(#00146)
Zeetha stared out the porthole. Unbidden tears fell down her face.
“Are you hurt?” Agatha managed. It had been a rough landing of a pod never meant to fly. Zeetha was lucky she was upright. Agatha and Gil were still turned about and tangled in their impromptu rewiring.
“I’m… home…”
Agatha got herself untangled with a loud thud, peered out the porthole. The jeweled towers of Skifander shone in the dawn light. A glistening cohort of Skifandran soldiers were approaching at high speed. And behind them, the palanquin of the Queen herself.
“It’s the Queen. Mother!” Zeetha wrenched Gil out of the wires as she raced for the exit. “Just wait until she finds out you’ve been alive all this time!”
*
“KILL THE USURPER! KILL THE USURPER!”
“Any other ideas, O mighty princess?”
“Just keep running!”
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Stories for you!
I figured it’s half-past time I did a little bit more self-promotion. Bear with me.
I’m writing a story a day. Every day. They can be in fandom or in my pet universe. And since I’m also involved in the fic wars, I’m doing my utmost to tug at my readers’ heartstrings at the same time.
For the fandoms, I am into:
Star Trek [I will have a go at writing ANY incarnation of Trek]
Doctor Who
Farscape
Girl Genius
Discworld
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
The Vorkosiverse… and pretty much anything by Lois McMasters Bujold
One story a day. Every day. Inspired by prompts from you. If you look in my feed, you’ll see that I keep count of how many prompts that I have left. Test me. See what I can come up with.
Challenge #00142: One Fine Day in Transylvania Polygnostic….
’…y'know what, etching “YOU’RE WRONG!” into the surface of the moon with a giant laser, without specifying exactly who was wrong about what, could be freaking hilarious.’
“Settle down, Snapcase,”
“This is theoretical mechanica, not theoretical mass psychology. Save it for the right forum, Snapcase.”
“And don’t say anything in front of Fozdyke. He’s a plagiarist.”
“Hey!”
“Well, you are…”
“Copy one set of notes from one lab, and the whole world has to hear about it.”
“Though we could formulate a clank that could do that…”
“…with the right kind of optics…”
*
The three of them, Fozdyke, Snapcase and Graal, sweated subtly in front of Baron Wolfenbach himself.
“Never before have I seen such a magnificent display of spontaneous civil upset,” said the Baron. “Had I a great and pressing need to conquer the world, I would have found it useful. But you three… gentlemen… evidently performed a global social experiment for… fun…” Fun, pronounced, mind-bogglingly stupid stunt that each one of you will pay for on a daily basis until long past your initial time of death.
“…i… thought it would be funny…?”
“I’m not laughing,” iced Wolfenbach.
…and that was how the Wolfenbach Empire put three men on the moon.
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Daily Opus: Challenge #00092: Long Green
X-Men:Evolution/Girl Genius crossover. Perhaps Forge’s dimensional tinkering goes awry yet again? I’d be curious to see as to how you’d do it…. :3
Somewhere outside of Mechanicsburg…
Gil was cold. This was not a surprise because he was in the middle on the very pointy mountain range that was…
[Trying to make this rebloggable by request.]
Is it working?