[Telemachus: Drabbles" "There and Back" [G]
Title: There and Back
Prompt: writerverse challenge #26 ‘we need more cowbell’ (write a drabble, then make it longer)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi set 23rd century)
Summary: “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
There and Back
Barrie slid back into the co-pilot’s seat of the shuttle pod Eumaeus and immediately stretched, long legs disappearing under the console, long arms brushing the ceiling bulkhead.
“We could have taken Penelope,” Winslow reminded him, not looking up from checking their course heading. “But you wanted a ‘smaller, more intimate atmosphere’.”
“I don’t seem to recall that,” he deadpanned.
She smiled. “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back. Besides, we need to see just how much trouble this batch of midshipmen get into without the two of us aboard.”
“Ten bucks says there’s a significant blood loss.”
“You’re on.”
Title: There and Back (Again)
Word Count: 257
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi set 23rd century)
Summary: “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back.”
There and Back (Again)
Barrie slid back into the co-pilot’s seat of the shuttle pod Eumaeus. He wriggled in his chair for a moment, then stretched, long legs disappearing under the console, long arms brushing the ceiling bulkhead.
“We could have taken Penelope,” Winslow reminded him, naming Telemachus’s mid-sized transport and not looking up from the console where she was checking their course heading. “But you insisted we take one of the shuttle pods, so we could have a ‘smaller, more intimate atmosphere’.”
“I don’t seem to recall that,” he deadpanned.
“No? Then maybe we ought to have our good ship’s doctor check you out when we get back, ‘cause you’ve got some kind of memory loss going on there.”
“How do you know it’s my memory loss?” he retorted. “You, my friend, are nine years my senior.”
“Mm-hmm,” Winslow replied, still studying her console. She held out her free hand, waggling her fingers until Barrie passed her one of the wrapped sandwiches he’d stashed in his pocket, then finagled it open with a one-handed move he’d never successfully been able to copy.
He scowled, an expression that lost something when she still didn’t look up at him. “I just realize why there was a height requirement on the old Earth navies’ submarine service.”
She did look up at him, then, smiling. “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back. Besides, we need to see just how much trouble this batch of midshipmen get into without the two of us aboard.”
“Ten bucks says there’s a significant blood loss.”
“You’re on.”
Title: There and Back (Once Again)
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi, set 23rd century)
Summary: “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back.”
There and Back (Once Again)
Barrie slid back into the co-pilot’s seat of the shuttle pod Eumaeus. He wriggled in his chair for a moment, then stretched, long legs disappearing under the console, long arms brushing the ceiling bulkhead.
“We could have taken Penelope,” Winslow reminded him, not looking up from the console where she was checking their course heading. Penelope was Telemachus’s larger transport, capable of carrying a crew of five comfortably, and up to fifteen for an extended period of time without taxing the life support systems. “But you insisted we take one of the shuttle pods, so we could have a ‘smaller, more intimate atmosphere’.”
“I don’t seem to recall that,” he deadpanned, twisting sideways in his chair, then wincing as something in his spine popped loudly. He stretched again, rolled his shoulders, then slumped back in his seat. “Really, I’m not sure that even sounds like something I’d say.”
“No?” she replied, lightly. “Then maybe we ought to have our good ship’s doctor check you out when we get back, ‘cause you’ve got some kind of memory loss going on there.”
“How do you know it’s my memory loss?” he retorted. “Typically, memory loss is something that afflicts the elderly. And you, my friend, are nine years my senior.”
“Mm-hmm,” Winslow replied, still studying her console. “You don’t have any objections to traveling through an asteroid field, do you?”
“What?” Barrie asked, sitting up quickly so that his feet hit the deck with a thump. “Tim, you can’t possibly- You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
She glanced up at him, flashing a mischievous smile. “Of course I am, Namir.”
Winslow turned back to her console again as it beeped, held out her free hand, waggling her fingers until Barrie passed her one of the wrapped sandwiches he’d stashed in his pocket when he’d gone into the rear compartment, then finagled it open with a one-handed move he’d never successfully been able to copy.
He scowled, an expression that lost something when she still didn’t look up at him. “I’m just starting to realize why there was a height requirement on the old Earth navies’ submarine service.”
She did look up at him, then, smiling. “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back. When we get back to Telemachus, you can stretch out in your very own bunk, which I know for a fact is exactly the right size because I helped you modify it when we took command.”
“My plan exactly,” Barrie said. “You’ll take care of the duty roster, right, Tim?”
“Besides,” she continued, ignoring his last comment, “we need to see just how much trouble this batch of midshipmen get into without the two of us aboard.”
Barrie unwrapped his own sandwich and peered at it for a moment, trying to determine if it really was roast beef like the packaging said. After a long moment, he gave up and took a bite. Close enough.
“Ten bucks says there’s a significant blood loss,” he said.
Winslow grinned. “You’re on.”
Current Mood:
tired
Prompt: writerverse challenge #26 ‘we need more cowbell’ (write a drabble, then make it longer)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi set 23rd century)
Summary: “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
There and Back
Barrie slid back into the co-pilot’s seat of the shuttle pod Eumaeus and immediately stretched, long legs disappearing under the console, long arms brushing the ceiling bulkhead.
“We could have taken Penelope,” Winslow reminded him, not looking up from checking their course heading. “But you wanted a ‘smaller, more intimate atmosphere’.”
“I don’t seem to recall that,” he deadpanned.
She smiled. “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back. Besides, we need to see just how much trouble this batch of midshipmen get into without the two of us aboard.”
“Ten bucks says there’s a significant blood loss.”
“You’re on.”
Title: There and Back (Again)
Word Count: 257
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi set 23rd century)
Summary: “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back.”
There and Back (Again)
Barrie slid back into the co-pilot’s seat of the shuttle pod Eumaeus. He wriggled in his chair for a moment, then stretched, long legs disappearing under the console, long arms brushing the ceiling bulkhead.
“We could have taken Penelope,” Winslow reminded him, naming Telemachus’s mid-sized transport and not looking up from the console where she was checking their course heading. “But you insisted we take one of the shuttle pods, so we could have a ‘smaller, more intimate atmosphere’.”
“I don’t seem to recall that,” he deadpanned.
“No? Then maybe we ought to have our good ship’s doctor check you out when we get back, ‘cause you’ve got some kind of memory loss going on there.”
“How do you know it’s my memory loss?” he retorted. “You, my friend, are nine years my senior.”
“Mm-hmm,” Winslow replied, still studying her console. She held out her free hand, waggling her fingers until Barrie passed her one of the wrapped sandwiches he’d stashed in his pocket, then finagled it open with a one-handed move he’d never successfully been able to copy.
He scowled, an expression that lost something when she still didn’t look up at him. “I just realize why there was a height requirement on the old Earth navies’ submarine service.”
She did look up at him, then, smiling. “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back. Besides, we need to see just how much trouble this batch of midshipmen get into without the two of us aboard.”
“Ten bucks says there’s a significant blood loss.”
“You’re on.”
Title: There and Back (Once Again)
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi, set 23rd century)
Summary: “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back.”
There and Back (Once Again)
Barrie slid back into the co-pilot’s seat of the shuttle pod Eumaeus. He wriggled in his chair for a moment, then stretched, long legs disappearing under the console, long arms brushing the ceiling bulkhead.
“We could have taken Penelope,” Winslow reminded him, not looking up from the console where she was checking their course heading. Penelope was Telemachus’s larger transport, capable of carrying a crew of five comfortably, and up to fifteen for an extended period of time without taxing the life support systems. “But you insisted we take one of the shuttle pods, so we could have a ‘smaller, more intimate atmosphere’.”
“I don’t seem to recall that,” he deadpanned, twisting sideways in his chair, then wincing as something in his spine popped loudly. He stretched again, rolled his shoulders, then slumped back in his seat. “Really, I’m not sure that even sounds like something I’d say.”
“No?” she replied, lightly. “Then maybe we ought to have our good ship’s doctor check you out when we get back, ‘cause you’ve got some kind of memory loss going on there.”
“How do you know it’s my memory loss?” he retorted. “Typically, memory loss is something that afflicts the elderly. And you, my friend, are nine years my senior.”
“Mm-hmm,” Winslow replied, still studying her console. “You don’t have any objections to traveling through an asteroid field, do you?”
“What?” Barrie asked, sitting up quickly so that his feet hit the deck with a thump. “Tim, you can’t possibly- You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
She glanced up at him, flashing a mischievous smile. “Of course I am, Namir.”
Winslow turned back to her console again as it beeped, held out her free hand, waggling her fingers until Barrie passed her one of the wrapped sandwiches he’d stashed in his pocket when he’d gone into the rear compartment, then finagled it open with a one-handed move he’d never successfully been able to copy.
He scowled, an expression that lost something when she still didn’t look up at him. “I’m just starting to realize why there was a height requirement on the old Earth navies’ submarine service.”
She did look up at him, then, smiling. “It’s just two days, Namir. There and back. When we get back to Telemachus, you can stretch out in your very own bunk, which I know for a fact is exactly the right size because I helped you modify it when we took command.”
“My plan exactly,” Barrie said. “You’ll take care of the duty roster, right, Tim?”
“Besides,” she continued, ignoring his last comment, “we need to see just how much trouble this batch of midshipmen get into without the two of us aboard.”
Barrie unwrapped his own sandwich and peered at it for a moment, trying to determine if it really was roast beef like the packaging said. After a long moment, he gave up and took a bite. Close enough.
“Ten bucks says there’s a significant blood loss,” he said.
Winslow grinned. “You’re on.”
Current Mood:
tired