└─ 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 ── ☆

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───────────── 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝙁𝙐𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾 𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘚
𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝙎𝙋𝘼𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋 !! ──────────────────

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the year is 2259, the intergalactic council have received a transmission from a planet stating that t
hey should surrender quietly or face the full power of the army of oganesson. a task force is being-
assembled of the finest of the four main planets xenon, argon, krypton, and radon. this team is pla
ced with the mission of retaining the freedom of the intergalactic council and all planets that seek
their protection. the individuals have been training their whole lives, harnessing their abilities in t
he hopes that one day they would be chosen and wear the uniform branded with the golden symbo
l of the sacred guardians. these individuals have never met before, so will they be able to come to
gether as a successful team or will unexpected situations get the better of them. --------------------
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𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙊𝙉 -- this planet refused to sign the peace treaties and enter the intergalactic common
wealth and so were ostracised. this meant the planet no longer received trade from other planets
and were left to survive on their own. during these hard times, a radical group formed vowing tha
t they would take over the commonwealth and rule the galaxy once and for all. ----------------------
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𝙓𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙉 -- a planet known for its technologic
al advances, it produces some of the greates
t engineers and scientists of the intergalacti
c commonwealth. the inhabitants are born -
with science-based abilities. all inhabitants-
at the age of eighteen must test their abiliti
es, those who prove themselves the best (to
p 5%) advance to guardian training -----------
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𝘼𝙍𝙂𝙊𝙉 -- this planet is green in colour as th-
e majority of its landscape is forest. this mak
es it easy for them to produce herbs for med
icine and food that they export to radon. the
se inhabitants have healing based abilities. t
here are no academies here, only schools th-
at help to enhance and aid the children harn
ess and control their abilities. -----------------
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𝙆𝙍𝙔𝙋𝙏𝙊𝙉 -- possibly the most guardian orie-
ntated of all the planets. these inhabitants h
ave enhanced conditions to their bodies. all i
n habitants are enrolled into academies befo
re puberty where they are trained in hand to
hand combat, those who do not advance to g
uardian training are put on law inforcement-
or army training programs. ---------------------
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𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙉 -- the central planet and base of the
intergalactic commonwealth. the inhabitant
s here are comprised of citizens of all nation
s of the commonwealth and so have various-
abilities. those who live here are often steer
ed towards careers in the intergalactic coun
cil, many often become translators and com
municators. the common language is frendu
but not all planets are taught this -----------
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𝙇𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 -- a citizen of krypton and relativel
y well know as they were top of their class.
his abilities consist of superior strength, du
rability, pain suppression and flight. --------
name - codename - age - striatum.
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𝘿𝙀𝙋𝙐𝙏𝙔 -- another citizen of krypton, they
were in the same class as the leader and fe
d up of being in their shadow. they have su
perior dexterity, agility, speed and reflexes
name - codename - age - black.swan
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𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙄𝘾-- a citizen of argon. they were chos
en by a radon inspector because they show
ed promise. they can restore biotic organis
ms to their optimal health, including them
name - codename - age - gap
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𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙀𝙍 -- a citizen of xenon. they train
ed their whole life to enhance their abiliti-
es of cyberlinguism and genius level intelle
ct. they can essentially 'talk' to technology
name - codename - age - aquiver
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𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙐𝙉𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 -- a citizen of radon. t
hey would slack in language class due to th
eir ability - telepathic translation. they als
o have the ability to link minds. ------------
name - codename - age - seokjinnie
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𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙁 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙁 -- another citizen of radon, but
their mother was from oganesson. they pro
vide intel on the 'enemy'. their ability is el
ement manipulation; fire, water, earth, air
name - codename - age - kim
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───────────────────────────── 𝘞𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘌

-------------------pm me to reserve. reserves last 72 hours. discord will be pmed to you !!

𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘿 !! ───────────────────────────

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xxxxx─────────────────────xx𝘼xx𝙎xx𝙍xx𝙄xx𝙀xx𝙇xx!!xx────────────────────
xxxxxxxx𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 ─ jung-hwan ahn. xx𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘌 ─ captain. xx𝘈𝘎𝘌 ─ twenty-four. xx𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘌𝘚 ─ kryptonian. xx𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘚 ─ qeme, morgan.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝘐'𝘔 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘖𝘍 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝘜𝘗 𝘖𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝙊𝙒𝙉 ,,

xxxxasriel patiently waited behind the large door, arms folded standing in a soldier like stance.
this was it! all these years of training, he was finally going to be in charge of a squad, just like he'd practised in his drea
ms. he broke his stance to run a hand through his slicked-back hair, regaining his composure. he couldn't show the coun-
cil his nerves as they could see this as a sign of weakness. asriel was glad an old friend would be with him on this journe
y. he hadn't seen morgan in a while, not since the academy. the two had been separated when asriel displayed qualities-
that the administrators deemed excellent enough to put him into advanced leadership training. sure, the two had comm
unicated over the two year period, but it was nothing like training together and pushing each other to succeed. asriel h-
ad morgan to thank, without him asriel would never have flourished as well as he did.

xxxxclick. the doors slid open revealing a large room with seats all the way up the walls. asriel's eyes traced the room a-
nalysing the foreign dignitaries who were all staring down at him. soft mutterings, barely audible filled the arena-like sp
ace. the brunette ensured his face remained expressionless, he knew he was young for a captain but he left the academ
y with the highest scores they'd ever seen - asides that of his own mother many years ago. she was the main reason for--
asriel's obsession with becoming a guardian, her death would not be in vain. all the stories his father recounted spurred-
him on when he was fatigued, his body aching and bruised from endless hours of training. there were several times whe-
re morgan had to intervene and physically stop asriel from pushing his body from giving up on him. a lesson he's still yet
to fully understand.

xxxxa voice called out, silencing the room entirely. "captain ahn of the sacred guardians." a grin crept onto asriel's mo
uth, these were the words he'd dreamed of hearing ever since he was a young boy, even before his abilities manifested.
"today we bestow upon you, the scared crest of the guardians." a man stepped closer to him, taking his uniforms shir
t and placing the crest where his heart resides. applause filled the room. the new captain looked at his team, a comfo-
rting smile on his lips. he watched with pride as the others were awarded their crests, his claps were probably the loud
est in the room. this was the first time he'd met most of the crew he'd be spending the rest of his life with. it was an o-
dd feeling. he looked over at the smallest boy in the line-up, he must have been about nineteen, twenty.

xxxxgosh. he must be fresh from the academy. at least asriel had experience as part of his advanced leadership progra-
mme, where he was placed in charge of an army task force and forced to undertake hard missions. but for this boy he -
was looking at, it must be his first experience as part of a task force. it might even be his first time in space. worry pla
gued asriel's mind, sure he'd read everyone's files and they were all an impressive bunch but he only really knew morga
n, and even then they hadn't been close friends for a long while. he wondered how the personalities of these people w
ould mesh. he'd have to earn their respect somehow. his attention was then grabbed by the voice once again. "meet y
our new guardians. may they protect us all, no matter the cost." these words resonated in asriel's chest and not just
due to the sheer volume at which the words boomed. no matter the cost? he means death. asriel looked at his team o
nce again, hoping they'd de as dedicated to the cause as he was.

xxxxonce the ceremony was over the team were lead by a member of the intergalactic council to the docks, where th-
eir new home resided. looking down at his maroon shirt, the captain's colours. everything just seemed so surreal. was
this really happening, or was he just going to wake up hours later in his academy dorm like all the other times he'd se
en these events occur.
xxxx"your belongings have already been placed in your rooms on the ship, good luck on your mission."
asriel walked onto the deck, his hand running over the back of the captain's chair. he breathed in slowly looking aroun
d his new home until the task was over. "welcome aboard, my name is jung-hwan ahn, or captain ahn i guess." a sli-
ght chuckle left his mouth. "please introduce yourselves, and take to your stations."

[Seokjinnie]

X【Qᴇᴍᴇ 'ᴊᴇᴍ' ɴᴀʟᴋᴀᴇʟ】X
male || twenty || he's gay bro || communications || telepathy || radonian || tags; asriel,crew || ☆

They whole day was flying by while Qeme was stuck in a daze, too many unshielded minds to exhaust him by filtering them out. If anyone looked closely enough at him, he's sure that they would be able to tell that he was barely paying attention even his eyes were slightly glazed over. He was just going through the motions just as he had through his time in the academy, his aunt had told him that he should feel honored to be given this opportunity when he had only just graduated and with no experience under his belt. It wasn't a surprise that eyes were on him or that some were throwing judging doubtful thoughts his way like they were daggers. The small man had barely managed to not flinch, he was young and inexperienced, he knew that led to those questioning his place on the team, he even doubted why but he knew that he was the best in his class when it came to telepathic translation. It was just everything else that he struggled with, the sound of clapping broke through his daze.

Why is everyone clapping? His eyes darted over to where a young man, though definitely older than him, was getting the crest placed upon his uniform. A wave of recognition rushed over him, that was Captain Ahn, he had heard a lot about him in the academy and once again he remembered his aunt telling him he should feel honored. A few more names were called and then it came to him and managed to pull the strength into his legs to stand up and go receive his crest. He gave the man a soft smile as he fought to keep his mind focused. As soon as he moved away and all the thoughts came rushing back, all the energy drained from his body.

Qeme felt the heat of eyes on him and looked over to see his captain staring at him, his eyes slowly closed as he focused onto Asriel, it was too loud to pick up on solid thoughts but he could feel some shock radiating in the older man's mind. His eyes flew open and he glanced up at the Asriel once more before averting his gaze. He was sure that the tips of his ears were bright pink, he felt embarrassed at having gone into the man's mind and knew he would have to apologize as soon as he possibly could.

The trip to the docks blurred in his mind because suddenly he was on the ship and the captain was telling the team to introduce themselves and then go to their stations. Qeme waited for the others to introduce themselves before he quietly spoke up, " M-my name is Qeme Nalkael and I am the t-team's translator." He inwardly winced, he must sound like a weak little kid. Shaking off the thought and moving quickly to his station avoiding the eyes of the other team members. Though extremely nervous, a good deal of tension has eased from his shoulders and pain from his mind, compared to earlier, the level of everyone's thoughts was almost silent.

[mtuan,]

ＨＡＮ "ＯＬＩＶＥＲ" ＹＯＮＧ-ＨＯＯＮ
❝ ｉ’ｍ ｏｎｌｙ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｏｍｅ !! ❞
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tagged, Asriel, Qeme, Adonis (all mentioned) |etc, this whole post is just Oliver judging yall lmao. 1,048 words

Lazy. Lazy was perhaps the most suitable description for a blonde Radon citizen as he stood tall in his little corner of the room. He was clothed in his usual uniform, arms folded across his chest and blonde hair styled crisp and clean for the 'occasion'. Though he stood tall, his posture was rather lazy- slouched, mannerism casual and rather than keeping his hands by his side as was probably a common protocol for open conversation, there was no invitation by him in sight. The quiet, stoic man kept himself tucked in his little corner, away from the crowd (for the time being, of course) and though he looked rather bored and standoffish, little did anyone know of the preparation the half oganesson had to endure for his secret mission. But if there was one thing that was certain, his gaze was smoldering and intense in that moment, as if if he had stared for any longer at any given object, they would've burst into flames on the spot- not far from the truth though, given his elemental abilities.

Oliver Han had spent a good chunk of his training prior to today in repressing his thoughts, steeling his mind against potential aggressors, and compartmentalizing his secret from the rest of his floating ideas as a protective measure. Though the blonde man may not have known who it would be, he was well aware that there was a strong possibility, in this sea of speculators, that there would be at least one telepathic reader. And if Oliver wasn't careful, he could have foiled his entire mission before it'd even started- something that the man couldn't afford after coming this far already. The Radon citizen shakes his head a few minutes into his thoughts, his blonde fringes only giving slightly under the stiffness of the hair wax. He's already had far too many thoughts about this, someone could potentially pick up on his turbulent internal monologue already- he could've already given away too much information. And if not that, then surely there would be a pathokinetic in the crowd, perhaps, that had already picked up on the spike in his emotions. An Empathic, maybe. Oliver forces himself to inhale deeply and then exhale, pushing his chaotic mind back into the recesses of his brain. He replaces himself with a much more statue-like demeanor, mind hoping to go blank though he knows it's not entirely possible.

The man chooses to stay in his place even as the ceremony begins, refusing even a twitch of his muscles as he looks onward with dark eyes, dulled from good intent, but bright with a fierce determination. Oliver's mind is elsewhere from the ceremony until the room is suddenly quiet and a man's name is called. The halfer looks on with mild interest until Asriel comes into full view and Oliver couldn't help but break into a slight, lopsided smirk. Captain Ahn, huh? Quite the looker, this one is. Perhaps things just got interesting. There's a mild sort of interest now, though the blonde man knows it won't last for longer than a glance or two. They're in two different worlds and there was no way in hell that Oliver was going to derail from his original plans for some good looking captain of the intergalactic task force. Handsome features be damned.

Though Oliver would've been lying if he said he hadn't thought of redirecting his strategy a little bit- he'd originally hoped to stay in the shadows and pass off as a nobody for as long as he could possibly maintain the image for. But now? Well. Wouldn't it have been interesting to get chummy with the captain and acquire all his secrets before turning around in a full 180 to... (stab him when he least expected it?) ...the thought is immediately cut off with careful consideration. A deep chuckle pushes past baby pink lips without warning as these little wisps of the probabilities flit across Oliver's mind. Broken, fragmented, and little pieces scattered about to guard himself. Though the sound still startles the man and he has to shift his weight between his feet and readjust himself. Stupid... playing a kid's game here.

After the little ceremony, the man allowed himself to be led away with, of course, the newly deemed Captain at the forefront. They're shoved into a little room and then it all began. Oliver's eyes darted from one member of his "team" to the next, scanning over the features beginning with Asriel's and lingering upon Adonis'. Another one, huh? We might as well start a boy band rather than a task force at this rate. The council really needs to have their priorities checked if they're just picking up the good looking ones for propaganda posters- this one certainly would fit the mold, anyway.

Oliver would've been lying if he said he didn't miss the first half of Asriel's self introduction. Though he's sure he'd heard the most of it earlier anyway, he'd probably spouted more nonsense.

And of course, the next introduction of a fellow teammate is nothing more than another disappointment on the council's account. Qeme Nalkael, huh? Thank god he's a translator because by the looks of it, he could probably piss himself in a real battle. Did he even pass the height requirement? While his other two teammates were taller (much taller, in Asriel's case) than he, this one... was much shorter. A team of baboons? Was that what he had been shoved into?

He misses a beat with his thoughts, but Oliver clears his throat quickly upon realization. He's not sure why, but Oliver's gaze returns to Asriel when it's his turn (perhaps it just so happened to be that Asriel was their captain), "Jung-Hwan, hm? Oliver Han. Feel free to call me Han if you so please. I'm in charge of intel on this team.. don't you worry, you're in good hands here. Though I must say, this is a rather odd group, I've been pushed into."

And with that, the blonde man takes a couple leisurely strolls towards his own station and plops rather unceremoniously into his chair, legs splayed out, elbow resting casually against the armrest soon after. Though his gaze lingers between the still standing members, he doesn't say much more.