Blah blah fic, blah blah blah excerpts
So the new posting page makes the baby Jesus cry, but that's old news.
On my friends page, everything is Star Trek and nothing hurts.
I just posted a Tserillian!verse fic, because there's nothing like someone's birthday to give you an extra push. Christmas is Tuesday! And I am so excited!
Also posting execerpts. Because if it's out in public you guys have something to hold me to. ;)
So:
Telford looked startled, but what had he expected to hear? “There’s a problem with the ship that we could only fix with our flies open”? Telford could be pigheaded, but he wasn’t an idiot.
“Rush? Are you out of your mind? He tried to kill you! He killed me!”
“To be fair, an alternate traumatized version of Rush killed an alternate version of you. That’s not exactly the same.”
Telford glared. “Don’t bullshit me, Everett. That was literally an hour into the future; he was hardly a different person. And do I really need to remind you of the number of times he’s tried to take over the ship? How can you trust him?”
"Xenopedia" is a huge and incredibly detailed database. There's information for most known sentient species. THe bits the creators think are important are in a list at the top; the rest is dense text in a small size that can't be suitably scaled up.
He gives up on it to place his nightly vidcall to the Vulcan colony. Joanna should be about done with the perliminary test; as soon as the board decided on a placement she'd start school.
Their second day on Destiny, Spencer called Col. Young and several other type threes "knotwarmers" and challenged Young's authority. Young drop kicked him.
Greer had his hackles up, but Young waved him down - a pissing contest between type ones was the last thing he needed.
"If any other knothead has something to say, now would be the time."
No one moved.
On my friends page, everything is Star Trek and nothing hurts.
I just posted a Tserillian!verse fic, because there's nothing like someone's birthday to give you an extra push. Christmas is Tuesday! And I am so excited!
Also posting execerpts. Because if it's out in public you guys have something to hold me to. ;)
So:
Telford looked startled, but what had he expected to hear? “There’s a problem with the ship that we could only fix with our flies open”? Telford could be pigheaded, but he wasn’t an idiot.
“Rush? Are you out of your mind? He tried to kill you! He killed me!”
“To be fair, an alternate traumatized version of Rush killed an alternate version of you. That’s not exactly the same.”
Telford glared. “Don’t bullshit me, Everett. That was literally an hour into the future; he was hardly a different person. And do I really need to remind you of the number of times he’s tried to take over the ship? How can you trust him?”
"Xenopedia" is a huge and incredibly detailed database. There's information for most known sentient species. THe bits the creators think are important are in a list at the top; the rest is dense text in a small size that can't be suitably scaled up.
He gives up on it to place his nightly vidcall to the Vulcan colony. Joanna should be about done with the perliminary test; as soon as the board decided on a placement she'd start school.
Their second day on Destiny, Spencer called Col. Young and several other type threes "knotwarmers" and challenged Young's authority. Young drop kicked him.
Greer had his hackles up, but Young waved him down - a pissing contest between type ones was the last thing he needed.
"If any other knothead has something to say, now would be the time."
No one moved.