hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Genre-Mixing

Hey, shippers! Welcome to your very first bonus round proper--we hope you have lots of fun with it! This time around we're going to be asking you to mix it up a little--each fanwork posted for this round will be a mish-mash of two different genres, blended together in a delightful incestuous slurry to create an UNSTOPPABLE CREATIVE CONCOCTION--er. Or. Something.

Yeah, we're genre-mixing. That's what we're doing this round.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of two different genres and one ship. This cannot be your team's ship! These are worth 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

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Not sure how this would work out, but I thought I would give it a try...
Dave/Dirk Dystopian combined with Military Science Fiction.

(perhaps try having Dirk and Dave be who we would cal the 'bad guys' in this scenario?)

Hope this is what you wanted!
Warnings for violence and some language.

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A quiet crackle signified an intercom message about to come in over the radio installed in the headpiece of Dirk’s combat suit, and before the person on the other end even took a breath, he knew who it would be.

“Bet I can win more ground than you tonight,” Dave said nonchalantly.

“Aren’t you on foot?” Dirk asked, already knowing he was right and skeptical about why Dave would even consider this a fair challenge in his favour.

“That’s right,” came the reply, and if Dirk knew Dave any less, he may not have picked up on the edge of cockiness in his voice, “I’m going to accomplish more with a couple of swords than you with your huge mega-bot destroyer.”

Dirk rolled his eyes. “Fine, you’re on, then.”

It had been a long couple of months on Alternia and they still hadn’t made as much progress as they usually did on their trans-universal conquests. Dirk Strider was one of the best engineers the Earth’s military had ever had the fortune of employing, and with his robots they’d devastated planet after planet until they came up against Alternia’s own unique form of air-force battle. Dirk never actually believed the pilots flew the ships with their minds, until he saw it firsthand.

Yeah, it was surprising and a little impressive, but it meant the ship was only as good as its pilot’s mind and Dirk had created systems far more powerful than the average mind, whether that mind was human or troll.

“English to Strider, time to move out,” said an equally familiar voice through the speakers. Unlike Dave, who was mostly confident and competitive on a personal level, Jake was more regal and determined, like the battle Sergeant he was.

“I copy,” Dirk answered. “We’re ready to go.”

The command was given and the battle commenced. Dirk glanced down at the surface of the planet where Dave would be mixed in with a crowd of hand-combatants going out against armed trolls, but he turned away and wasted no time dropping out of the sky right onto an enemy ship to engage an entire ship all by himself. He didn’t need to try very hard to beat Dave this time, but the greater the win, the sweeter the victory over his partner.

Two trolls were already advancing on him, one with a firearm and the other with a trident. They were much larger than many of the trolls Dirk had gone up against, like the equivalent of giants in human folklore. Raising his Iridium 625 long sword, Dirk blocked one attack while dodging the other, just barely. The trolls may have been huge but they were still lithe and oddly graceful, moving swiftly through the air and wielding their weapons as though they were an extension of their bodies. He went for the troll with the gun, thinking his armour could withhold against the trident with ease.

Dirk got a blast of uranium powered energy right into the barrel of the gun, effectively rendering it useless other than as a blunt instrument, but the trident he’d passed off as harmless seared right through his breast plate. The sound of ripping metal and hissing hydraulics covered Dirk’s surprised and pained gasp as he felt three prongs cut into his flesh, narrowly missing his lungs.

Refusing to go down without a fight, Dirk grasped the trident so the troll couldn’t pull it back and use it again, giving him the opportunity to drive his own weapon through its torso as well.

“Call it even,” he coughed out, though he could barely hear himself over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears and the sounds of both air and ground battle continuing on around them. Purple blood spilled against his weapon and then all the pieces came together and Dirk understood his grave mistake.

As if on cue, the Empress of Alternia herself emerged from the depths of the ship, even larger and more terrifying than the two trolls Dirk had just fought, one of which was still standing and able to fight. There was no way he could take on Her Imperial Condescension, let alone the two of them at once, and even Dirk knew it.

“I’m going to need back up,” he shouted, to anyone who could hear him through the communication lines. “I’ve found the goddamn Bitchqueen.”

No reply came before the blunt end of the troll’s gun came into contact with his helmet, blowing him off balance and busting his connection to his team. Before he could stumble back, the Condesce was right in front of him, punching a handhold for herself in the front of his armour so she could hold him up. With her free hand, she tore the remains of his helmet clean off. She had the mouth of a shark, all wide and sharp, and her long locks of black hair swirled as though they were submerged and flowing through water.

She said something in Alternian that Dirk couldn’t understand without his in-helmet translator, but both her and the other troll laughed, her timbre shrill and strong. To detach himself from the situation at least a little, Dirk likened her laugh to the noise a dying dolphin would make.

She yanked the trident out of his stomach and expertly spun it around until the bloodied point was up to his exposed throat, slowly digging into his sweat-drenched skin.

Dirk was about to die at the hands of the Condesce, who looked almost giddy at the prospect, and he could have sworn his intercom was crackling from wherever his helmet had fallen, he could swear it was Dave’s voice that came through the line, telling him he was on his way…

A flash of green light enveloped the threesome and Dirk heard the Condesce’s screech of anger before his surroundings completely changed, causing his stomach to lurch. It was the last thing he heard before blacking out.

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When he came to, it felt like he was just waking up on any regular day. He was sore, but these days he was almost always sore, and a near-fatal stab wound really should have hurt a lot more. He didn’t seem to be dead, though, not that he knew what being dead would feel like.

Dirk opened his eyes to his usual room, a small bunker on a military ship, and to Dave lounging in a chair beside him, cleaning a katana.
His face was blank, his eyes were obscured behind glasses, but the grip on his cleaning cloth was tense and Dirk had a feeling the blade had already been clean for some time.

“Hey,” he said.

Dave looked up immediately, sheathing the weapon and turning towards him. “Hey,” he replied.

“Have I been out for a month or something?” Dirk joked, placing a hand over his stomach, feeling a faint phantom pain where he remembered the points of a trident burning him from the inside.

“Of course not,” Dave told him. “Crocker came by and healed your wounds. Don’t tell me you couldn’t figure that one out on your own.”

“I’ve only been awake for two fucking seconds--”

Dave punched him in the shoulder to cut him off and get his attention. “Did you do that shit on purpose?”

Dirk raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Taking on the fucking Condesce? Last time I checked, you were not stupid enough to do that, even to win a bet.”

Dirk’s eyes widened slightly in recognition, taking in the look on Dave’s face, a veiled mix of concern and… guilt? “Oh come on, Dave. I just picked the closest big ship. Didn’t matter which one I chose, I’d have beaten you either way.”

He sat up slowly to stretch, trying to ease some of the stiffness in his muscles. “Trust me, I wasn’t being an idiot just to one-up you.”

“Good,” Dave huffed. “Don’t do anything like that again.”

Grinning, Dirk prepared to tease Dave for his protectiveness before suddenly wondering how he got from the ship to his bedroom, all healed and in the midst of light banter. “What the Hell happened, anyway?”

“Harley,” Dave answered. “I warned you she was coming but you didn’t have your helmet on when she brought you back to base.”

Dirk remembered what he’d assumed was a desperate hallucination. “I heard it, actually, but Harley was quick.”

“Yeah, she was worried,” Dave said. Dirk heard the unspoken, ‘I was worried, too.’

He swung his legs off the side of the bed and leaned in to kiss Dave, knowing he was lucky to have lived long enough to feel their lips pressed together once more.

After a long moment, they broke apart and Dave stated, “For the record, I took out at least three dozen more trolls than you did.”

Dirk smiled.

Wonderful!

I actually really like how the focus is not directly on the relationship. Thank you for the fill!

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3<DAVE

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

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