5 Things Meme—of the Ficlet Variety
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scribblemynameGacked from penknife:
You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in comments. (examples: "Five SG-1 Mission Reports That Were Less Than Entirely Truthful", or "Five Times Bruce Banner Lost His Toothbrush," or "Five Ways Nikola Tesla Failed to Take Over the World"). I'll answer with a list of five things.
Ideally fandoms that I know something about, unless you want me to guess, which could be entertaining but probably not the way you want. Or (and preferably) original fiction. All storyworlds on the table, i.e. Seven Days, Kingdoms and Thorn, the Alliance, Vardin, etc.
Completed Ficlets & Scenes
Kingdoms and Thorn:
- Rachelle + Justus – Without a Reason
- Shift + Justus + Red Wolf – It's Own Absolution
- Rachelle + Justus – It Came Up
- Rachelle/Justus – Simply Because
- Rachelle + Justus – Defining Love
- Rachelle + Shift + Meld – Playing with Knives
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Technicalities
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Call Me If You Need Me
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Element of Uncertainty
- Marc + Cate – A Simple Question
- Marc + Cate – The Nameless Below
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Tracing Trouble
Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.
Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Tracing Trouble [3/?]
Date: 2013-09-17 10:27 pm (UTC)Cate held up her wrist. “Cyberpathic technology. It’s a bracelet of sorts with a cable or wireless connection. Team operatives have implants.”
Killinger winced at that.
Cate dropped her hands to the table, still folded. “You want to bring in a tracer? Only a tracer can trace another tracer.” Rachelle’s mind had been clear of pain and eight times out of ten, she was willing to help when Cate asked.
“I was hoping not to.” Killinger closed the file folder and sighed heavily. None of them wanted war or its casualties. “The Special Unit is not supposed to deal with former operatives.”
Cate started to speak, stopped herself, and forced herself to think it over first. Too many little things wrong with all of this. The tracer was testing their power and using non-operatives to do it. She had run through her mental files: she had never seen that cyberpath and energist before.
“They’re not an operative.” She threw it out there bald and let Killinger make of it what she would. “Operatives know exactly what they are capable of.”
Killinger’s brow straightened out. There were implications in that statement, and neither woman missed them. “The Republic?” she asked quietly.
Cate tilted her head thoughtfully, then shrugged. “I’m no cyberpath, but if Jarod’s done icing his head yet, I did manage to throw everything I had through their computer.”
It took Killinger a moment to catch that, then for Cate to grin at her. Side effects sometimes had their upside.
“How did you do that?” Jarod demanded as he worked furiously through security codes not boosted by a maintaining computer. “I worked at this, and I’m a cyberpath and you just waltz in there—”
“Walters.” Cate grinned over his head at Rede. A faint smile seemed to catch him by surprise in return.
“Jarod.”
She rolled her eyes and continued, “You just fixed my computer for the tenth time last week.”
“Yeah. So.” His mind was half out of this conversation and completely buried in the machine on his desk.
“So why do you think I fry my own unit?” she asked.
Jarod groaned. “You never told me you had side effects.”
Cate just laughed softly to herself and let him do his job. Jarod was better at it than most people assumed when they met the annoying, do-you-ever-shut-up side of him. Cate had full confidence he would come up with something.
“Okay. I’m in.”