WIP Amnesty, yadda yadda *handwave*
I've started (and not exactly finished) a bunch of random things in the past few months. Usually when I'm avoiding working on my own classwork, just like right now hahaha. As always, you can usually find them much faster through my delicious account. The list of things I want to write is approaching astronomical proportions now.
Generation Kill
Untethered - R/W - porn. porn. porn. Ray ties Walt up. I stopped in a rather horrible place and then never came back to it. I'm a horrible person.
Untitled Space AU - My doc file of notes for this is called "In the Future" cleverly enough. I haven't written enough of this to legitimate posting anything, mostly I have 8 pages of notes on the worldbuildng.
Nation states are a thing of the past, what few are left have been relegated to the status of the equivalent of the 3rd world in interspace politics. Corporations have taken over the universe in the wake of space colonization, replacing nations are the organizing factor of society. Bravo is a group of military ships sent to Chicane, a fugitive's paradise (the men call it Chicken). They’re sent to the plant years early, while talks of a potential rebellion are still just rumors in the back halls of the Parliament. Catching and founding up fugitives is their current mission, but they know it’s a pretext. Some of the politics of interaction can be about how they make “brok brok!” noises towards natives when they think they’re not looking. The powerplay of naming and dehumanization. Poke finds this distasteful, but knows that not working for the Hadar corporation isn't a realistic option. You work for whichever company whose planet or ship you were born on.
Brown Bears or the SPHERE Force - name of the fighting force they’re part of.
Texas Sharpshooter - R/W, originally started for the GK battle.
"Silent enim leges inter arma." (In times of war, the law falls mute) - Cicero
They never have enough time once they head into Iraq. Not enough time to sleep, to shit, or to stop thinking. Never enough time to themselves. Like porcupines shoved into a box, they’re always up in each other’s business and poking at the cracks. Stupid choices build like the grit that quickly covers them until they can’t walk away from this stupid game they’ve started.
It begins like this.
“Everyone does stupid shit in High School,” Ray declares incredulously.
“Nope,” Walt shouts down from his post on the Mk-19.
“Brad, back me up here, man. Do you really believe that Hasser stayed at home like a good little boy his entire life before becoming a devil dog?” Ray shoots a pleading glance sideways at Brad to back him up.
“Ray, I have no doubt that you had the spectrum of retarded shit covered by the time you graduated Middle School, let alone made it into your formative secondary education,” Brad replied placidly.
“Damn straight,” Ray says proudly.
“C’mon Hasser, you never smoked Weed? Dropped Acid? Slept with your girlfriend’s best friend? Banged a teacher?”
- Walt says he did nothing, Ray refuses to believe
- They go through various members of Bravo, Ray asking what stupid shit they did, Walt saying he never did that. Lilley: Gay chicken, Walt blushes, Ray suddenly realizes THAT is what Walt did.
- Ray starts playing, Walt refuses to back down, thinking he’s fucking with him
“See, it’s like hypo testing, you can’t use the same information to construct and test a hypothesis,” Ray breaks off when he takes in Walt’s blank look. “Never mind. Look, the Marines didn’t make me a fag. I’m pretty sure Iraq didn’t either, unless Saddam broke out a whole new kind of WMD. If that were the case it wasn’t very effective, was it? Rudy was already fruity and didn’t come out any gayer than he already was.
Inception
How I Miss Your Ranting, Do You Miss My All Time Lows? - A/E, Arthur has a journal that he keeps and the last few pages have been filled with things about Eames. He takes it everywhere with him just in case. One day, Eames is being noisy and finds it and now has to act like he hasn't read the diary, but keeps slipping up.
Deep Rim - A/E, It's always a performance, controlled and articulated to blur the lines of understanding. Eames finds out that Arthur has some rather interesting hobbies when he's not on the job.
Check Your References (also archived over at DW) - A/E, an old classmate of Eames' runs into them one afternoon. *finished
Trick or Treat (also archived over at DW) - A/E, Eames decides to dress up for Halloween, the rest of the team is highly entertained. Arthur has a slightly different reaction.
Generation Kill
Untethered - R/W - porn. porn. porn. Ray ties Walt up. I stopped in a rather horrible place and then never came back to it. I'm a horrible person.
Untitled Space AU - My doc file of notes for this is called "In the Future" cleverly enough. I haven't written enough of this to legitimate posting anything, mostly I have 8 pages of notes on the worldbuildng.
Nation states are a thing of the past, what few are left have been relegated to the status of the equivalent of the 3rd world in interspace politics. Corporations have taken over the universe in the wake of space colonization, replacing nations are the organizing factor of society. Bravo is a group of military ships sent to Chicane, a fugitive's paradise (the men call it Chicken). They’re sent to the plant years early, while talks of a potential rebellion are still just rumors in the back halls of the Parliament. Catching and founding up fugitives is their current mission, but they know it’s a pretext. Some of the politics of interaction can be about how they make “brok brok!” noises towards natives when they think they’re not looking. The powerplay of naming and dehumanization. Poke finds this distasteful, but knows that not working for the Hadar corporation isn't a realistic option. You work for whichever company whose planet or ship you were born on.
Brown Bears or the SPHERE Force - name of the fighting force they’re part of.
- Origin: habitable planets are part of the Green Belt or “Goldilocks Zone,” (because it's neither too hot nor too cold, but "just right"). And the Brown Bears are trained to deal with galatic zones too hard and too soft.
- Theoretically they’re called the Second Parliament of Hadar’s Ecosphere Reconnaissance and Extraterrestrial Force
- Outsiders call them SPHEREs or the SPHERE Force.
- They are considered anti-tech crusaders by some, esp other branches of the SPH’s military. They're very distrustful of the synchronicity of new technology. They call tech based troops 'borgs.
- There was no first P. of Hadar, oddly. There was the initial declaration of Earth as the capital of a newly expanding empire, followed by the first intergalactic war.
- Not the first, but the Earth didn’t know that.
- followed by the Treaty of Alchiba that established a more ‘legitimate’ and moved the seat of governance from Alchiba to Hadar. It was called the ‘second P. of Hadar’ in an entirely political and symbolic move b/c the Earth and other new member countries wanted recognition of the precursor in Earth’s prev regime - despite not being long lasting, parliamentary, nor in Hadar.
Texas Sharpshooter - R/W, originally started for the GK battle.
"Silent enim leges inter arma." (In times of war, the law falls mute) - Cicero
They never have enough time once they head into Iraq. Not enough time to sleep, to shit, or to stop thinking. Never enough time to themselves. Like porcupines shoved into a box, they’re always up in each other’s business and poking at the cracks. Stupid choices build like the grit that quickly covers them until they can’t walk away from this stupid game they’ve started.
It begins like this.
“Everyone does stupid shit in High School,” Ray declares incredulously.
“Nope,” Walt shouts down from his post on the Mk-19.
“Brad, back me up here, man. Do you really believe that Hasser stayed at home like a good little boy his entire life before becoming a devil dog?” Ray shoots a pleading glance sideways at Brad to back him up.
“Ray, I have no doubt that you had the spectrum of retarded shit covered by the time you graduated Middle School, let alone made it into your formative secondary education,” Brad replied placidly.
“Damn straight,” Ray says proudly.
“C’mon Hasser, you never smoked Weed? Dropped Acid? Slept with your girlfriend’s best friend? Banged a teacher?”
- Walt says he did nothing, Ray refuses to believe
- They go through various members of Bravo, Ray asking what stupid shit they did, Walt saying he never did that. Lilley: Gay chicken, Walt blushes, Ray suddenly realizes THAT is what Walt did.
- Ray starts playing, Walt refuses to back down, thinking he’s fucking with him
“See, it’s like hypo testing, you can’t use the same information to construct and test a hypothesis,” Ray breaks off when he takes in Walt’s blank look. “Never mind. Look, the Marines didn’t make me a fag. I’m pretty sure Iraq didn’t either, unless Saddam broke out a whole new kind of WMD. If that were the case it wasn’t very effective, was it? Rudy was already fruity and didn’t come out any gayer than he already was.
Inception
How I Miss Your Ranting, Do You Miss My All Time Lows? - A/E, Arthur has a journal that he keeps and the last few pages have been filled with things about Eames. He takes it everywhere with him just in case. One day, Eames is being noisy and finds it and now has to act like he hasn't read the diary, but keeps slipping up.
Deep Rim - A/E, It's always a performance, controlled and articulated to blur the lines of understanding. Eames finds out that Arthur has some rather interesting hobbies when he's not on the job.
Check Your References (also archived over at DW) - A/E, an old classmate of Eames' runs into them one afternoon. *finished
Trick or Treat (also archived over at DW) - A/E, Eames decides to dress up for Halloween, the rest of the team is highly entertained. Arthur has a slightly different reaction.