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ultracosmicraysThe first time the grav field went down Kowalski booted.
"Christ," thought Ray, turning graceful somersaults through the ship's recreation space, collecting globules of puke in a plastic cup in a well-rehearsed dance. "Why does Welsh keep sending me these dweebs? I'll give him six weeks and he'll be home to whatever shitty facsimile Earth he's from in the first place."
"Fucking piece of shit machinery," he heard Kowalski mumble as Ray glided past aiming to get the last piece of vomit before it got sucked into an air vent and lingered. He had to agree with that one.
Oh sure, the Contingency might have their fancy spaceships with state of the art CommuniComs and Transphaging Utilities so the Administrators could get to their important consults on time, but the guys that did the real work, the hunting down of the low-lives and scumbags, space pirates and end-of-the-galaxy assholes, they got the technical equivalent of a bum's rush. Rust-buckets held together by luck and InSoluTape. Nav systems that were eccentric at best and apparently perversely evil at worst. Escape pods that didn't. Oh yeah, it was all glamour being part of the Contingency's Operating Protocol Surveillance. COPS, people called them, and the way they would spit the word out made it clear it wasn't a term of endearment.
Ray capped the cup and bounced off the walls to get to the hatch that separated the recreation space from the engine room.
"Frannie!" he yelled. "Some gravity might be nice. Today if possible. Because I've already seen Kowalski's lunch and I do not want to be seeing breakfast. Capice?"
"You know what, Ray?" His sister's voice floated back, loaded with sarcasm. "I was thinking you'd put on a few pounds since landfall. All that home-cooking of Mom's. I thought you'd feel better if you weighed a little less. Of course I'm fixing it, you idiot! Though it'd be quicker if you bought those new shift-links like I asked."
Ray rolled his eyes and pushed off from the hatchway, heading back towards Kowalski who was now just floating in midair, spinning slowly and looking green.
"Hey, Kowalski," said Ray, tugging on his arm, "you might want to anchor yourself, you know, for when-"
There was a whirr, a strange feeling of the world being put right and then a dull clang as Ray's body hit the metal floor followed by a thud as Kowalski landed on top of him.
"-the grav field kicks back in," finished Ray unnecessarily. Kowalski lay slightly limp across him, sharp spikes of hair prickling Ray's chin. "Yeah, well. Emergency over. No need for anchoring any more and next time, use a door handle or something," said Ray, conveniently forgetting that he'd been the one doing the grabbing.
Kowalski went stiff and scrambled to his feet, backing away from Ray.
"I didn't mean ... I'm not used to the ... I gotta-" He turned and fled.
"Four weeks," said Ray and stomped off to check in with his pilot.
Part 2
"Christ," thought Ray, turning graceful somersaults through the ship's recreation space, collecting globules of puke in a plastic cup in a well-rehearsed dance. "Why does Welsh keep sending me these dweebs? I'll give him six weeks and he'll be home to whatever shitty facsimile Earth he's from in the first place."
"Fucking piece of shit machinery," he heard Kowalski mumble as Ray glided past aiming to get the last piece of vomit before it got sucked into an air vent and lingered. He had to agree with that one.
Oh sure, the Contingency might have their fancy spaceships with state of the art CommuniComs and Transphaging Utilities so the Administrators could get to their important consults on time, but the guys that did the real work, the hunting down of the low-lives and scumbags, space pirates and end-of-the-galaxy assholes, they got the technical equivalent of a bum's rush. Rust-buckets held together by luck and InSoluTape. Nav systems that were eccentric at best and apparently perversely evil at worst. Escape pods that didn't. Oh yeah, it was all glamour being part of the Contingency's Operating Protocol Surveillance. COPS, people called them, and the way they would spit the word out made it clear it wasn't a term of endearment.
Ray capped the cup and bounced off the walls to get to the hatch that separated the recreation space from the engine room.
"Frannie!" he yelled. "Some gravity might be nice. Today if possible. Because I've already seen Kowalski's lunch and I do not want to be seeing breakfast. Capice?"
"You know what, Ray?" His sister's voice floated back, loaded with sarcasm. "I was thinking you'd put on a few pounds since landfall. All that home-cooking of Mom's. I thought you'd feel better if you weighed a little less. Of course I'm fixing it, you idiot! Though it'd be quicker if you bought those new shift-links like I asked."
Ray rolled his eyes and pushed off from the hatchway, heading back towards Kowalski who was now just floating in midair, spinning slowly and looking green.
"Hey, Kowalski," said Ray, tugging on his arm, "you might want to anchor yourself, you know, for when-"
There was a whirr, a strange feeling of the world being put right and then a dull clang as Ray's body hit the metal floor followed by a thud as Kowalski landed on top of him.
"-the grav field kicks back in," finished Ray unnecessarily. Kowalski lay slightly limp across him, sharp spikes of hair prickling Ray's chin. "Yeah, well. Emergency over. No need for anchoring any more and next time, use a door handle or something," said Ray, conveniently forgetting that he'd been the one doing the grabbing.
Kowalski went stiff and scrambled to his feet, backing away from Ray.
"I didn't mean ... I'm not used to the ... I gotta-" He turned and fled.
"Four weeks," said Ray and stomped off to check in with his pilot.
Part 2
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Date: 2007-08-05 07:00 pm (UTC)There will be sex in free-fall, yes?
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Date: 2007-08-05 07:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-05 07:42 pm (UTC)I honestly have no idea where this is going. I've got a metric tonne of backstory and a vague framework but other than that it's suck it and see. Luckily I have my in-house Sci-Fi consultant.
And. Um. Yes. The eventual sex in free-fall may have been one of the things I thought about. La la la.
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Date: 2007-08-05 07:05 pm (UTC)Also I'm really hoping the pilot is Fraser. Just because it would be so fun.
And also I want to read about anti-grav sex. *showers you with sparkles*
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Date: 2007-08-05 08:09 pm (UTC)Yeah, I completely wanted the Firefly vibe. I don't want aliens and handwavey faster than light drives. The Rays don't do shiny and I want their surroundings to reflect them.
Sorry, not Fraser. Tough decision that, but he's too distracting. I need my Rays focused on each other.
There will be anti-grav sex. Eventually. When I figure out what the hell is going on. Non-plotwise, TB has finished the spaceship but now he has to do some internal diagrammatics. I tell you, this fic is now family business.
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Date: 2007-08-05 08:00 pm (UTC)Ok, no, really. That's all I've got.
Also, *glomps you*
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Date: 2007-08-05 08:16 pm (UTC)High-pitched squeaking is good. Is very good.
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Date: 2007-08-06 01:53 am (UTC)*scratches head and peers at ficlet*
And AWESOME.
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Date: 2007-08-06 09:12 am (UTC)I am having so much fun inventing this universe, like you wouldn't believe.
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Date: 2007-08-08 02:33 pm (UTC)how did i just find out about this TODAY??
::devours::
::in a good way, promise::
i love the Firefly-ness. LOVE. and the puke. it's kind of endearing. and Escape pods that didn't. that is beautiful.
::squees like a mad squeeing thing and goes to absorb the rest::
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Date: 2007-08-08 06:01 pm (UTC)Second: How did you just find out about it? I don't know. I don't know how you found out about it today even! That's not to say you're not welcome, you are, so very much - come on in, sit down, stay. Fair warning, this stuff has only been announced to the dS guys on my (
Third: Rays in Space!
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Date: 2007-11-22 02:23 am (UTC)HEEEEEE.
Ahem. I hope you aren't annoyed with my totally reading all this before you post it officially and all. ::hides::
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Date: 2007-11-22 07:14 pm (UTC)