~WIP Excerpts~
In no particular order:
[NSFW]Their pants are open and Young doesn’t care about his back or his knee or what time of day it is. All that matters is what Rush is doing with his other hand. He’s too old to rut against a bulkhead like this - they both are - but he doesn’t care; he really doesn’t care.
The longer Young stayed on Destiny, the more convinced he was that it was labyrinth. There was two of pretty much everything, laid out in a pattern that made sense only to the Ancients, full of dead ends and empty rooms with no discernible purpose. A trap.
He scooted over and Eddie flopped on the bed beside him. For a moment, they were kids again - fifteen year old Leonard McCoy trying to convince six year old Edora Moore that this house wasn’t too bad - and any moment Naomi would stop lurking in the hall and come in to shoo her back to bed.
The door stayed shut; the moment was gone. Leonard’s a grown man and Naomi’s not there to make sure he’s sleeping.
Tana’s daughter Itu was five years old. She’d been showing her bending off to customers all day. “I’m a snowbender!” she announced, cleaning the walk to their back door.
“You’re going to be a sick-bender if you’re not careful,” Yoshi said. “Come inside.”
Tana frowned at the empty streets, uneasy. “Itu, go inside. Something isn’t right,” she whispered to Yoshi. “We should close early.”
Yoshi shrugged. “Business has been slow anyway.” He put on a smile. “Who wants closing dumplings?”
“I do!”
Itu dashed inside, leaving a mess of ice behind her. Yoshi chuckled and cleaned the mess with a gesture.
“We’ll be fine,” he said, placing a hand on Tana’s shoulder. “We’ll take the long way home, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t bend on the way.”
Tana covered Yoshi’s hand with her own.
Kirk was frowning at the 3D plans of the CAHRR/CRAM mass holding cells. “We could enter here, but that hallway will be littered with Spocks.”
“What about the south-side entrance?” Hikaru said. “Out of the way, seldom used-”
“And again, covered in Spocks. Unless you have a way of becoming invisible to every detection method in known history, or you have a plan to either disable the Spocks or call them off, there’s no way we’re getting in there.”
“I might have a solution to that.” Scotty had spent the meeting tossing a data chit at the ceiling. He closed his fist around it now and stood. “I was tinkering with Keenser and came up with a way to knock the Spock network offline. For good.”
[NSFW]Their pants are open and Young doesn’t care about his back or his knee or what time of day it is. All that matters is what Rush is doing with his other hand. He’s too old to rut against a bulkhead like this - they both are - but he doesn’t care; he really doesn’t care.
The longer Young stayed on Destiny, the more convinced he was that it was labyrinth. There was two of pretty much everything, laid out in a pattern that made sense only to the Ancients, full of dead ends and empty rooms with no discernible purpose. A trap.
He scooted over and Eddie flopped on the bed beside him. For a moment, they were kids again - fifteen year old Leonard McCoy trying to convince six year old Edora Moore that this house wasn’t too bad - and any moment Naomi would stop lurking in the hall and come in to shoo her back to bed.
The door stayed shut; the moment was gone. Leonard’s a grown man and Naomi’s not there to make sure he’s sleeping.
Tana’s daughter Itu was five years old. She’d been showing her bending off to customers all day. “I’m a snowbender!” she announced, cleaning the walk to their back door.
“You’re going to be a sick-bender if you’re not careful,” Yoshi said. “Come inside.”
Tana frowned at the empty streets, uneasy. “Itu, go inside. Something isn’t right,” she whispered to Yoshi. “We should close early.”
Yoshi shrugged. “Business has been slow anyway.” He put on a smile. “Who wants closing dumplings?”
“I do!”
Itu dashed inside, leaving a mess of ice behind her. Yoshi chuckled and cleaned the mess with a gesture.
“We’ll be fine,” he said, placing a hand on Tana’s shoulder. “We’ll take the long way home, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t bend on the way.”
Tana covered Yoshi’s hand with her own.
Kirk was frowning at the 3D plans of the CAHRR/CRAM mass holding cells. “We could enter here, but that hallway will be littered with Spocks.”
“What about the south-side entrance?” Hikaru said. “Out of the way, seldom used-”
“And again, covered in Spocks. Unless you have a way of becoming invisible to every detection method in known history, or you have a plan to either disable the Spocks or call them off, there’s no way we’re getting in there.”
“I might have a solution to that.” Scotty had spent the meeting tossing a data chit at the ceiling. He closed his fist around it now and stood. “I was tinkering with Keenser and came up with a way to knock the Spock network offline. For good.”