They were, by the sound of things, being attacked. Richard was below, as per usual, assisting the surgeon because his bit of medical knowledge was enough to make him more useful in the infirmary than on deck. At present, the confused shouts led them to believe it was pirates, but Richard was trying to ignore it, because panicking wouldn't help ( Read more... )

Because the typists failed at India... we've decided to relocate to Alaska. Still A.U.

Richard was colder than he had ever been in his life, even bundled under several layers. It was snowing, though everyone assured him that it wasn't snowing hard, really. But after his long journey, he felt he had been dropped in an utterly alien landscape. ( Read more... )

Richard was a bit of a mess, though he was, thus far, succeeding at not showing it. He was on board a ship, just as he had imagined he'd be as a boy. Or, rather, not just like, as he was a soldier, and not a sailor. But it was still rather exciting. Exciting and nerve-wracking. And then there had been his hurried, private set of goodbyes, and ( Read more... )

Rock clearing was infinitely worse with sore and cramping muscles, and the drizzle made Richard fear he'd never be properly warm or dry again. He kept an eye on Tom as best he could, but really had nothing he could offer the other man now except his own silent support. Regardless of whether Tom continued to call him "sir" or not, there was really ( Read more... )

(Totally and utterly A.U.)Squadron Leader Richard Carstone was slightly nervous, but determined not to show it. It hadn't been long enough since his promotion for the shine to wear off of his new title, but like his nerves, his pride would have to wait for another time. Today he was meeting his new squad members, and the Wing Commander was going ( Read more... )