deceptive_yogs
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Trott slips off The Yog Cargo ship late at night, thankfully there's an OceanFey awake and dive in to save him.
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- Part 2 of Yogs Steampunk AU
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OLD WORK - i am 'abandoning' this version, as am going to rewrite it (someday)
Rythian's on the run from the cult who raised him.
Where will he end up? And will he find real friends, Who will protect him till the end?Series
- Part 1 of Yogs Steampunk AU
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Things go wrong on Duncans mission, he hears and sees something bad.
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- Part 3 of TTT au one-shots
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Loosely based off ttt infection rounds.
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- Part 2 of TTT au one-shots
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Spiff gets hurt on a misson and Zoey takes care of him.
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- Part 1 of TTT au one-shots
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Pyrion leafs through the manila file left on his desk. Dust covers the pale folder. It’s wrinkled and tired. He sighs and starts skimming.
NAME: LEWIS ‘XEPHOS’ BRINDLEY
SERVICE NUMBER: 69451
YEARS OF SERVICE: 6 (2022-2028), CURRENTLY INACTIVE
RANK: GENERAL
AWARDS: RIBBON OF HONOURABLE SERVICE (2028)
HISTORY: Joined at 18. Trained under Sgt. Highway - covert operations, alien tactics. Served under Capt. Varadkar - classified operations. Served under General Bowler - South-East Asian Invasion. Sustained a bone fracture and other wounds. Took leave after squad members killed. Promoted to General. Permanent leave since 29-6-2028.
A photo sits on top of the page. Brindley scowls, eyes dark and brooding. Pyrion wonders how time has changed him. A scrap of paper covered in black pen falls out of the file.
Pyrion— make appointment with Brindley. Need to take him in— things don't look well. The other prospects fell through & we need someone to command these XCOM shits or else we'll have more than aliens to deal with. Call me after and we can talk options. Don't fuck up, Flax.
—Lane
Pyrion rubs his nose and gets to work.