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rainbowfic2015-12-22 08:09 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-12-22 08:09 pm
Pepsi Cola #5, Blue Opal #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Maneuvers
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Pepsi Cola #5. I'm on the warpath 'cause I love you just a little too much., Blue Opal #13. Good advice
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 9: model, new, passenger), glue ("Your ability to see a situation from a more global perspective is one of your greatest strengths. However, the Moon's current visit to your 6th House of Health has you visualizing the improvements you can make to your daily regimen. Although you're tempted to dream big, little incremental steps are more efficient now than setting larger changes into motion.")
Word Count: 508
Rating: G
Characters: Dimana, Rubika
Warnings: Don't think so
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me get us a new ship,” Dimana started, for the twelfth time since the three of them had moved in with Rubika. “It’s not like I don’t have the money, or the contacts.”
It wasn’t that the ship was too small for them, not quite. It was reasonable enough for three adults and one child; though if they brought on any passengers, they might have issues. And Dimana knew that Rubika and Shane both wanted to bring passengers on, though they disagreed on which ones. But it was an old model, lacking in certain creature comforts that Dimana had spent years accumulating for herself and hated giving up. And, besides, it was technically Family property, and Dimana had always made it a rule to never steal from her own.
True, she couldn’t quite decide whether or not the Family as a whole counted as her own anymore. But it still felt a little weird, for the four of them to break away in a Family messenger ship.
“Because,” Rubika said, not looking up from her nav system. “It’s my ship, it’s been my ship since I started piloting, and I like it. I’m used to it. Get whatever parts you want and we can improve it--especially the shielding and guns and stuff, that would be a good idea--but we’re keeping my ship.”
Dimana sighed. Rubika was too damn stubborn to cave under a direct assault like this one, but Dimana had sort of known that. But you don’t con your own, either. So a direct assault had been her best option. “Fine. For now.”
Rubika rolled her eyes and Dimana wandered off, trying to decide if it was worth getting one or both of the others on her side, to try to overrule their commander.
Not that this was actually a really important issue, all told. But Dimana had to test the boundaries, figure out how things played out with internal disputes, especially when Rubika was directly involved. She’d made a career out of finding people’s weak points and exploiting them, and she knew damn well that the best way for someone else to fuck with them--or any group--would be to play on that kind of strife. And there would be internal strife. They were only human. Or mostly human, anyway. So the better they got at resolving things quickly, the harder it would be on outsiders to use those inevitable faultlines against them. Even if she lost the actual argument at hand, this was still worth pushing.
Besides, she did want a better ship. She was the last person in the universe to claim to do anything for pure altruism. If she managed to pull this off, so much the better.
Shane, she finally decided. I’ll see if I can’t get Shane involved. Imi’s giant, irresistible green eyes were way too much of a low blow this early in the game.
She shifted course, heading for her oldest sister’s room, and started plotting her next maneuver.
Story: Maneuvers
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Pepsi Cola #5. I'm on the warpath 'cause I love you just a little too much., Blue Opal #13. Good advice
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 9: model, new, passenger), glue ("Your ability to see a situation from a more global perspective is one of your greatest strengths. However, the Moon's current visit to your 6th House of Health has you visualizing the improvements you can make to your daily regimen. Although you're tempted to dream big, little incremental steps are more efficient now than setting larger changes into motion.")
Word Count: 508
Rating: G
Characters: Dimana, Rubika
Warnings: Don't think so
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me get us a new ship,” Dimana started, for the twelfth time since the three of them had moved in with Rubika. “It’s not like I don’t have the money, or the contacts.”
It wasn’t that the ship was too small for them, not quite. It was reasonable enough for three adults and one child; though if they brought on any passengers, they might have issues. And Dimana knew that Rubika and Shane both wanted to bring passengers on, though they disagreed on which ones. But it was an old model, lacking in certain creature comforts that Dimana had spent years accumulating for herself and hated giving up. And, besides, it was technically Family property, and Dimana had always made it a rule to never steal from her own.
True, she couldn’t quite decide whether or not the Family as a whole counted as her own anymore. But it still felt a little weird, for the four of them to break away in a Family messenger ship.
“Because,” Rubika said, not looking up from her nav system. “It’s my ship, it’s been my ship since I started piloting, and I like it. I’m used to it. Get whatever parts you want and we can improve it--especially the shielding and guns and stuff, that would be a good idea--but we’re keeping my ship.”
Dimana sighed. Rubika was too damn stubborn to cave under a direct assault like this one, but Dimana had sort of known that. But you don’t con your own, either. So a direct assault had been her best option. “Fine. For now.”
Rubika rolled her eyes and Dimana wandered off, trying to decide if it was worth getting one or both of the others on her side, to try to overrule their commander.
Not that this was actually a really important issue, all told. But Dimana had to test the boundaries, figure out how things played out with internal disputes, especially when Rubika was directly involved. She’d made a career out of finding people’s weak points and exploiting them, and she knew damn well that the best way for someone else to fuck with them--or any group--would be to play on that kind of strife. And there would be internal strife. They were only human. Or mostly human, anyway. So the better they got at resolving things quickly, the harder it would be on outsiders to use those inevitable faultlines against them. Even if she lost the actual argument at hand, this was still worth pushing.
Besides, she did want a better ship. She was the last person in the universe to claim to do anything for pure altruism. If she managed to pull this off, so much the better.
Shane, she finally decided. I’ll see if I can’t get Shane involved. Imi’s giant, irresistible green eyes were way too much of a low blow this early in the game.
She shifted course, heading for her oldest sister’s room, and started plotting her next maneuver.