Elizabeth’s surprise mirrored what she saw reflected on the Captain’s face. It took only a moment for the implications of Gho’s announcement to sink in.
There’s been other ships out here before.
“Can you tell what type?” Devereux asked.
Gho’s uncertainty was evident when she shook her head again. “Not yet,” she said. “At least not for sure.”
The Captain looked toward the Tactical station with concern. Lieutenant Hawkes met get her glance squarely. Neither said a word, but Elizabeth was certain that some kind of communication had passed between them. She felt a twinge of jealousy at being left … [READ MORE]
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Elizabeth checked the seals of the Chief’s space suit. He was not making it easy on her as he shifted and turned as she tried to adjust the fittings.
“Hold still!” she scolded him, laughing.
Rusty grumbled something unintelligible in response. Elizabeth was certain the remark was uncomplimentary to her in some way. She just smiled. Regardless, he stopped fidgeting for the most part. Elizabeth fastened the straps that ran over his left shoulder, checked to make certain they were tight, and then worked to fasten the ones on his right side.
They were in the corridor … [READ MORE]
Elizabeth arrived at the conference room ten minutes early and closed the hatch. She sat down, lowered her head against the table, and breathed out a tired sigh.
So much for “light duty” . . .
It had taken her more than twenty minutes to receive acknowledgments out of everyone. The Chief, of course, had responded last. She had been tempted to go down to the Engineering Deck herself to make certain that he had seen her message. He responded, though, just moments before she made up her mind to do soheaded for Engineering.
Acquiring the conference room had been … [READ MORE]
( Things are starting to get a bit more interesting as the ship begins to work into the debris field. Microgravity as envisioned is a small but comparatively intense gravitational field that can effect ship travel. Enjoy Chapter 4 🙂 )
Elizabeth walked the bridge, trying to ignore the cold sensation of dampness between her shoulder blades. The collar of her uniform adhered with clammy wetness against her skin. She had given up try to pull it away.
What I wouldn’t give for ten minutes alone with a hair dryer . . .
Status reports from the various stations … [READ MORE]
Entering her quarters, Elizabeth lifted her left arm experimentally, prepared to feel sharp twinges of pain shoot along her shoulder. Instead, she felt some tightness, but no real discomfort.
That’s good stuff Hope has, she mused with a faint smile. It faded quickly. No wonder the Chief wanted it so bad.
She eyed her bunk, wondering if she dared try to remove her tunic before she lay down. She swung her arm slowly across her body.
It really doesn’t hurt that bad any more. And a little rest wouldn’t hurt. Hope said “light duty” and . . .
Elizabeth’s eyes … [READ MORE]
Elizabeth slid into her tunic, gritting her teeth against the twinge of discomfort as she slid it over her left shoulder. The heat from the shower had helped somewhat, aided no doubt by the analgesic that Hope had injected her with.
I won’t be swinging a racquet with that arm any time soon, she considered sourly.
Wincing in anticipation of another stab of pain, Elizabeth fastened the waistband of her uniform. Relieved when she felt only the slightest twinge from the strained ligaments and muscles, she released a slow breath. She still could not decide which hurt more: the physical … [READ MORE]
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“I don’t need to stay here,” Elizabeth protested, rising from the diagnostic bed. “I can . . .”
She gasped as pain stabbed across her shoulder and down along her left arm. The analgesic that Hope had given her had not taken full effect yet. With deliberate care, Elizabeth lowered herself back onto the bed. The pain subsided, but she still winced with the slightest movement of that arm.
“You will remain here.”
Elizabeth glared back at Hope, finding the Aerian physician’s dark alien eyes as unreadable as ever.
“Right,” Elizabeth conceded unhappily, and settled herself back … [READ MORE]
Hamish Montrose settled in behind his new, polished oak desk. The promotion ceremony went without any incident. He was surprised by the appearance of Donald McDonough, the executive secretary to the High Magus Harold Crist. “Congratulations on your promotion, Captain Montrose. Your rise in the ranks bodes well for your future”, McDonough informed him. Montrose smiled and replied, “I’m at the Council’s beck and call. I serve with pride.” McDonough nodded, then smiled slyly. “Indeed, your service has been impressive. The only blemish being The Yellowjakket. I’d heard that she’d beaten another sweep for her.”
Montrose gritted his … [READ MORE]
This is a story from the writing challenge a friend and I are doing as a way of practicing our writing skills.
The picture is below the story, and here is
Taeliun Highfeather slowed her wings as she gently touched down next to Chuckling Creek. The buzzing clatter faded to a bubbling quiet from the waters as she sat on a small boulder. She concentrated, and both leaves and grass, bent and flowed to her, covering her with a rich emerald dress held by two thin straps across her shoulders. She shook out her short brown hair that … [READ MORE]
Yellowjakket sped into Whitechapel, and dropped her power. She’d near exhausted herself holding onto it for longer than she’d ever done before. She’d needed to rest and ready herself. She hurtled though the narrow side streets, turning and skipping through them like a mad hare. When she’d felt certain any pursuit had been shaken off, she dove into the Aldgate East Tube entrance. Yellowjakket dashed down the steps and launched herself off the landing, heading west. Following the tracks, she slowed to a stop and blasted a service door open, disappearing off the tracks, and out of the search area.… [READ MORE]