*Hey So Uh, Since Im Barely Ever On This Blog - I Figured I Needed To Repurpose It. Ill Be Moving Cornelia

*Hey so uh, since I’m barely ever on this blog - I figured I needed to repurpose it. I’ll be moving Cornelia to a side-blog over the course of a little while, and remake the main blog into something else. I still love my little munchkin but the energy’s just not been into it and I want to try new things.*

*Be seeing you when I actually get to it*

5mind​:

“Well, yes. How else are we supposed to refer to an item?” replied the red android. It wasn’t like they thought poorly of the ship. If anything they were impressed by it. Obviously, so impressed that they want a lil peek at its inner workings even on a chemical level.

They did understand where the little green being was coming from. Sure, the machine enjoyed tinkering but maintenance tend to be tedious more often than not. Not to mention the need for parts at times.

“What.” Somehow the blue android managed to sound even flatter than she normally did. “We do not chew on them…we do not have mouths.”

“As nice as it would be,” continued Red. Chewing on metal did not sound appealing at all but being able to bite on things did. “Where are those spare bits from? What metals are they made from? Can we have some from wherever you came from?”

“We can even trade. If there is anything you require,” said the android in blue. Not that they themselves have much aside from the same junk one could probably find in the scrapyard they were in.  “ And if there is anything we wish to keep.”

There was a bit of a moment of silent disbelief as the two androids took what was originally a lazy quip more litterally than she could have expected, henceforth somewhat ruining the punchline of it. Krigg’s mouth opened and closed a few times without so much as a sputter, with her wide-eyed and looking almost vexed that her joke didn’t land before shaking it off with a grumbble.

“...Okay, you two are definitely AI-controlled.” She shot back, her tone somehow managing to emulate fairly well the flat monotone of the blue unit’s text-to-speech function, though with a hint more controlled annoyance. The little alien reached out to her face before slowly dragging her hands from her forehead to her chin, not caring about the somewhat exaggerated look it gave her. Only that it helped evacuate some stress.

And helped brace her for the fact she was talking to a being with a possibly limited grasp on the art of sarcasm.

“I don’t know what I have on the spare bin from the top of my head, but I can figure it out fairly quickly. Pretty sure I have a lot of heat-resistant ceramic panes, superconductor sheets... Just keep a lid on your expectations.” She nodded to herself knowingly, crossing her arms onto her chest. The offer of a trade though, did get her attention. “Though, I guess I could use some pre-stripped materials to feed into the fabricator machine. There’s a lot of specialist stuff in the bin, but I still need raw components like copper and junk. At least I wouldn’t have to trudge through garbage to find it.”

And to be honest, that was a neat positive of a nature to put a small smile back on her face.

“...Can I actually go back to look without one of you scratching at the paintjob while I have my back turned?” Ah- there was that familiar squint, back again.

stop stealing other people's ideas. that's not cool. no need to reply to this, won't read it.

Okay so, since this is the same shmuck sending the latter message, I'm just gonna' roll with it. The message itself is profoundly immature, and you definitely should own up to your habit of pestering people for doing something that hardly hurts anyone rather than being a chicken.

But it does kind of adress the elephant in the room that I probably should adress at some point in time. So, I'm actually going to talk about it : yes, Krigg's design is heavily based on a pre-existing thing. I'm not technically hiding it, even if I should overtly mention it, despite not really seeing the point.

Anyone with a smidge of knowledge about grungy cartoons from the Invader Zim era can quickly put the pieces together as for what's the big inspiration behind her design. I'm not claiming to have started the design trend for her. She did start her life as a fan-character for that show, but eventually moved past that stage as the original universe didn't quite fit. She kind of outgrew her original setting, as it were, so I decided to go and give her a new one.

And fan characters themselves are not stealing ideas as it were. A lot of people choose to use face claims from various shows to represent their own characters. They're absolutely not stealing either.

I did try my best to give her a couple extra defining features to lean away from the show's design, like sharpening her teeth and getting rid of the ol' PAK, but you can only do so much when you start from the basic shape of "Little green alien with big buggy eyes and antennae". It's going to look like something from Invader zim no matter what you put on top.

So, I decided not to care. If Krigg's going to become something of her own, it'll be through character work. Which might take a while, but I'm not, absolutely not, going to apologize for her design, or think I'm doing something wrong through it.

chancestander​:

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Rex seems to just be standing at the edge of a dock, watching the waves…

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-

For some obscure reason - at least for the time, a low underlying rumble had begun sounding off, somewhat ruining the serene, contemplative atmosphere.

GrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-

And it was getting louder.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-

And louder still, the grumble swelling into a distinctly mechanical roar interrupted on occasion by a screech of metal on metal, or a sputter, and shadowed by the sound of whistling air. The source of the cacophony soon made itself known as it passed overhead from the cosmic contendern, engines thundering.

A large spaceship. A red and gold spaceship, not too unlike what you’d see in the average saturday morning cartoon, albeit a little more sleek and advanced, with a myriad of thrusters belching out streams of blue energy at the back, distributed between a main body and two “wings” of sorts. One of which appeared to be missing a sizeable chunk of its bulk. The gaping wound in the hull where the tip was once attached sparking and trailing smog, and the ship’s whole weight was heavily leaning towards the damaged wing.

It tried to correct itself as best it could before touching the water, having been stuck on a slow, downards descent towards the ground. the nose of the spaceship tilted upwards right on time to avoid plunging under the waves. But with a loud POP, the damaged wing’s whole thruster array gave out, leaving it sluggishly hovering in place for a few seconds, before slowly tilting back towards the ocean, landing into the harbor with a massive splash.

Onlookers could have sworn they heard a loud scream just before the splash.

“FUCK!”

5mind​:

Red One perked up. Could’ve sworn their auditory sensors picked up something nearby. Of course, the pitch was a bit too high for them to properly detect. Huh, was this what humans meant when they said their ears rang? 

Blue Two’s sensors did not pick that up. So Fivemind just filed it away as something to look into during their next maintenance check.

The furious outburst that came next, however, both units definitely heard. With an unnerving synchroneity, both androids turn to face the newcomer. Huh, that was weird. There was no one- 

Oh. 

There was someone. A very short someone. Two visors turned down to look at her. 

“What did you just call me….us..?” Red One tilted their head. “That is not who we are, little one.” 

Blue One resumes scanning the ship visually but has ceased poking at it with her pedestrian light. Instead she has opened a small compartment on her thigh out of which she pulled out a screwdriver. 

The possibility of the metal being alien meant that it would be best to take a sample, no matter how small. 

While very much wound up like a grandfather clock, even Krigg couldn’t help but stutter a little in her stiff-legged, purposeful marching advance towards the robotic entities as they turned to face her as one. It didn’t feel like something that an exosuit would do, organic twitch reflex wasn’t that precise.

Remote drones sounded more likely. The small alien took a small, cautious step back, one hand twitching hard towards one of her collapsed plasma pistols tucked under her coat, wary of some form of automated defense system kicking in in response to the holler. The drones’ responses though... weren’t that.

They were to look down, and correct her bellow of anger with some choice... ways to call her.

Little one. LITTLE ONE. Krigg’s translator helpfully supplied that the subtext of the designation, while very much adequate on surface level, was usually geared towards children.

The small extraterrestrial’s lower eyelid twitched, and her back stiffened, chest puffing out and antennae perking up on her head in hopes of making herself look more noticeable. Which worked as well as it usually did when facing down something twice her size. Not-not a whole lot.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t poking at, y’know, my freshly repainted livelihood, mode of transportation, and HOUSE with a pointed, probably rusty metal pole, I would have been bothered to find a correct designation for you lot!” Krigg hissed, levelling a stern glare at the red drone, the one which had decided to adress her in the first place.

“So, kindly vamoose your caboose AWAY from my ship, because it’s not good for the scrapyard-”

Something moving just behind her visual point of focus caught her eye, the faint star-shaped reflection of her pupils shifting just enough to look at the blue drone, which had returned to its own occupations, and pulled from a compartment on its hip a metal tool with a handle attached to a flat-ended metal tube.

“...What’re you trying to do with that?” Her tone felt distracted, a little far away. Not yet aware of the possible disaster about to unfold.

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Space was an incredibly vast concept.

Functionally, it was a whole lot of empty NOTHING, filled with rocks and bits of rare elements floating about. Pockets of somewhat interesting things were few and inconcievably far in-between.

...And yet, paradoxically, that’s how Krigg found herself always back at her own little cobbled map of the galaxy, writing away in the vast margins of empty space, blotting out large swathes of the known world in a red overlay that her personnal color chart coded as “no-go zone”.

Because as soon as a race, ANY race, became space-faring, they usually worked to make the distance mean a whole lot less by any means necessary. Auspex arrays, deep space scans - freakin’ space bridges, to name a couple. Once there was danger in one concentrated point, it spread as far as their metaphorical eyes and ears could percieve, because their hands would soon follow that reach.

If being a free flying element with no allegiances other than her own had taught Krigg anything, it was that knowing which places to skirt carefully, or cross at one’s own peril, was the best way not to be caught with your pants down.

And as far as she could tell, Cybertronian space was one of those hard no-go zones. She didn’t know that much about them - most other sapients observed them from a stone throw away, and what they did have were spotty reports on a lenghty history of internal conflicts, making colonies almost exclusively for mining purposes, and a STRONG distaste for organic life.

Ah, and them being giant autonomous technological life forms. That was pretty important.

Didn’t stop them from occasionally puttering off away from their usual stomping grounds for whatever reason, though. Krigg would’ve lied if she said she wasn’t *slightly* curious about the sporadic change of habits, but she wasn’t going to risk her behind for it. Which was why she was sitting in complete engine darkness, her Revenger dead as a rock to scans and signals, filtering through distant radio chatter to jot down new travel routes to keep away from.