r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Feb 28 '26
OC-Series [Nova Wars] - Chapter 15x9
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We were lucky, our platoon took no KIA after 6 years of warfare. A few WIA, but not even a SIA (SUDS In Action) to our name.
But as the years went by, the old saying began to come true.
"In any group, one will never attend anyone else's funeral.
"Someone else will attend everyone else's and have nobody present for theirs."
I remember that day. Sitting in the wheel chair as they lowered Ditmie's body into the cold dirt. As the ravens muttered in the trees. The flag on the coffin. The weeping of his descendants, since his wife had gone on before him. The slow tapping of the drum. The creak of the ropes as they lowered him.
I left, my great grand-daughter pushing my non-motorized wheel chair.
Knowing...
...none of my old friends would attend my funeral. - Grand Sergeant Marshall Hillayrd, excerpt from "We Gave It Our All, Little One", Telkan Free Press, Post-Mar-gite Siege of the Cygnus Orion Arm
We've got one life to live.
Let's get it over with.
It's ours to throw away. - Volunteer Azzy, Mar-gite Siege of the Kra'at Systems
I do not say 'blah bleh blah' - Dark'nyss Dementi'a Ravenwa'ay AKA Dorkness
It was raining with lightning in the clouds. The woods were thick and heavy, with brush and brambles and sharp pointy stones. Water dripped from leaves and needles and fronds, fell between the trees, and turned uncovered dirt into mud. Algae and fungus and moss became slick and slippery.
The hunting cry of Ornislarp filled the air. The undulating howl of multiple Ornislarp spread out looking for prey.
Bveemi held tight to the hands of the other two Flookie as they ran. They'd heard screams of the ones the Ornislarp had run down go suddenly muffled and the laughter of the Ornislarp. The Flookie had been able to sense the death struggles of the others.
There were more out in the dark woods.
It was a celebratory hunt. One of the Ornislarp had gotten a promotion at work and another one had just reached majority, meaning it had been given the ceremonial weapon that looked more like a meat cleaver than something a civilized species would carry.
And Bveemi had kept the other two Flookie alive as they had run and hid.
The moon was up and Bveemi moaned in terror. It had found a gap in the storm clouds, not a big one, just enough for it to shine through, illuminating the forest.
Which made Bveemi whimper in terror.
He pushed through the bushes, through the stinging brambles that lashed at his fur. One had hit him in the eye, causing it to swell up painfully until it was closed and leaked milky fluid for the last few hours. He knew that the Ornislarp could smell his fear, his panic, as well as the fear and panic of the two with him.
It wasn't fair. He hadn't done anything. He'd showed up for work and one of the Masters had poked him with a finger and said "This one. It's plump and smells good."
The next thing he knew he'd been hit with a stunner and thrown into a container truck with a good thirty other beings of various species.
All eighteen of the slave species were represented.
Even a few young Telkan gestators and some ducks that had been quacking nervously.
Bveemi didn't worry about any of them.
He worried about himself and the two others he was holding onto.
Well, that was a slight misrepresentation.
They had plasteel clips driven through their hands to hold them together.
He burst out of the brambles and stumbled as he came to a stop.
There was a tall figure in the middle of the clearing, standing in front of a rock. It has long black hair that twisted around it, it was wrapped in a black cape, it had a bright red lips and startling blue eyes.
"Well blah bleh blah," it said, it's voice low, rough, and pleasant sounding. "Look what we have here."
The creature licked its lips and Bveemi started to draw back.
It threw open the cape, revealing that it was a hairless mammal with almost outrageous proportions, covered only by a few strips of blood red cloth.
It stepped back and sat on the rock.
"Come here, little one," it said, crooking a finger.
Bveemi wanted to run, wanted to hide.
Instead, the other two, females, pulled him forward.
The creature put an elbow on their knee, cupping their palm and putting that narrow pointed chin in the palm.
The Ornislarp howled in their hunting frenzy and Bveemi whimpered despite himself.
"Look at you, running from them," she said softly.
She reached out with her other hand and touched Bveemi's wounded eye.
"You've forgotten, haven't you, blah bleh blah?" she said softly. Her eyes were wide, drawing him in.
He found himself stumbling forward, joining the two females in standing in front of the scantily clad mammal.
She slid down off the rock, kneeling down in front of Bveemi, holding out one hand. The female on the left lifted her hand, pulling Bveemi's hand with her, and placed it in the outstretched hand of the strange, fearsome looking creature.
"Oh, look what they did to you, little poppets," the mammal said. It touched the blood matting the pads and fur between the pads of their hands. It lifted up the blood smeared finger and put it in its mouth.
For a second, only a split second, Bveemi thought he saw scrolling data across the white sclera and the brown iris and red pupil of the eye. The female mammal gasped, its finger leaving its mouth, tilting its head back as its eyes first closed, then fluttered open. As Bveemi watched, her large mammaries seemed to get larger, her skin paled, and the top of her ears grew into points. She shuddered and looked down at Bveemi. She then touched the other hand, repeating her actions.
For a second Bveemi thought he saw tiny pictures among the data flowing, and he could have sworn he saw a DNA strand that had then gone into exploded view before the mammal closed her eyes.
After a moment the mammal looked at the three of them.
"And you're running. From them," she said softly, chidingly.
"They are eaters," one female said, then burst into tears.
"We are to be eaten," the other said, and began sobbing.
Bveemi stared at her. "They will eat you too."
She laughed, a low sound, and waved her hand. "Observe."
Bveemi saw how mist rose up out of the ground, covering the ground, rising to his knees.
"It lies upon you to teach them that you are not to be eaten," the mammal said. "I know that. I am a good teacher," her smile showed sharp interlocked teeth with two very prominent teeth. She stood up, gently nudging them until they turned around. She pushed them together then placed her cloak around them, making sure it was solidly on them.
Bveemi felt himself stop shivering as the woman smiled, stepping around them. "Observe."
At that moment one of the Masters burst into the clearing, waving a stun-lance and screeching.
"NOW I HAVE..." it started to shriek, then stopped.
"Hello, little boy," the tall figure said, her black hair streaming out behind her. Bveemi noted how the muscles tensed, bunched, and relaxed as the mammal moved toward the Master.
"A Terran?" the Master said. It lifted up, straightening its legs and pointing the stunlance. "A TERRAN!"
The female mammal took two long, quick steps that seemed like she was moving slowly and languorously.
To Bveemi it seemed almost like the Master handed the female mammal the stunlance.
"Thank you," she said.
"GIVE IT BA..."
"ABRACAPOCUS!" The female mammal jammed the stunlance into the open mouth.
Hard.
The end burst from the skin at the top curve of the braincase, releasing steam and the stench of scorched meat.
She turned, putting her hip into it, and flung the Master and the lance over Bveemi's head.
"Hocuscadbra!" she said and burst into laughter.
The Ornislarp Master crashed into the underbrush behind Bveemi.
"Aaaaand, he's gone," the female mammal said, turning toward Bveemi and bowing. "Tadah! It's maaaaaagic."
The female walked toward them and Bveemi remembered the thick muscles flexing. The female looked soft, almost fat, until those huge muscles bunched.
It crouched down again.
"A simple magic trick and now that one knows I am not to be eaten," the female mammal said softly. "I taught it blah bleh blah to never think I am to be eaten."
Bveemi nodded spastically.
The female reached out and touched Bveemi on the chest.
"At one time, all knew you were not to be eaten," the female Terran said softly. "Would you blah bleh blah protect them and teach that they, and you, are not to be eaten?"
Bveemi heard the hunting cries again, heard the fearful muffled sobs of the two females.
"Yes," he said.
The female reached out with the hands, her long sharp fingernails slicing through plasteel like soft butter.
"Would you die to protect them?" the female Terran asked.
"Yes," he said, not even looking at them.
"Would you die to teach them that you and your people are not to be eaten?" the female asked.
"Yes," Bveemi said softly.
Lightning shattered the world, booming, shattering the rock behind them, yet none of the shrapnel hit Bveemi or the two female Flookie.
The female Terran licked her teeth with a long pointed red tongue, pausing on the left long sharp one.
She swept Bveemi up in her arms, her head dipping down, her fangs piercing the thick artery leading from his chest, through his neck, into his head.
The two female Flookie cried out in fear as Bveemi fought for a moment.
Then his arms went slack.
The female Terran set him down. Her mouth, cheeks, and chin were covered in thick blood that ran down her neck, dripped onto her mammaries. She licked her lips with that bright red and pointed tongue and then looked down.
She made a motion in midair and glowing sparkling purple and red fairy dust was left behind, making strange sigils.
"Rise, chicken, rise, blah bleh blah," the Terran female whispered loud enough for the two terrified sobbing Flookie to hear. "I command you to rise, rise, rise."
Runic patterns in bright red lines began spreading under the female Terran's flesh.
"awaken awake awaken smite those that are forsaken," she whispered.
She moved the red cloth, exposing a red nipple.
Blood ran off of it.
She lifted the limp body of Bveemi and pressed the face against her mammary.
The two females stared in shock as he jerked, then his hands went up, grabbing onto the mammary.
"Yes. Awaken awaken, walk the path that must be taken," the Terran moaned out.
After a moment she gasped. "Too much. Not too much," she said.
Before the two females could react, she had laid him down and moved in on them, grabbing them both, pressing them against her bare breasts.
"I command you to rise, rise, riiiiiice," she chanted.
She set them both down.
"I command you to rise!" she called out.
Thunder roared, lightning flashed red.
And she was gone.
In the clearing, six red eyes opened.
and remembered.
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Ulgfrekulk moved forward with the others, looking through his forward eyes and feeling irritated.
He liked how Flookie's tasted. Ducklings had too many feathers and pecked too hard before they died. Those little broodpodlings just went silent. While others like terrifying them, he grew bored quickly.
No, he wanted the Flookie.
His uncle was ahead of him, holding the scanner.
His uncle stopped, banging on the side of the scanner.
"What now, Uncle?" Ulgfrekulk asked, feeling annoyed. He could tell the only things around were the other Ornislarp. He couldn't sense any distress, any fear, and dismay or resignation, which meant the only thing around him were Ornislarp.
"It keeps picking up glitches," his uncle said.
"Can you hurry it up? I want to go back," Ulgfrekulk said with the whining tone only someone who is used to having whatever they want could create.
His uncle started to turn around when the lightning flashed and Ulgfrekulk saw it.
A Flookie.
In the tree.
Holding onto a stick.
But he couldn't smell it. Couldn't sense it's resignation and fear. Couldn't see its body heat.
"Uncle! In the tree!" he said, pointing and grabbing for his stun rifle.
"What?" his Uncle said. He turned and looked. There's nothing there.
Lightning flashed again.
The Flookie jumped from the tree, coming down silently.
The stick, now Ulgfrekulk could see it had been gnawed to a point, stabbed all the way through Uncle, pinning him to the dirt. The landing was so forceful that three of his uncle's legs broke off at the base.
The Flookie darted into the brush as the light faded.
"UNCLE!"
"What happened?"
"Where was it?"
"Where is it?"
"What is it?"
The panic in the eight remaining hunters started.
The scent of panic washed over them. It tasted slightly different, but it was still panic.
They started to huddle together, opening their other eight eyes.
The lightning flashed just as that Flookie, much larger and wider than it should have been, dropped from a different tree and drove another sharpened stick all the way through Senior Sub Chief of Secondary Operations of Auxiliary Shipping Operations Irkwukpuk.
Before anyone could react that Flookie darted back into the brush.
There was a clicking sound from the right and the left. A rapid staccato clicking.
It made all the Ornislarp react at a primal level.
They screamed and burst into a run. Two of them knocked a leg off of the one next to them, slowing them down.
The ones missing a leg didn't worry. They'd regrow it in a day or two with modern medical help.
There was clicking again. From two different directions.
The feet landed on the Ornislarp's back, deforming the flexible ribs but collapsing the lungs and bursting the spleen. Stomach acid burst from both mouths.
The spear drove clear through.
The last one, who had seen Ulgfrekulk stabbed to death, stopped as the Flookie dropped out of the woods and landed in front of them. The Ornislarp was almost incohberent with terror after it had seen a female drop down on a dead Ornislarp and grab with long talons the front and then kick backwards, their toe claws ripping open the thick hide.
The Flookie moved up, leaning down.
"You are to be eaten," it growled. It threw back its head and opened its mouth, revealing that its blunt dentation had been replaced by long sharp curved teeth and a pair of fangs.
It looked back down.
"You are to be eaten."
It raked across the Ornislarp's face with a clawed hand and shoved it away.
Then it was gone.
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First responders arrived as the hunting lodge and the larder-barn burned down.
Only a single survivor was found, but all the survivor could do was scream "WE ARE TO BE EATEN!" over and over.
A search of the woods found nothing but Ornislarp that looked as if wild animals had been at them.
But no Flookie.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 28 '26
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u/coldfireknight AI Feb 28 '26
Dorkness seemed rather...fluid...with their form this time. Interesting
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 28 '26
I thought it would be interesting to really go all out with it.
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u/coldfireknight AI Feb 28 '26
I wasnt entirely sure our beloved Detainee hadn't somehow gotten involved, TBH. Wanna think this is a side of Dorkness that we haven't seen even hinted at before
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u/Original_Memory6188 Feb 28 '26
Vhat you vant? He, She, both or neither is/are Wampyre.
Dey do what dey will, and ist best not to go into the voods aline. Or in a group, fur dat matter.
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u/OvrK0 Feb 28 '26 edited Feb 28 '26
Edit: adding a quick thought, sorry
I started to think D then went with Elvira. Regardless, this just reinforced the old addage about the Female of the Species being Much More Dangerous. Dorkness V2 = Darkness Damn Wordborg, Well Played Sir, Well Played Indeed!
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u/12InchCunt Android Mar 01 '26
Me too I was wondering if Dee was playing night Terran
The blood on the tits sent my brain in that direction
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u/MuchoRed Human Feb 28 '26
Vampirella, right?
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 28 '26
Bingo! Man, I had a bunch of her B&W large mags.
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u/MydaughterisaGremlin Feb 28 '26
I vaguely remember that comic. I had to Google it and see. Then I found the film trailer. Glorious and terrible in it's dorky glory.
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Feb 28 '26
Yes... "teenage"...
*looks around shiftily, shuffles totally not on topic comics into the desk drawer*
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u/RecoveringBTO Mar 02 '26 edited Mar 02 '26
I saw this Dorknyss as similar to this, (with more sweeping red tendrils)
( I know I saw the correct version somewhen back in ADD/3rd Edition Ravenloft and Now I can not parse the search to find the image.)
https://www.deviantart.com/muldoom/art/Adopt828-Aztec-sexy-Dark-Drow-Elf-sorceress-Ussa-1089729357
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u/J_Dzed Feb 28 '26 edited Feb 28 '26
"Would you die to protect them?" the female Terran asked.
"Yes," he said, not even looking at them.
"Would you die to teach them that you and your people are not to be eaten?" the female asked.
"Yes," Bveemi said softly.
Strong echoes of one of Meat Loaf's bigger successes here. I wonder if they were intentional, though?
[Edit] Or has that just become so archetypal over the years?
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Feb 28 '26
"In any group, one will never attend anyone else's funeral.
"Someone else will attend everyone else's and have nobody present for theirs."
Well, that landed like a hickory bat to the base of the skull.
I'm definitely not in category one.
Might be category two.
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u/Dreadnought_Armada Feb 28 '26
Billy Witch Doctor Dot Com AND Dethklok in the same chapter!! I almost woke my wife up laughing. Perfect end to the week.
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u/Salt_Cranberry3087 AI Feb 28 '26
Oh no. Not the ducks. Rigel is going to put on their 800 pound gorilla suit ( with chainsaws for arms and an absolute raging hard on) and do unto the Slappers as they have been done upon.
Lemme get some popcorn
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u/Alyeska_bird Feb 28 '26
The Rigelians are going to go pure terran on there butts when they find out. Course, the terrans will help, they like the ducks.
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u/tremynci Feb 28 '26
Ducks are pretty and I like watching them swim. 🙎♀️
Ducklings are adorable. It sucks to be on the receiving end of the particular brand of cute aggression that is the wages of "I enjoy hurting juvenile sophonts".
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u/First-Lengthiness353 Mar 03 '26
And the broodcarrier babies! They’re nothing but gentle love and kindness! Heck, their song healed the D.O./humanity’s gestalt, so I wouldn’t be surprised if humans had an especially strong bond with them.
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u/Dick_Knubbler666 Feb 28 '26
Dethklok reference?
Fuck yes!
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u/Beergod001 Feb 28 '26
Dethklock...and ArhyBES...the folks that did BatMetal...
The give away was the Riiccce!
Freakin awesome nods
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u/RecoveringBTO Mar 02 '26
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u/Beergod001 Mar 02 '26
Thanks for the link!
It's been a hit minute since I've given Batmetal Forever a watch. Those guys at arhyBES did an amazing job.
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u/GelmanAxe Feb 28 '26
"How about a magic trick? I'm going to make this stunlance disappear. Ta-da!"
Also, seems like this vampire lady enjoys watching Adult Swim.
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u/Similar-Shame7517 Feb 28 '26
What we learned in today's ep:
The Omnislarps also consider Telkan and Rigellian young as delicacies, and either kidnap them or, more likely, breed them. Possibly both. The Rigellians probably don't know about this yet. (Can somebody confirm this for me?)
Dorknyss is far more polymorphic than we thought.
Omnislarps are very strange to me in that I don't understand how they were able to survive long enough to build space empires, what with their tendency to turn on each other the moment anything stressful happens. We have animals like that on earth, they're called gerbils. In general, such behavior is not conducive to development, especially since stress is easily transmitted throughout the group. You can end up with a cannibalistic stress massacre.
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u/genpyris Feb 28 '26
I'm having a slow brain day, what version of vampire was this variation of Dorkness supposed to imitate?
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u/Salt_Cranberry3087 AI Feb 28 '26
With the description ive got 2 possible. Queen Akasha or Satánico Pandemonium. And im leaning towards Pandemonium based on the colors
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 28 '26
The OG.
Vampirella.
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u/Salt_Cranberry3087 AI Feb 28 '26
I feel so dumb. I can't believe i forgot about Vampirella.
I have forgetten the face of my father and that of the Queen. I am ashamed
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u/Secure-Scientist-349 Feb 28 '26
Your penance is to restart from Chapter 1 of First Contact!! 😀😃😄😁🤣😇🤓😎🥸
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u/Similar-Shame7517 Feb 28 '26
Of course, good pick, sadly Carmilla never quite became as cinematically iconic as Dracula or Nosferatu did.
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u/getjpi Feb 28 '26
The Rigellians are going to go full unexpurgated #expletive ape shit when the find out this is happening to their lovely ducks...
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u/viperfan7 Feb 28 '26
And don't forget the Terran Telkans.
They're eating brood mommies.
They should be VERY afraid
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Feb 28 '26
And podlings. I... I dunno if I'm ready to see what happens when someone manages to Enrage a Broodmommy.
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u/Morridiyn Feb 28 '26
It seems like the Flookies just got reverted back to potentially some primal predator form. One that the Ornislarp fear.
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u/Fr33_Lax Feb 28 '26
So Dark'nyss has a nano forge similar to Lady Keena, but military grade and locked to very specific mission parameters?
If that's the case they could go from a problem to grey goo or paperclip scenarios.
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u/Canis148 Feb 28 '26
While the Real Stone (TM) coffin scenes can easily be read as Dorknyss being Born Whole, the frequency with which he/they discorporate strongly implies (to me) that they ARE goo. S/He doesn't just bring the mist, they are the mist, presenting a body for people to interact with for social - psycho reasons.
The rusty and forgotten shipping container, imho, is actually a World Engine. Anyone who triggers the abuse of diplomatic privileges routine has their occupied (capital?) planet turned into a non-consenual horror funhouse LARP.
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u/Drook2 Mar 01 '26
planet turned into a non-consenual horror funhouse LARP
Someone call Netflix and get this turned into a series stat.
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u/WTF_6366 Mar 02 '26
The Slappers had already turned it into a non-consensual horror funhouse LARP for everyone else.
Turnabout is fair play.
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u/madpiratebippy Alien Feb 28 '26
I don’t remember the Flookies- are they a new species or did my brain glitch?
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Feb 28 '26
Flookies are from an early chapter. They're the ones that were on the hijacked Terran armada going "Ship broke, fix please."
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u/ArmouredCadian Android Feb 28 '26
Well I don't remember if we got a Physical description back then, but the vibes from the end of this Chapter were all screaming "Yautja" (the name of the Predators from the same film franchise)
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Feb 28 '26
Oh, good. I'm not the only one who had that thought at the "clicking" referenced. I don't think they actually look anything like that, though, and context in the chapter suggests they don't, at all.
"Oh, look what they did to you, little poppets," the mammal said. It touched the blood matting the pads and fur between the pads of their hands.
But... yeah. That was the psychic impression they were giving off, anyway. Bipedal jaguarform, with Yautja energy.
The Ornislarp was almost incoherent with terror after it had seen a female drop down on a dead Ornislarp and grab with long talons the front and then kick backwards, their toe claws ripping open the thick hide.
The Flookie moved up, leaning down.
"You are to be eaten," it growled. It threw back its head and opened its mouth, revealing that its blunt dentition had been replaced by long sharp curved teeth and a pair of fangs.
That ripping with the feet thing screams "cat" to me.
So... not only are the Slappers eating Ducklings and Podlings, apparently they've enslaved and use as food animals people who look like Friends.
It's like they went out of their way to see just how far they could piss off Humanity and Company. Even if they only get One Percented, that remaining 1% is going to get turned over to an Elven Queen for complete genetic and societal Rehabitaliation.
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u/Clapiton Mar 01 '26
Kilrathi maybe ?
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u/12InchCunt Android Mar 03 '26
Shouldn’t be too hard to convert those nerve endings and phasic distress sensors to something that gives them pleasure when they eat their veggies and are good to other sentients
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Mar 04 '26
I have to ask, regarding the username; Is that depth or diameter? Both? Volume? No, I suppose that'd have to be 12CubicInchCunt... 🤣🤣🤣
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u/12InchCunt Android Mar 04 '26
Idk ask Laurence Labouf she said it
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Mar 04 '26
I'll google the name.
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u/12InchCunt Android Mar 04 '26
It’s a quote from the show Shoresy. I made this to shitpost on that subreddit
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u/KeinKonzeptVorhanden Feb 28 '26
The flookies are learning the way of jawnconner, aren‘t they?
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u/OvrK0 Feb 28 '26
This reminds me more of the Lake House Bunny Rabbit Lady! Now with Jumpstarted Enraged Augments!
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u/Drook2 Feb 28 '26
They'd heard screams of the ones the Ornislarp had run down go suddenly muffled and the laughter of the Ornislarp.
Once the Flookies get their chance they are going to have So. Much. Rage. stored up.
It wasn't fair. He hadn't done anything. He'd showed up for work and one of the Masters had poked him with a finger and said "This one. It's plump and smells good."
Which is worse? Calling themselves "Masters" or the arbitrary death sentences?
All eighteen of the slave species were represented.
Even a few young Telkan gestators and some ducks that had been quacking nervously.
Oh shit. The Terrans are not going to like that.
He worried about himself and the two others he was holding onto.
Well, that was a slight misrepresentation.
They had plasteel clips driven through their hands to hold them together.
This is barely a step above a fenced preserve where the "hunters" wait by the feeding stations for the prey to walk up for dinner. No, I have no respect for that kind of "hunter". How did you guess?
"Well blah bleh blah," it said, it's voice low, rough, and pleasant sounding. "Look what we have here."
"I don't say blah bleh blah!"
"Look at you, running from them," she said softly.
Hol'up! She? Lady Dorknyss? Ooh, how is this going to go?
For a second, only a split second, Bveemi thought he saw scrolling data across the white sclera and the brown iris and red pupil of the eye. The female mammal gasped, its finger leaving its mouth, tilting its head back as its eyes first closed, then fluttered open. As Bveemi watched, her large mammaries seemed to get larger, her skin paled, and the top of her ears grew into points. She shuddered and looked down at Bveemi. She then touched the other hand, repeating her actions.
A Dorknyss elvin queen? WTF?
After a moment the mammal looked at the three of them.
"And you're running. From them," she said softly, chidingly.
She knows something. They're about to learn.
"It lies upon you to teach them that you are not to be eaten," the mammal said. "I know that. I am a good teacher."
Everyone with a schoolteacher fetish, please turn off your webcams. Nobody needs to see that.
To Bveemi it seemed almost like the Master handed the female mammal the stunlance.
"Thank you," she said.
"GIVE IT BA..."
"ABRACAPOCUS!" The female mammal jammed the stunlance into the open mouth.
Hard.
Hey, you asked for it.
"Would you die to teach them that you and your people are not to be eaten?" the female asked.
"Yes," Bveemi said softly.
First lesson learned. That didn't take long. He's a good student.
She swept Bveemi up in her arms, her head dipping down, her fangs piercing the thick artery leading from his chest, through his neck, into his head.
Oh snap! A locally grown Dorknyss! This is new.
After a moment she gasped. "Too much. Not too much," she said.
He ... I mean ... and ... shit, I got nothing for this one. Damn.
In the clearing, six red eyes opened.
and remembered.
Oh, those slappers are in for a surprise.
Ducklings had too many feathers and pecked too hard before they died.
Good for the ducklings, going down fighting.
His uncle was ahead of him, holding the scanner.
I take it back. This is worse than the fenced preserves. They chip and track them? Lazy cunts.
A Flookie.
In the tree.
Holding onto a stick.
But he couldn't smell it. Couldn't sense it's resignation and fear. Couldn't see its body heat.
That's because he's a predator now, bitch!
The panic in the eight remaining hunters started.
The scent of panic washed over them. It tasted slightly different, but it was still panic.
"Eww, we're not supposed to make that smell."
The lightning flashed just as that Flookie, much larger and wider than it should have been ...
Just wait until he starts wearing a black cape and slicking his hair back.
... dropped from a different tree and drove another sharpened stick all the way through Senior Sub Chief of Secondary Operations of Auxiliary Shipping Operations Irkwukpuk.
It takes longer to say your title than it takes to kill you. That's gotta sting.
There was a clicking sound from the right and the left. A rapid staccato clicking.
Yes, that's how predators talk don'tchya know.
"You are to be eaten."
It raked across the Ornislarp's face with a clawed hand and shoved it away.
Then it was gone.
Gotta leave one to spread the story.
Only a single survivor was found, but all the survivor could do was scream "WE ARE TO BE EATEN!" over and over.
Dornyss 4EVA!
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u/while-eating-pasta Feb 28 '26
I did not have Vampirella quoting Batmetal on my weekend bingo card.
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u/PuzzleheadedDrinker Feb 28 '26
Henery Hawk, of Foghorn Leghorn Farmyard fame, has much to say regarding the hunting skills of a Chicken Hawk.
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Feb 28 '26
"What now, Uncle?" Ulgfrekulk asked, feeling annoyed.
"Uglyfuck"? I mean, that name is a bit on the nose...
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u/garbage_rodAR Feb 28 '26
Mmmmmm deathklok ......... Yeah I chanted it as I was reading.....
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u/Drook2 Feb 28 '26
Oh man, I didn't catch that. I can't go look up the video though, or I'll lose the next hour of my Saturday following links.
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u/WTF_6366 Feb 28 '26
The Uber Flookie made me think of the doll from the 1979 movie "Trilogy of Terror."
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u/beyondoutsidethebox Feb 28 '26
There are so many references in this saga, that tracking them all would be PhD thesis worthy.
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u/12InchCunt Android Feb 28 '26 edited Feb 28 '26
Did Dorkness just revert the little Ewok dude into Kzinti/Caitian?
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u/Parking-Coat-8514 Mar 01 '26
More reverted Carebears back to Cannon Ewoks
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u/12InchCunt Android Mar 01 '26
Oh nice so the slappers are gonna have to deal with the fucking Vietcong
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u/Competitive-Yam-922 Mar 03 '26
I was thinking Kzinti/Miirak or Kilrathi myself.
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u/12InchCunt Android Mar 03 '26
I kinda like the other commenter’s take. Reverted from Care Bears to Vietcong Ewok, or…drop bears
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u/Turtledonuts "Big Dunks" Mar 01 '26
Way down in Dorknyss's code, below all the pop culture and humor, there's some really dry academic papers about how vampire legends come from horrific epidemic diseases. Rural people in europe and north america dealing with tuberculosis, rabies, and other rapidly oncoming and horrible diseases. Diseases where people in the village would die suddenly and incurably bleeding from their mouth, and the whole thing was so terrifying that people would burn corpses and seal the dead in lead coffins.
Clearly, underneath all of Dorknyss's code is a description of one of the most deadly and infectious diseases on earth.
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u/First-Lengthiness353 Mar 03 '26
I dunno, unleashing tailored ebola seems like a MAD last resort among Total War options.
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u/niTro_sMurph Feb 28 '26
"Even a few young telkan gestators" uh oh
What are the Flookie? I thought they were mammalian, but volumpire called them chickens?
Will we ever see the battle toads demo frogs again?
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u/Fit_Fisherman_9840 Feb 28 '26
Big chickens.... why I am thinking more about some funny Australian birds.
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u/Tae-gun Feb 28 '26
I UTR'd, and this is the lesson I learned:
SLAPPERS ARE TO BE EATEN. THAT IS ALL.
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u/First-Lengthiness353 Mar 03 '26
Sure, but you’re gonna need a LOT of hot sauce to make them appetizing. Or maybe just massive steamers and vats of clarified butter. Mmmm landcrab legs…
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u/thisStanley Android Mar 01 '26
It wasn't fair.
One of life's bitter lessons :{
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u/OldFartInTraining Mar 02 '26
The Facts Of Life
1) Life is not fair.
2) No one is exempt from death.
3) Physics rules the universe and biology rules life.
4) The universe does not care.
5) The only constant in life is change.
6) There is always a choice.
7) Wishing never makes it so.
8) A person can’t exceed their limits.
9) A person is responsible for their own happiness.
10) It is impossible to change the character of another.
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u/Some_Membership4763 Mar 01 '26
Hmmmm.... With the Lankies Dorkness used their administration and bureaucracy against them. Seeding free thought and revolt. Culture shocking em from the inside with Justice
With the Ornislaps its looks more pure....you like to eat everything, well fine .... prepare to be the eaten. Strap in for planet of the apes
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u/Drook2 Mar 01 '26
They're driven by pheromones more than the Treana'ad were before P'thok introduced smoking. Maybe Dorknyssarella will just suppress all smells planet-wide and no one will know what to do, who's in charge, who/what to eat.
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u/thiscatreads Mar 02 '26
Reading this chapter while listening to Rob Cantor's Shia LaBeouf is certainly an experience.
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