For those that haven't noticed yet, I'm a bit of a writer. xp So today, I bring to you a little something I through together as an exercise in random writing. This first section was completely randomly generated, but the later two (which I may post later) grew from them. It was never meant to go anywhere, just as a way to flex the old brain-meat and get the juices flowing. So read, and enjoy.
FarCaster
Chapter 1:1 - First Calls
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A loud chirp sounded through the dark room. After a few moments of nothing happening, the chirp came again. This time a muffled groan sounded out from the darkness of the chamber, though there came no other response. A third time the chirp sounded, and this time the groan was louder and was accompanied by the sounds of moving cloth, but still no other actions were forthcoming. Finally, a slightly longer beep followed by a moment of static sounded out, and the voice of a human male called out.
“Um, Captain? Sir? Are you there?”
Again the familiar groan came, though this time much more muffled than before, and again the sounds of cloth rustling. This time though, a gravelly voice spoke from somewhere within the dim confines of the room.
“ Go away.”
“I’ve been trying to wake you for several minutes now sir.”
“I noticed, Mr. Jenkins. And in case you missed it the first few times, I was ignoring you. Now go away.”
There was a brief pause from whoever had called upon the sleeping Captain, whether to decide upon a next course of action, or to think of the proper reply to a grouchy commanding officer was unknown. There was another voice in the background that couldn’t be heard clearly, but it was apparent that more than one person were on the other side. After a few moments, the caller’s voice returned.
“I’m sorry for waking you Sir. But I think you should head up here.”
Suddenly, a soft light filled the small space of the Captain’s quarters, the only sign that someone had done anything being the arm extending out from under the sheets upon a narrow bunk, with a finger on a nearby control panel. The arm flopped down onto the sheets, eliciting yet another tired groan, and then proceeded to pull the coverings off. Emerging from beneath them was the head of Captain William Argos. His short black hair was ruffled and askew from the time he had already spent asleep, and the stubble covering his angular jaw looked to be at least three days old. Without opening his eyes, and a with a knitted brow, he responded to the caller’s now insistent tone.
“Russell. You’ve just used ‘sir’ more times in the last thirty seconds than you have in the last month.”
“Ah, yes Sir. I guess I have.”
Raising a free hand to his eyes, William rubbed at them as he opened them and his tired orbs were bombarded with the room’s dim light. Letting yawn escape as he pushed himself to a sitting position on his bunk, he leaned over to the comm panel beside his bed.
“I’ll be right up. Just gimmie a minute to find some pants.”
William flicked the switch to close the channel before Russell Jenkins could manage to respond. Considering his speech so far, the Captain guessed that there would be at least another two ‘sirs’ out of the man if he had let him. Reaching down to open the drawers under his bunk, without bothering to stand up, he set about rummaging for something to make himself decent enough to go and see why he had been so rudely awoken. Though he did note he might want it to be something he didn’t mind being dressed in while beating someone.
- FireSpark Out
"And Kaylee, what the hell's goin' on in the engine room? Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?" - Mal, FireFly
 FireSpark · Mon Oct 18, 2010 @ 04:53am · 0 Comments |
