Disclaimer: don't own anything, probably never will.
A/N: following the success of my first first-person fic, here is another attempt to duplicate that glory.
'May you live in interesting times.' An ancient Chinese curse.
Harper
How could I put this?
I hate space travel. Strange, I know. Here I am, a startling genius, and I tremble at the thought of vacuum. Smart move, I know, would I ever make any other kind, I think not. But really I'm an engineer, there's a reason the engines are located so far within the ship, we aren't here to explore. Not really.
Anyways, back on track, I hate space travel.
It's all the more poignant at this moment with the ship lurching and the alert claxon threatening early deafness. I can barely hear the ships voice over the din, warning of a possible hostile boarding.
See these are the kind of things that happen in space. At home, when there's an invasion, it just happens. There's no warning or terrible waiting, not for long at least. It just happens and its over.
I thought, as a young man going in to space, that a change from that would be good. Boy was I ever wrong, and I don't admit to that very often. But I have found that I hate the waiting.
I can tell you now that its not Magog, they are distinctly noisy in their invasions, but not knowing is almost as bad if not worse, as being sure of who your enemy is. At home it was always one of two things, a hostile gang, or Nietszcheans. Here, in space, it could be anything from microscopic parasites, to zombies. Sad isn't it?
So hence, I hate space travel.
I haven't seen anyone since this latest crisis started. I was in the engine room, tinkering, at the time. Almost got knocked off the walkway at the first hit, and accidentally smooshed the internal communications control. Its not like I'm not gunna fix them, I just have to get to the central nexus because I totally destroyed the relay back there.
Oh look, another empty corridor, surprise, surprise.
At least with the internal comm's down no one can yell at me as I try to work, I really hate that. Course the down side is that I have no idea what's going on, I really hate that too.
Almost as much as I hate space travel.
~~~~1~~~~1~~~~1~~~~1~~~~
Tyr
I'm going to kill that boy. What worse time could there be to be without internal communications then in the middle of a battle? And granted it's a battle we are sure to win, but it is still a disadvantage. I hate being at a disadvantage.
So I'm going to kill that boy.
A/N: I'll write more as it comes to me. Gunna try to be amusing here, just have to get in to the swing, ya know.
A/N: following the success of my first first-person fic, here is another attempt to duplicate that glory.
'May you live in interesting times.' An ancient Chinese curse.
Harper
How could I put this?
I hate space travel. Strange, I know. Here I am, a startling genius, and I tremble at the thought of vacuum. Smart move, I know, would I ever make any other kind, I think not. But really I'm an engineer, there's a reason the engines are located so far within the ship, we aren't here to explore. Not really.
Anyways, back on track, I hate space travel.
It's all the more poignant at this moment with the ship lurching and the alert claxon threatening early deafness. I can barely hear the ships voice over the din, warning of a possible hostile boarding.
See these are the kind of things that happen in space. At home, when there's an invasion, it just happens. There's no warning or terrible waiting, not for long at least. It just happens and its over.
I thought, as a young man going in to space, that a change from that would be good. Boy was I ever wrong, and I don't admit to that very often. But I have found that I hate the waiting.
I can tell you now that its not Magog, they are distinctly noisy in their invasions, but not knowing is almost as bad if not worse, as being sure of who your enemy is. At home it was always one of two things, a hostile gang, or Nietszcheans. Here, in space, it could be anything from microscopic parasites, to zombies. Sad isn't it?
So hence, I hate space travel.
I haven't seen anyone since this latest crisis started. I was in the engine room, tinkering, at the time. Almost got knocked off the walkway at the first hit, and accidentally smooshed the internal communications control. Its not like I'm not gunna fix them, I just have to get to the central nexus because I totally destroyed the relay back there.
Oh look, another empty corridor, surprise, surprise.
At least with the internal comm's down no one can yell at me as I try to work, I really hate that. Course the down side is that I have no idea what's going on, I really hate that too.
Almost as much as I hate space travel.
~~~~1~~~~1~~~~1~~~~1~~~~
Tyr
I'm going to kill that boy. What worse time could there be to be without internal communications then in the middle of a battle? And granted it's a battle we are sure to win, but it is still a disadvantage. I hate being at a disadvantage.
So I'm going to kill that boy.
A/N: I'll write more as it comes to me. Gunna try to be amusing here, just have to get in to the swing, ya know.