Kingdark

Until I've caught up a little, I will post two chapters per day. Well, technically it's one chapter per day, but since ten thousand words is considered to be too long by some people, five thousand is my compromise. Sometimes it'll be a little longer, sometimes it'll be a bit shorter. I'm also experimenting a little, with the scene switching. An X in the middle is an indicator of a switch change or that something hat happened. Again, sometimes I can get carried away. If you see or notice inconsistencies, you'd be doing me a favor to point them out. The same with spelling and grammar. I need you to be as picky as you possibly can, that's the only way I can improve. This is a hint towards this and later chapters, but sometimes, Dusty can be wrong when he makes certain assumptions. I'm not going to specify too much, but just keep that in mind. OH! And the people who recognize the references to other fandom(s) made in the previous post, this post and future posts gets to ask me a) an exclusive question or b) gets to make a request for something specific c) or something else. Finally, I'm going to keep mentioning this the first couple of times, but you need to have at least some passing knowledge of TES lore and you have to know the basics of Starfield. "bla blah" is regular dialogue "I'm thinking." this is private thoughts. 'System is responding.' This is the response of System. Chapter one part two The Frontier, main habitat (kitchen area) There was a moment of awkwardness, where nobody knew exactly what to say, but I shrugged it off and I twisted the seal for my helmet. The helmet beeped and I gave the authorization password, which caused the helmet to hiss, which was then followed by a click. I took a deep breath an then pulled the helmet over my head, revealing my face, not just to Lin but to Barrett as well. After that, I pulled the helmet over my head, revealing my youthful face and for a moment, I couldn’t help but enjoy the shocked expression from Barrett in particular. “You’re a kit Khajiit!” Barrett exclaimed. “Say that again, I dare you.” I growled with narrowed eyes. “…But it’s true?!” The man said helplessly. “I got turned sometime in the third era. Don’t remember when exactly. Don’t remember how old I was when I got turned either. But let me tell you something. I wasn’t a child when I got turned, which means I’m not a child now. So, please, if you don’t want me to punch you, do not refer to me by that name, ever again. Have I made myself perfectly clear?" “Y-yes.” Barrett muttered. “Good.” I said with a nod. “Dusty, is it all right, if I asked a question?” Lin asked carefully. I sighed. “Do I have a choice?” I asked rhetorically. “Fine. Ask your questions.” “Barrett was right, when he referred to you as a kit. Khajiit aren’t considered adults until they’re well into their twenties and you don’t look a day over twenty.” “A kit is a helpless child. A kit is a baby. A toddler. If any of my parents or family were still alive, they could occasionally refer to me as their kit, since it would’ve been true, but strangers would never have referred to me by that name, because it is offensive on a deep level.” I explained. “What are you talking about when you said you got turned? I’m so confused.” Barrett admitted. “I’m a vampire.” I said with a shrug. “Oh my… The things you must have seen…” Barrett whispered. “You have got to join constellation now! Our entire organization is about preserving history and to gather as much information as possible about magic and alchemy, just to give two examples." “I see. So, you want to ask me about the Khajiit genocide then, too, I assume? It’s part of their history, but they love to pretend it never happened.” “Why haven’t you reported to…” Barrett began to say, but the man was honestly starting to get on my nerves. “What? Get myself registered, maybe wank a couple of times in a cup, so they can use my spunk it to impregnate random Khajiit women? Get myself a nice golden cage, where I’m not allowed to leave for my own safety?” “I should never have told you.” I said flatly. “If my undead nature wasn’t enough of a reason, the fact you even suggested I get myself registered to become a damn breeding tomcat, says a lot about you.” “That’s not what I meant!” Barrett said quickly. “Is it really that bad?” Lin asked. “Lin, I did not exaggerate earlier. My people are essentially locked up in golden cages for their own safety and this has been a thing for two hundred years. Their population has grown a little, but is still not big enough to be allowed to live on their own. There isn’t a single Khajiit left, aside from myself, who remembers part of my people’s culture.” “The Khajiit aren’t Khajiit anymore, they’re high elves with a fur instead of skin.” I force myself to inhale deeply, before letting it escape very slowly. “Sorry, but talking or even thinking about it, still upsets me, so let’s agree to stop talking about this. Okay? Good. Glad you agreed.” “I don’t think anyone at the lodge would have a problem with you being a vampire. But technically, they’re legally obliged to report you.” Barrett said slowly. “Then I’ll ask them nicely, not to, okay?” I said flatly. “Besides, even if they do, they don’t have the legal right to keep me against my wishes.” “Okay, so is your undead nature and your race the only reason, or is there something else?” Barrett asked. “Not that I can think off." I said after a moment. “Well then, I’m off to get drunk. Safe travels. Lin, Let’s go, I’m sure you need a drink as well.” Both of them wave at me and then they left the ship. Shrugging, I walked towards the pilot chair and sat down into it. I pulled the controls closer to me and adjusted it so that I could reach everything properly. I then checked every display and noted that everything was green. Flicking a switch, I connected the com to the local communication network. “Frontier to Argo base. I’m about to leave, please verify that all personnel is accounted for.” “Argo base to Frontier, all personnel has reported to stations. You are free to launch.” Nodding to myself, I flicked another switch, that would enable a siren outside. It would alert everyone that the ship was about to leave and if they didn’t want to be barbequed, then they would have to leave the area immediately. “Sensors are reporting all clear, captain. You are free to launch.” Vasco said over the intercom. Freestar collective space (FCS) – Narion system – orbit of Vectera. “Orbit achieved, captain. All systems are green, we are free to jump to the Alpha Centauri system to planet Jemison whenever you feel like it.” Nodding to myself, I accessed the star map and told the computer where I wanted to go. ‘With current power allocated, it will take five minutes for the drive to spin up and leave.’ It told me. I was fine with that. This ship was vintage and I didn’t want to push it too much. Still, I was prepared to transfer all available power to the system, if we had any unwanted visitors. “Frontier to base, everything is calm with no hostiles in sight. I’m about to leave in…” I double checked the counter. “In t-minus three minutes.” “Acknowledged Frontier. Barrett just wanted me to remind you, that you should pick up the satellite first. Those things are expensive.” “…What satellite? Only thing I have on sensors is scrap.” I said honestly. “Captain, a ship has just jumped in and sensors have identified Crimson Fleet markings.” Growling, I transferred power out of the jump system and back into the weapon systems. The timer slowed down and then remained stuck at twenty seconds. “Frontier to Crimson Fleet vessel. If you think I’m easy pickings, think again. Jump out or be destroyed.” “You’re not Barrett!” The pilot from the other vessel exclaimed. “I’m afraid that Barrett is no longer around.” I said vaguely. “That just means you’re easier pickings! Shut down your engines and prepare to be boarded!” Instead of complying, I just opened fire. Whoever was behind the pilot chair hadn’t even notice that I had managed to get a target lock. The shields of the enemy ship dropped like a rock and since I had targeted its engines, it came to a stop not even two minutes later. It was dead in the water. I then took my time targeting its weapon systems. By the time I was done, the only thing that was still operational, was its life support systems. “What was that about being an easy target?” I taunted over the radio. “I surrender, please don’t destroy my ship.” “That’s what I thought you’d say.” I muttered under my breath. “Captain, two new vessels have jumped in. They too carry Crimson Fleet markings.” I didn’t bother trying to communicate with them this time. Trying to talk to them to get a target lock was unlikely to work again, but even if it did, they outnumbered me, so the first barrage would cause the other one to open fire immediately. I opened fire on the first vessel and I managed take out its shields with the first barrage. The pilot obviously wanted to get some distance between me and him, because the ship’s booster engines kicked in, though I was close on its tail. This time, I did not target any specific part of the ship, but just kept firing until the ship was destroyed in a glorious explosion. Looking at my own shields, I swore when they had gone down to twenty percent. This time, it was me that boosted my engines to get some distance between myself and the remaining mobile ship. My ship’s shield was ticking up very slowly, but the enemy was close on my tail, so I decided that I would have to abandon that strategy immediately, or it would be my ship that would be destroyed. Instead of boosting, I made it seem as if I had engine problems. The ship behind me stopped firing, since they apparently wanted my ship intact. The pursuing ship past me by, and then I kicked it back to full throttle and opened fire on the ship once more. I was close on its tail and did not stop firing until it went up in a glorious fireball. Turning the ship around, I looked on my sensors, looking for the ship I had disabled earlier, only for it to jump out. “Damn it! I thought I had disabled it’s jump drive!” “Captain,” Vasco said, “it appears the enemy ship has managed to flee to the local moon of Kreet. Sensors show that there’s an abandoned base there and it’s likely that the pirates have taken it over for their own purposes.” “You don’t say?” I said sarcastically. “You could, in theory, jump out, but if the pirates have enough time, they may decide to do another raid and this time, they may do a proper assault instead of a raid.” I glanced to my monitor again, the drive system was still at twenty seconds. Sighing, I hit the abort button, causing the gathered energy to disperse harmlessly. “Frontier to base. I just dealt with a pirate attack. Two pirate vessels destroyed, one managed to flee to a nearby moon. I’m going to pursue and… Eliminate any pirate presence so they won’t come looking for trouble later.” “Don’t worry Frontier, we can handle a pirate attack.” It wasn’t Lin or Barrett who replied this time. That was fine. They were probably getting drunk. “Acknowledged. Just stay on your guard. Pirates don’t like it when their prey tries to fight back, or worse yet, when it succeeds.” “Wilco.” “Vasco, take over navigation systems and get us to Kreet. Use normal navigation.” “That would mean we will arrive in one hour, captain.” The robot pointed out. “That’s fine. It’ll make them think we lost track of them. In the meantime, I need a shower.” “Captain, it is unwise to be away from the pilot chair, in case of any additional reinforcements. I am capable of controlling the ship, but I do not have the software for ship to ship combat.” Irritatingly enough, I realized that it had a point. X Back into the pilot’s chair, I used a miniature jump to get us to Kreet instantly. You weren’t supposed to do that, because there were cases of ships doing so and never appearing at their destination. Just like the pirate ship that had attacked the miner base, we came in hot, which meant they knew I was coming. “Vasco. Stay here and secure the ship. If you’re discovered, then relocate.” “As you wish, captain. Are you sure you don’t wish me to watch your back though?” “I’m sure. I move faster on my own and let’s be honest, subtle, you are not." Freestar Collective space (FCS) - Narion system - Moon of Kreet – abandoned Kreet research lab As I approached the base, there was nobody around, which was odd, because pirates always had a couple of guys playing guard. Anyone unlucky enough to be seen by them, was either killed or captured. “Maybe they’re trying to convince me that I’ve got the wrong place, or it really is abandoned?” I thought absently. Then I noticed the blood, gore and a partly eaten fresh corpse, and I rapidly changed my mind. “Or maybe the facility was abandoned for a reason?” I thought abruptly. Before, I hadn’t really taken this adventure seriously, but that had changed. “Come to think of it, WHY did I not take it seriously?” I asked myself. It was true that I had several advantages that other people didn’t have. I was a vampire which was rare by itself. I was old. Probably one of the oldest vampires who had ever existed in the entirety of their existence. I had mastered forms of magics people didn’t even remember, let alone knew that it was possible to do. But even with all those advantages, I still should’ve taken this seriously. Inclining my head to the anonymous corpse, I approached it, and with just a touch, I ignited it. It burned itself out to ash in seconds, not leaving bones or any evidence that there had been anything there. What I had done couldn’t be used in combat, but it was useful for intimidation purposes. More importantly though, whoever the corpse had been in life, it had helped him come to a realization in death. He’d grown arrogant and hadn’t even realized it. As I approached the facility, I cloaked myself in my magic, removing myself from the visible spectrum. Or in other terms, I made myself invisible to the naked eye. After that, I activated the enchantments on my spacesuit, which made it even harder to detect me. The Mantis had become a thing to be feared, because he had been capable of clearing out an entire base, without a single shot being fired. I approached the facility, leaving no footprints, and taking extra care to watch for sensors and camera’s. Unfortunately, if there were any, I was unable to spot them. Which, I supposed, was the point. Entering the facility was child’s play since it wasn’t guarded at all. Junk was scattered all over the place, but the previous owners of the base had done a good job taking everything of value. Computer consoles remained dark and upon investigating, the internal hardware had been gutted. What was left wouldn’t even be worth anything as scrap. I tapped my arm, which caused a panel to open. Revealing a small display, but it was enough for my purposes. Botting up its computer and my very own custom written hacking software, took no more than five seconds. It scanned for any open networks and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the obvious trap. ‘Armageddon pirate network’ “open” The pirates were using an unsecured network which could mean one of two things. They were hilariously incompetent or they were using it as a double bluff. Not that it would matter. I had studied digital security ever since it first became a thing and that meant I knew what I was doing. Five minutes later, did I have my answer. These pirates were hilariously incompetent. I was able to listen in to their communications, which told me that the leader wasn’t a REAL Crimson Fleet captain, but instead, was trying to impress one. Back, when I was just getting started as the Mantis, I had infiltrated the organization so I could try and found out, just how ‘bad’ they really were. You know the expression about how good intentions can lead to hell? Well, it turns out that the Crimson Fleet was a good example of that. Point being, that I know how their politics work. Whoever these morons were, they chose to do this and they would be given zero mercy. Nodding to myself, I moved swiftly, checking every room and making sure nobody could alert anyone. Two pirates were chatting and eating in what had once been the cafeteria. They died without knowing I was there. I checked and looted their bodies and then put another two rounds in their heads, each, before I moved on. Shrugging, I continued, deeper into the facility, until I overheard what was clearly a recording. “…The Terrormorph is loose! I repeat, the Terrormoph is loose, do not engage!” “They studied Terrormorphs here?” I asked myself in disbelief. No wonder they had torn out the computers, leaving no records behind. If anyone could find some kind of evidence, then whoever was responsible was screwed. “All right, as unlikely as it is, the Terrormorph might still be around. That means, I’m going to kill every single being around and then I’ll GTFO.” Eventually, I had cleared the entire facility, had looted anything and everything I thought might be worth something before I finally moved to the roof. As soon as I entered the roof, I could see the captain being flanked by several of his minions. I didn’t bother with conversation, I just opened fire. Two of the bodyguards died instantly. One by one, did the guards die, until the only one who was left was the captain. “Hey! Cease fire! I wanna talk! Cease Fi-urghk” Bang! Bang! Bang! Three more rounds did I put in the guy’s head. Bang! Bang! Bang! -click And then I emptied my clip for good measure. Walking around, I walked to every corpse, looted it, leaving them naked, dragged them over each other and positioned them in embarrassing positions. After that, I left several insulting messages questioning the competence of the Crimson Fleet in general and basically daring them to come find me. I finished it off with my signature, before I finally moved on. ‘The only good pirate, is a dead pirate.’ It was the message the Mantis left, every time he had cleared out a pirate base. Would anyone come looking? Probably not. But if they did, then the message might be reported all the way up to whoever was leading them right now. Freestar Collective space (FCS) - Narion system - Orbit of Kreet “Jumping in five… Four… Three.. Two… one… Mark.” The world twisted and turned and then we had moved fifteen point nine lightyears in less than a second. “Attention, Frontier, you have arrived in UC space. Maintain your current course and prepare to be scanned.” I knew that this was a routine message, so I slowed down and waited patiently for the UC military ship to give me the green light. “Scan complete. Welcome to new Atlantis." United Colony Space (UCS) – Alpha Centauri system – (planet) Jemison – New Atlantis – spaceport. After touching down, I finally allowed myself to relax. “Captain, we should head to the Lodge immediately.” “After my shower. I doubt the people in the lodge will appreciate it, if I appear to them like this. You may inform them that I have arrived and that I’m taking a shower and cleaning up my armor first. If they got a problem with that, they can come and pick up the item themselves. “Are you ready to venture out, captain?” Vasco queried. “Let’s go. Lead the way, because it’s been awhile since I last visited. Vasco did not reply and instead started walking. I followed it, and it started to act like damn tour robot. I wasn’t entirely sure where the lodge was at, but that doesn’t mean I can’t recognize it, when the thing is taking me the long way around. Eventually, we arrived at where the lodge was at, and Vasco opened the door for me, gesturing to walk inside. For a moment, I hesitate, almost suspecting a trap. Steeling myself, I ready myself for anything. There’s no reason for me to trust these people and there’s no reason for them to trust me either. As I entered into the hallway, I noticed that it was very fancy. There was a wooden staircase to my right leading up and towards a closed door. My suits sensors informed me that it was locked and would only open if I had the right key. Vasco had already opened the double doors and was waiting for me to follow. As soon as I stepped in, I felt threatened. No, I corrected myself. Not threatened. Watched. Watched and warned not to cause trouble. Or else. Looking around, I identified the source of my discomfort immediately. Right there, were nine statues of the divine. “It appears we have a visitor.” The guy in the back said. “My name is Sarah and I’m the closest thing to a leader constellation has. It seems that there’s a lot to talk about.” “You don’t say?” I said sarcastically. I just couldn’t help myself. Something about that woman rubbed me the wrong way. “I swear, if it turns out she’s a werewolf…” “First and foremost I, and by I, I mean we, would like to know what happened to our friend and why he isn’t right there, annoying the rest of us.” “Do you want the long version or the short version?” I ask her casually. I held up the item I was paid to transport in her face as proof I was here for a reason. “Why don’t you start with the short version?” Sarah suggested. “Let’s see…” I said slowly, then I began to hold my two hands, and removed a finger for every point I made. “I found the item, I passed out, eventually met your buddy, Barret and then we got attacked by pirates.” Five fingers gone, one hand left. “We killed the pirates who attacked, then Barret then convinced me to transport the item, because he thought the pirates might try to attack a second time. I eventually agreed, we got attacked in orbit by pirates, I killed said pirates, pursued them on a nearby moon, slaughtered the whole bunch, looted all of them and left a bunch of insulting messages and I left the corpses in compromising positions.” “Vasco dear, would you please verify his… Statements?” “All statements made are factual as is indeed the short version.” Vasco said. “That’s just typical,” an older man complained. “Barret goes out to pick our item up, then he decides to stay behind, despite our instructions not to do that and then he hands it over to some random employee with that discount mining group he likes to use.” “Shouldn’t you have been dropped in the retirement home, old geezer? Nobody likes to hear you whine and complain, so why don’t you do all of us a favour and shut your mouth, hmm?” I ask casually. That’s two people I got an immediate dislike for. “Excuse me?” The man exclaimed. “Sorry, apology not accepted.” “Walter, could you please not insult the heavily armed man?” Sarah asked casually. I frowned at the tone the woman used. Somehow, I didn’t think that my weapons would make much of a difference. “Oh, you know I’m right!” The man, Walter snapped back. “If we hadn’t insisted on those emergency protocols, then who knows how far this guy would be right now.” “He does have a point.” I admitted. And he really did. The Frontier was worth a small fortune is sold to the right buyer. “What?” Walter exclaimed. “Wait, what did you just say?” “Did he really just say what I think he did?” “Are you really, seriously telling me, that none of you have any idea, just how much the Frontier might be worth?” I asked in disbelief. “No? Nobody? The Frontier is built by a company, which has gone bankrupt. The ship model is still patented which means it can’t be reverse engineered, not that anyone would want to reverse engineer it, because it’s technology is so damn old. It’s hard to believe it was once state of the art.” Shaking my head, I continue. “The Frontier is in excellent shape and it has still many of its original parts, which is a miracle in and by itself. If it was sold to the right buyer, you could earn enough credits to see your great grandchildren live in comfort.” I paused, waiting a few seconds to see if anyone was going to reply, but judging by their expressions, they were still processing. Shrugging, I continued, “But obviously, I didn’t do that. I’m here, with the item I was paid to deliver.” “Well then,” Sarah muttered, “why don’t you do the honours then and drop the item next to the other ones over there?" Shrugging, I picked the item up and deposited it with the others, taking care not to touch them, because if one could give me my heartbeat back, I don’t want to know what the others might do to me. I placed the item on the table and then retreated a couple of steps. Since these people clearly expected something to happened, I was ready with my sensors to observe anything that might be happen. It happened slowly, but the pieces seemed to separate and then they began to float, circling each other in a specific direction that couldn’t be anything but deliberate. “Fascinating.” The word slipped out and I couldn’t help myself. “Well then, it seems that perhaps you’re a right fit for us after all, if this caught your interest.” “Barret asked me to give you an honest chance to convince me to join you. Didn’t give me many details either. Go on then, make your pitch.” I said. “First,” the guy from earlier interrupted, “I think we should address something else, like your undead nature?” “Matteo, I don’t think him being a vampire, is what is important right now.” Sarah said, obviously trying to prevent a confrontation. “You a Arkay priest, boy?” I asked casually. “Yes. What about it?” “Then let me do you do the honour of a lesson that might save your life someday. I continued to walk deeper into the room, the feeling of being watched intensified, until abruptly, it changed from hostility to being welcoming. I grinned. Perfect. “Akatosh, the dragon of time.” I said, touching the first statue and bowing lightly. Moving on, I walked towards the second statue. “Dibella, goddess of beauty and art.” Once more, I continued walking, touching each and every statue, giving it a light bow before moving on. “Finally, we come to the heart of my lesson.” Reaching out, to touch the final statue, which was the statue of Arkay, Sarah grabbed my hand, stopping it from touching it. “That goddess is against the undead, it would be unwise to touch it.” “Me and Arkay go way back.” I said and then, ignoring her, I touched the statue and bowed lightly. Unlike the other statues, this one glowed bright white, before it settled down. “Hello to you too, lovely.” I thought to myself. “You… You’re still…” “Alive?” I asked him. The words being more than a little ironic. “How is that…” Matteo began to say, but I interrupted again, finishing his sentence. “possible?” I asked for him. “Arkay does hold a grudge against vampires and undead in general. But she knows the difference between the stereotype vampire and those just trying to live their lives.” “So, what, you’re an innocent little angel?” Matteo asked sarcastically. “Oh, no.” I assured him. “I’ve killed a lot of people. It’s just that the vast majority of them, deserved it. It also helps that I completed several quests for her, her own champions couldn’t handle.” “Now, do you know the lesson I was trying to teach?” I asked him. “…Don’t judge someone by their cover?” Matteo asked. “No.” I answered, then I paused. “Well, yes, that too. But there’s another reason why she tolerates me.” “And what’s that?" Matteo asked. “I’m stronger than she is.” I said, giving him a wide grin. “The gods, require worship to fuel their power and the worship of the nine has been declining for centuries. Vampires on the other hand, never stop growing in strength and I am the oldest vampire to exist in this day and age.” “Are you saying you’re stronger than a god?” Matteo asked in disbelief. “Nope. Even in their weakened state, any of them could crush me like a bug. Actually, it would be less than that, I would be less than the bug, it wouldn’t even take them any conscious effort to kill my ass.” “Then?” Matteo prompted. “I’m basically their go-to guy when they need something done. Their connection with their priests has become so weak, that the best they can do are dreams and vague impressions. One theory is that I’m one of their biggest sources of worship income.” “Really?” Matteo asked. “Yup.” I agreed. It was all a lie of course. I had no idea why they tolerated me. The gods really were weakened compared to the power they had, when I first got turned, back in the third era. They had never seen fit to answer me. They had asked me to go here and there, and I had done so when I felt like it, but as far as I could tell, they had never rewarded me for it. X There's nothing like a carefully phrase bluff to seem more powerful than you actually are... To Be Continued sometime tomorrow. (my time)

I am going to edit it in the story, but it's best if I decide and then stick with it, instead of changing my mind. I was just throwing out some idea's for some feedback. it says in the story that Dusty can stay in the sun several hours. But I'm going to adjust that so it reflects what I said about a sun on a cloudless sky = instant death or lose enough to it a sun on a clouded sun = like extreme alergy and a sun on a heavily clouded day = GTFO the sun, but you survive with high degree burns And that's direct exposure. I agree that it makes sense that a sealed suit should protect you against the sun. The way Starfield currently does it, doesn't make much sense. You can survive in vacuum, but you get hit by penalties, because it's cold? Like really?

Dusty is in fact not immune to the sun. It'll take longer to burn him to ash, certainly, but I remember this movie, can't remember the name, some dracula rip-off maybe? i remember this guy with dark sunglasses? (black too?) Anyway, a bunch of vampires dressed up in black motorsuits with not one bit of skin shown and black helmets to protect them against the sun. My point is that Dusty is doing the same here. He uses his spacesuit to protect himself against the sun. I probably should clarify that... 🤔 after edit: And I don't think I stated outright Dusty is immune to the sun, did I? Because that's not what I meant to convey. Update after the update. I really am an idiot. I did check everything when checking for typos, but I also skimmed it and don't know how, but must have missed it. To clarify for anyone reading, yes Dusty is resistant against the sun, but he isn't immune. As a matter of fact, I should probably reduce that 'several hours' to something less OP. I'm going to be editing that here and in my main document, to make it... Oh, I haven't decided yet. Any suggestions on that? Maybe direct sun still kills him, but he can survive cloudy weather?

That's a good point. Too late to change it, but I was actually thinking of Angel from Buffy the vampire slayer. (totally different vampire I know) but in my headcanon, vampires don't breathe, they don't have a beating heart. It's been awhile since i played Skyrim, but as as a vampire, can you stay underwater indefinitely or do you have 'air?'

Edited on 20/10/2023 I have crossposted this story on ao3 (archive of our own) for those who wish to read it without interuptions of other posts. You will need an account to comment / register though, so nothing new. Here's the link. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50981704 XX So, I just decided to throw it online and see what people think. The part I'm posting, is only a small part of it. I tend to like long chapters, which for me, is at least ten thousand words. But posting such a large chapter makes for a lot of work, ensuring the format remains readable and I know there are people who don't like it. So instead, I've cut it down to half size, so approximately five thousand words. Now, I have a tendency of repeating things I think are important in story. It's a fault I'm trying to improve upon. Also, sometimes when i write something, I get so in the flow, that I sometimes disagree with myself. So, I might say that the sky is blue, but then I might say it was red. So, if you notice an inconsistency like that, please point it out for me. You should also know that English is not my first language. I d'like to think I'm good at it, but sometimes, things that are obvious to you, person in America, or person who lives in an English country, are not obvious to me. I've reviewed this chapter several times, so it shouldn't have any typo's, but I'm not perfect so I might have missed a few. Also, it's possible I may have missed a double quotation mark somewhere in my dialogue or that there is a double quotation mark that doesn't belong. If you notice such a thing, I ask you to point it out. This IS an abdl story, I would say that there's still plenty of action. So, diapers, regression, bottles etcetera are still 'a thing' and they DO play a role, but they aren't the FOCUS if that makes sense? And finally (yes really) while Dusty may seem OP (overpowered) please know that he isn't. Yes, I've given him some powerful advantages, but there's a quote that comes to mind. You don't bring a knife to a gun fight. Basically, I mean that Dusty CAN be countered. Please enjoy! Chapter one part one “You’re…” Supervisor Lin exclaimed… “A vampire. Yes.” I confirmed. “Incidentally, you also broke my contract by removing my helmet, which means you’ll be paying me out and I’ll be leaving with the first available transport of this damn rock.” Supervisor Lin gaped at that statement but then seemed to shake of her shock. She opened her mouth to give me some rebuke or another, but I just gave her a data slate that would stop any foolish idea she may be having. Supervisor Lin accepted the data slate, and after a few moments, she dropped it on the nearby table. I shrugged, not caring about her reaction and simply picked it back up, and deposited it back into my suits inventory. “How did you even-” she began to ask. “No. I will not be answering any more-” I paused when Lin tapped her ear, enabling the implant that allowed her to connect to the mining outposts’ wireless communications. “Sensors have detected the Frontier, that’s my contact’s ship appearing in orbit.” “Your point?” I asked coolly. “I removed your helmet out of concern for your health. The contract allows for that much. I’m also the only one in the room.” She paused. “If you wish to terminate your contract, you can do so, but I will not paying you the full amount, since it’s you who would be breaking the contract.” Another pause. “But if you agree to accompany me to drop off the item, then I’ll do my best to convince Barrett to let you join him and he’ll drop you off wherever he’s going.” “Out of curiosity, why won’t you give it to him?” I asked. “Because I’m not touching that thing if it caused a…” Supervisor Lin cut herself off. “When it made you pass out. That’s not normal.” “Since I’ve been hugging the damn thing to my chest like a damn teddy bear, it’s clear that it’s not doing anything else. But all right, I can do that much at least.” I said after a few moments. “And just to clarify, my nature is restricted information. Nobody needs to know.” “Nobody needs to know.” Supervisor Lin agreed. I grinned, being alone with a Vampire without a helmet or anyone knowing the truth? I could do so much with that. Unfortunately, my personal code of honor wouldn’t let me, so I just made sure she wouldn’t talk instead. “Hang on, did you say earlier that you were going to tell me,” “Yes, I was going to give you the data slate after today’s shift. I do require a special diet and I prefer it fresh.” Seeing her startled look, I clarified that point immediately after. “I also only deal in volunteers. I still have enough in storage to last me at least another week.” “Are you implying you want me to,” I rolled my eyes. “Look, Lin, we both know that in gigs like this, secrets rarely stay secret. Point being, my nature is going to come out eventually. On the other hand, while everyone may know, they will also be likely to keep it to themselves, since I’m not the only one with a secret.” That was a fair point. Because mining was as dangerous as much as it was hard labor. But nobody asked too many questions as long as you kept to yourself and kept any discovered secrets to yourself. “It’s a disturbing thought to think that you got turned so young.” “…I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about. I got turned in the late third era. Even back then, I was considered an adult since I was in my late twenties or even my early thirties. I honestly don’t remember what age I was when I got turned.” “Bullshit.” Supervisor Lin retorted. “You look to be in your early twenties and that’s an overestimation at best.” “Look,” I said patiently, “I don’t know what you think you’re going to gain by saying something so…” I paused. “…Weird, but while I don’t remember my exact age, I do know for sure that I was in my late twenties or early thirties. I could, if you insisted remember my age by meditating.” Supervisor Lin opened her mouth, but I talked right over her. “But I have no intention of doing so, because if I tried to remember my exact age, I would also remember other things. People I was friends with. Battles I was in. Nasty stuff. Unless you give me a damn good reason to remember, I’m telling you outright that, that won’t be happening. End of discussion.” “Moving on, since I’m telling you all of this, I might as well tell you a couple of other things as well. A few centuries after I got turned, the werewolf - vampire war kicked in. Thankfully, I was in a remote area of Skyrim, so I just waited it out, but my point is, that the result of that war was that the recipe to cure vampirism without instantly killing the vampire was lost.” “But I thought there is a cure for,” Supervisor Lin began to say. “There’s a cure, but it’s a death sentence for me. I’m old Lin. Even when I just got turned, Vampires of the age, I am now, were rare. Even then, there were two cures. The first, reversed vampirism and basically permitted you to live out your mortal lifespan. So, a vampire Nord, would get another eighty or so years after they got turned.” “…The other cure is the death sentence. Instead of letting me live out the remainder of my lifespan, I would begin to age very, very quickly.” “How quickly?" Lin asked. “Fast enough to reduce me to dust and bones in less than a minute.” I said flatly. “Oh.” Lin muttered. “I’m not tired of living yet, Lin. Not by a long shot. But one day, I will be and when that day comes, I want the option to become mortal again.” “…How exactly are you testing your experiments?” Lin asked carefully. “I capture pirates and spacers, interrogate them thoroughly and depending on their answers, I either take them in for their bounties, I turn them or I execute them outright before spacing what’s left.” “I’m old.” I repeated my earlier statement. “I’m fully capable of putting people under my thrall if I’m given enough time and before you ask, it is very, very obvious when that happens. A thrall needs constant supervision and care. They need to be told when to eat, when to wash and to use the restroom regularly.” “…Okay, but you just explained that the cure only kills them, because it ages them instantly.” Lin pointed out. “That’s what it does. But it also kills the vampire, regardless of their age. But it appears to age them very rapidly and it’s only because of my experiments that I’ve come to realize it doesn’t work as advertised.” “…Werewolves are real?” Lin asked after a moment, effectively changing the subject. Pinching my nose, I reminded myself, that she was asking logical questions from her point of view. “Yes.” I agreed. “They are. And no, even today, centuries later, relationships haven’t improved much, if at all.” Seeing her confused look, I elaborated. “Instead of going for the kill with no questions asked, there’s just barely restrained violence instead. Basically, we try to avoid each other whenever possible and when it isn’t possible, we just glare at each other.” I told her. “Trust me, you don’t want to know if we’re forced to commit to actual violence.” Not that there were many of us left. Point in fact, I hadn’t met another vampire for a whole century. The last werewolf I had met, was only twenty years ago, and it was only because both of us had information the other wanted to know, that we agreed to an ‘unofficial truce’ between both factions. I snorted at the thought. The truth was, that there wasn’t much of a faction left. Last I heard, Lupin -yes, I know, ironic name for a werewolf- had involved himself in the colony war and that was the last I heard of him. It was my educated opinion that the man had gotten himself killed. “…you hear anything I’ve said of the last five minutes?” “…Sorry, no, I got distracted.” I admitted honestly. “Then let me sum it up for you. You've gotta pulse.” This stamen was delivered in such a deadpan that it took me a moment to process properly. “I’m sorry, but I think I must have misheard you. Did you just say I've gotta pulse?” I asked in disbelief. “I did.” Lin confirmed. “I’m… I’m cured?” I asked in disbelief, but then I realized that this was impossible, because I had just charmed Lin to get her to agree to keep all of this to herself. That was something unique to vampires. “I don’t know about that.” Lin admitted. “I’m just telling you that you have a pulse. You’re still pale. Still got fangs and you still have red eyes.” “That shouldn’t be possible. I just ate from the blood I have in storage.” I said, shaking my head. “Well then, why don’t you see for yourself?” Lin asked impatiently, handing me a knife and a small hand mirror, she had retrieved from her own inventory. Frowning, I accepted the knife and the mirror. I put the mirror to the side and engulfed the knife with my magic. It analyzed it thoroughly and the end result was as I had expected. It was exactly what it appeared to be. A high quality steel knife. But even if it had been poisoned, it would’ve been highly unlikely to have affected me. Because the older a vampire gets, the more resistant they are to poison and not to brag or anything, but I’m old enough to be pretty much immune. I then gave myself a shallow cut, still convinced that she was pulling a prank on me, but to my disbelief, I started to bleed. Looking at Lin with wide worried eyes, I grabbed the hand mirror, analyzed it as well, confirmed that it was also clean of any poisons and then I flicked it open. “I’m… Younger?” I exclaimed quietly, having temporarily forgotten that I wasn’t the only one in the room. “Isn’t that… Good?” Lin asked. “It’s… Lin, this is impossible. Vampires don’t age. They don’t grow older and they sure as hell don’t grow younger either!” “So… Based on current evidence, you’re cured then?” Lin asked. “No, I don’t think I am.” I said, while shaking my head. “I’ve got… Let’s call them special abilities as a vampire and I’m absolutely certain that I can still use those… Abilities. No, I’m more worried that it may have affected things I can’t test well.” “Such as?” Lin prompted. “My resistance against the sun, just to give one example.” I answered honestly. “Do you think then, that item has changed you?” Lin asked, gesturing towards the item I was still clutching to my chest. “It’s the only thing that makes sense, don’t you think?” I ask in return. Our conversation got interrupted when Lin put her hand against her ear a second time. “Barrett has breached orbit and should be landing in less than thirty minutes.” Lin informed me. “Then for better or for worse, we’ll have to resume this conversation later.” I tell her, as I grab my helmet and put it back on. The helmet hissed quietly, before the seal kicked in. once it did, my visor went black from the outside, making it impossible for anyone to see my face. My entire spacesuit was custom designed for my purposes. It was state of the art. Or well, it had been when I had purchased it. But it was also expensive enough that it was still likely to be one of a kind. My spacesuit came equipped with powerful sensors that kept track of anything it identified as humanoid and non-sentient creatures. It could even anticipate where they might go, though it got it wrong as often as it got it right. “C’mon Dusty, we’ve been wasting enough time as it is.” Lin said. “I can pay you what you’re owed and after that, you can join Barrett and be dropped off wherever he’s going.” “…Let’s not be too hasty. I may have overreacted just a little.” I said reluctantly. “Is that so?” Lin asked as we walked towards the airlock leading towards the surface. “I was upset you removed my helmet and saw my face. But since I was going to tell you about my nature anyway… You could say it was an instinctive reaction. I apologize.” “Apology accepted. But are you really telling me, you aren’t curious as to why you bleed and why you have a pulse again?” Lin asked. They were communicating on a short range and encrypted frequency. It was worthless when you went further than five meters or so. “I… Do have a theory.” I admitted reluctantly. “Oh?” Lin asked. “It’s just a theory based on my experience. I don’t think it’s likely, but it isn’t impossible either.” “When I was newly turned, I would’ve been turned to ash, if I was exposed to the sun for more than a minute. It would’ve paralyzed me too, so even if there was shelter nearby, it would’ve been hard if not impossible to get to it. Then, after my first century, it went from a minute to five and I wasn’t paralyzed anymore. My resistance to the sun has only increased since then.” I said. I deliberately did not go into specifics about how weak I truly was against the sun. Why would I? “And now?” Lin prompted. “…You’re suggesting that it’s a natural evolution due to your age.” Lin stated. “That’s exactly the conclusion I wanted you to reach.” I thought smugly. “It’s nothing more than a theory, but yes.” I said out loud. Lin and I stepped into the airlock and we simultaneously agreed to shelf the conversation for a later time. I verified the integrity of my own helmet and then I checked Lin’s. Lin herself did the same. By the time we were done, the airlock had cycled and we walked into the open air. Technically, we had just broken several regulations when it came to helmet checks. We were supposed to do it, before entering the airlock. Because if it was already syncing and there was a fault, then we could be risking decompression which might kill us. Fortunately, the atmosphere was breathable even if it was very thin. You’d get out of breath very quickly and the air wasn’t pure, but it wouldn’t kill you instantly. Just as we stepped into the open air, the frontier was already coming in for a landing. “Huh, I guess he’s early.” Lin remarked. “That’s a steep descend.” I observed neutrally. “It’s because of the model.” Lin told me. “Because of the… But the last model that required such a deep descend… Hang on, is that a Discovery class starship from the now defunct nova galactic company!? Aren’t those ships considered to be death traps?” “Barrett would punch you if he heard you talk like that. He takes very good care of its equipment.” Lin told me. “I wonder if it is for sale.” I muttered under my breath. “You want to buy an outdated ship?” Lin asked with raised eyebrows. “No, I want to buy a ship that’s as rare, as it is vintage and vintage sells. If it’s in decent condition, they can sell for a small fortune!” “So, does that mean, you’re resigning after all, or…” “…No." I said after a moment. “I’ll ask him if he might be interested in selling and if he is, I’ll get in touch with him after my contract is over.” “Listen,” Lin said abruptly. “Barret is a good guy, but he also attracts trouble like you wouldn’t believe. Why don’t you go and get that pistol over there, in case it follows him today as well.” “…If you think he’s followed, shouldn’t you tell your guys to go inside and fortify themselves?” “Good point.” Lin acknowledged. “Supervisor Lin to all personnel. Barrett is about to pay us a visit and you know what that might mean. Let’s go to alert stage two, but do so quietly. I don’t expect trouble, but we all know that when you’re dealing with Barrett, you’re dealing with danger as well.” While Lin continued to approach the landing site, I had veered off to open the weapon case, Lin had indicated earlier. Opening it, I noted that it was an Eon pistol. It was unmodded but it was ready to be fired and it came with nine additional clips, giving me exactly one hundred and twenty shots, or twelve shots per clip. One by one, I pushed the clips into my spacesuit, which then ate it, though that wasn’t the right name for it. It was referred to as the ‘inventory’ system, because depending on the suit, it could eat two or even three times your bodyweight and you wouldn’t even feel it. When I had first designed and then commissioned my suit, I had sacrificed storage space for speed. This meant that it could carry less than even new cheap suits you could buy today. But it made up for it in other ways. Once my suit had eaten all the clips, I holstered the pistol, and hurried to catch up with Lin. The holster bit was also something every spacesuit could do. It was sort of like a magnetic clamp, but it would automatically ‘hold’ weapons for the user and would even adjust its position so it was easier to reach. When I was caught up with Lin, Heller was already there. An unmodded maelstrom rifle was attached to his back, with a pistol to his side. It was then that I noticed that several of the miners were carrying weapons now as well. I focused my attention back on the ship, which by now, had opened its landing bay and two people were leaving it. “Actually, no.” I corrected myself. It was a robot and a person. I didn’t recognize the build of the robot, so I could only assume it was from a new company or from a company that had already gone bankrupt. Shaking my head, I refocused on the conversation. “So, did you find it?” Lin’s contact, Barrett, asked. “The new guy did.” Lin said, gesturing at me. “It caused him to pass out and he doesn’t remember a thing, from the moment after he touched it. I thought you said, the item would be safe, Barrett!” Lin said, her tone accusing. “I did say that, and it is!” Barrett insisted. “Then why did he pass out?” “We don’t know.” Barrett admitted. “We? And you don’t know? Doesn’t that imply something already had happened with a similar item and that it was a possibility?” I ask. “You’re sharp, Dusty.” Barrett complimented me. “But no. We estimated the chances of that happening again, to be low. But nothing else happened to the other individual. She’s fine so there isn’t anything to worry about.” “If I may interrupt this lovely example of human conversation,” The robot said abruptly. “According to the satellite we dropped before we landed, a ship with the markings of the Crimson Fleet has just entered orbit and is rapidly approaching.” “Barrett…” Lin growled. “Hey, I made six random jumps, before coming here, so, not my fault!” Barrett snapped back. “It’s always your fault, you bastard!” Lin snapped back. “Supervisor Lin to all personnel, it’s Barrett people, you know what to expect. Let’s give the pirates a warm welcome. Alert stage one immediately. No mercy. Shoot to kill.” Lin snapped. Just like the other miners, I hurried to my assigned location. We had practiced this in several drills, though the miners had been carrying mining lasers as weapons instead. I was growing increasingly convinced that most of these people had military backgrounds. As soon as the ship landed, we had surrounded it, forming a kill box. Anything stupid enough to leave now, would be killed on sight. The landing bay opened and six pirates were standing there in heavy armor, ready to storm us. None of them would live to see another day. Of that I was certain. I was right. Six pirates exited the landing bay, and while some managed a few shots in our general direction, they more or less died within five or so minutes. The pirate ship took off quickly too and it was only because of an unofficial rule that nobody fired at the fleeing ship. Because if we shot at the ship, then the pilot would be allowed to shoot back. Suffice it to say, that if that happened, none of us would survive, because even if we hide behind cover, even a stray shot would basically turn us into goo. After the Crimson Fleet vessel left, I wandered closer to the pirates and put a bullet in each and every single head, just to make sure they were dead. What Lin said was completely true. Anyone working for the Crimson Fleet would not show any mercy. It was rumored that the higher ups in the Crimson Fleet had their very own harem of enslaved men or women. Or both. “I’m impressed Lin, after our previous deal and the way it went wrong, I thought,” “You thought what?” Lin demanded. “That I would let it happen all over again? How many of my guys might have died if I hadn’t bothered to train them, Barrett!?” “Easy Lin, easy!” Barrett said quickly, holding up his hands in the ‘I surrender’ position. “How. Many?” Lin asked again. “I don’t know. But none of them were even hurt! Hell, those poor bastards barely managed a couple of shots before they died.” “Do you actually feel sorry for them or was that just an expression?” I asked neutrally. “An expression. It was just an expression. I’m not a pirate sympathizer, thank you very much.” Barrett said firmly. “Speaking off… Heller!” “Ma’am?” Heller prompted. “Strip those pieces of trash of anything that’s valuable, make sure they’re dead and then throw them in the recycler.” “I already put an extra bullet in their heads. Pretty sure they’re dead.” I offered. “Don’t care.” Lin said, crossing her arms. “I have an ancestor who… Well, it’s a long story, really. But he was doing a courier job, got intercepted, got his package stolen and then he got shot in the head. It was a damn miracle that a doctor had seen it happen and managed to keep him alive and in relative good health.” Lin paused and shrugged. “Point being, the guy who shot him, died in the end, but my ancestor didn’t leave it with a single bullet. He took a shotgun and turned the guy’s head into pulp. Then did the same with his limbs, before burning what was left. “So, the morale of that story is to turn your enemy into mush?” Barrett asked. “No, Barrett.” Lin deadpanned. “The morale is to make sure your enemy is deader than dead. Besides, with the tech we have nowadays, there’s no telling if their armor doesn’t have a bunch of emergency drugs to keep them alive.” “Drugs that can heal a bullet to the brain?” I ask skeptically. “Enough.” Lin said shortly. “Barrett, pay me what you owe and go away. And unless you’re paying triple, don’t contact me again.” “About that. I think your new guy needs to go to the loft.” Barrett said quietly. “Oh, no Barrett. No way, no how!” “I don’t want him to get involved with…” Lin paused. “With them.” Lin finished. “Lin, there’s more to it than,” “I knew it!” Lin interrupted him. “I fucking well knew it, that you were going to say that!” “What if I stay here?” Barrett suggested. “…What?” Lin asked flatly. “What if I stay here?” Barrett repeated patiently. “That… That might work.” Lin allowed. “All right. Fine.” Lin said finally. “Well Dusty, it seems that you’re getting your severance pay after all.” Lin remarked. I blinked several times, trying to figure out what the heck just happened. “…What?” “It’s settled then. Well, then my boy, it seems you’re going to new Atlantis." “Yhea… No, I don’t think so.” I said flatly. “Look son,” Barrett said calmly. “Did you, or did you not experience something when you touched,” he gestured towards the item in question, “…that?” “Didn’t supervisor Lin tell you?” I asked him. “I don’t remember a thing after I touched it, so I couldn’t tell you.” This was a lie of course. Lin knew I was lying. Heller knew I was lying. And I was convinced that Barrett knew I was lying as well. The lure of two paychecks was powerful, and I wasn’t entirely unwilling to go to new Atlantis, but I was going to make him work for it. “…Okay, so you don’t remember anything then.” Barrett agreed. “Then how about we simplify it a little. I’ll pay you to transport the item to new Atlantis and then come back. Halve up front, the rest when you get back.” I look at supervisor Lin and she gives me the look that basically said ‘what, are you really going to refuse two paychecks for what amounts to bringing an item from point a to point b?’ Well, obviously, I wasn’t going to refuse. But I was going to make him pay for it. Literally. “All right, I know that look and I’ll have you know I’m not made of credits. How does two thousand credits sound?” Barrett asked. “As an advance.” He clarified immediately after. “Four thousand credits?” I thought. “For a courier job?” “Mission accepted.” “Before you leave though,” supervisor Lin said calmly, “give me a few moments to process your contract termination and to process the authorization of your pay.” “You’re acting like I won’t get back to the job?” Lin just snorted. “You and I both know that you’re made for more than just mining. Our contract is just about up anyway, which means that we would be looking for our next employer.” I blink and I allow myself to grin. I’m about to come in quite a bit of money, courtesy of Barrett on top of my own savings. And if constellation really is as interested in me as I think they are… “I like the way you think.” I said. “You have hired yourself a pilot. Now, details. What’s the mission exactly.” “Take the item and board the frontier and fly to new Atlantis and deliver it to the lodge. Talk with the people there and if you’re interested, join our organization. Vasco will help you fly the ship if you need help with it.” Barrett said. I groaned when I realized I hadn’t thought of the damn robot. The damn thing would likely be watching and would not hesitate to report anything and everything it considered important. I did not wish for my vampirism to become public knowledge and I did not know these people. “I’m a competent pilot and engineer, so I don’t need anyone looking over my shoulder, least of all a damn automaton.” “Hey, that’s not very nice. Vasco is more than just a machine who parrots specific lines or can only reply to specific inputs. He’s more than that.” “That doesn’t remove the fact that I’m a competent pilot and engineer and that I don’t need anyone looking over my shoulder. However, I can see how you would want some guarantees that I’m not about to take off. Doing so would be trivially easy too. “You’re not going to change your mind about that, are you?" Barrett asked with a groan. “Because I have a damn good reason for it.” I tell him seriously. I could tell that Barrett was still reluctant, but my secret was worth more than a paycheck. “I’ll drop the paycheck.” I said bluntly. “If I may be so rude to interrupt,” the robot in question said calmly, “but I’m afraid that disconnected myself from the frontier, is very much impossible. I am connected to the frontier on a deep level. I can however, disconnect if there is another ship with just as much processing power available. I rely on the Frontier’s computers for many things. But even if you did have a ship for me to transfer to, I could not do so anyway, without authorization from my administrator.” A pause. “Mister Barrett is not my administrator, but merely one my administrator authorized as a user.” A pause. “But unless I observe something highly criminal or something equally unusual, mistress Sarah should have no reason to ask for any details and similarly, I do not have a reason to report this to her. Unofficially or officially.” “…You’re not a standard robot are you?” I ask rhetorically. “That is a rhetorical question, is it not?” Vasco asked after a moment. “Yes, it was.” I confirm. “Very well, then I will not answer the question but will remain quiet instead.” “You have a point.” I admitted reluctantly. But that meant I would ‘have’ to join them, if I wanted to earn their trust. If they trusted me, they wouldn’t care about my race or my undead nature. But if it ever became known that he was that bounty hunter, then it would be very tempting to make a quick credit. Pirates still told horror stories about him. “You know, what?” I asked rhetorically. “Fine. I’ll be reckless and do something I haven’t done in centuries.” “Wait, what?” Barrett asked. “You're going to do what?” Lin asked. “I’m going to trust you and his organization a chance with the truth.” “What are you talking about?” Barrett asked, obviously confused. “Does your ship have a meeting room of sorts?” I ask Barrett. “It’s a discovery class ship. It has a kitchen and a bunk and that’s about it.” Barrett answered. “That’s good enough. Let’s go in your ship and I’ll tell you.” “Lin?” Barrett prompted. “It’s fine, Barrett.” Lin said with a shrug. “He’s got a reason to be paranoid.” “Ehm, ma’am?” Heller asked, as he approached. “Are we to stand down from alert stage one?” I blinked and I realized that most of the guys were still in the same locations. “There’s definitely more to this mining outfit than you might think.” “…Oh, yes of course.” Lin said. “This is supervisor Lin to all personnel. Stand down from alert stage one. You should still be on your guard, given that where there’s one pirate attack, there is likely to be another.” I watched as the other miners almost simultaneously put their weapons away and then left to do their own thing, with a couple of guys still wandering around. Heller had left as well, heading towards the communication building. “C’mon, let’s get this over with.” I said with a sigh. End chapter one part one. Thank you for reading.

Oh, I definitely prefer third person as well. But like you said, 'James walked down the street. He paused and noticed an elderly man trying to cross the street, but his groceries made this very difficult.' "is he really carrying that many groceries?" James thought with a frown. "I better go ahead and offer my help before he hurts himself." OR I'm walking down the street when I notice an elderly man trying to cross the street. "Wait," I think to myself, "is he really carrying THAT many groceries? I better go ahead and help him." I feel the second is, just like you said, more personal than the first.

I'm not expecting a novel sized review, detailing in painful detail how much they enjoyed the story. But you don't need to be a super genius to write more than a few words. That said, I do see your point though.

Lego's have become so expensive though... Even something small-ish like a shuttle craft is enough to make me at least think twice.

I didn't even know Asterix was French. I thought that Dutch was its original language. Now, for most cartoons, I prefer them to watch in english (except anime) but for whatever reason, I just can't stand english or other dubbed languages when it comes to this cartoon. 🤷‍♂️

I'm not asking for permission, not really, It's a lot of fun writing it, especially since most of my stories crash and burn. I can do the setup just fine, but then I just hit a metaphorical wall. I'm not expecting everyone to go like 'OMG please write the story' please OMG that's amazing. No, it's nothing like that. But posting a story you're proud off, to have zero reactions or worse, to have one word reactions like 'good' or 'amazing' are discouraging. Because if the only thing you can be bothered to write as a reply is 'good' or 'amazing' or other single word replies, then you clearly did not enjoy the story. At least, that's the way I see it.

So, I'm currently in the process of writing a Starfield x TES crossover fic with ABDL elements. I'm currently rapidly approaching a hundred pages, which is a complete and total record for me. (YAAY!!) I want to share that story with you guys, but I'm unsure if there's any interest in it. I'm also very picky and want my writing to be as close to perfection as possible. If you see a mistake, I want you to point it out. It's my dream to write an actual book someday and if I could actually publish it, that would be even better. (never going to happen though, that's why it's a dream.) Also, the story is primarily written in first person and I know that can turn a lot of people off if it isn't done right. (I think it is, but then, every author thinks it's done right.) But like I said, if there isn't any interest in it, then I won't bother posting it, although I will still cross post it on ao3. (archive of our own.) Also, since this is fanfiction, you won't have to worry about the full story being hidden behind a paywall. I really, really do NOT want to be sued, so yhea, that's not going to happen. Now, for those of you who don't know what Starfield or TES is, i will be explaining that briefly. Starfield is a video game made by Bethesda. It's their first brand new IP in a very long time (I believe it's 25 years) and it only released in September. Bethesda is the company who made The Elder Scrolls: oblivion, The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim and The Elder Scrolls: morrorwind. They're also the guys who made fallout 3 and 4 as well as fallout 76. So when I say: TES, it's an abbreviation of The Elder Scrolls. What does this mean for the story? It means that the races of TES will be present. It means that earth doesn't exist, but Tamriel does. Magic exists as well, but it is seen as outdated. Like how those one shot pistols and cannons are seen as outdated in the real world as well. (They still kill as effectively as modern day weapons though.) Anyway, you should at the very least, be vaguely familiar with TES lore. I will be referencing events from Oblivion and Skyrim. That won't happen often and it won't be a focus... Actually, now that I think about it, I suppose it would be closer to a fusion, rather than a crossover. Because a fusion mixes elements of both fandoms, while a crossover means that characters from one fandom, interact with characters of another fandom. Finally, I want to make one thing absolutely clear. If you are in the process of playing Starfield or have just gotten started and you want to read this story, then be prepared for spoilers. I will not be quoting game dialogue word by word, but it will follow the plot in broad lines. A few more things to know: The main character is a male Khajiit. (Because Khajiit is my favourite race.) There is something special about the MC. (No, he is not the Dragonborn.) Diapers will play a role, but keep in mind that while they play a role, I wouldn't say they are the focus. MC = main character Story summary: The story starts just after you make a character in Starfield, where a secret is immediately exposed. (Though it isn't the obvious.) MC and Lin negotiate a little and then they go out to meet Barret. Pirates attack and events go similar to they go in the game. MC goes out into space, does his thing, goes to the base, does more his thing and then goes to the lodge, where everything starts to go different. MC and Sarah go to Mars, where they're led on a wild goose chase, and they eventually track down their target. Then they obtain the artefact and it's from here out, that everything changes. (I can't believe I've essentially summarized a large part of my story in two tiny paragraphs. Suffice it to say, there's a lot more to it then what I've mentioned.)

I used to do it with toilet paper. I still have my teddy, but I don't have diapers that would fit him and I obviously won't buy a pack, just so I could fit one on him. Those diapers you can buy for dolls are too small I think and I don't want to risk buying them, only for them to be too big.

Why? let's start with the fact that it only uses a fraction of the space you have on your monitor. That's the first reason. (and my second biggest problem with the site) The second reason, (and my number one problem) is that a lot of the stories are, just plain terrible. Terrible grammar. Terrible spelling. just. Terrible. Stories that are literally one paragraph. NO punctuation or even quotation marks to show where dialogue starts and ends. Now, I know, everyone has got to learn, right? Sure. I agree with you. So, if I write a polite, constructive review, pointing out, that (real example by the way) names of characters should be capitalized, ergo, they need to start with a capital letter, and the author just plains ignores me and makes a point of writing a sketch to taunt me specifically? But if I write a polite review, pointing that mistake out, then I expect the author to correct themselves. The argument of 'I don't want reviews if I don't ask for them is WORTHLESS! If you don't want reviews, then post them on a corner of the internet where nobody will find it, but posting it on a website like wattpad will INVITE people to review, whether you like it or not. Ahum, the point is, that I have read on wattpad before. The example above is just one of many. A lot of the writers are immature angsty teenagers who think they are the man. Now, let me tell you something, I've written stories myself, and I take pride in them. I take a LOT of pride in them. I want them to be the best they can possibly be. Why would I even bother to write a story, if I didn't want to improve? I'm writing a story, because I LIKE to write and because I dream to publish a real book some day. -inhales deeply and breathes back out- Sorry, but I feel very strongly about that issue. I just don't understand how you can write a story and how you can whine about not WANTING REVIEWS because you're just WRITING FOR FUN????? How does that even make any sense!??? Anyway, that aside, there's the adds. They are an eyesore plain and simple. Now, I've been using an add blocker for years and haven't regretted it, since I discovered they existed. Now, I know wattpad wants to make money, but the way they're doing it, is terrible. Just show an add at the bottom or the top and be done with it. Not to the sides, where the add sometimes takes up more space than the story itself! Then there's my third complaint. The... Progress meter, I guess it is? It tells you how long you have left before the chapter is done. I don't want that. I don't. It's an eyesore and it distracts and it breaks immersion. I don't care how far I am in a chapter. I'm a fast reader, and when a chapter tells me I need TWELVE fricking minutes to read a chapter that's barely five thousand words!? I can read a story of roughly a hundred thousand words, in an hour or two TOPS! Bottom line, I want the damn thing gone, but that isn't going to happen any time soon. But aside from the terrible writing, it's the fact that it the story, you know, the thing you're visiting wattpad for? It barely uses a third of available space. If I read a story, I want it to take up as much space as possible with as few distractions as possible. In any case, to say that ALL stories on wattpad are bad would be a lie. I know for a fact that there are decentstories on wattpad. Point in fact, baby sophia's stories are a good example. Fanfiction.net is one website where I read a lot. It's meant for fanfics and not for original stories and definitely not meant for stories like the diaper dimension. But if you want the website with the most stories, hands down? fanfiction.net is your first place to be. If you want an alternative, because you want to post a story like this, then ao3 is the place to be. I know for a fact that it already has diaper stories, and you can mark your stories as explicit and you can mark it, that only readers with an account may read it. You can also add tags to specify what kind of story it is, you're going to read. Now, I can already hear the 'fanboy' accusations coming, so let me cut those off before they can be thrown at me. Are fanfiction.net or ao3 perfect? No. They aren't. Not by a longshot. Both have their own problems. Do they have terrible stories? Yes. I would bet everything in my wallet that they do have terrible stories. Do they have adds? Yes. But they are MUCH less of an eyesore compare to wattpad. But if that wasn't enough to convince you, then refer to the article I'm linking below. click here for the article So, yes. I'm most emphatically suggesting that you avoid wattpad like the plague. And I know I shouldn't, but I'm going to finish my rant about earlier anyway. Don't write if you don't have pride in your stories, or just don't bother to share them. If you do want to improve, then learn from what people say and don't insist that words like thru or anyways are words you should use in a story. The first is slang. It should not be used in a story, period. End of discussion. The second is informal and should be avoided. I don't care if you TALK like that and SAY anyways, you just don't in written stories. I apologize if my reply sounds angry to you, it just turned out that way. But I hope it answered your question.

No offense, but I avoid wattpad like the plague. Have you considered posting on archive of our own? Stories like these are permitted and it reads like a normal stories. No comments get in the way of things. And I suppose it could get cumbersome and confusing... Just consider crossposting on archive of our own and I guarantee a lot of people will thank you for it.

Hey, Lovely story, just like your other stories! But have you considered making several posts in a row so you can reserve them for updates? It is quite annoying to have to go forward several pages every time. Making several posts in a row, would let you update them and would make it more convenient at least, to read. That's just a suggestion though. An alternative, would be a separate topic, you can lock and unlock as needed, so only you could make additional posts. I do have a bit trouble remembering who the various characters are though, but it's getting better! Well done, is what I'm saying basically.

I'm not inco. Nor do I need them for medical issues or anything like that. I wear them for comfort for the most part.

So, I've caught up all the way to now and I'm really impressed. The story is well written, the grammar and spelling is good too. There were just a few (less than a handful) cringy-ish scenes, where I thought the whole baby-ing this was just a bit too forced, but it's all good. Very well done and I'm looking forward to the (eventual) confrontation with her old employer. And if I had to make a guess as to what you're planning with her old employer, then I would say, that he would find himself in another place where he would find himself a little fish amongst (literal) giants! Or if not that, then perhaps Alex knows someone, who may be able to teach him some manners...

That my means it's in your head. Don't wear for say two weeks and see what happens.

As a not native English speaker, I only needed to read it twice, to ascertain the difference. The first example, is where you say, you want to start eating, and the second is where you say you literally want to eat your grandma, thus becoming a cannibal.

Suit yourself. I'm at least glad that you took some of my advice. I checked it out and it's much easier to read now. And you do, what you do. Be yourself. That's definitely something I agree with.

@BabySpiderBoy Hey, I just checked your blog because I was curious about that story, but right now, your 'story' is literally unreadable. It's literally one huge paragraph. I would strongly suggest you go back, and divide it into smaller paragraphs of four to five lines on average. The second thing is to cut down on the emoji's, like a lot. It's one thing to add the occasional smiley face, but you're going overboard. But that's less important than the enormous paragraph. Seriously, have you tried reading it yourself? What do you think makes a story easier to read? If it is literally one enormous paragraph, or a bunch of small ones? Anyway, more relevant to the topic, I've never wore diapers to school, once I got into them. I must have worn some protection, when I got to school early in my life, but I was 'clean' pretty early, or so my mum tells me. Would I wear diapers to school, when I was younger? No. The risk just isn't worth it. Do you have any idea what doing that and being discovered would do to your social life? It's one thing to wear them to school if you're incontinent or don't have a choice, but wearing them when you don't have to? Definitely not going to happen. In that same breath, I will also tell you that I'm going to evening school for adults and that I have worn a diaper under my pants then. There's a major difference in doing it when you see them only once a week compared to if you see them everyday. Also, kids are cruel and do stupid shit, but if adults try to do any of that stuff, they could be in big trouble.

Welcome to the forum :)

If I have a messy diaper, I don't stay in it, I get rid of it as quickly as is practical. Though, I haven't changed another person's messy diaper, I have diapered a few people and honestly, I don't mind that. But I'm not sure how I would react if I had to change an adult's messy diaper.

Maybe it's short for something, but what does 'roids' mean? Why aren't you allowed to change yourself? I mean, fantasies aside, I would think that's something you would want to do yourself...?

Wouldn't that come up naturally when you start dating and getting to know each other? Unless it's a one night adventure, but in that case, I don't think you'd care much what some random partner thinks.