FD - Space
Alright, I am NOT done with the GF yet, but I figured that I might as well post everything else first. After cyanwitch picked the theme, I ended up dubbing this my "Space Odyssey Week". (So when I say "freighter", I mean as in cargo in space, just fyi.) And am cracky and sleepy right now, so... yeah. I dunno how some of these are really... oh well. Onward!
Title: Space (The Final Frontier)
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Note: This WAS originally planned to be a higher rating, but characters would not help me out. I think this is an OT3, which means I (or Sera) should be shot. Or Em, perhaps. Oh well, whatever. And... know what? I'll do a note after it.
Once, Luther had been on a planet so far from the Galactic Capital that the people had still retained the idea of “empty” space, a romantic notion that most societies that participated in any kind of interplanet travel and trade had quickly lost. If Luther hadn’t been raised on a trade planet in the middle of a busy industrial spaceport, he too might have held on to that illusion - but this trip today would have completely disillusioned him.
He looked around at the radars and charts and visuals that the helm of the Aegis projected for him, trying to figure out exactly what had happened in this area to leave such massive amounts of debris and, as his employer would call it, “salvageable materials”.
In other words, junk.
He shook his head as pieces of said junk thumped against the hull, but he didn’t worry - the Aegis was built to withstand battle, so surfing around a junkfield wouldn’t hurt it much more than chipping off some of the paint, and it needed a new paint job anyways. He glanced at the visuals of the port side and frowned, realizing that the sound had come from that side, but that no junk had been close enough to hit.
He reached for his pistol and got up, keeping his ears open for more sounds from that side. A few more bumps pointed him at one of the cargo holds - formerly sleeping quarters, but as the sole occupant of the ship, such things were unnecessary.
Luther took a deep breath before triggering the door and jumping inside, pointing his gun at the first thing - things - that moved. He froze, only centimeters from pulling the trigger, his frown deepening as he looked at the two Arulian kids that looked back at him - panic clear on their faces.
The kids - boys, which explained the fact that they were running around without hindrance and were dressed rather shabbily - moved closer together, and Luther could only sigh.
“Okay kids, what’s up?”
***
He was pretty sure that the story was fake, or at least that a hearty amount of the true story was left out, but this was free labor, and he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, who would miss a couple of Arulian twin boys if something were to go wrong? Not that he would hope for misfortune, of course.
Sighing, Luther stuck out his hand for the boys to shake. “Fine, I’ll take you on. Just know that if you steal, I will hunt you down. I have connections that you could never dream of.”
Both of them nodded, the slightly taller one adding, “We would never steal from you,” before moving over to shake his hand.
When he released the hand of the smaller and quieter twin, Luther knew something was wrong, and a piece of the puzzle of the mystery surrounding these two twins snapped into place.
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Alright, so the twins are Arulian, which is a matriarchal society. These aliens have a shorter gestation period, but tend to have boys a lot more than girls - therefore, girls inherit and are important and all that jazz. Twin girls is the rarest thing ever, but twins who are a boy and a girl is slightly less rare. In that case, if the boy is born first, he will be killed, but if the girl is born first, he will be spared.
Technically, the twins in this are a guy and a girl, though she's dressed like a boy and hiding herself. Twin boys are the most useless option, as there are always a ton of boys anyways. Kres is actually a princess, so she's running away, and Fren is watching out for her. Luther REALLY doesn't realize what exactly he's found hiding amongst his cargo. ^^ And some of this information is important for another fic this week.
OH! And yes, I was kinda shipping them. Like, not between the twins, but Luther with both of them. I should be shot.
Title: Extortion
Fandom: Original (Space Odyssey!)
Rating: G
Luther - known as Bob by most of his friends and co-workers after a few too many drinks - only smirked and laid down his cards, the only indication of his excitement a slight shifting in one eyebrow.
“Hoshit, Bob!” yelled one of the men, others echoing with similar statements - all except the man across from him, whose ship now had a new owner. The man - a local, rather than a space-head like most of the men and women in the bar - looked utterly depressed, and Luther made a note to himself to compensate the man, at least a little.
Though, to himself, Luther was gleeful, fully aware of the specs of the ship that was now his ticket out of this hellhole of a backspace planet that he had spent way too much time on. As he collected his winnings - slipping a decent amount into the pocket of the man who lost - and headed out to his new ship, he couldn’t help but chuckle and think of how much he would never regret this little bit of extortion.
Title: Devotion
Fandom: Original (Same as above)
Rating: G
Fren smiled a little as Kres ran ahead, looking back occasionally to make sure he was following. He waved her on, and followed, as he always did, smiling. Sure, their society raised the boys to always treat the women with respect and especially for male twins to look after their sisters, but he couldn’t help but think that his devotion to her was about who they were, not how they were raised.
He was Fren, younger brother of Princess Kresanarilatedro Krimoujilarequesna, heir to the throne of Mrielan, and he would protect her - Princess, sister, friend.
Title: Unplanned Works
Fandom: Digimon 02 (DaKe)
Rating: G
This was not what I imagined when I read that description. Daisuke thought, sighing as he looked up at the freighter, a ship which should have been manned by a small force of ten to thirty, but seemed to be rather uninhabited. Small ship looking for additional crew? I wouldn’t call that small, and where’s the crew?
***
The “crew” turned out to be five people about his own age, three boys and two girls, who seemed to be a little on the crazy side of things. Iori, the youngest of the crew, was the medic and moral compass on board, while Hikari was the cook and part-time therapist. Takeru was the weapons officer, while the mechanic was Miyako, a purple haired girl who traded off with Takeru on pilot and navigator duties.
But the captain of the freighter was a dark haired man by the name of Ken who seemed sullen and moody most of the time, and was never seen laughing, though a smirk was often seen instead.
It turned out that the other crew members - mostly Miyako and Takeru, but with input and support from Hikari and only input from Iori - had decided to hire another crew member who might be able to soothe their captain’s rough personality - and would possibly be able to help onboard, though that would just be an added bonus.
“Really, we can keep her running fine,” Miyako insisted at Daisuke’s skeptical look. “It’s just the Captain. If we can get him to be a little more human, it’ll make our job ten times easier. Besides, it can’t be that hard, right?”
“And if he doesn’t want me around?” Daisuke asked, and Takeru shrugged.
“At least we haven’t left the port yet. It’s better than being spaced.”
Daisuke could only grimace.
***
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“HOW MUCH?”
“ARE YOU INSANE?”
“THIS IDIOT COULDN’T-”
And that insult was when Daisuke had decided that he’d had enough of the crazy captain’s rant, and silenced the man with a solid kiss on his lips.
Miyako gasped, Iori pointedly looked away, Takeru whistled, and Hikari giggled, obviously regretting her lack of a camera at that moment.
“Give your crew a break man,” Daisuke said, shaking his head as he stepped back a bit from the captain who seemed almost too stunned to react.
“Get. Out.” He ordered, not looking away, but clasping on to Daisuke’s wrist to make it clear that the order was not for him.
Iori was the first out the door, while Takeru and Hikari had to half-goad and half-drag Miyako out. Daisuke couldn’t help but smile when he heard Takeru inform the purple-haired mechanic that she “never had a chance anyway”.
The auburn haired boy looked back to meet the other man’s eyes and felt his body temperature rise when he saw the look in those blue-purple orbs.
“Perhaps I was mistaken,” the other man whispered, and Daisuke smiled again, moving closer to the captain to capture his lips once more.
Title: Space (The Final Frontier)
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Note: This WAS originally planned to be a higher rating, but characters would not help me out. I think this is an OT3, which means I (or Sera) should be shot. Or Em, perhaps. Oh well, whatever. And... know what? I'll do a note after it.
Once, Luther had been on a planet so far from the Galactic Capital that the people had still retained the idea of “empty” space, a romantic notion that most societies that participated in any kind of interplanet travel and trade had quickly lost. If Luther hadn’t been raised on a trade planet in the middle of a busy industrial spaceport, he too might have held on to that illusion - but this trip today would have completely disillusioned him.
He looked around at the radars and charts and visuals that the helm of the Aegis projected for him, trying to figure out exactly what had happened in this area to leave such massive amounts of debris and, as his employer would call it, “salvageable materials”.
In other words, junk.
He shook his head as pieces of said junk thumped against the hull, but he didn’t worry - the Aegis was built to withstand battle, so surfing around a junkfield wouldn’t hurt it much more than chipping off some of the paint, and it needed a new paint job anyways. He glanced at the visuals of the port side and frowned, realizing that the sound had come from that side, but that no junk had been close enough to hit.
He reached for his pistol and got up, keeping his ears open for more sounds from that side. A few more bumps pointed him at one of the cargo holds - formerly sleeping quarters, but as the sole occupant of the ship, such things were unnecessary.
Luther took a deep breath before triggering the door and jumping inside, pointing his gun at the first thing - things - that moved. He froze, only centimeters from pulling the trigger, his frown deepening as he looked at the two Arulian kids that looked back at him - panic clear on their faces.
The kids - boys, which explained the fact that they were running around without hindrance and were dressed rather shabbily - moved closer together, and Luther could only sigh.
“Okay kids, what’s up?”
***
He was pretty sure that the story was fake, or at least that a hearty amount of the true story was left out, but this was free labor, and he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, who would miss a couple of Arulian twin boys if something were to go wrong? Not that he would hope for misfortune, of course.
Sighing, Luther stuck out his hand for the boys to shake. “Fine, I’ll take you on. Just know that if you steal, I will hunt you down. I have connections that you could never dream of.”
Both of them nodded, the slightly taller one adding, “We would never steal from you,” before moving over to shake his hand.
When he released the hand of the smaller and quieter twin, Luther knew something was wrong, and a piece of the puzzle of the mystery surrounding these two twins snapped into place.
***
***
***
Alright, so the twins are Arulian, which is a matriarchal society. These aliens have a shorter gestation period, but tend to have boys a lot more than girls - therefore, girls inherit and are important and all that jazz. Twin girls is the rarest thing ever, but twins who are a boy and a girl is slightly less rare. In that case, if the boy is born first, he will be killed, but if the girl is born first, he will be spared.
Technically, the twins in this are a guy and a girl, though she's dressed like a boy and hiding herself. Twin boys are the most useless option, as there are always a ton of boys anyways. Kres is actually a princess, so she's running away, and Fren is watching out for her. Luther REALLY doesn't realize what exactly he's found hiding amongst his cargo. ^^ And some of this information is important for another fic this week.
OH! And yes, I was kinda shipping them. Like, not between the twins, but Luther with both of them. I should be shot.
Title: Extortion
Fandom: Original (Space Odyssey!)
Rating: G
Luther - known as Bob by most of his friends and co-workers after a few too many drinks - only smirked and laid down his cards, the only indication of his excitement a slight shifting in one eyebrow.
“Hoshit, Bob!” yelled one of the men, others echoing with similar statements - all except the man across from him, whose ship now had a new owner. The man - a local, rather than a space-head like most of the men and women in the bar - looked utterly depressed, and Luther made a note to himself to compensate the man, at least a little.
Though, to himself, Luther was gleeful, fully aware of the specs of the ship that was now his ticket out of this hellhole of a backspace planet that he had spent way too much time on. As he collected his winnings - slipping a decent amount into the pocket of the man who lost - and headed out to his new ship, he couldn’t help but chuckle and think of how much he would never regret this little bit of extortion.
Title: Devotion
Fandom: Original (Same as above)
Rating: G
Fren smiled a little as Kres ran ahead, looking back occasionally to make sure he was following. He waved her on, and followed, as he always did, smiling. Sure, their society raised the boys to always treat the women with respect and especially for male twins to look after their sisters, but he couldn’t help but think that his devotion to her was about who they were, not how they were raised.
He was Fren, younger brother of Princess Kresanarilatedro Krimoujilarequesna, heir to the throne of Mrielan, and he would protect her - Princess, sister, friend.
Title: Unplanned Works
Fandom: Digimon 02 (DaKe)
Rating: G
This was not what I imagined when I read that description. Daisuke thought, sighing as he looked up at the freighter, a ship which should have been manned by a small force of ten to thirty, but seemed to be rather uninhabited. Small ship looking for additional crew? I wouldn’t call that small, and where’s the crew?
***
The “crew” turned out to be five people about his own age, three boys and two girls, who seemed to be a little on the crazy side of things. Iori, the youngest of the crew, was the medic and moral compass on board, while Hikari was the cook and part-time therapist. Takeru was the weapons officer, while the mechanic was Miyako, a purple haired girl who traded off with Takeru on pilot and navigator duties.
But the captain of the freighter was a dark haired man by the name of Ken who seemed sullen and moody most of the time, and was never seen laughing, though a smirk was often seen instead.
It turned out that the other crew members - mostly Miyako and Takeru, but with input and support from Hikari and only input from Iori - had decided to hire another crew member who might be able to soothe their captain’s rough personality - and would possibly be able to help onboard, though that would just be an added bonus.
“Really, we can keep her running fine,” Miyako insisted at Daisuke’s skeptical look. “It’s just the Captain. If we can get him to be a little more human, it’ll make our job ten times easier. Besides, it can’t be that hard, right?”
“And if he doesn’t want me around?” Daisuke asked, and Takeru shrugged.
“At least we haven’t left the port yet. It’s better than being spaced.”
Daisuke could only grimace.
***
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“HOW MUCH?”
“ARE YOU INSANE?”
“THIS IDIOT COULDN’T-”
And that insult was when Daisuke had decided that he’d had enough of the crazy captain’s rant, and silenced the man with a solid kiss on his lips.
Miyako gasped, Iori pointedly looked away, Takeru whistled, and Hikari giggled, obviously regretting her lack of a camera at that moment.
“Give your crew a break man,” Daisuke said, shaking his head as he stepped back a bit from the captain who seemed almost too stunned to react.
“Get. Out.” He ordered, not looking away, but clasping on to Daisuke’s wrist to make it clear that the order was not for him.
Iori was the first out the door, while Takeru and Hikari had to half-goad and half-drag Miyako out. Daisuke couldn’t help but smile when he heard Takeru inform the purple-haired mechanic that she “never had a chance anyway”.
The auburn haired boy looked back to meet the other man’s eyes and felt his body temperature rise when he saw the look in those blue-purple orbs.
“Perhaps I was mistaken,” the other man whispered, and Daisuke smiled again, moving closer to the captain to capture his lips once more.