CenSec Agent
10th January 2005, 09:31 PM
Greetings, my first post, my first knowledge that there is actually a strong fan base out there. I've started a story (hopefully beyond short-story classification) about a BB. Specifically Tyler, the only MALE brainship and his partner Emma.
I may publish this so I'm not going to put everything up.
BTW, as it is set in the Brainship universe there is alot of similarities....I'm trying uber hard not to plagurize.
Thanks in advance.
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“So tell me Ty, where is this group we’re picking up, who are they and where are they going?” ask Emily, lazily sprawled on the pilot chair, dangling an arm over one side and feet over the other.
“Why don’t you find out yourself? I’m sure you can do it yourself. Besides, I’ve got better things to do. Like not hitting these fardling asteroids.”
“Oh come now, its not that bad.”
“Oh really? How would you like to be running dodging beamers?” Tyler replied with exasperation.
“Oh, I think it would be fun.” She replied impishly a small grin spreading on her face.
“Alright little Miss I-can-do-anything, you got the controls. Just remember you fardle up once and we’re dead.”
Saying so Tyler projected a real time image of the outside onto the front section of the cockpit. The effect was that of a bubble window. It was as though the bow had disappeared and the cockpit was open to space. The lights inside dimmed. Information like speed and position were projected onto the lower right side of the display.
Asteroids were flashing past, almost to fast for human reflexes. The joystick representing manual pilot control came up through the floor and Emily automatically strapped herself in. While Tyler trusted his brawn with his life, he still kept complete control over the ship, just in case. But Emily didn’t need to know that.
Tyler watched her as her eyes went wide. Just to make it authentic as possible he let the ship slide a little to starboard. The effect on his brawn was amusing.
“Tyler! No! You devil! You can’t do this! I was joking! You know it! You metal so-!” the rest of her words were lost in the grunt as she yanked the stick hard to port to avoid a rock the size of the ship.
For the next minute there was complete silence in the cockpit other than the occasional grunts from Emily. Throughout it all Tyler had to keep himself from bursting out laughing. Eventually she did make a mistake and he corrected it. At that point she sat back, realizing that she had been tricked. The lights inside the cockpit came back on.
Emily looked exhausted. There was sheen of perspiration on her face. Her hair was damp. She closed her eyes and sat brooding for a while. Eventually she an eye and turned towards Tyler.
“Well, hope someone fun. I’m going to clean up.” She said with exasperation. With this Emily got up and stretched. Piloting manually through an asteroid field was mentally exhaustion for those who weren’t intimate with it. And softies could never have the same level of understanding as shell-people. She walked towards the hall connecting to the rest of the ship. As she passed under the door she turned and looked back.
Then stuck her tongue out.
She ran giggling like a little girl towards the shower.
"
I may publish this so I'm not going to put everything up.
BTW, as it is set in the Brainship universe there is alot of similarities....I'm trying uber hard not to plagurize.
Thanks in advance.
"
“So tell me Ty, where is this group we’re picking up, who are they and where are they going?” ask Emily, lazily sprawled on the pilot chair, dangling an arm over one side and feet over the other.
“Why don’t you find out yourself? I’m sure you can do it yourself. Besides, I’ve got better things to do. Like not hitting these fardling asteroids.”
“Oh come now, its not that bad.”
“Oh really? How would you like to be running dodging beamers?” Tyler replied with exasperation.
“Oh, I think it would be fun.” She replied impishly a small grin spreading on her face.
“Alright little Miss I-can-do-anything, you got the controls. Just remember you fardle up once and we’re dead.”
Saying so Tyler projected a real time image of the outside onto the front section of the cockpit. The effect was that of a bubble window. It was as though the bow had disappeared and the cockpit was open to space. The lights inside dimmed. Information like speed and position were projected onto the lower right side of the display.
Asteroids were flashing past, almost to fast for human reflexes. The joystick representing manual pilot control came up through the floor and Emily automatically strapped herself in. While Tyler trusted his brawn with his life, he still kept complete control over the ship, just in case. But Emily didn’t need to know that.
Tyler watched her as her eyes went wide. Just to make it authentic as possible he let the ship slide a little to starboard. The effect on his brawn was amusing.
“Tyler! No! You devil! You can’t do this! I was joking! You know it! You metal so-!” the rest of her words were lost in the grunt as she yanked the stick hard to port to avoid a rock the size of the ship.
For the next minute there was complete silence in the cockpit other than the occasional grunts from Emily. Throughout it all Tyler had to keep himself from bursting out laughing. Eventually she did make a mistake and he corrected it. At that point she sat back, realizing that she had been tricked. The lights inside the cockpit came back on.
Emily looked exhausted. There was sheen of perspiration on her face. Her hair was damp. She closed her eyes and sat brooding for a while. Eventually she an eye and turned towards Tyler.
“Well, hope someone fun. I’m going to clean up.” She said with exasperation. With this Emily got up and stretched. Piloting manually through an asteroid field was mentally exhaustion for those who weren’t intimate with it. And softies could never have the same level of understanding as shell-people. She walked towards the hall connecting to the rest of the ship. As she passed under the door she turned and looked back.
Then stuck her tongue out.
She ran giggling like a little girl towards the shower.
"