So, this is not only my first Homestuck fanfiction, but it is my first fanfiction completely. I tend to write only past two in the morning, so there is without a doubt many grammatical errors. But whatever. I really don't write stories, because I never feel motivated to continue them. I dunno if I will be motivated to continue this, as I tend to think my ideas are fails. xD Also, the cover image is still in the process of being made. And the genres, I am not sure if it is Sci-Fi exactly. I planned on it to be somewhat Sci-Fi, but my fingers have already decided things differently so far.
This story is what it is because my friends and I talked about possible ships. And I just had to make the Vriska and Nepeta happen. But yeah. Chapter 1. Set in several point of views. That is how I will go at this. Also, I will just assume that you all understand the troll's speaking ways, so I will not put too much emphasis on them. Finally, this is half trollstuck, half humanstuck. They are trolls, but in a more humanized world.
Well, enjoy! 3

This desolate wasteland was once beautiful. The hills rolled on and on, lush with greenery and free of spirit. Animals roamed without a care, growing fat and slow as though they had no worries in the world. The wind entwined itself through the thick trees, carrying a melodic tune with it. It was peaceful, and quiet.

Now, the trees are charred. The wind only carries along the essence of the dead. Some say that they could still hear their screams for mercy. The animals were few and far, coming out only at night to scavenge for whatever food they can find. They would even stoop to feasting on the dead of their fellow animals, whether they died from starvation, or they got in a fight with another animal. It was a dog eat dog world, and only the best would survive.

Luckily for Vriska and her group, they were the best.

"Excuse me, Sollux?" A soft voice called, following a knock on the door. The door cracked open a bit, sending short beams of light into the dark room.

"Yes? Come on in." Sollux adjusted his glasses, and minimized his computer programs. Even though he had to trust his team with his life, he still felt awkward to share what he was up to. It usually involved hacking into the database of the upper class, which was not really too much of a problem. They were not so strong when it came to technology.

Without hesitation, his visitor came in and shut the door behind her. Sollux felt his face warm up as he saw the outline of a familiar set of ram horns. All the lights in the room were currently off to prevent migraines (he tended to get them quite often), which also benefited in hiding his expressions. Or face color, for that matter.

Aradia crossed the room, and sat down opposite of his desk. "I just thought I would stop by and see how you are doing. Were you able to access the security of the bank?" Of course, she came in to ask him about his hacking. Never would she stop by just for a simple 'Hello', or 'Would you like to get some coffee?' or anything, for that matter. In these times, everything was serious. There was no time for goofing off. No time for casualties. No time for relationships. It was just fighting and working.

Sollux realized he was just staring at her, and he could feel her intent gaze staring back, awaiting his reply. "Er, yes. I was able to bypass the first three firewalls. I only need two more, and then the safe security code. But if this code is anything like the last one, it will be difficult to scramble."

"I figured as such." She sighed, leaning back in the chair. "So I already sent a team to try and steal a card key from the nearest enemy sector." Aradia looked back at Sollux. He could somewhat make out her features, being his eyes have adjusted to the dark. She smiled slightly, and leaned forward once more, placing her hand on top of his. "Let's see if you can crack the code before they make it back. I'm routing for ya!"

Sollux just kind of stared. It was not often that she would return the affection they once shared before the war. When many died, she realized that she had to step up and take authority. They were not so close anymore. But once in a while, it seemed as though they were the only ones on the planet. He pulled his hand out of hers to squeeze her fingers in his. "I'll get right to it, then." He said, staring into her eyes. She probably could not see his, what with both the darkness and his glasses, but sure enough, their eyes met like an unbreakable bond.

They sat like that for what seemed like hours, but in reality, it was no more than thirty seconds. Aradia was the one to break the silence as she stood up. She had more important business to attend to, as he did. But one thing was bothering him anyways... "Who did you send, by the way?"

Aradia, being already at the door, turned around and looked at him.

"UGH! Traveling with you is a fucking waste of time. Why would they send me, and YOU OF ALL PEOPLE to retrieve a fucking card, for a fucking bank, when Sollux could probably crack the code himself!? I mean, seriously. It is fucking ridiculous!" Karkat began to rant. They have been slinking along the tunnels for a good hour now, and he was getting frustrated. Not that he wasn't already before, but... Well, it is normal.

"Uhh... Well you know, all that hacking must be hard for Sollux... So, uhh, this would ease his troubles. I guess..." Tavros replied quietly. He was walking behind his raging comrade while holding the torch high. He is not so fond of fires, but Karkat insisted that since he was the taller of the two, he should hold it. Tavros did not question his reason, as he knew his place. Karkat DID seem to know what he was doing. "And uhmm... Maybe you should rant a little quieter... We are getting closer to our... destination."

Karkat stopped talking, and walked along in silence. Tavros could hear him grunt quietly to himself, as if he did just notice what point they were at. Some trolls just get too caught up with their heads in the clouds to really notice where they are at. Karkat then motioned for Tavros to be quiet (even though he was the quiet of the two), and pulled them to a halt at a rusty ladder. The thing is, these tunnels were actually the sewers. It just sounded too nasty to travel through the sewage. So they simply call them tunnels.

Karkat went first, swiftly climbing up the ladder. When he neared the top, he halted, listening for any sort of life on the other side that would interfere with their mission. He must have decided there were no threats, and lifted the manhole cover. He glanced around, just to make sure, then proceeded to pull himself the rest of the way out. He then motioned for Tavros to come, which he did after extinguishing his torch.

The duo slinked along alley ways, until their target stronghold was just around the corner. They did not need to discuss strategy, as this was already drilled into their heads before departure. After the two took a quick breather, they moved into action. Tavros hesitated, watched as Karkat disappeared behind the back of the building, and sighed as he gathered the will to do his part.

Tavros casually walked out to the front of the old wooden shack, and peeked inside the window. The shack was small, but every covenant of the enemy has access to the bank, making them an easy target. It was very nice, when you think about it, that the leader would actually allow any of them to take what they please. However, each transaction was tracked, and if they took too much, they would probably get in trouble. That is why it would be so much easier to take one of the enemy's keys rather than find and break one. That way, they would not be tracked.

There was three main rooms in this shack, and many other small and pointless ones. From here, Tavros could clearly see two out of three of the rooms. Two trolls were discussing stuff at a table, while another was passed out on a couch. He hoped that these were the only three, and that no others were in that third room.

Tavros stepped away from the window, and backed up till he was a good thirty feet from the wooden door. This was his duty. While Karkat sneaked around behind their backs, Tavros was supposed to set up a diversion. He always had to do this, and really disliked it. He lowered his head, pointing his enormous bull like horns at the door, and charged.

Karkat heard a loud splintering sound, and sudden uproar protruding from the inside the shack. Taking this as his queue, he opened up the back door and slinked in.

"...What on earth... What the hell are you doing!?" One of the trolls yelled. Karkat could hear, but not make out the muffled words of Tavros.

He looked around quickly, and stepped into the bedroom. He sighed with relief as nobody was in there, then began to rummage through the drawers and closets. He was about to give up, assuming they were all smart enough to keep their keys on them, when he found one single key tucked not so neatly under a pillow. Classic hiding place. He almost laughed about it.

Karkat quickly pocketed the key card, and dashed out. With no screw ups, he got to the back door and made his escape. Before completely leaving, he kicked over a garbage can to send a signal to Tavros that he was out. They both met up a block away at an alley way.

"Did you, uhh, get it safely?" Tavros asked him. Splinters of wood still stuck to his horns.

"No, I just left without it. Of course I got it!" Karkat shouted, silently, at him. They were still in enemy territory, so they could not make a ruckus. "Did the guards give you any trouble?"

"No... Not really. They seemed to, uhh, care more about their broken door than me."

"Well that's good. Let's get this fucking card back to the base." Karkat told him, taking lead back toward the tunnels.

"Excuse me, Ma'am?" A frail looking troll asked, peeking her head inside the room cautiously. She was very well aware that Vriska did not like to be bothered. Only during extreme circumstances will she let interruptions slide. And with how she is, it is impossible to tell if any situation is extreme or not. So all any troll could do was hope...

Vriska looked up at her. It was clear she had been smiling, but that expression was long gone when she matched her sharp eyes with this troll. "What do you want? It better be very important, or else..." She put her hand on Nepeta's head, and rubbed her thumb behind Nepeta's horn. Nepeta began to purr loudly. To rub that spot was like bliss to her.

"Erm, well you see... One of your cohorts just made a transaction of 42 million boonbucks." She told Vriska, shifting her feet uncertainly.

Vriska stopped rubbing Nepeta (causing her to pout), and looked at the troll in disbelief. "Did you say... 42 milion? What on earth could anyone possibly need with 42 million boonbucks!? Send someone to retrieve them, and bring them here. I wish to have a chat with them."

"Oh, absolutely!" The troll said, smiling. Her life was on the line just then, but the odds were in her favor. She nodded a farewell to Vriska, and quietly closed the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Vriska sighed and put her hand to her forehead. "I don't even know what I am hoping for more right now. Either that troll to have taken all that money from me, or it actually being that renegade group who stole it. I am growing weary of their constant resistance and shenanigans."

Nepeta rolled over to look up at Vriska, who was seated behind her. "What are you going to do if it is the renegades?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. She is so much like a cat, which makes Vriska smile. Vriska leaned down and patted her on the head.

"I don't know. I might send Eridan and his little fleet of fish trolls to track them down. They are strong, but annoying. So I wouldn't be too devastated if they did not come back." Vriska told her, running the back of her hand down Nepeta's cheek.

"Well, I like them because they remind me of fish! But then again, they do not taste nearly as good as fish do. But still. They carry that yummy fish smell!" Nepeta chirped.

Vriska laughed at that, then cupped Nepeta's face in her hands. "You can get some fish whenever you want, Nepeta." She told her, planting a small kiss on her forehead. "Just ask the chef. He'll prepare it perfectly." That shows how good the cook was, if Vriska was able to describe his dishes as 'perfect'.

Nepeta giggled, and pounced into Vriska's arms. She began to snuggle up to her (which was very adorable to Vriska), and whispered, "We should go out today. Like, a walk in the park. Or to the beach. Or the forest... Oh! Or a movie!"

Vriska put her arms around Nepeta. She was so warm and cuddly. She could not imagine a day without her little kitty to make it better. Before, everything to her was destruction and chaos. But now, Vriska did not even like killing. Which was odd for her. She just had to keep it up because of her reputation. She would lose everything she worked so hard to get. It was the fear in her followers that kept them working. "A walk sounds nice." Nepeta did sound excited for a movie, but Vriska knew how she got. They usually need to leave early because she just can't stay still for so long. She would need to get up and run around. "Where would you like to go?"

Nepeta laid her head down on Vriska's shoulder, lost in thought. "Hmm... how about the park? We don't go there very often." She said, finally coming to a decision.

"Then to the park it is." Vriska replied softly in Nepeta's ear. Knowing what she wanted, Nepeta turned her head to meet Vriska's lips. Their kisses used to be extravagant and hungry, but nowadays, it was soft and passionate. Except those moments where they get really playful, if you know what I mean.

The kiss lasted until a knock was heard at the door. Judging by the sound of resistance, it was the troll with the 42 million transaction. Knowing this meant business, Nepeta released Vriska, and crawled off to sit next to her. Vriska herself took a deep breath, and entwined her fingers with Nepeta's. In return, Nepeta flashed her a grin of support. Vriska gave a small smile, before turning her head to look to the door.

"Come in."

If you have any suggestions *shipping pairs, events, whatever*, feel free to let me know! I am completely open to them. I will admit, I am not planning this fanfic too much. So I can change it up quite a bit. However, some things are for certain in my brain. So I apologize if I cannot fit your preferences.