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rainbowfic2025-08-25 11:41 pm
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Metallic Gold #8
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Scuffs and Dents and Wear
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Metallic Gold #8. component
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Two: Second Stage), yarn, novelty beads ("kick up some dust")
Word Count: 223
Rating: G
Characters: Rubika
Warnings: Nope!
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Rubika stood in the cockpit hatchway for a minute and just breathed it in. The slightly scuffed console, throttle smooth and shiny from long use; a dent in the wall from where the previous owner had liked to toss a ball to pass the time in deep space; the clean-but-not-quite-new scent of the recirculated air.
And all of it, scuffs and dents and wear, was hers. With help from a loan from the bank, plus some Family funds since she'd be using it for work, but this homely and homey little ship was hers. They always did that for messengers, Papi had explained. That way, when she retired--if she ever decided to retire--she could take her ship with her wherever she decided to go next and not have to give it back.
Moment over, she bounced over and slid into the pilot's chair; fiddled with the levers for a few seconds to get the height right; rested her hand on that smooth throttle; and hit the ignition. The ship hummed to life around her, with that same smooth purring rumble it had on her test drive three weeks ago.
"You and me," she whispered, "we're going places."
Her ship hummed in agreement.
She grinned, absolutely did not pet the console just a bit, and hit the throttle, taking off for whatever came next.
Story: Scuffs and Dents and Wear
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Metallic Gold #8. component
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Two: Second Stage), yarn, novelty beads ("kick up some dust")
Word Count: 223
Rating: G
Characters: Rubika
Warnings: Nope!
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Rubika stood in the cockpit hatchway for a minute and just breathed it in. The slightly scuffed console, throttle smooth and shiny from long use; a dent in the wall from where the previous owner had liked to toss a ball to pass the time in deep space; the clean-but-not-quite-new scent of the recirculated air.
And all of it, scuffs and dents and wear, was hers. With help from a loan from the bank, plus some Family funds since she'd be using it for work, but this homely and homey little ship was hers. They always did that for messengers, Papi had explained. That way, when she retired--if she ever decided to retire--she could take her ship with her wherever she decided to go next and not have to give it back.
Moment over, she bounced over and slid into the pilot's chair; fiddled with the levers for a few seconds to get the height right; rested her hand on that smooth throttle; and hit the ignition. The ship hummed to life around her, with that same smooth purring rumble it had on her test drive three weeks ago.
"You and me," she whispered, "we're going places."
Her ship hummed in agreement.
She grinned, absolutely did not pet the console just a bit, and hit the throttle, taking off for whatever came next.
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