Fic Update No. 3

Sep 16, 2011 11:04

I hate being inspired for a fic in progress but not actually being able to get the words out. It's one of the most frustrating feelings, second to sleeping limbs, or perhaps muscle twitching. In this case, it's my as-yet-untitled MCR Alien-AU. So, I give you guys an excerpt.The descent of the ship onto the planet was terrifying. Bryar piloted the vessel, but it still shuddered and shook, many times worse than it had leaving the space station. Soldier 5344-1 sat wide-eyed and tense in the seat next to him. Ray had strapped him into it, so he would not jar. He felt restrained, but he ignored the way his instincts tried to rebel against this feeling. For all that he wanted to fight against the straps, he knew that they would keep him safe.

As the boat shook around them, Soldier 5344-1 clutched tightly to the arms of his seat. He wondered how his twin was doing. He knew Ray was with him; the only reason he himself was not was because Frank had told him to see his world. Nonetheless, he swallowed hard and made a small sound. He hoped Soldier 5344-2 was not distressed. Bryar looked at him, but returned his attention to the window. Soldier 5344-1 followed his gaze. The view was hindered at first by some strange orange glow and a wall of yellowed whiteness. Then it cleared, the shaking stopped, and Soldier 5344-1 gasped.

The planet was one enormous red mass. It was interspersed here and there with patches of yellow, and as they drew nearer, Soldier 5344-1 realized they were plants. Their descent slowed, and then stopped, at Bryar’s will, still far from the ground. It was disorienting, seeing his home from so high. Because of the high winds and unforgiving sand storms that at times plagued the world, even the yellowed trees were too short to provide any height. And here he sat now, above even the height of the mountains in which his hive resided. Soldier 5344-1 stared in awe. He took a deep breath: He expected to smell dry, musky air. He was disappointed.

“Bryar?” Frank’s voice crackled through the ‘comms’, and Soldier 5344-1 tore his eyes from the view to watch Bryar. “Do your thing.”

“On it, Boss.”
Current word count: 39,316

fandom:my chem, writing, public, fandom:oh no!, uncut

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