Attention, Please
"Phase adjuster." Chirkof fished for the tool-kit, which resulted in a few clattering sounds. Finding the phase adjuster. And handing it to Aisling. "Thank you." The chief engineer took the tool and ran the blunt, glowing end over the...
Things That Hop
"Should I alter course?" he wondered, whisker-twitching. Graham considered, standing up. Padding away from his chair. And stopping behind Taylor's chair at the helm. Putting his paws on the chipmunk's shoulders. "Ada, you're sure it's not one of...
The Greatest of These
A twist and a turn, furry limbs tangled in the cool, navy-blue sheets, and whiskers twitching, twitching, features scrunched. And breaths erratic, labored. And her eyes moving beneath her eyelids. Dart, dart, dart. A squeaky sound. Dart, dart. A jerk....
So Sings the Choir
"Hello, ship." Silent beeps, silent chirrups. And a few console-blinks. "You remember me?" Graham asked. In a soft tone. He padded, in his bare foot-paws, from the back of the bridge to the front. "You look beautiful ... " His voice trailed,...
Reclamation
Mid-morning, and mostly-quiet. "Where have you been?" Ada asked, in the soothing dimness. Sitting on the edge of their bed. Looking to him. She was undressed. As if she had only recently woken up. Her soft, snowy-white fur looking very pure....
In From the Sad Day Out
" ... it's alright." A small shudder-shake. Eyes screwed shut. Shutting out the streaming stars. Sight for night. Dark for dark. "Calm down," was the repeated, whispered plea. Soft and tender. In the dimness, in their quarters, both of them...
The Truly Repentant
"Captain's personal log, star-date ... date," he whispered, trailing, narrowing his eyes. The lighting in his ready room was dim. Casting shadows. Shrouding much of the lingering damage. "Computer, what day is it?" A weak, short response....
The Changing Face of Evil
"But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress. O, my Strength, I will sing praises to you, for you, O God, are my...
Waiting for Thunder
The crew-furs of Yellowknife busied themselves. With their duties. With each other. Waiting for the storm to come. Waiting for the thunder. A waiting game. Waiting. Wait. Chirrup! The door chime, which sounded...
Louder Kinds of Quiet
"How did you meet your wife?" Antioch, scanner in paw, eyes flickering lightly, replied, "Same way anyone meets anyone, I guess. We just sort of ... ran into each other." A pause. A knowing smile. "Literally." His tail flickered about, whooshing...
A Hard, Bruising Fall
"The flow regulators are off by .03 microns," the snow rabbit stated, her voice crisp. Controlled. Her posture proper, and her fluffy, white bobtail flickering like a flame. But it wasn't a flame that many wished to burn themselves on. If this fact...
To Touch and Know
"I never disappoint," Seward insisted, a heaviness in his tone, "the others ... " An exhale, sharp and uneasy, as he stretched a bit. A tiny, relieved moan. The sound of fur rustling against sheets. As well as fur on fur. His bare foot-paws bumped...