Rebellion sequel scenelets
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norcumiIt.... just won't stop nibbling my ankles.... O_o Totally off the cuff, fragments of scenes that pester me at odd and non-useful times, and I make no promises of coherency. Relevant link.
NSFW bit: A "close" familial relationship
"Adrian, please. We both know you chase men just to keep from getting promoted too far into respectability. If it wasn't for that, you'd be chasing just as much pussy as you chase dicks."
"Dearest, if you keep talking like that, then my dick is going to have to talk to the hand. Why should I not tell you to do the same?"
"You prefer shooting off my mouth the rest of the time, brother dearest."
Surprising the boss (somewhat more SFW, but maybe not there)
Brian sat back in his chair, chewing his lip as the footage booted up. Bless Draga for being so damned paranoid, even if it hadn't saved her. At least he could see what had happened. How things had gotten this hosed....
The first few hour's worth of footage he fast forwarded through - it was entirely as expected. There were REASONS he'd left Toby in charge of the slitch; hombre was like some modern knight in armor or drek. Brian didn't trust anyone else to make sure a hostage was taken care of reasonably, let alone unmolested.
THAT was why his jaw hit the floor as onscreen, Toby did the minimal basic care and feeding of the slitch... and when she jumped him, the world's last great pillar of trog chivalry jumped her bones right back.
Ok, fine, it was more like the kid didn't get out of the way when she kicked his feet out from under him and made sure she landed underneath, but still!
What the HELL had happened, and where was the volume?
And how come the flexible ones with muscles like He-man and an ass like a god were straight and - ok, so maybe not as repressed as he'd always thought.
Anger, Vengeance, and Favors
Templar's thoughts of bloody mayhem stopped dead when something cold pressed up against the back of his skull. "Just... stop," a low baritone snarled, familiar from countless comm messages as Toby.
"Hey, what the fu-"
"Just shut up!" Toby snapped, the gun jabbing into his skull harder even as a woman Simon'd never seen before stepped out of the shadows ahead, Uzi held loose but ready - towards him. "Just shut up, Templar, before I -- You owe ME, remember?"
Instead of answering, Simon raised his hands, watching the woman - a sammie? - lower her gun a bit. All he needed was a fragment of opportunity, and then Toby would pay.
The moment held, and then extended, the gun still pressed too close to his skull to let him do anything. Finally, there was a feral growl behind him. "Sabre? I need a hand here."
A muscular black orc stepped up to the amerindian, looked past Simon, then sighed. "It won't change anything," he stated simply, almost in a defeated tone. "Draga's still dead, and this'll just make you feel guilty later on. We all got played."
No wonder the decker hadn't gotten info to him, but - "Draga's DEAD?!" Simon growled incredulously, only to have Toby talk right over the last fragment even as he was reeling a little.
"You plastered her brains all over her vidscreen, you stupid fragger!"
"What?!"
A shove sent Simon towards the floor - it came high, too high for a human - making him stagger, but he refused to fall. He spun instead, and saw a dead man glaring down at him and most disturbingly not dead.
Shanna's kidnapper, and more importantly, the fragger that had left him naked at the Fuchi archology gates. "You sonuva-!"
NSFW bit: A "close" familial relationship
"Adrian, please. We both know you chase men just to keep from getting promoted too far into respectability. If it wasn't for that, you'd be chasing just as much pussy as you chase dicks."
"Dearest, if you keep talking like that, then my dick is going to have to talk to the hand. Why should I not tell you to do the same?"
"You prefer shooting off my mouth the rest of the time, brother dearest."
Surprising the boss (somewhat more SFW, but maybe not there)
Brian sat back in his chair, chewing his lip as the footage booted up. Bless Draga for being so damned paranoid, even if it hadn't saved her. At least he could see what had happened. How things had gotten this hosed....
The first few hour's worth of footage he fast forwarded through - it was entirely as expected. There were REASONS he'd left Toby in charge of the slitch; hombre was like some modern knight in armor or drek. Brian didn't trust anyone else to make sure a hostage was taken care of reasonably, let alone unmolested.
THAT was why his jaw hit the floor as onscreen, Toby did the minimal basic care and feeding of the slitch... and when she jumped him, the world's last great pillar of trog chivalry jumped her bones right back.
Ok, fine, it was more like the kid didn't get out of the way when she kicked his feet out from under him and made sure she landed underneath, but still!
What the HELL had happened, and where was the volume?
And how come the flexible ones with muscles like He-man and an ass like a god were straight and - ok, so maybe not as repressed as he'd always thought.
Anger, Vengeance, and Favors
Templar's thoughts of bloody mayhem stopped dead when something cold pressed up against the back of his skull. "Just... stop," a low baritone snarled, familiar from countless comm messages as Toby.
"Hey, what the fu-"
"Just shut up!" Toby snapped, the gun jabbing into his skull harder even as a woman Simon'd never seen before stepped out of the shadows ahead, Uzi held loose but ready - towards him. "Just shut up, Templar, before I -- You owe ME, remember?"
Instead of answering, Simon raised his hands, watching the woman - a sammie? - lower her gun a bit. All he needed was a fragment of opportunity, and then Toby would pay.
The moment held, and then extended, the gun still pressed too close to his skull to let him do anything. Finally, there was a feral growl behind him. "Sabre? I need a hand here."
A muscular black orc stepped up to the amerindian, looked past Simon, then sighed. "It won't change anything," he stated simply, almost in a defeated tone. "Draga's still dead, and this'll just make you feel guilty later on. We all got played."
No wonder the decker hadn't gotten info to him, but - "Draga's DEAD?!" Simon growled incredulously, only to have Toby talk right over the last fragment even as he was reeling a little.
"You plastered her brains all over her vidscreen, you stupid fragger!"
"What?!"
A shove sent Simon towards the floor - it came high, too high for a human - making him stagger, but he refused to fall. He spun instead, and saw a dead man glaring down at him and most disturbingly not dead.
Shanna's kidnapper, and more importantly, the fragger that had left him naked at the Fuchi archology gates. "You sonuva-!"
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Date: 2008-10-08 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-08 03:44 am (UTC)Why does no one think I can do that sort of thing? ():-)
(edited bit: ) Tho... I am truly curious... what all did you like about it? If'n you don't mind me poking a little....
Anyway, I am glad ya like!