Post by Muse on Aug 15, 2012 12:56:41 GMT 10
Title: Space Cowboy
Rating: PG
Team: SotL/TI
Prompt: We may experience some slight turbulence and then...explode.
Word Count: 837
Summary: AU: Here be the norm on HMS Askew, of the 17th Adjunct Unit.
Author's Note: See, Griff? I do deliver on my promises
The deck rolled and pitched beneath Miri’s feet, and she stumbled into the mesh-covered guardrail for a brief moment before crashing against the far wall.
Through the window beside her, the interplanetary sky-scape spun wildly.
Growling under her breath, Miri shoved away from the wall and into another headlong run down the corridor. The whine of the engines shook the grating beneath her feet, and with an unpleasant twist of her stomach, Miri slammed her palm against the glowing red button.
In front of her, the door to the main control deck slid open, revealing a flurry of activity and a view through the main viewport as frenetic as the one Miri had glimpsed through the starboard viewport.
Shoving through the new recruits in their sleek, untouched copper uniforms, Miri fought her way to the bridge, where one figure in scarlet edged in gold shouted orders and hauled the ship’s wheel to the right.
“Commander, what is going on?” She shrieked, over the sound of the ship’s alarm as it began to blare and lights around the control room flashed red.
Evin Larse, commander of the Seventeenth Adjunct Group and current commanding officer of HMS Askew, braced himself against the wheel, bellowing, “Bring her around, boys! Level us out!”
On the lower floor, trainees flew across the control panels, flipping switches and scanning readouts as the HMS Askew flew headlong into another series of barrel rolls. One trainee paused, hand hovering over a green switch and a black button, and Miri threw herself towards the bridge’s rail. “Not that button, Trainee Natan, not the black butt—“
The sudden lack of gravity within the control room flung recruits and officers in every direction as their feet left the floor.
“Anchor yourselves!” Commander Larse bellowed as he hung, upside down, from the wheel. Around them, the reel and snap of safety lines clipping from the copper and scarlet uniforms to various sections of the bridge secured the crew moments before an impact off of the port-side sent people into collision courses with each other.
Gripping the rail, Miri dragged herself back to the bridge control panel. “Commanding Officer Larse, this is Second CO Miri Walker reporting to the bridge for duty, and—“ She broke off, catching sight of the computer screen below her, its glow illuminating her features. “Are we in—“ Miri pulled herself closer to the screen nearest her, quickly double-checking the readouts before bursting out: “Evin Larse, are we in the middle of an asteroid belt?”
Evin, his blonde hair flopping in his face, grinned grimly at her as he attempted to regain control of the wheel. “Ah, er, well I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that little—“
His grip slipped, sending him floating towards the ceiling, which was currently replacing the floor beneath them. “Will someone please turn the gravity back on—“ The sudden return of weight sent Evin hurtling back to the bridge. “Thank you,” he wheezed to the room at large.
The sound of the retrograde thrusters lessened as the main floor stabilized, and for the first time the view from the bridge became clear and steady.
“Ah, crew and officers of HMS Askew, Seventeenth Adjunct Group, this is your Commander speaking: we appear to have emerged from deep space in the midst of an asteroid belt.”
Miri pulled herself to her feet and began tracking the fastest route out of the field. “Chief Navigational Officer and Second CO Walker fastening on our intergalactic location, sir!”
The sounds of other booster thrusters firing up shook the bridge for a moment, and Evin gripped the wheel, refastening his safety lines to the bridge struts. “I suggest you all buckle in for the duration of our time spent on this detour… as we might continue to experience slight turbulence…” Evin’s voice grew quieter and quieter. “…and explode.”
“Not the time!” Miri hissed across the bridge, but re-checked her own straps. “May I suggest a very hasty retreat via the— would you please hold onto the wheel and steer the ship, Evin?”
Evin stared at her view screen, tracking the red routes on the three-dimensional map projected six inches from the screen’s surface. Without his attention, the ship wheeled in a circle, the stars in the viewport blending into long streaks of light before Evin recaptured the wheel and stopped the hair-raising spinning of the HMS Askew.
Grinning at Miri, Evin pointed to the clear black point on the horizon of the asteroid belt. “You’re on my ship, Walker, Her Majesty’s Glorious Ship Askew. You should have known better than to expect smooth skies with me.”
Miri grit her teeth and hung onto the rail. “I should have known better than to expect sanity and a long life with you, Larse.”
“Fire forward thrusters, maintain position!” Evin barked, and Askew lurched towards the freedom of open space. Taking one hand off of the wheel, Evin patted Miri’s white-knuckled grip. “Psh. I love you too.”
Miri held on and stuck out her tongue.
Rating: PG
Team: SotL/TI
Prompt: We may experience some slight turbulence and then...explode.
Word Count: 837
Summary: AU: Here be the norm on HMS Askew, of the 17th Adjunct Unit.
Author's Note: See, Griff? I do deliver on my promises
The deck rolled and pitched beneath Miri’s feet, and she stumbled into the mesh-covered guardrail for a brief moment before crashing against the far wall.
Through the window beside her, the interplanetary sky-scape spun wildly.
Growling under her breath, Miri shoved away from the wall and into another headlong run down the corridor. The whine of the engines shook the grating beneath her feet, and with an unpleasant twist of her stomach, Miri slammed her palm against the glowing red button.
In front of her, the door to the main control deck slid open, revealing a flurry of activity and a view through the main viewport as frenetic as the one Miri had glimpsed through the starboard viewport.
Shoving through the new recruits in their sleek, untouched copper uniforms, Miri fought her way to the bridge, where one figure in scarlet edged in gold shouted orders and hauled the ship’s wheel to the right.
“Commander, what is going on?” She shrieked, over the sound of the ship’s alarm as it began to blare and lights around the control room flashed red.
Evin Larse, commander of the Seventeenth Adjunct Group and current commanding officer of HMS Askew, braced himself against the wheel, bellowing, “Bring her around, boys! Level us out!”
On the lower floor, trainees flew across the control panels, flipping switches and scanning readouts as the HMS Askew flew headlong into another series of barrel rolls. One trainee paused, hand hovering over a green switch and a black button, and Miri threw herself towards the bridge’s rail. “Not that button, Trainee Natan, not the black butt—“
The sudden lack of gravity within the control room flung recruits and officers in every direction as their feet left the floor.
“Anchor yourselves!” Commander Larse bellowed as he hung, upside down, from the wheel. Around them, the reel and snap of safety lines clipping from the copper and scarlet uniforms to various sections of the bridge secured the crew moments before an impact off of the port-side sent people into collision courses with each other.
Gripping the rail, Miri dragged herself back to the bridge control panel. “Commanding Officer Larse, this is Second CO Miri Walker reporting to the bridge for duty, and—“ She broke off, catching sight of the computer screen below her, its glow illuminating her features. “Are we in—“ Miri pulled herself closer to the screen nearest her, quickly double-checking the readouts before bursting out: “Evin Larse, are we in the middle of an asteroid belt?”
Evin, his blonde hair flopping in his face, grinned grimly at her as he attempted to regain control of the wheel. “Ah, er, well I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that little—“
His grip slipped, sending him floating towards the ceiling, which was currently replacing the floor beneath them. “Will someone please turn the gravity back on—“ The sudden return of weight sent Evin hurtling back to the bridge. “Thank you,” he wheezed to the room at large.
The sound of the retrograde thrusters lessened as the main floor stabilized, and for the first time the view from the bridge became clear and steady.
“Ah, crew and officers of HMS Askew, Seventeenth Adjunct Group, this is your Commander speaking: we appear to have emerged from deep space in the midst of an asteroid belt.”
Miri pulled herself to her feet and began tracking the fastest route out of the field. “Chief Navigational Officer and Second CO Walker fastening on our intergalactic location, sir!”
The sounds of other booster thrusters firing up shook the bridge for a moment, and Evin gripped the wheel, refastening his safety lines to the bridge struts. “I suggest you all buckle in for the duration of our time spent on this detour… as we might continue to experience slight turbulence…” Evin’s voice grew quieter and quieter. “…and explode.”
“Not the time!” Miri hissed across the bridge, but re-checked her own straps. “May I suggest a very hasty retreat via the— would you please hold onto the wheel and steer the ship, Evin?”
Evin stared at her view screen, tracking the red routes on the three-dimensional map projected six inches from the screen’s surface. Without his attention, the ship wheeled in a circle, the stars in the viewport blending into long streaks of light before Evin recaptured the wheel and stopped the hair-raising spinning of the HMS Askew.
Grinning at Miri, Evin pointed to the clear black point on the horizon of the asteroid belt. “You’re on my ship, Walker, Her Majesty’s Glorious Ship Askew. You should have known better than to expect smooth skies with me.”
Miri grit her teeth and hung onto the rail. “I should have known better than to expect sanity and a long life with you, Larse.”
“Fire forward thrusters, maintain position!” Evin barked, and Askew lurched towards the freedom of open space. Taking one hand off of the wheel, Evin patted Miri’s white-knuckled grip. “Psh. I love you too.”
Miri held on and stuck out her tongue.