3 drabbles of randomness
Jul. 6th, 2009 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gun_smoke_blueWritten after pulling an all-nighter, in the grips of hysteria and sleeplessness. I was bored, and so I started typing. Somehow, AU Star Trek Katsuko, a female Centaurion, and a seriously creepy little girl managed to get created.
"Rise," the court herald intoned in what he probably thought was a majestic and commanding voice, and Jidett rolled her eyes behind her helm and got up from her kowtow.
It was scalding hot today, as hot as the hell that the one-god cults always screeched about, and she was gratified to see a huge bead of sweat roll down the herald's forehead and into his starched lace collar. At least someone else here was suffering. "Captain Jidett Windbourne," the herald said, his voice echoing off the anteroom walls, "In recognition of the victory you and your Company secured over the Isengrines, the Royal Court grants you the Hero's Torque."
The audience burst into roaring applause, and Jidett rolled her eyes again and clambered up the steps to receive her fifth Hero's Torque. Damn heavy things. At least she could melt them down and sell them.
***
"You don't look like a security officer," the guard said dubiously, and Katsuko tasered him in the arm because, really, it was the fifth time that day she'd been told that and she was getting slightly frustrated. She stepped out of the way as he twitched and fell onto the floor with a loud crash.
"Gentlemen," she said kindly to the remaining guards, who looked as if they were torn between fleeing in terror or drawing their sidearms, "As you can see, my ident cards and DNA markers establish that I am, in fact, who I say I am. I'll even be nice and repeat myself. I am Lieutenant Katsuko Ueno, and I'm here to take over as Chief Security Officer for the Enterprise."
She paused to let that sink in and nodded approvingly at the 'oh shit' expressions that crossed the majority of the guards' faces. There was one man who didn't seem to get the memo and was staring at her suspiciously, the safety on his gun remaining unlocked. Apparently he was still sore about her tasering the other guard. Were they friends, perhaps? Turning to give him the gimlet eye, she clarified, "That means I'm your new boss, Ensign...?"
"Peterson, ma'am," The guard said, not even giving her his first name, and looked at her defiantly.
Katsuko's eyes narrowed and her lips quirked. "That'll be 'sir', to you, Ensign Peterson. Now if you'd be so kind as to show me to the Security Offices." It wasn't a request.
"Yes, sir," and oh yes that was definitely insolence coloring Peterson's voice. He snapped out a salute and turned sharply on his heel, ostentatiously flicking the safety back on his gun. "Suicidal bastard," someone muttered behind her, and Katsuko grinned wickedly and followed her unknowing, soon-to-be-promoted-to-second-in-command down the hall.
Things already looked like they were going to be so much fun.
***"Gentlemen," she said kindly to the remaining guards, who looked as if they were torn between fleeing in terror or drawing their sidearms, "As you can see, my ident cards and DNA markers establish that I am, in fact, who I say I am. I'll even be nice and repeat myself. I am Lieutenant Katsuko Ueno, and I'm here to take over as Chief Security Officer for the Enterprise."
She paused to let that sink in and nodded approvingly at the 'oh shit' expressions that crossed the majority of the guards' faces. There was one man who didn't seem to get the memo and was staring at her suspiciously, the safety on his gun remaining unlocked. Apparently he was still sore about her tasering the other guard. Were they friends, perhaps? Turning to give him the gimlet eye, she clarified, "That means I'm your new boss, Ensign...?"
"Peterson, ma'am," The guard said, not even giving her his first name, and looked at her defiantly.
Katsuko's eyes narrowed and her lips quirked. "That'll be 'sir', to you, Ensign Peterson. Now if you'd be so kind as to show me to the Security Offices." It wasn't a request.
"Yes, sir," and oh yes that was definitely insolence coloring Peterson's voice. He snapped out a salute and turned sharply on his heel, ostentatiously flicking the safety back on his gun. "Suicidal bastard," someone muttered behind her, and Katsuko grinned wickedly and followed her unknowing, soon-to-be-promoted-to-second-in-command down the hall.
Things already looked like they were going to be so much fun.
"Y'ain't like the rest of us, kid," Old Tim rasps, and coughs until blood flecks on his lips. "Yer goin' somewhere. Goin' places. We can feel it. S'why we're scrapin' together our silver and copper bits to send you to Academy. So you can come back here and lift Old Town outta the dust, with yer learnin' and yer knowledge and yer eddication, hear? You hear me, kid?"
She nods, hesitantly, and smiles. Whatever Old Tim sees in her empty slate-grey gaze pleases him, because he gives a cackle and ruffles her hair in a way that could be deemed affectionate. "Go on, now," he croaks, and hands her a little satchel and the hopes and dreams of the thousands of residents of Old Town, "Go on and make somethin' of yerself, so yew can come back and make somethin' of us."
The train whistles one last boarding call and the stream of people around the two street vagabonds--knobby old man and skinny little girl--surges like a river in thaw. She smiles again, because it seems like the polite thing to do, and turns and walks onto the train. The crowd of passengers parts for her easily and closes around her again, swallowing her whole.
