Hello, everybody.
Lyrrik: Go Red Sox! *waves little 'Red Sox' pennant and then bops Billybob with it.
Oh, and Silver's views on the current US president aren't meant to piss anyone off, it's just what she thinks. Same goes for Lyrrik's ridiculous views on the Red Sox and Billybob.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters. The phrase 'spoon-bug' is also mine, but does not appear in this chapter.
Lyrrik: *nudges me and points*
Oh, wait, it already has. Whatever.
'...this is Silver's brain's running commentary on life, the universe, and everything, a.k.a. thoughts...'
Project Athena- Chapter VIII: Introductions
Pheniks was the first to quit gawking.
"Well," she said, "it would appear that Cougar was right. Come and meet the crew."
'...well, here I am...why the hell not find out who all these people are...'
Silvertree came closer. "This," Pheniks said, indicating Cougar with a hand gesture, "is Cougar, ship's medic. These are Tee and Wynn." The identical women nodded. "It's not easy to tell them apart by looks, but Wynn is the one with the temper. That's Lynx." The person who had been doing electrical work gave Silver a small smile.
'...why do these people look so different?...Lynx's hair was at least six inches shorter before...this is weird...'
"Sketch is busy in the mess- doing dishes," Pheniks continued. "Yak is our operator, but she's out trying to beg, borrow or steal more solder for Lynx." Right on cue, another person came walking in from the other end of the room, slightly out of breath and looking flushed.
'...her hair reminds me of carrots...why am I thinking random garbage at a time like this?...'
"Sorry I took so long- oh! Sleeping Beauty has rejoined the world at large! Welcome..." her voice trailed off as Pheniks gave her a withering glare.
'...mental note to self: never piss off Pheniks...not ever...'
"This," Pheniks said, using the tone usually reserved for describing something slimy and dead dragged in by the cat, "is Yak." Yak seemed to shrink under Pheniks' death glare, but as she was approximately six foot tall, it didn't make much difference. After a brief, uncomfortable silence, Yak sidestepped behind Cougar to try and hide from Pheniks' glowering, which produced a rather laughable image: a six-foot girl trying to hide behind a man at least eight inches shorter.
'...hah!...poor Yak...I wouldn't wish that glare on my worst enemy...well, maybe George Bush, but no one else...'
After another silent moment, Lynx said quietly, "Yak, I need that solder- the engine level wall looks like something disemboweled it. Messily." Yak handed over a small spool half-full of solder to Lynx who took it and disappeared down the ladder. Cougar followed her, leaving Yak exposed once more to the wrath of Pheniks, but Pheniks was no longer paying her any attention. Tee wandered off in the other direction, muttering something about a missing spanner set. Wynn and Pheniks exchanged a look, and Wynn moved to one of the dentist-esqe chairs and began doing something to it.
'...maybe she's checking it over...I hope I didn't mess it up- that's the one I looked at...'
Wynn turned and gave Yak and raised her eyebrows at Yak. "What're you waiting for?" she demanded. "Hell to freeze over?"
"If it's anywhere 'round here, I wouldn't be all that surprised if it did," Yak muttered darkly, rubbing her arms and shivering slightly. She too walked over and was lost from view behind the tangle of monitors and machinery.
'...what're they doing?...I'm not sure I like this...'
"Now," Pheniks said to Silver, "I said that all would be explained, didn't I?
'...the phrase that springs to mind is something like 'no shit- and about time, too!'.'
Silver thought sourly as she followed Pheniks to the chair where Wynn was standing. She noticed that Yak was busy with the bank of screens, but before she could wonder what was being done, Pheniks was telling her to "Sit down, lie back, and don't tense up. It's only worse if you do."
'...what's worse?...I don't like this one bit...'
"Relaxed?" Pheniks was asking as Silver followed her previous instructions.
'...I'd be a whole heck of a lot more relaxed if you'd tell me what's going on...'
Pheniks evidently didn't really give a darn whether Silvertree was relaxed or not, because without waiting for an answer, she turned and asked Yak "Ready?" Yak must have nodded, because Pheniks said "Good." Turning to Silver once more, she informed her "This'll feel a bit odd, but only for a moment."
'...what'll feel odd?...why isn't anybody telling me anything?...damn...'
She heard a slight metallic noise somewhere behind her head, and suddenly a sensation of something so cold-feeling that it hurt shot through her head, starting at the plug in the base of her skull.
'...odd just doesn't cover it...'
she thought, yelling a random expletive and wincing.
'...now that's odd...shouldn't a shout that loud echo in this blasted building...ship...whatever?...'
The cold feeling was fading, and she opened her eyes, which she had squeezed shut in response to the whatever-it-was. "What the..." her voice trailed off as she surveyed her surroundings in nothing short of full- fledged astonishment. ***
Lyrrik: *Looks smug*
She's happy because she took out Billybob's batteries and now he's dead. *sniffles*
Lyrrik: No he's not! *replaces batteries* And Billybob is a robot, and therefore genderless.
Billybob: *Eyes light up* *Nothing else happens*
See? He's dead!
Lyrrik: Stick his nose into your palm pilot's serial cradle and press the 'synchronize' button.
*I do so*
Billybob: Meep! Synchronization complete! Meep! Meep!
He lives!
Lyrrik: Grrr.Dammit. *goes off to plot Billybob's gruesome demise*
Lyrrik: Go Red Sox! *waves little 'Red Sox' pennant and then bops Billybob with it.
Oh, and Silver's views on the current US president aren't meant to piss anyone off, it's just what she thinks. Same goes for Lyrrik's ridiculous views on the Red Sox and Billybob.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters. The phrase 'spoon-bug' is also mine, but does not appear in this chapter.
Lyrrik: *nudges me and points*
Oh, wait, it already has. Whatever.
'...this is Silver's brain's running commentary on life, the universe, and everything, a.k.a. thoughts...'
Project Athena- Chapter VIII: Introductions
Pheniks was the first to quit gawking.
"Well," she said, "it would appear that Cougar was right. Come and meet the crew."
'...well, here I am...why the hell not find out who all these people are...'
Silvertree came closer. "This," Pheniks said, indicating Cougar with a hand gesture, "is Cougar, ship's medic. These are Tee and Wynn." The identical women nodded. "It's not easy to tell them apart by looks, but Wynn is the one with the temper. That's Lynx." The person who had been doing electrical work gave Silver a small smile.
'...why do these people look so different?...Lynx's hair was at least six inches shorter before...this is weird...'
"Sketch is busy in the mess- doing dishes," Pheniks continued. "Yak is our operator, but she's out trying to beg, borrow or steal more solder for Lynx." Right on cue, another person came walking in from the other end of the room, slightly out of breath and looking flushed.
'...her hair reminds me of carrots...why am I thinking random garbage at a time like this?...'
"Sorry I took so long- oh! Sleeping Beauty has rejoined the world at large! Welcome..." her voice trailed off as Pheniks gave her a withering glare.
'...mental note to self: never piss off Pheniks...not ever...'
"This," Pheniks said, using the tone usually reserved for describing something slimy and dead dragged in by the cat, "is Yak." Yak seemed to shrink under Pheniks' death glare, but as she was approximately six foot tall, it didn't make much difference. After a brief, uncomfortable silence, Yak sidestepped behind Cougar to try and hide from Pheniks' glowering, which produced a rather laughable image: a six-foot girl trying to hide behind a man at least eight inches shorter.
'...hah!...poor Yak...I wouldn't wish that glare on my worst enemy...well, maybe George Bush, but no one else...'
After another silent moment, Lynx said quietly, "Yak, I need that solder- the engine level wall looks like something disemboweled it. Messily." Yak handed over a small spool half-full of solder to Lynx who took it and disappeared down the ladder. Cougar followed her, leaving Yak exposed once more to the wrath of Pheniks, but Pheniks was no longer paying her any attention. Tee wandered off in the other direction, muttering something about a missing spanner set. Wynn and Pheniks exchanged a look, and Wynn moved to one of the dentist-esqe chairs and began doing something to it.
'...maybe she's checking it over...I hope I didn't mess it up- that's the one I looked at...'
Wynn turned and gave Yak and raised her eyebrows at Yak. "What're you waiting for?" she demanded. "Hell to freeze over?"
"If it's anywhere 'round here, I wouldn't be all that surprised if it did," Yak muttered darkly, rubbing her arms and shivering slightly. She too walked over and was lost from view behind the tangle of monitors and machinery.
'...what're they doing?...I'm not sure I like this...'
"Now," Pheniks said to Silver, "I said that all would be explained, didn't I?
'...the phrase that springs to mind is something like 'no shit- and about time, too!'.'
Silver thought sourly as she followed Pheniks to the chair where Wynn was standing. She noticed that Yak was busy with the bank of screens, but before she could wonder what was being done, Pheniks was telling her to "Sit down, lie back, and don't tense up. It's only worse if you do."
'...what's worse?...I don't like this one bit...'
"Relaxed?" Pheniks was asking as Silver followed her previous instructions.
'...I'd be a whole heck of a lot more relaxed if you'd tell me what's going on...'
Pheniks evidently didn't really give a darn whether Silvertree was relaxed or not, because without waiting for an answer, she turned and asked Yak "Ready?" Yak must have nodded, because Pheniks said "Good." Turning to Silver once more, she informed her "This'll feel a bit odd, but only for a moment."
'...what'll feel odd?...why isn't anybody telling me anything?...damn...'
She heard a slight metallic noise somewhere behind her head, and suddenly a sensation of something so cold-feeling that it hurt shot through her head, starting at the plug in the base of her skull.
'...odd just doesn't cover it...'
she thought, yelling a random expletive and wincing.
'...now that's odd...shouldn't a shout that loud echo in this blasted building...ship...whatever?...'
The cold feeling was fading, and she opened her eyes, which she had squeezed shut in response to the whatever-it-was. "What the..." her voice trailed off as she surveyed her surroundings in nothing short of full- fledged astonishment. ***
Lyrrik: *Looks smug*
She's happy because she took out Billybob's batteries and now he's dead. *sniffles*
Lyrrik: No he's not! *replaces batteries* And Billybob is a robot, and therefore genderless.
Billybob: *Eyes light up* *Nothing else happens*
See? He's dead!
Lyrrik: Stick his nose into your palm pilot's serial cradle and press the 'synchronize' button.
*I do so*
Billybob: Meep! Synchronization complete! Meep! Meep!
He lives!
Lyrrik: Grrr.Dammit. *goes off to plot Billybob's gruesome demise*