RE: The Big Damn Fight- Humanity's Only Hope!
07-04-2016, 03:00 AM
Geraldine’s first reaction was to stare, but at this point her eyes rebelled against drying out any further and watered madly. “P-princess,” she managed to sputter amidst the tears, “Princess!”
“Oh my [bleep],” the evidently royal young girl sighed, and this was a sigh that went all the way up to the ceiling, down the the floor, and round the capsule interior a couple of times, “why are you people so emotional? Aren’t you supposed to be soldiers?”
“What were you doing, floating in space?” Geraldine almost screamed. “You could have been killed! The colony needs you!”
Hearing this, the supermodel superhero stood up and struck a pose, which would have been more impressive if she hadn’t nearly cracked her head on a low-hanging bracket. “It’s a good thing I was here, then: Nova saves the day again!” She winked at the nearest camera drone.
“Not to burst your bubble but I’m pretty sure that we’re the ones who saved the day… if we hadn’t shown up, you’d have both exploded.”
Nova blinked momentarily, but recovered in a flash: “Ah,” she squeezed as much patronizing condescension into the syllable as she could, “but you see, I’m a superhero, and I’ve got superpowers to help me with that.”
“Yeah,” Geraldine pointed her chin at the princess, “but does she?”
Fuck. She had her there. Nova longed to just reach over and snap the troublesome private’s neck, but the cameras were rolling and the American public, to say the least, would probably not like that very much.
“Did you put my princess in danger?” The indictment came in a monotone barely above a whisper, an accusation pregnant with anger.
Not good. Not good - wait a second: “Actually, Miss Quick-to-judge, I saved her. She was sucked out into space when that thing attacked.” Nova nodded at an image of the space titan on-screen. “She would have died if it weren’t for me.”
“Well,” Raime spoke up, “I wouldn’t revise that projection just yet.” She stretched the ‘just’ out into an elongated syllable, as her seated body fiddled with some controls. The screen view panned around, locking onto a large, rapidly approaching asteroid.
As the four of them looked on in silence, the dark side of the asteroid rotated into view. Behind it hung an awful sight: another colony ship, still smeared with battle scars and open, jagged wounds from which whole battalions of alien warriors spewed. The whole mass was festooned with sickly purple strands of pulsating flesh, intertwined with blue-grey metallic protuberances that jutted out into space, radiating heat, light and commands to the invaders below.
On one gashed, bleeding flank, the ship’s name could still be made out: the Draconis-I.
“We’ve got company, girls.” The executive squinted out into the horror before them, then spun right the fuck back around, a bright grin on her face. Her body swiveled in the pilot’s seat, too, and stuck out a hand.
“Hi! I’m Raime. It’s nice to meet you both!”
“Oh my [bleep],” the evidently royal young girl sighed, and this was a sigh that went all the way up to the ceiling, down the the floor, and round the capsule interior a couple of times, “why are you people so emotional? Aren’t you supposed to be soldiers?”
“What were you doing, floating in space?” Geraldine almost screamed. “You could have been killed! The colony needs you!”
Hearing this, the supermodel superhero stood up and struck a pose, which would have been more impressive if she hadn’t nearly cracked her head on a low-hanging bracket. “It’s a good thing I was here, then: Nova saves the day again!” She winked at the nearest camera drone.
“Not to burst your bubble but I’m pretty sure that we’re the ones who saved the day… if we hadn’t shown up, you’d have both exploded.”
Nova blinked momentarily, but recovered in a flash: “Ah,” she squeezed as much patronizing condescension into the syllable as she could, “but you see, I’m a superhero, and I’ve got superpowers to help me with that.”
“Yeah,” Geraldine pointed her chin at the princess, “but does she?”
Fuck. She had her there. Nova longed to just reach over and snap the troublesome private’s neck, but the cameras were rolling and the American public, to say the least, would probably not like that very much.
“Did you put my princess in danger?” The indictment came in a monotone barely above a whisper, an accusation pregnant with anger.
Not good. Not good - wait a second: “Actually, Miss Quick-to-judge, I saved her. She was sucked out into space when that thing attacked.” Nova nodded at an image of the space titan on-screen. “She would have died if it weren’t for me.”
“Well,” Raime spoke up, “I wouldn’t revise that projection just yet.” She stretched the ‘just’ out into an elongated syllable, as her seated body fiddled with some controls. The screen view panned around, locking onto a large, rapidly approaching asteroid.
As the four of them looked on in silence, the dark side of the asteroid rotated into view. Behind it hung an awful sight: another colony ship, still smeared with battle scars and open, jagged wounds from which whole battalions of alien warriors spewed. The whole mass was festooned with sickly purple strands of pulsating flesh, intertwined with blue-grey metallic protuberances that jutted out into space, radiating heat, light and commands to the invaders below.
On one gashed, bleeding flank, the ship’s name could still be made out: the Draconis-I.
“We’ve got company, girls.” The executive squinted out into the horror before them, then spun right the fuck back around, a bright grin on her face. Her body swiveled in the pilot’s seat, too, and stuck out a hand.
“Hi! I’m Raime. It’s nice to meet you both!”
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So very British / But then again | People are machines Machines are people | Oh hai there | There's no time
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Superhero 1920s noir | Multigenre Half-Life | Changing the future | Command line interface
Tu ventire felix? | Clockwork for eternity | Explosions in spacetime