Untitled - Intro
Pariing: OMC/OMC (will be S/J or S/M or both!)
Rating: PG-13, I don't think it will get any racier than that
Warnings: MPREG!!! and random OOCness
Archive: If I ever finish it, take it and worship it!
Disclaimer: Since being cancelled the crew has been hiding in my closet, but still I don't own them dammit!!!Summary: Alliance has their stick paws on more than just River's mind... They seek to be God, creating new life.
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Shiong mao niao: Panda piss
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Dirt and stink. That was what he would remember about that shit-hole of a planet. He found it disgusting that a Core planet would allow itself to become so Godforsaken. Leaning back in his bunk, he tried to recall the one beautiful thing about that planet. Skin came to mind. Particularly soft, pale skin.
Now that was a beautiful thought.
It was the only beautiful thing about that shiong mao niao planet. Too bad. The truth was he needed to get use to seeing glorified shit-holes, the further he got from the Core the uglier things were.
Sighing he tried to keep his mind occupied with thoughts of that beautiful skin, but the more he thought about it the more he lingered on the imperfection of the body. The imperfection had been hidden. He'd been fooled by it, thinking that this had been the one. Everything he had worked for would come to fruitation in that beautiful body. Imperfect was the only thought he had as he passively watched that beautiful body turn against itself. Even in death it had been beautiful.
Too bad.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small vile filled with a bright purple liquid. Slowly he brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
Beautiful, he thought. Beautiful...
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Screams could be heard throughout the building. In every room, cheaply painted walls were now coated in blood. In every room but one.
Inside the room a single man leaned over the rigid corpse of a young man. He poked and prodder the body without any hint of emotion. behind him another man entered the quiet room.
“He has two days on us,” the newcomer said.
“This one did not survive the change.”
“Like the others.”
The man stood up from the body as he spoke, “The closer he gets to the rim...”
“... the more desperate he becomes,” the other finished for him.
“He'll make mistakes. He hates dirt and the rim is filled with it.”
Nodding to the body the other said, “This one will be transported back.”
“We'll follow him. He must be brought in alive.”
“If he succeeds?”
“He won't”
Nothing more was said as the two men left the room. the building itself now lay in complete silence. Later, all anyone in the town would recall was the sight of two men with hands of blue.