Thimble-Flash: Throw Down the Gauntlet
Title: (untitled)
Fandom/'verse: Magic-punk fantasy
Summary: Nyalla the catgirl engineer confronts one of the ship's armor pilots
Prompter:
aldersprig's Thimbleful Thursday Prompt for 11 September 2014, Throw Down the Gauntlet
Triggers/Warnings: Off-page child struck
Note: Mostly unedited.
Words: 435 (within the 360-440 word goal)
The hatch of the ship's mess hall slammed open so hard it bounced back at the woman who had opened it. Gray furred ears and bronze eyes scanned the room before she stalked into the room.
"Nyalla? This is your shift is it not? Is there a problem?"
"Apologies Berun, this shouldn't take long."
Turning from her fellow kellian she strode forward once more, pressing into the personal space of one particular human mage-armor pilot.
"Tell me, are you merely a coward or fool and a coward both?"
Roan bumped the table as he tried jumping to his feet. Getting glares from his table mates for the jostling before he turned and glared down at Nyalla. Even if she was barely as tall as his shoulders she didn't back away, staring back as he growled at her.
"What did you say wrench rat?"
"So, a fool too. I will keep this simple for you. If you have a problem with an apprentice mechanic, speak to me or speak to Berun."
"This about the brat? He scratched up my armor's arm and nearly jammed the gears." Hearing muttering from the other pilots he grinned and leaned down face to face. "Brat got what he earned."
"Don't think you scare me boy. Outside your armor you're nothing. The age I first faced death you were still crying to your mother about bad dreams. Touch any kid on this ship again and I'll challenge you. And after finishing that I'll break your armor down for scrap parts."
"Just try it ra-"
"Roan, plug your hole before she shuts it for you." At Sergeant Landis's words Road looked around and found half the table glaring not at the wrench rat but him. "If that brat is who I think he's got more right to be here than you."
"It's not like I cut him. A few bruises ought to toughen him-" The dwarf sitting to Roan's pulled him down by his shirt smashing Roan's shoulder to the table with a crack.
"There are two boy's apprenticed down there and I served with their parent's, now you weren't so daft as to say it was good you hurt one of my lost friend's kids were you?"
Nyalla grinned for just a moment then gave the sergeant a nod before turning and spotting a pair of her mechanics at the hatch, heavy tools none to subtly carried in hand.
"This isn't a show, if you've time to gawk you've got time to be back to work!" Her smile as she advanced on them not at all matching her words.
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Fandom/'verse: Magic-punk fantasy
Summary: Nyalla the catgirl engineer confronts one of the ship's armor pilots
Prompter:
aldersprig's Thimbleful Thursday Prompt for 11 September 2014, Throw Down the Gauntlet
Triggers/Warnings: Off-page child struck
Note: Mostly unedited.
Words: 435 (within the 360-440 word goal)
The hatch of the ship's mess hall slammed open so hard it bounced back at the woman who had opened it. Gray furred ears and bronze eyes scanned the room before she stalked into the room.
"Nyalla? This is your shift is it not? Is there a problem?"
"Apologies Berun, this shouldn't take long."
Turning from her fellow kellian she strode forward once more, pressing into the personal space of one particular human mage-armor pilot.
"Tell me, are you merely a coward or fool and a coward both?"
Roan bumped the table as he tried jumping to his feet. Getting glares from his table mates for the jostling before he turned and glared down at Nyalla. Even if she was barely as tall as his shoulders she didn't back away, staring back as he growled at her.
"What did you say wrench rat?"
"So, a fool too. I will keep this simple for you. If you have a problem with an apprentice mechanic, speak to me or speak to Berun."
"This about the brat? He scratched up my armor's arm and nearly jammed the gears." Hearing muttering from the other pilots he grinned and leaned down face to face. "Brat got what he earned."
"Don't think you scare me boy. Outside your armor you're nothing. The age I first faced death you were still crying to your mother about bad dreams. Touch any kid on this ship again and I'll challenge you. And after finishing that I'll break your armor down for scrap parts."
"Just try it ra-"
"Roan, plug your hole before she shuts it for you." At Sergeant Landis's words Road looked around and found half the table glaring not at the wrench rat but him. "If that brat is who I think he's got more right to be here than you."
"It's not like I cut him. A few bruises ought to toughen him-" The dwarf sitting to Roan's pulled him down by his shirt smashing Roan's shoulder to the table with a crack.
"There are two boy's apprenticed down there and I served with their parent's, now you weren't so daft as to say it was good you hurt one of my lost friend's kids were you?"
Nyalla grinned for just a moment then gave the sergeant a nod before turning and spotting a pair of her mechanics at the hatch, heavy tools none to subtly carried in hand.
"This isn't a show, if you've time to gawk you've got time to be back to work!" Her smile as she advanced on them not at all matching her words.
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