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Discussion in 'Non Star Wars Fan Fiction' started by brodiew, Nov 18, 2014.

  1. Mira_Jade

    Mira_Jade The Fanfic Manager With The Cape star 5 Staff Member Manager

    Jun 29, 2004
    Oh these have been beyond awesome! I love it when inspiration hits you in a burst like this, even as I have to apologize for falling behind again! Allow me to fix that now . . .

    [face_laugh] :oops:

    Oh ouch! Quite litteraly - I know that poor Mike didn't see that one coming. El understandably has battle heightened reflexes that are hard to turn off! Even for an innocent game. :(


    These two are just too adorable for words! I know that's a gift El will cherish! I loved the thought behind the ring too - El too is a superhero who can bring the impossible into being! :cool:

    What a gorgeously visceral scene this was! I could perfectly imagine every detail of it; beautiful! [face_love]

    This was another scene I could perfectly envision - even down to El's look of determined concentration! It's beautiful to see her conquering something so otherwise mundane, and clearly Mike thinks so too!

    [face_laugh] Dustin knows his stuff. [face_mischief]

    [face_laugh] [face_rofl]

    Honestly you've got their banter and voices down so wonderfully - I know I say that so often but now I have to repeat it again! I loved every word of this drabble more than I can say!

    Eugh, Papa. [face_phbbbbt] I'm glad, though, that El can replace such an awful memory with a better one - even if the soda did go up her nose! She has every right to be leery! [face_laugh] [face_love]

    Pot . . . kettle. [face_whistling] :p

    Aw!! I just adore how Hopper has become such a source of peace and refuge for her. What a beatiful coda to the finale. [face_love]

    Nice save, Spock! [face_laugh] And really, she is. [face_mischief]

    [face_laugh] [face_love]!!

    Oh! I loved the softness and intimacy of this drabble. It's a huge step for both of them, and they both know it. Great job capturing such a large, tumultuous emotion with just a few well picked words. [face_love]

    This was such a powerful piece that I just got goosebumps for reading it. Spock has so much grief and loss and pain to process, but it's love that's going to help him most in the end.

    Bravo with this one, truly! ^:)^


    [face_mischief] Sir yes sir! Good to see the trust and mutual respect in this one. They're figuring it out, slowly but surely. :p


    Beautiful charater study. What really is normal now for them after what they've fought for and lived through? Especially at such a young age! But they have each other to lean upon through the worst of it. [face_love]

    Yep, and there goes my heart . . . :_|

    Poor Mike, I would say that hormones are the worst but something tells me this is going to be a life long affliction. :p [face_whistling]

    [face_rofl] [face_love] [face_rofl]!!!!!!

    Whew! Speaking of hormones! This was both sweet and intense all at once! It's hard when these kids have grown up in so many ways, and they have found a very mature love that means everything to them, but they're still just too young for certain steps. I'm glad El is aware of her boundaries and comfortable about voicing them - and, poor Mike in the meantime, but the wait will be worth it for them both. :p [face_love]

    Good job tackling a tricky subject! =D=

    All of these have been beyond fantastic, really, but that should come as no surprise! Thank you so much for sharing these gems, my friend! I can't wait to read more. =D= [:D]
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  2. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Oct 11, 2005
    @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha: Thanks for the review, Nyota. I was working my best steam, but feel hampered a tad by TOS. I haven't ever written smut and I would age these characters up if I did. For now, I'm content with teasing which we all know is frustrating. ;)

    Thank you so much for the mondo drabble review. As I have told you before, it always gives me warm fuzzies to get reviews from you. You are such an encouragement and make me feel like my contributuion means something. You do this for a lot of us and I am eternally grateful.

    I am so glad that you enjoyed this small scene's. I certainly enjoy writing them.

    The cookie dough one is a favorite because I, too could see Millie's determined look and and the bashfulness of throwing flour.

    Of course the poetry was tailor made for you and Nyota. I knew both of you would get a kick out it and fit nicely into a 100 words.

    El snuggles with Hop was such a peaceful scene. I'm pleased you liked it.

    As for the Spock drama. I was inspired by Sarek admission of his lvoe for Amanada. I wanted to convey that his father's words rocked him, even if he was going down the same road his father had. I am so glad to hear that it landed as I originally hear it in my head. Love Ben Cross' Sarek.

    I also really like the simple dynamic of Hopper opening El's door giving a simple question of acknowledgement and getting an affirmative response. That was fun and also, as you said, a step forward in their relationship.

    Finally, as I mentioned above, and you touched on as well, these characters, El and Mike are too young, in show, to be dabble in more intense sexual activity. I'll stick to the raging hormones and their path to insanity. for Mike, anyway.

    taking flight

    El peeked over the top of the book she was supposed to be reading and eyed the ancient model plane that rested on a high shelf near the cabin door. The red and yellow checkered plane suddenly slid closer to the edge of the shelf. The wheels lifted, unsteadily, and the wings wavered side to side, as the young girl gained control.

    Hopper was on the couch reading Field and Stream, oblivious to her actions. The plane, now hovering above the shelf, took off toward the kitchen at a determined clip, but not too fast the El couldn’t keep it from hitting something or going through a window. She banked the plastic jet over the kitchen sink, internally making the sound she had heard many times on TV or overhead in the woods.

    She grinned as she watched it glide by her diving toward the couch and turning near ground level and pulling straight up back to where it had been resting for years. However, El wasn’t done yet. The plane took one more turn about the small home and as it approached the couch it slowed, rising level with the Chief’s scalp. The plane approached, slowly and carefully as it hovered over his head. Ever so lightly, the planes wheels touched down on his thinning hair.

    El’s eyes widened over the top of the book as she anticipated his response. She watched as he casually reached up and took the plane from atop his head and placed it on the back of the couch. Turning to look at her, he grinned.

    “Read,” she said in a mock threatening voice, popping his eyes.

    “Head hurts,” she answered, weakly.

    “Nice try, Little Miss Aviator,” he said. “Not enough stop the flying lessons.”

    El grimaced with sparkling eyes and disappeared behind the book.

    teacher becomes the student

    In the summer of 1988, in the basement of the new Hopper home, six teens and one adult sat around a battered, circular dinner table, listening intently as the Dungeon Master explained the basics to the man in the badge, whom had recently relented and agreed to be a recurring, honorary member of The Party.

    “So what do you want your character to be?” Mike asked, to get things going.

    “What do you mean?” Hopper asked, cluelessly.

    “Like do you want him to be human or orc or Elf or dwarf?” Dustin added to clarify.

    “Human, I guess,” the Chief said, squirming in discomfort.

    “Okay, Human,” Mike repeated writing it down a piece of paper in front of him.

    “What’s that?” Hopper asked, concerned about the writing.

    “It’s a character sheet,” Lucas said. “No big deal. It’s where we put the details about your character as you decide. Next is what kind of character do you want to be?”

    “How’s that?” Hopper asked again.

    “He means do you want your character to be a fighter, a wizard, a druid, monk, or something else?” Will replied, matter of fact.

    I don’t know what any of that means, except maybe fighter.”

    “Fighter fits you, okay,” Max interjected. “But I think a Ranger would best fit you, Chief.”

    “Yes!” Dustin agreed, enthusiastically. “Ranger is perfect. Solitary tracker and protector of those who have no idea of the dangers he has saved them from.”

    “Absolutely,” Mike said. “Skilled swordsman and hunter of wild orc and other Enemies of peace.”

    “Sounds about right,” Hopper said, nodding to convince himself.

    “Okay, next is Alignment,” Will said, taking the sheet proffered by Mike. “Are you good or evil?”

    “Good, of course,” Hopper said, shrugging his shoulder at the obvious.

    “But do you want your character to be good?” Lucas asked.

    “Uh, yeah,” Hopper said, incredulously. “How long is this going to take? Are we going to play or talk about playing all day?”

    “Don’t worry, Dad,” El chimed in. “Just a little longer on this character stuff. What do you guys think his alignment should be?”

    The table erupted into a passionate argument over Hopper’s moral compass within the game. At one point the Chief scooted his chair back and rose to leave the chaotic scene. El rose as well staring him down, silently reminding him of his promise. After the din lowered and brief explanation was made of morality codes, Hopper and The Party decided he would be Lawful Neutral, acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him.

    The character creation continued for another fifteen to twenty minute before Mike called the game to order.

    “After many long years of failure in seeking the true clerics, separately, the six of you meet up at the Stream of Fire tavern in the town of-”

    “When do I smite the dragon?” Hopper interrupted with a growl.
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  3. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Game Host Who Loves Fanfics & RPGs star 7 VIP - Game Host

    Aug 31, 2004
    "Taking Flight" [face_laugh] and "Teacher Becomes Student" -- you've got the logistics of character-sheeting down. ;)
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  4. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Oct 11, 2005
    There she is! :cool: Where have you been all day? :p

    I'm glad you enjoyed these, Nyota!
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  5. amidalachick

    amidalachick Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Aug 3, 2003
    Haha! I can totally hear him saying this.

    Great ficlets, both of them. I have to read more when I have more time. :)
  6. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Oct 11, 2005
    Thank you so much for stopping and taking the time to leave a comment, @amidalachick! I hope there is more coming from you soon.

    I'd love to hear from you if you ever find the time to look at some of the others. :D
  7. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Oct 11, 2005
    Out On a Limb - ST:2009

    The Rigelian Ambassador's question hung in the air like a lead balloon. Spock tilted his head and raised an eyebrow in nonverbal response. The Ambassador's eyes narrowed as each moment of silence ticked by. Spock did not break eye contact, but ever so slightly knitted his brows, which the statesman took as an insult to his intelligence. His face grew pink.

    Rigel was known as the Pleasure Planet for as many reasons as one could think of, allowing for the natives to be know as the most pleasant people to be around.

    Kirk, who sat the right of the Ambassador, had been all but shushed as the man seemed to take great pains to elicit an emotional response from his first officer. Uhura, Scott, McCoy, and Chekov as well as members of the staff completed the dinner party.

    Just as the silence was about to cause a diplomatic incident, Uhura spoke up.

    "My apologies, Ambassador," she began. "Mister Spock simply doesn't have the capacity to tell a joke."

    "Are you saying he doesn't know any?" replied the diplomat, frowning. "That seems unlikely."

    "It's not that at all," Uhura responded, amiably. "Spock's mind is sharp as a tack, like a steel trap, even waterproof. The trouble is that he would either ruin the punchline or deadpan a joke that should rise to it's conclusion. He is a master communicator, but a poor story teller."

    "Nyota," Spock whispered in to her ear. "What are you doing?"

    "Getting you out of this," she said under her breath.

    "I hardly-"

    "Let's try a basic joke," Uhura said, again to the Ambassador. "Spock, Knock, Knock."

    "As you well know, Nyota, the doors, here, are automatic and made of heavy metal, which would not require knocking, but using the communication system to request entry."

    "See what I mean," Nyota said shrugging her shoulders.

    The Rigelian remained undeterred. "Mister Spock, what do we call a group of stars that makes an imaginary picture in the sky?”

    Spock remains impassive. "I do not know."

    “A consternation,” the ambassador replied.*

    Muted groans were heard around the table though through broad smiles.

    After a moment of silence, Spock said to his host most earnestly: "That, Sir, is what I would call Doctor McCoy."

    Nyota almost spit her wine into her plate.

    Kirk's eyes popped and McCoy dropped his fork, ready to engage in verbal battle. But before he could get a word out, The Rigelian Ambassador burst into laughter, breaking the tension and allowing everyone else to laugh as well.

    Spock kept his right eyebrow firmly raised in defiance as he secretly relished his victory.

    *Consternation joke borrowed from
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  8. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Game Host Who Loves Fanfics & RPGs star 7 VIP - Game Host

    Aug 31, 2004
    "Spock's mind is sharp as a tack, like a steel trap, even waterproof. The trouble is that he would either ruin the punchline or deadpan a joke that should rise to it's conclusion. He is a master communicator, but a poor story teller."

    Perfect that it is our darling Nyota who sums things up so expertly and accurately :* all in an attempt to get Spock out of a tight only to find that he is able to make the guests and the Ambassador burst into unexpecrted laughter. He is good with surprises that way. ^:)^
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  9. Mira_Jade

    Mira_Jade The Fanfic Manager With The Cape star 5 Staff Member Manager

    Jun 29, 2004
    Gah, I'm here, I'm here! I have to apologise for being such a sporadic reviewer over the last year, my friend! That is definitely one of my goals to overcome in 2020, and so here I am to catch up on what I have missed. :D

    (Because you truly are a fantastic writer who has something worthwhile to share, and I get as much inspiration and encouragement from you as you get from my feedback. Thank you for that wonderful reply to my last review![:D])

    Aw! Again, I adore the little moments like this when El is just able to be a kid, as she truly deserves to be! A wonderfully soft scene of domesticity. [face_love] (I also can't blame El for having a liking for airplanes. :p)

    Ha!! I just LOVED this entire scene. [face_rofl] Hopper really will do anything for El, won't he? I got such a kick out of her silently staring him down, holding him to his promise.

    Also, the kids were spot on developing his character. Just saying! [face_whistling] [face_mischief]

    [face_rofl] Again, you have such a knack for capturing character voices! I could hear this perfectly in my head. Well done. =D=

    Lovely! Nyota is spot on, too - and her own gifts of communication are why they work so well together. I love how she's trying to save Spock here, until . . .

    As I was drinking my coffee here while reading this I can attest to this reaction!!! [​IMG] Talk about a punchline! [face_rofl] [face_laugh] [face_rofl]

    Great job with these ficlets, my friend! Just the same as always. =D= [:D]
  10. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Oct 11, 2005
    Thank you to @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha: and @Mira_Jade for their lovely reviews of Out on a Limb and the Stranger Things ficlets above.

    A/N: Tag to Star Trek: Picard episode 6: The Impossible Box - There are times in this series where I questioned Picard's actions, socially. There a are queues that he missed or moments where he lack the compassion his character is known for. Part of this could be attributed to age, but there is also the fact the even after all he has been through in the lead up to this series, that he has an arrogance regarding his former status that he is not fully aware of, or thinks is gone, but isn't.

    No Need for Words

    Jean-Luc Picard stood and clapped as Raffi burned her last bridge with Starfleet. It was a bridge she was not happy to burn, but her loyalty outweighed her disdain when it came to JL. If he wanted on that damnable Articfact, then she would hop to like a good little officer and do what he asked. Orders were orders even if neither one of them had been in Starfleet for the last 14 years.

    She did not like the clapping, though. She hugged her whiskey close and patted her coat pocket for her snake week vape. As she turned from the console she nearly fell from the chair. Thank the universe for Rios. Even if JL had lost his mind for a moment, or at least his sense of propriety, Rios understood. He had his own pain, but he knew hers very well. She gave Picard a sideways glance as Rios escorted her from the bridge back to her quarters. He was sitting again, smiling in relief. She had been blind to his faults. She had starry eyed with hero worship. She still was, but she was wiser now. The great Captain of the Enterprise was still only a man, imperfect by nature and down right self absorbed in this moment.

    She kept watching him as Rios half carried her to the turbolift. His smile faded when he locked eyes with Jurati. Raffi traced the line of sight and saw the glistening eyes of a woman who understood, a woman who knew sacrifice, different and treacherous, but sacrifice all the same. She did't care to look back at JL. She didn't want to see something she might never forget.

    She wanted to get high, but she was so tired. Blackmailing a Starfleet admiral, a friend, or, at least, putting her in an impossible position, took all she had. Picard would now be able to board the Romulan held, inactive, Borg Cube. She hoped it was worth it. She was barely conscious when Rios took her whiskey bottle and put it on the bad side table. Damn you, JL...

    * * * * *

    The door chime intruded on her alcohol induce coma. She didn't want to answer. She wanted to sleep...forever.

    "Go away!" she growled, turning and pulling the covers over her head.

    The chime continued, incessantly.

    "I don't want to talk to anybody," she said in a drunken drawl.


    "Audio on," she said, repressing tears.

    "Raffi," the familiar voice pleaded. "I need to talk to you. I...was-I don't know how to-"

    "It is always about what you need, isn't it, JL?" she sobbed. "Your needs and...everyone else can rot. I'm not your officer anymore. I don't want to open the door so I won't. Don't bother asking Rios, either."

    "I would...never..." Picard stammered. "Please, Raffi. I was wrong. I want you to see that I know...I was wrong.

    Raffi activated the door and it slid open. Picard stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped, a shameful frown on his face. He stepped in and at on the edge of her bed. Her covers were pulled tight around her, but her head protruded enough to see him. Her mop of frizzy golden brown hair partially obscured her face.

    He placed a hand where her leg was under cover. “Raffi, I-”

    “Don't talk, JL,” she said, softly.

    He nodded, gently stroking her leg, then letting his hand rest in place.
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  11. Mira_Jade

    Mira_Jade The Fanfic Manager With The Cape star 5 Staff Member Manager

    Jun 29, 2004
    Whew! So, I am going to watch Picard and then come back when I better understand the characters and what exactly is going on here, but, just at a glance this is woefully intense and heart rending for poor Raffi! My heart hurt for her, even without quite understanding the particulars. I liked the moment of quiet commiseration at the end, for what good it will do to help mend their relationship.

    Okay, I'm going to dive into this asap so I can be a better supportive sounding board than that paltry review. But, until then I am just glad that your muse is inspired and you're writing again. It's always wonderful to read these pieces from you! =D= [:D]
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  12. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Oct 11, 2005
    @Mira_Jade: Thank you, Mira, as always for leaving such a lovely review. This scene, in the show was strange. I hope you have had a change to see some Picard. It turns out to be pretty good. Not great, but pretty good.

    I have recently discovered the Netflix show The LAst Kingdom. I have struggled with my must to get anything down, but I hope the items below to tap the well and more will be forthcoming. I hope you enjoy.


    I am Uthred, son of Uthred, the heir of Bebbanburg, the Dane Killer. I have many names, many reputations, but it was slavery that brought me to an end and to new beginning. Being a slave, like being in a grand army can rip a man's identity from him, make him forget who he was, why he was, how he loved. Slavery show's a man or woman a different view of atrocities than what one would know as a victor in war.

    Halig, my loyal man, could not survive, his will was just not strong enough. For him to perish tied to the keel of the ship on which we row, as a lesson for me, will never be forgotten. But even as Halig was lost, Finan, my new brother was found. Thank the gods for him. Even as my formidable will falters, his voice is in my ear reminds me that this is not the end.


    A change of heart does not often come easy, a change in your way of thinking that can alter the course of one's life. Aldheim, senior adviser to King Ethelred, was now face with a quandary: Continue to serve his King, a man of poor taste, and even less regard for his kingdom and its inhabitants or confide in the lady Aethelfled, the King's estranged wife, and seek to save Mercia from his disastrous rule. What had caused the need for such a change? Was it how he saw the Lady treated by her husband, ridiculed and verbally abused and accused. Etherlred's disdain was palpable, as had been Aldheim's before he saw her as more than a bargaining chip, more than a King's daughter, worth more than his own life. Ah, Aldheim, your love for Mercia has now grown to a love for the only woman who can save it.


    The wedding was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but the tension in the hall was tight. Thyra watched watched her husband who stood near the king with a wistful smile. She never imagined such happiness after years abuse at the hands of her father's enemy. It was still unpleasant, at times, living among Saxons, being the receiving end of their glares, slurs, and hatred for her Danish blood. Se had hoped that marrying Beacca would soften such prejudice, but it had not.

    She felt hot breath on her neck, a sudden intrusion.

    “Dane Witch!” came the hissed slur from behind her. It was her tormentor from before, here in the palace. She looked at Beacca. His gaze was on the Prince. She sought her brother, Uthred. He watched intently the father of the bride. What could she do? Who could she turn to? It was a marriage ceremony. She could not make a scene. She could call down more insults for interrupting a royal proceeding. But, this man, this Saxon bastard, would not leave her in peace.

    He touched her arm, causing her to jerk away. Thyra's anxiety rose. The walls were closing in. She had to get out! She had to get home. She would be safe there. She could breath there. This savage would not get to her there. He would not dare to enter her home. She left the palace quietly, thinking she had evaded her tormentor.
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  13. Mira_Jade

    Mira_Jade The Fanfic Manager With The Cape star 5 Staff Member Manager

    Jun 29, 2004
    Whew! What an intense few character studies! I haven't watched The Last Kingdom yet - I know, I know, I have so many shows I need to catch up on :p - but I love this time period and its aesthetic. Like you usually manage with your fandoms, I am sure that your character voices are as spot on here as I come to expect from you. What really struck me most was the theme of each character finding strength - in themselves or in a goal or a person or even in trying to find a place of safety and belonging. Though I was still worried for Thyra there at the end. What a position to be in! :(

    These were fantastic sketches, again, and I hope that this helped break down a few walls for your muse. [face_love] =D=

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