Fic Dump
OK, there will be more over the coming days, but I figured I'd post what I've got so far from my writing prompt request. Which is still open, by the way! Enjoy!
For Miko, a Gale/Serph story where they're first forming the Embryon.
Warnings for some gore and violence.
Gale was going to die.
He couldn't remember how long he'd been in the wasteland, scratching out a meagre existence in the spaces between the Tribes, but it looked like it wasn't going to last much longer. He had been ambushed by a squadron of rookies who appeared to have banded together - not a Tribe, but something less than that. A group of desperate rogues who relied on one another for survival, but would likely shoot each other in the backs if it would save their lives.
Gale didn't yet know the word for honour, but he knew they didn't have any.
But that didn't really matter right now. He was pinned down behind a tumbledown wreck of a concrete wall barely large enough to provide cover for his whole body. It was already riddled with bullet holes, and he hoped its structural integrity would hold as more bullets chewed it up or whizzed past over his head and to either side.
Then a monstrous explosion shook the whole area. Gale ducked his head down and rolled into a ball as shrapnel and rock dust rained down all around him. He thought for a moment that his attackers had brought out some devastating new weapon, but then he heard the high-pitched shrieking of a badly wounded man who needed to be put out of his misery.
He paused for a moment, calculating odds, then poked his head cautiously up to see.
Three of his attackers were nothing more than red stains on the ground. The fourth lay where he was, writhing and shrieking in agony, his mangled hands covering a face that could no longer properly be called a face. A moment later, a single well-placed bullet ended his suffering.
There was a scrabbling sound on the slope above him and Gale rolled onto his back, bringing his rifle up to point, his finger squeezing on the trigger.
There was someone scrambling down the slope towards him, and something about his body language made Gale pause instead of blowing his head off. A moment later another rookie landed in a crouch ten feet away, his hands up in submission. His silver hair almost perfectly matched their eyes and the grey of their uniforms.
Gale lowered the gun. "You saved my life," he said, a simple statement of fact. "Why?"
"I've decided to form a new Tribe," the other man said, his voice soft. "I've been watching you, and I want you to help me."
"Who are you?" Gale asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Serph. And you?"
"Gale."
There was silence for a moment, then Gale nodded once. "I will help you."
There was a ghost, just a trace of smile on Serph's face. Then it was gone an instant later, too quickly for Gale to be sure he'd seen it. The silver-haired man held out a hand and Gale took it, and found himself hauled to his feet.
They stood for a moment, hands clasped.
"Come," said Gale's new leader, letting go and turning away. "I believe I have found a place that will be defensible. The others are already there, but we will need to recruit more."
Gale nodded and moved off after Serph. Maybe life was a possibility after all.
And for Michael, Trinity bonding tiems. No real warnings ^_^
"Miha-nii! Johan-niiiiiiiiiiiii~!"
Nena bounded into the common room of their ship, her wild red curls nearly brushing the top of the door in the low gravity as she entered. Johann was sitting at a computer terminal, typing away and gazing at the screen with focused attention. Michael lay sprawled over the couch, a girlie mag on his hand-held screen and his hand lying suspiciously close to his own groin as he read.
Johann didn't look around. "What is it, Nena?"
Michael groaned and pressed a hand to his temple. "Volume, Nena, volume. It's way too early for that shit."
"Right, it's morning!" Nena trilled. "That means it's time. So what did you get me for Christmas?"
She plunked herself down in a chair expectantly as her two brothers, the most wonderful brothers in the world, turned to stare at her blankly.
Okay, maybe they weren't that wonderful, after all.
"Christmas?" Johann echoed.
Michael rolled over on the couch and tossed his magazine aside. "What're you talkin' about?"
Nena pouted, her lower lip pouching out. "Christmas," she said exasperatedly. "Honestly, don't you pay attention to anything? Everyone's talking about it for weeks."
She jumped up and moved over to Johann's computer terminal, shoving him to the side with her hip as her eyes began to glow as she accessed the databanks. Michael got up with a groan and a crackle of vertebrae as he stretched, then drifted over to watch.
"See, look," she said as images began to fill the screen, pointing to a shot of New York Times Square dominated by an enormous Christmas Tree, then a shot of carollers, and a video of Santa Claus moving across the sky in his sleigh, pulled by eight flying reindeer.
"This fat dude flies around the world in one night-- I wonder if he's got GN particles, anyway he's obviously so fake-- and he gives presents to everyone," Nena explained. "Except like I said, he's fake, so everyone actually gives presents to each other. So where are my presents?"
Michael and Johann exchanged glances.
"Well, Nena, we didn't--" Johann began calmly, but Michael held up his hand, a crafty smile spreading across his lips.
"I've got your present, Nena, but we gotta get in our Thrones to go get it. Sound good?"
Nena looked at him distrustfully for a moment, but then beamed and jumped to her feet. From the look on Michael's face, it was going to be a great present.
~ ~ ~
They entered atmosphere an hour later, red GN particles turning the sky as crimson as Santa's sleigh.
"Watch this, sis," Michael said as they encircled a mobile suit factory and people below began to point upwards and run for their lives. The factory squatted like a spider in the middle of a parking lot, but it looked a bit like a gingerbread house, all sugar-coated with the snow, with the smoke rising from the stacks like the smoke from a chimney above a cheerfully crackling fire.
Then the Trinities let fly with their missiles, and things began to blow up.
The explosions made the most beautiful colours. Just like fireworks, but with more screaming. It was the best Christmas ever.
For Miko, a Gale/Serph story where they're first forming the Embryon.
Warnings for some gore and violence.
Gale was going to die.
He couldn't remember how long he'd been in the wasteland, scratching out a meagre existence in the spaces between the Tribes, but it looked like it wasn't going to last much longer. He had been ambushed by a squadron of rookies who appeared to have banded together - not a Tribe, but something less than that. A group of desperate rogues who relied on one another for survival, but would likely shoot each other in the backs if it would save their lives.
Gale didn't yet know the word for honour, but he knew they didn't have any.
But that didn't really matter right now. He was pinned down behind a tumbledown wreck of a concrete wall barely large enough to provide cover for his whole body. It was already riddled with bullet holes, and he hoped its structural integrity would hold as more bullets chewed it up or whizzed past over his head and to either side.
Then a monstrous explosion shook the whole area. Gale ducked his head down and rolled into a ball as shrapnel and rock dust rained down all around him. He thought for a moment that his attackers had brought out some devastating new weapon, but then he heard the high-pitched shrieking of a badly wounded man who needed to be put out of his misery.
He paused for a moment, calculating odds, then poked his head cautiously up to see.
Three of his attackers were nothing more than red stains on the ground. The fourth lay where he was, writhing and shrieking in agony, his mangled hands covering a face that could no longer properly be called a face. A moment later, a single well-placed bullet ended his suffering.
There was a scrabbling sound on the slope above him and Gale rolled onto his back, bringing his rifle up to point, his finger squeezing on the trigger.
There was someone scrambling down the slope towards him, and something about his body language made Gale pause instead of blowing his head off. A moment later another rookie landed in a crouch ten feet away, his hands up in submission. His silver hair almost perfectly matched their eyes and the grey of their uniforms.
Gale lowered the gun. "You saved my life," he said, a simple statement of fact. "Why?"
"I've decided to form a new Tribe," the other man said, his voice soft. "I've been watching you, and I want you to help me."
"Who are you?" Gale asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Serph. And you?"
"Gale."
There was silence for a moment, then Gale nodded once. "I will help you."
There was a ghost, just a trace of smile on Serph's face. Then it was gone an instant later, too quickly for Gale to be sure he'd seen it. The silver-haired man held out a hand and Gale took it, and found himself hauled to his feet.
They stood for a moment, hands clasped.
"Come," said Gale's new leader, letting go and turning away. "I believe I have found a place that will be defensible. The others are already there, but we will need to recruit more."
Gale nodded and moved off after Serph. Maybe life was a possibility after all.
And for Michael, Trinity bonding tiems. No real warnings ^_^
"Miha-nii! Johan-niiiiiiiiiiiii~!"
Nena bounded into the common room of their ship, her wild red curls nearly brushing the top of the door in the low gravity as she entered. Johann was sitting at a computer terminal, typing away and gazing at the screen with focused attention. Michael lay sprawled over the couch, a girlie mag on his hand-held screen and his hand lying suspiciously close to his own groin as he read.
Johann didn't look around. "What is it, Nena?"
Michael groaned and pressed a hand to his temple. "Volume, Nena, volume. It's way too early for that shit."
"Right, it's morning!" Nena trilled. "That means it's time. So what did you get me for Christmas?"
She plunked herself down in a chair expectantly as her two brothers, the most wonderful brothers in the world, turned to stare at her blankly.
Okay, maybe they weren't that wonderful, after all.
"Christmas?" Johann echoed.
Michael rolled over on the couch and tossed his magazine aside. "What're you talkin' about?"
Nena pouted, her lower lip pouching out. "Christmas," she said exasperatedly. "Honestly, don't you pay attention to anything? Everyone's talking about it for weeks."
She jumped up and moved over to Johann's computer terminal, shoving him to the side with her hip as her eyes began to glow as she accessed the databanks. Michael got up with a groan and a crackle of vertebrae as he stretched, then drifted over to watch.
"See, look," she said as images began to fill the screen, pointing to a shot of New York Times Square dominated by an enormous Christmas Tree, then a shot of carollers, and a video of Santa Claus moving across the sky in his sleigh, pulled by eight flying reindeer.
"This fat dude flies around the world in one night-- I wonder if he's got GN particles, anyway he's obviously so fake-- and he gives presents to everyone," Nena explained. "Except like I said, he's fake, so everyone actually gives presents to each other. So where are my presents?"
Michael and Johann exchanged glances.
"Well, Nena, we didn't--" Johann began calmly, but Michael held up his hand, a crafty smile spreading across his lips.
"I've got your present, Nena, but we gotta get in our Thrones to go get it. Sound good?"
Nena looked at him distrustfully for a moment, but then beamed and jumped to her feet. From the look on Michael's face, it was going to be a great present.
~ ~ ~
They entered atmosphere an hour later, red GN particles turning the sky as crimson as Santa's sleigh.
"Watch this, sis," Michael said as they encircled a mobile suit factory and people below began to point upwards and run for their lives. The factory squatted like a spider in the middle of a parking lot, but it looked a bit like a gingerbread house, all sugar-coated with the snow, with the smoke rising from the stacks like the smoke from a chimney above a cheerfully crackling fire.
Then the Trinities let fly with their missiles, and things began to blow up.
The explosions made the most beautiful colours. Just like fireworks, but with more screaming. It was the best Christmas ever.