Lyrrik: *yawns enormously* *falls out of air and crashes to floor*
Ow...I'm alive...
*picks Lyrrik up and sets her next to the soma cube on the desk* *makes bed out of soma cube*
Lyrrik: Ah, the wonders of the soma cube... *curls up and sleeps*
*yawn...* here goes...
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Project Athena and the characters. Surprised? I thought not.
'...thoughts look like this...okay?...'
Project Athena- Chapter XIV: Morning
Silver was awakened when something made a sudden, jarring noise and the lights came on, flooding everything in an unnatural white light.
"Damn!...I'm awake already, stupid alarm clock!" Silver groused, sitting up and rubbing her eyes and finally remembering where she was.
'...well, damn again!...'
Shivering, she ventured out to find the others, who she figured would know what to do. Yak and a short girl with violently curly blond hair who could only be Sketch were in the hallway in similar states of bleariness. As the three of them made their way in the direction of the mess, Pheniks peeked out of her room, looked at them, and retreated.
'...need sleep...'
Lynx was already in the mess, looking like an owl at high noon. She obligingly made space for them to all crowd onto the benches, and after consuming more goop and water, Silver was starting to feel more like herself. Tee, Wynn, and Pheniks had joined them by then, which left only Cougar unaccounted for. When she said as much, though, she didn't get the answer she was expecting.
"Cougar," Lynx informed her dryly, "may be anywhere by now. After all, the lights have only been on for what is it?- ten minutes?"
"Seventeen," Sketch corrected. "Bloody morning people."
A moment or two later, Cougar himself came in, looking very like the cheerful, energetic students in Silver's morning math classes whom she disliked so much.
'...and I thought that they needed a good thwap 'round the head!...'
"Yak!" he said far too cheerfully, "The Agamemnon wants your help with a squiddy that blundered into the sector 1a EMP."
'...and what, pray, is a 'squiddy', anyway?...and why isn't anyone telling me anything?...'
"I say that if they need help cutting down a dead robot into spare parts, they're a lot of bloody incompetents and I don't want anything to do with them," Yak said indifferently.
'...a 'squiddy' is a robot?...now would it have really been such an inconvenience to tell me that at some point?...'
"One of their torches is broken."
"So lend them one of ours," Yak said in exasperation. "Look- I have better stuff to do today than dissecting dead squiddies. The torches are with the other tools."
'...'better stuff'?...let's hope that doesn't include dragging me 'round Athena again...'
"Well, fine. Be that way," Cougar said in tones of mock offendedness.
"Ah, shove it up your-"
"That is quite enough from both of you," Lynx said firmly, sensing that her captain was still too sleepy to do anything about the conflict. "Yak- watch your language. Cougar- shut up and take the damn torch over."
'...darn...that situation had potential to be at least somewhat funny...'
Flushing very pink, Cougar left, presumably in search of a torch. A few minutes went by before Lynx shooed Yak out. "G'wan then. You know what they say: no rest for the wicked. Get going."
"I may have a reputation for wickedness, but what about Silvertree?" Yak asked hopefully. "You've got nothing on her- doesn't she get a rest?"
'...I resent that somewhat, though I can't see why...'
"Nice try. Scram, Yak." Lynx paused for a moment before adding, "Go on, Silvertree."
"On my way," Silver replied, stifling a yawn. "And please, call me Silver." She followed Yak to the Core, asking "By the way, what's going on, anyway?"
"Training's going on."
'...what?...'
"Training?" she inquired.
"Procedure, maintenance, weapons, armed and unarmed combat, assorted other stuff..." Yak replied. "You want me to go on? There's quite a list."
'...oh- kay then...'
"Nah. That's all right."
"Good. Just take a seat there-" Yak indicated one of the chairs "-and we can get started."
'...yeah...sure...whatever...'
Silver flopped into the chair Yak had pointed out. Something metallic clicked behind her head.
'...just like last time...'
"Hold it a moment- what're you doing back there, anyway?" she demanded.
"Shoving a seven-inch data transmission spike into your skull, of course." Yak sounded as though this should have been obvious.
"Ah. That would explain the feeling, then."
"I s'pose." Before Silver could think of some acid remark to make in response, the frozen feeling shot through her head again. As it faded, she opened her eyes, only to find that she was still in the ship.
'...what?...'
Seeing the quizzical look on her face, Yak explained "No program loaded." She sat in she chair by the monitors and inserted some sort of disk. Placing her hand lightly on the keyboard, she turned and inquired, "Ready?"
***
Lyrrik: Yes, SandryLark and me are both duly ashamed of being terrible people and updating so bloody late. Flame at will. Oh, and SandryLark was really tired while writing this- can you tell?
Hello to the real-life inspirations for Dessa and Voldie, who may or may not be reading this at the moment.
*picks Lyrrik up and sets her next to the soma cube on the desk* *makes bed out of soma cube*
Lyrrik: Ah, the wonders of the soma cube... *curls up and sleeps*
*yawn...* here goes...
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Project Athena and the characters. Surprised? I thought not.
'...thoughts look like this...okay?...'
Project Athena- Chapter XIV: Morning
Silver was awakened when something made a sudden, jarring noise and the lights came on, flooding everything in an unnatural white light.
"Damn!...I'm awake already, stupid alarm clock!" Silver groused, sitting up and rubbing her eyes and finally remembering where she was.
'...well, damn again!...'
Shivering, she ventured out to find the others, who she figured would know what to do. Yak and a short girl with violently curly blond hair who could only be Sketch were in the hallway in similar states of bleariness. As the three of them made their way in the direction of the mess, Pheniks peeked out of her room, looked at them, and retreated.
'...need sleep...'
Lynx was already in the mess, looking like an owl at high noon. She obligingly made space for them to all crowd onto the benches, and after consuming more goop and water, Silver was starting to feel more like herself. Tee, Wynn, and Pheniks had joined them by then, which left only Cougar unaccounted for. When she said as much, though, she didn't get the answer she was expecting.
"Cougar," Lynx informed her dryly, "may be anywhere by now. After all, the lights have only been on for what is it?- ten minutes?"
"Seventeen," Sketch corrected. "Bloody morning people."
A moment or two later, Cougar himself came in, looking very like the cheerful, energetic students in Silver's morning math classes whom she disliked so much.
'...and I thought that they needed a good thwap 'round the head!...'
"Yak!" he said far too cheerfully, "The Agamemnon wants your help with a squiddy that blundered into the sector 1a EMP."
'...and what, pray, is a 'squiddy', anyway?...and why isn't anyone telling me anything?...'
"I say that if they need help cutting down a dead robot into spare parts, they're a lot of bloody incompetents and I don't want anything to do with them," Yak said indifferently.
'...a 'squiddy' is a robot?...now would it have really been such an inconvenience to tell me that at some point?...'
"One of their torches is broken."
"So lend them one of ours," Yak said in exasperation. "Look- I have better stuff to do today than dissecting dead squiddies. The torches are with the other tools."
'...'better stuff'?...let's hope that doesn't include dragging me 'round Athena again...'
"Well, fine. Be that way," Cougar said in tones of mock offendedness.
"Ah, shove it up your-"
"That is quite enough from both of you," Lynx said firmly, sensing that her captain was still too sleepy to do anything about the conflict. "Yak- watch your language. Cougar- shut up and take the damn torch over."
'...darn...that situation had potential to be at least somewhat funny...'
Flushing very pink, Cougar left, presumably in search of a torch. A few minutes went by before Lynx shooed Yak out. "G'wan then. You know what they say: no rest for the wicked. Get going."
"I may have a reputation for wickedness, but what about Silvertree?" Yak asked hopefully. "You've got nothing on her- doesn't she get a rest?"
'...I resent that somewhat, though I can't see why...'
"Nice try. Scram, Yak." Lynx paused for a moment before adding, "Go on, Silvertree."
"On my way," Silver replied, stifling a yawn. "And please, call me Silver." She followed Yak to the Core, asking "By the way, what's going on, anyway?"
"Training's going on."
'...what?...'
"Training?" she inquired.
"Procedure, maintenance, weapons, armed and unarmed combat, assorted other stuff..." Yak replied. "You want me to go on? There's quite a list."
'...oh- kay then...'
"Nah. That's all right."
"Good. Just take a seat there-" Yak indicated one of the chairs "-and we can get started."
'...yeah...sure...whatever...'
Silver flopped into the chair Yak had pointed out. Something metallic clicked behind her head.
'...just like last time...'
"Hold it a moment- what're you doing back there, anyway?" she demanded.
"Shoving a seven-inch data transmission spike into your skull, of course." Yak sounded as though this should have been obvious.
"Ah. That would explain the feeling, then."
"I s'pose." Before Silver could think of some acid remark to make in response, the frozen feeling shot through her head again. As it faded, she opened her eyes, only to find that she was still in the ship.
'...what?...'
Seeing the quizzical look on her face, Yak explained "No program loaded." She sat in she chair by the monitors and inserted some sort of disk. Placing her hand lightly on the keyboard, she turned and inquired, "Ready?"
***
Lyrrik: Yes, SandryLark and me are both duly ashamed of being terrible people and updating so bloody late. Flame at will. Oh, and SandryLark was really tired while writing this- can you tell?
Hello to the real-life inspirations for Dessa and Voldie, who may or may not be reading this at the moment.