Category: SID


  • Author’s Note: These messages were sent immediately after the events on Perdition (Hard Parole Chapters 12 – 18)

    SECURE COMM | UNTIMESTAMPED | ENCRYPTION: LUX-VIOLENTIA

    TO: Geist
    FROM: Shade
    SUBJECT: Liquid Silk & the Morality Olympics

    Dearest Murder-Master,

    Before you polish that moral high ground any shinier, I’d like to clarify a few factual items re: the recent pharmacological scandal:

    1. No, I didn’t choose to dose Wraith with Liquid Silk. It’s not like we keep a MedBay stocked with your tidy little hypo options and SID-standard trauma protocols. We’re in the back end of Perdition with a bunch of half-feral acolytes, two operating needles, and just enough duct tape to make a decent confession booth.
    2. Yes, I knew it would lower her defenses. You know what else lowered her defenses? Seven cracked ribs and a two-day adrenaline crash. So maybe give me a medal for not just smothering her in Void oil and calling it a sacrament.
    3. Also yes, I stayed. I didn’t leave her alone. I didn’t fuck her. I didn’t even make a cult joke. I held the line.
    4. Until she kicked me off the cot. Twice. That’s growth.

    Now, if you’re worried about Kael’s delicate sensibilities, rest assured he passed his first real test. He didn’t break her, didn’t fuck her, didn’t flinch. And in doing so, he made himself indispensable.

    Congratulations! You’ve got your emotionally tethered asset pair. Should last until one of them breaks the universe. Or each other.

    But if this is your passive-aggressive way of saying you’d have handled it better?
    Cool.

    Next time you can drag your ghostly ass out of the shadows and be the one getting blood on your hands.

    With love and illicit biochem,

    —Shade
    Prophet. Patient zero. Emotional war crime.

    P.S. You’re not mad about the Silk. You’re mad she let someone else see her. Don’t lie to me. I know your tells.


    REDACTED COMM | PRIORITY: SHADOW-LIT | ORIGIN: UNKNOWN NODE

    TO: Shade
    FROM: Geist
    SUBJECT: Re: Liquid Silk & the Morality Olympics

    Shade,

    You always mistake my silence for permission.You always mistake my anger for guilt.

    Let’s be clear.

    You dosed her with Liquid Silk, Shade.

    Not Silk-72B. Not trauma protocol. Not anything remotely medical. Liquid Silk is an aphrodisiac wrapped in a mercy drug, engineered to break control.

    And I know you know that. Because I taught you the formula.

    You say you held the line.
    Good.
    You don’t get a reward for that. You get a baseline level of decency.

    As for Kael…

    Yes, he passed the test. And no, I’m not surprised. He has restraint buried so deep it might as well be fused to his bones.

    But don’t pretend that was your intent. You were angry. Jealous. Curious.
    You pushed, because you wanted to see what would crack.
    And now you’ve bound them tighter than any mission file.

    That’s not strategy. That’s sabotage disguised as insight.

    The difference between us, Shade, is that I’ve never confused loyalty with possession.

    You want absolution for what you did?
    Tell her the truth.
    Or don’t.

    We both know it won’t change what happens next.

    Geist
    Director Emeritus, Ghost Command
    Unforgiven. Unrepentant. Watching.

  • Presenter: Karina “Spook” Chekova

    Training Audience: Junior field operatives, unfortunate interns, and that one guy from Fleet HR who thinks trust falls count as security clearance.

  • CLASSIFIED ADDENDUM // VOID-ISSUED BUT UNACKNOWLEDGED


    Filed under protest by: @ShadeVoidCult
    Document Title:
    “Why the Spoon Was a Gift and You’re All Ungrateful”
    (aka: Cursed Is a Matter of Perspective)


    1. INTENTION:
    The Spoon (Object 27B, if we must be clinical) was handcrafted with care, malice, and limited blood magic.
    It was meant to stir spiritual stagnation, metaphorical soup, and bureaucratic dread.

    2. EFFECTIVENESS:

    • It made coffee taste like consequence.
    • It levitated during a particularly dull budget meeting. That’s called “engagement.”
    • It gravitated to Geist’s coat pocket because it respects power dynamics.
      Honestly, that’s more than most of your agents accomplish in a week.

    3. SYMBOLISM:
    The Spoon is a parable in utensil form.
    You can either use it to stir change,
    or fear it while your tea curdles in mediocrity.
    Choose wisely. And maybe steep longer.

    4. MISINTERPRETATION:
    Geist: “It’s a psychological hazard.”
    Shade: That’s called introspection, sweetheart.
    Spook: Gets it. Everyone else? Cowards.


    5. FOOTNOTE – RECOMMENDED USES:

    • Stirring dissent
    • Scooping cursed gelatin
    • Tapping ominously during interrogations
    • Framing as Void-Modernist Art
    • “Forgetfulness Enhancer” during breakups

    6. FINAL WORDS (FOR NOW):
    I gave you a tool of subtle rebellion and interdimensional elegance.
    And you filed it under hostile cutlery.
    No wonder your tea tastes like resignation.

    You’re welcome.
    🖤🕳️🥄
    – Prophet Shade