Young Avengers: AU, House of M Universe?
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tsaikoI'm transcribing out of my notebooks so I can finally get rid of some of them. Otherwise I'll cart these around forever. Today, I have transcribed a bit of Young Avengers AU. I think this was eventually going to be House of M, but I'm not 100% on that.
Dorrek the VIII, Emperor of the Skrull, hurt.
He wasn't use to hurting like this. It wasn't like Skrulls didn't feel pain. They did. It was just that with their advanced healing abilities, the pain didn't last more than a few minutes. Hours if the injuries were particularly bad. Pain for Skrulls was not this unending, ceaseless throb that rasped against nerves until they felt raw.
The problem was the restraints. Dorrek was pretty sure that they were blocking his healing abilities as well as his shapeshifting. It would certainly explain the pain. His temple was sticky with blood and a small pool - red-black in the light – had formed on the floor in front of him.
"The slave tried to escape," said a voice.
"Again?" Dorrek didn't need to look up to recognize the second voice. That could only be the slave trader that currently held him captive. There was no mistaking that nasal whine.
"Should we just kill him?" That got his attention. Dorrek forced himself to look up, ignoring the way the world tilted drunkenly. There two men speaking were nothing more than smeary blurs.
Despite that, Dorrek had no problem identifying their race. He'd encountered the Nanda before at a formal state function. The Nanda was the slave trader, and Dorrek thought his name might be something like K'tok. The other was a Siris. Dorrek had never seen one before, but there were that man alien races that looked like they had an octopus for a head.
"He is almost more trouble than he's worth." Ktok grabbed Dorrek's chin until he could look into his eyes. "Look at him. Drugged out of his mind. How much did Hefn give him?"
'Two doses," the Siris said. Its tentacles waved around as it spoke. Dorrek had to shut his eyes. The movement made him dizzy. "He is part Skrull."
Normally Skrull anatomy metabolized drugs at an accelerated rate. Of course, the restraints were preventing that from happening as well. Dorrek wondered if they'd upped the power on them again. After the first time he'd tried to escape, he'd upped the power to dampen his strength. They'd done it again after his second attempt, and yet again after his third. Which could explain why the drugs just seemed to be sitting in his system.
"I don't want to have to kill him," Ktok said. "Even with a discount, I paid way too much to Eri just to kill him. A half-Skrull with no family and the ability to shapeshift is a rare and valuable commodity."
The first time they'd drugged him, all the questions had been about his family. Even drugged, Dorrek had managed to keep secret that he was the Skrull Emperor. He'd been less successful at other aspects. Dorrek had thought that revealing the fact that his family was dead – well most of his family, his crazy aunt was unfortunately still around – would be inconsequential. He was wrong.
"Why are some of the Skrulls so protective of their half-breeds? It's not like they even consider them citizens."
Nobody knew that better than Dorrek. If his mother hadn't been the Princess Anelle, he would have been left to fend for himself. Even as the Emperor, Dorrek had to hide who his father was in case someone decided to use the law to try to force him off the throne. The first thing Dorrek was going to do when he got out of this situation was pass legislation granting full rights to all half-breeds, even if he had to literally shove the legislation down the Senators' throats to do it.
This could not be allowed to happen to any of his people again. And as long as it was known that the Skrull treated half-Skrull like second class citizens, it would happen.
Dorrek tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a wheeze. He sounded like a politician even drugged and enslaved. K'rt would be proud.
"Who knows why they are so protective?" Ktok wandered away from Dorrek to check something on a monitor. "Trying to understand the mind of a Skrull is like trying to navigate blind without a starchart."
Maybe he could outlaw the DNA tested used to find half-Skrulls? No. The DNA test wasn't really used inside the Skrull Empire. It was much simpler to just give a suspected half-Skrull a good knock to the head and see if they turned into something un-Skrull-like when they were knocked out.
No, the only people who benefited from the DNA tests were the slavers. They ran them because some planets required proof that the slaves they were importing were not from one of the protective races. Or from one of the more violent ones. Not that the paperwork or even the tests couldn't be faked, but it at least gave the illusion of legitimacy.
It had been nearly a decade since the Skrull had been involved in a war. Dorrek decided that his first act when he returned was to declare war on all slavers. The military always liked a good, pointless war. It would piss off most of their trading partners, but it would be extremely satisfying.
The sound of a door opening echoed in the room. Dorrek carefully opened his eyes. Things were beginning to look a little clearer, but he still couldn't really see who was standing in the doorway. "Ktok, the gentleman from Earth is back and asking about a sex slave. He will not take no for an answer. What should I do with him?"
"Humans." Ktok said the word like it left a foul taste in his mouth. "Dealing with them is like dealing with a R'zhan thunderbeast."
Suddenly, Ktok looked at Dorrek. He did not like the speculative look in the slave trader's eyes. "Maybe I can get rid of two problems at once. Hefn, tell the human I will see him. I think I might have the perfect slave for him."
One notebook down, about a dozen or so more to go. Maybe I'll fish out one of the HS or undergrad notebooks next.
Dorrek the VIII, Emperor of the Skrull, hurt.
He wasn't use to hurting like this. It wasn't like Skrulls didn't feel pain. They did. It was just that with their advanced healing abilities, the pain didn't last more than a few minutes. Hours if the injuries were particularly bad. Pain for Skrulls was not this unending, ceaseless throb that rasped against nerves until they felt raw.
The problem was the restraints. Dorrek was pretty sure that they were blocking his healing abilities as well as his shapeshifting. It would certainly explain the pain. His temple was sticky with blood and a small pool - red-black in the light – had formed on the floor in front of him.
"The slave tried to escape," said a voice.
"Again?" Dorrek didn't need to look up to recognize the second voice. That could only be the slave trader that currently held him captive. There was no mistaking that nasal whine.
"Should we just kill him?" That got his attention. Dorrek forced himself to look up, ignoring the way the world tilted drunkenly. There two men speaking were nothing more than smeary blurs.
Despite that, Dorrek had no problem identifying their race. He'd encountered the Nanda before at a formal state function. The Nanda was the slave trader, and Dorrek thought his name might be something like K'tok. The other was a Siris. Dorrek had never seen one before, but there were that man alien races that looked like they had an octopus for a head.
"He is almost more trouble than he's worth." Ktok grabbed Dorrek's chin until he could look into his eyes. "Look at him. Drugged out of his mind. How much did Hefn give him?"
'Two doses," the Siris said. Its tentacles waved around as it spoke. Dorrek had to shut his eyes. The movement made him dizzy. "He is part Skrull."
Normally Skrull anatomy metabolized drugs at an accelerated rate. Of course, the restraints were preventing that from happening as well. Dorrek wondered if they'd upped the power on them again. After the first time he'd tried to escape, he'd upped the power to dampen his strength. They'd done it again after his second attempt, and yet again after his third. Which could explain why the drugs just seemed to be sitting in his system.
"I don't want to have to kill him," Ktok said. "Even with a discount, I paid way too much to Eri just to kill him. A half-Skrull with no family and the ability to shapeshift is a rare and valuable commodity."
The first time they'd drugged him, all the questions had been about his family. Even drugged, Dorrek had managed to keep secret that he was the Skrull Emperor. He'd been less successful at other aspects. Dorrek had thought that revealing the fact that his family was dead – well most of his family, his crazy aunt was unfortunately still around – would be inconsequential. He was wrong.
"Why are some of the Skrulls so protective of their half-breeds? It's not like they even consider them citizens."
Nobody knew that better than Dorrek. If his mother hadn't been the Princess Anelle, he would have been left to fend for himself. Even as the Emperor, Dorrek had to hide who his father was in case someone decided to use the law to try to force him off the throne. The first thing Dorrek was going to do when he got out of this situation was pass legislation granting full rights to all half-breeds, even if he had to literally shove the legislation down the Senators' throats to do it.
This could not be allowed to happen to any of his people again. And as long as it was known that the Skrull treated half-Skrull like second class citizens, it would happen.
Dorrek tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a wheeze. He sounded like a politician even drugged and enslaved. K'rt would be proud.
"Who knows why they are so protective?" Ktok wandered away from Dorrek to check something on a monitor. "Trying to understand the mind of a Skrull is like trying to navigate blind without a starchart."
Maybe he could outlaw the DNA tested used to find half-Skrulls? No. The DNA test wasn't really used inside the Skrull Empire. It was much simpler to just give a suspected half-Skrull a good knock to the head and see if they turned into something un-Skrull-like when they were knocked out.
No, the only people who benefited from the DNA tests were the slavers. They ran them because some planets required proof that the slaves they were importing were not from one of the protective races. Or from one of the more violent ones. Not that the paperwork or even the tests couldn't be faked, but it at least gave the illusion of legitimacy.
It had been nearly a decade since the Skrull had been involved in a war. Dorrek decided that his first act when he returned was to declare war on all slavers. The military always liked a good, pointless war. It would piss off most of their trading partners, but it would be extremely satisfying.
The sound of a door opening echoed in the room. Dorrek carefully opened his eyes. Things were beginning to look a little clearer, but he still couldn't really see who was standing in the doorway. "Ktok, the gentleman from Earth is back and asking about a sex slave. He will not take no for an answer. What should I do with him?"
"Humans." Ktok said the word like it left a foul taste in his mouth. "Dealing with them is like dealing with a R'zhan thunderbeast."
Suddenly, Ktok looked at Dorrek. He did not like the speculative look in the slave trader's eyes. "Maybe I can get rid of two problems at once. Hefn, tell the human I will see him. I think I might have the perfect slave for him."
One notebook down, about a dozen or so more to go. Maybe I'll fish out one of the HS or undergrad notebooks next.
