Zirconium moved into the cave once Hyperion began nudging him, though he didn't mind the nudge so much. He made his way to the human's pen and peeked in to see him sleeping there. The human hardly looked remarkable- or even all that interesting. He seemed a twitchy little thing, moving even in his sleep.

Rando was cuter than this human. Hyperion's Pilot was better looking than this one. Stronger too. Why keep a second human? Especially like this. He understood, but he didn't.

The divide that Altar and Pilot Appati's love had caused was only widening dude to this instance. Still, as jealous and confused as he was Zirconium found himself on Hyperion's side. He didn't understand this, but he wanted to. He knew what it was like to want to bond with a Pilot so desperately, to be grateful for them and not merely see them as tools as many of their kin did. Humans saved his life. And he had waited to long to find ones that could bond with him. He had been jealous of Altar and Alexiel too. He wanted to protect Alexiel, even though he never took action to do so. He was just a chip in that favor, weighing on their collective conscience.

He supposed he wanted to protect Goggles too. Even though he was unsure why. "The humans wanted to hold a hearing for him didn't they?"

His hands were shaking as he pulled off his boot, huddled in the remains of some sort of stone shed. The building was too small and insignificant for any pack to claim it as territory. It was his secret spot where he went to get high, or sometimes just get away from the pack when he thought he wouldn't be missed.

Well 'missed'. No one really missed him when he was gone, they just got angry if he wasn't there to be their stepping stone.

He pulled the bag out of his boot. Three pills should do it for now. Crushing them and snorting them was the best method of getting them quickly into his system. He needed it fast... maybe one more pill.

He felt better after his fix. Felt nothing. Just better. Somehow, that was good enough. He shoved the bag back in his boot and laced it up on the foot that didn't right. There was something so wonderful about lying back in the blackness and just, not caring about anything. Cannibals could stumble across him and he wouldn't mind them chewing on his living flesh. He probably would, but it didn't seem like he would. He just wanted to relax.

His eyes closed a bit. He just wanted to sleep. The trip up to Haviah was draining even when he wasn't going through withdrawal, it was exhausting today. A nap would be nice. He didn't even care if it was away from the pack, if it was unsafe.

Cecil was used to the cracks where true society gave way and twisted into darkness and madness. He was used to traversing them carefully, tracing familiar paths that still seemed to change and throw curves his way each time. At least these parts were their territory. A good deal of the more navigable entrances to Haviah were well within their pack's hunting grounds. It wasn't unheard of for the alphas and even other high ranking pack members to head up to 'civilization' as the Havians would call it, for various transactions. The pack still had contacts up there even though they had been driven down to the Midhaven generations ago.

However such privileges should not have extended to the lowly omega. Cecil should never be blinded by the lights up there. He was born down in the dark. And yet he wandered up on to these familiar streets more often than not. Looking for his dealer. Looking to do whatever necessary to get his stuff. So he could crawl back into the darkness and forget that anything but silence and the absence of light even existed.

He wiped at his mouth as he slid through over looked tears in the fabric of this great city. Back into the fold of perpetual night and time marked only by a moon they couldn't see but their bodies screamed for, his newfound treasure stuffed in the boot of his lame leg. Maneuvering through the expanse to Midhaven was no easy feat for the most agile, let alone the crippled. He had to grab at his pant leg and lift his leg in the spots that merely dragging it was impossible.

A sheer layer of sweat coated his skin, less from exertion, more like from a fever. Cecil pushed the bangs that clung to his forehead back, his hair all a mess, tangled and dirty. He felt sick, but that was the beginning of the withdrawl that he was now trying desperately to stave off. He made the trip though. Now all he had to do was make it to his secret spot without drawing the attention of his pack.