Okay, here goes. This is the first fanfic I have ever put on the internet, so I'm not totally sure what to do. This fic is the first in a series of four fics focusing on each of the primary Red Dwarf crew members. This is pretty much just a little character study, and that is what the other three are as well. Most of my fics are, I use writing as a way to get inside of the character's head. This is one of my earliest fics, and not all that great, really, but I like it. Probably because Rimmer is my favorite character. Now I need a disclaimer right? Sooooo.....
Disclaimer: If anyone wants to sue me, all they'll get are debts; I'm in college. That being said, nothing about Red Dwarf is owned by me. I wish Rimmer were, though. I'm in love with him.
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Captain Hollister was furious. He'd felt so sorry for Rimmer, who'd been moping around more dejectedly than usual since Lister had been put into stasis, that he'd actually given him a job with a little importance. Repair the drive plate. So simple that anyone in the would could do it with their eyes closed. Except for Rimmer. He'd botched it up. The story of Rimmer's life. The second anyone showed a little confidence in him, he'd botch it up. Rimmer didn't know why, or even how, he did.
"You can't do shoddy work on the drive plate, Rimmer!" fumed Hollister.
"I know sir, and I accept full responsibility for any consequences," replied Rimmer, a familiar refrain for him.
And then there cam a blinding light.
Rimmer knew instantly what it was. Not Cadmium II, that took a few secongs to recognize, but death. Rimmer had never believed the accounts of one's entire life flashing before their eyes right before their death. But they were true. Rimmer's whole life played out for him in a matter of seconds, not just the hightlights, but everything. One mistake after another. The only thing Rimmer had ever done right was to cause his own death. At that moment Rimmer knew that he had never been capable of achieving anything great and never would have even if he'd lived forever. But given time to decide on his last words he would have come up with a magnificent speech about genius being lost before it was realized. However, seeing as how had only the shortest of moments, Rimmer summed up his life in two words.
"Gazpacho soup," were Rimmer's last words.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," was his last thought.
And then Rimmer wasn't.
After being ressurected as a hologram, Rimmer would spend countless hours contemplating the three million years he had spent dead; searching for some memory, some feeling, anything. Be he couldn't. Death just wasn't. Some people described death as blackness, but it wasn't even that. Death just wasn't.
But then Rimmer was again.
Disclaimer: If anyone wants to sue me, all they'll get are debts; I'm in college. That being said, nothing about Red Dwarf is owned by me. I wish Rimmer were, though. I'm in love with him.
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Captain Hollister was furious. He'd felt so sorry for Rimmer, who'd been moping around more dejectedly than usual since Lister had been put into stasis, that he'd actually given him a job with a little importance. Repair the drive plate. So simple that anyone in the would could do it with their eyes closed. Except for Rimmer. He'd botched it up. The story of Rimmer's life. The second anyone showed a little confidence in him, he'd botch it up. Rimmer didn't know why, or even how, he did.
"You can't do shoddy work on the drive plate, Rimmer!" fumed Hollister.
"I know sir, and I accept full responsibility for any consequences," replied Rimmer, a familiar refrain for him.
And then there cam a blinding light.
Rimmer knew instantly what it was. Not Cadmium II, that took a few secongs to recognize, but death. Rimmer had never believed the accounts of one's entire life flashing before their eyes right before their death. But they were true. Rimmer's whole life played out for him in a matter of seconds, not just the hightlights, but everything. One mistake after another. The only thing Rimmer had ever done right was to cause his own death. At that moment Rimmer knew that he had never been capable of achieving anything great and never would have even if he'd lived forever. But given time to decide on his last words he would have come up with a magnificent speech about genius being lost before it was realized. However, seeing as how had only the shortest of moments, Rimmer summed up his life in two words.
"Gazpacho soup," were Rimmer's last words.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," was his last thought.
And then Rimmer wasn't.
After being ressurected as a hologram, Rimmer would spend countless hours contemplating the three million years he had spent dead; searching for some memory, some feeling, anything. Be he couldn't. Death just wasn't. Some people described death as blackness, but it wasn't even that. Death just wasn't.
But then Rimmer was again.