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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - DRAMA
A new job for Legacy means that it must stop off in Three Hills, where Sylvia suddenly finds herself confronting her past.
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These updates are just getting further and further apart, aren't they? I know, it's a failing of mine. Coupled with the fairly stark lack of inspiration I've been suffering, it's been understandably rough going. I still have every intention of finishing this. It's just going to take a while.
First of all, I have to give a shout-out to Mal4Prez, both as an inspiration for, and for providing the backdrop of, the next portion of the story. Niflheim is too good not to use again, and credit ought be given where credit is due. Way to make an unforgettable world, Mal4Prez! Also, please don't be too angry if the next one looks at first blush a bit similar to TFJ. I've had this plotline for a while, and I don't want you to think I'm stealing your stories.
Thirdly, you'll probably notice that this chapter is arguably the least violent one I've ever wrote, with the solitary exception of when Jacob gets slugged. It's also the smuttiest one yet, with content definitely NC-17 right at the end. If you're sensitive to that sort of stuff, you can read right up until the last chapterlet, because that's where all of it's stuffed.
Serenity, Firefly, and the 'Verse are property of Joss Whedon, Niflheim is the creation of Mal4Prez, and all the rest I claim in the name of Fatherland!
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The clamor in the cargo bay was intense, with the crowds outside milling about in the early evening, likely in response to one of the hundred or so celebrations that the locals threw for pretty much no conceivable reason. Why they felt the need to celebrate one of those holidays at the foot of Legacy's ramp was anybody's guess, but it made for a festive atmosphere on the ship, which was especially a blessing considering the circumstances.
"Good lord, how can you lift that?" Fiona asked, leaning on the stairs and watching as Sylvia set the weights back onto their rest. Sylvia gave her face a quick swipe with her towel before turning to the young woman.
"Repetition. Keep lifting heavy things, and you'll be able to do likewise," she pointed out.
"Until you can do some pretty incredible things," Zane agreed, curling his own hand-weights without letting any of the strain reach his voice. "You should have seen Casher exercising. Seriously, I had to give him the fuel-tank's blast shielding so he could do some worthwhile reps."
"Ixnay on the Ashercay," Daniel whispered, giving a glance down into the commons and the infirmary within.
"I was really starting to wonder about that, but nobody wanted to mention it..." Fiona began.
"Not now," Sylvia said, rising and stretching her shoulders. "She won't like to hear that sort of talk. She's not in the best of moods."
"I could tell," Fi muttered, shifting uncomfortably. "She was a bit rough with my... examination."
Zane cracked a smirk. "It was your first, wasn't it?" he asked. He let out a laugh, setting down his weights. "Friday always wants to keep the ladies on board up to date on their health. I can still remember the squawking Syl here put up when Friday boarded on Qartuph."
"Hey," Syl countered, "I'd never had a hand down there before!"
"Really?" Dan and Zane asked in unison.
"Perverts," Sylvia muttered, fitting another weight onto the bar. Zane held back a chuckle; she could already press more than he could by a fair margin. Sylvia gave the barest of glances toward Elias, standing insubstantially by the door, before laying back and preparing for her next set.
"What is it now?" Zane asked silently, setting his weights down.
"What?" Elias glanced up. "Oh, sorry. I was just lost in thought."
"Lost in my thought, you mean?" Zane countered.
"Ha ha, I'm a figment of your imagination," Elias' voice dripped with sarcasm. "Those jibes never do get old."
"Seriously," Zane asked. "What's crossing my brain on your side of the line?"
Elias, though, shook his head with a dismissive wave. "I'd just remembered something I heard, once. It's not easy to explain."
"Well?" Fiona asked. Zane started back when he realized she was standing right in front of him.
"Well what?" he asked.
"Would you... what's the term," Sylvia provided it for her, "spot me?"
Zane couldn't restrain himself from a laugh. "A pretty thing like you pumping iron?" he asked, shaking his head. "I just can't see it."
"It's no fair," she complained. "Everybody has something to do around here except me."
"You could just leave," Daniel pointed out. "I'm sure you could find work around here."
Fiona shook her head. "I told Jack I'd be getting of the next time he reached civilization, and this," she cast her hand toward the jubilant folk past the ramp, "is hardly what I'd consider civilization."
"Are you kidding?" Zane asked. "Planet I was from, if somebody lived to be as old as that guy," he pointed out one of the greyer-haired individuals dancing about the bonfire, "he'd be a medical marvel. Where I come from ain't any kind of civilization."
"That doesn't change the fact that I've been stuck on a backwater moon for the last month," she pouted. Zane sighed, then reached behind him, grabbing the smallest weight he could find, and holding it toward her.
"Start with these, then work your way up," he offered.
"But yours are so much bigger," she complained.
"An' I've been workin' my way up to them for more'n a year," Zane finished. He let the weights drop into her hand. "Just take it slow so you don't injure y'self."
She scowled, but glanced up as Jacob entered the cargo bay, hands akimbo on his hips and a look of mock-scorn on his face.
"I have never seen so slothful a crew in all my years," he exclaimed, before strutting down the stairs to the group.
"Pretty easy being slothful when there's nothing to do, Jacob," Syl pointed out without pausing in her press. Still, she aborted the set and set the bar in its rest to face him. "It's just lucky we stocked up on Shadow before the fighting broke out, or we'd be in some dire straits by now."
"Well, that's about to change," Jacob smiled.
"We've got a job?" Zane asked.
"Yup; we're meeting the Burggs from their command post on Three Hills."
Fiona's brow rose. "That's a long way away."
"Three Hills..." the blonde whispered.
"Still a hell of a lot closer than Shadow," he pointed out, waving a silencing hand toward her as she tried to get another word in. "And I realize that Three Hills ain't much of a civilization either, so you just listen to the captain for a moment, would you?"
When Fiona settled silently with a pout, Jacob continued, "Anne's got her hands full with Achilles, and she won't be available at all hours of the day like she needs to in case something untoward happens. You're a fairly decent pilot, so I'd like to hire you to fill the breach."
"You're offering me a job?" she asked, suspicion on her face.
"This ship needs a pilot, and at the moment, my wife has our son to deal with before anything else. Besides, it means you'll get to see all manner of interesting places, and take part in all manner of illegal activities," he offered with a smirk. Fi shook her head with a chuckle.
"You know, phrasing it like that makes it insurmountably hard to refuse," Her blue eyes came back up to Jacob's. "What's the pay?"
"Five percent," he forestalled her needlessly with a raised hand, "I realize that's less than the going rate for pilots, but it's all I can afford to give, and room an' board is gratis."
She frowned for a moment, then shrugged and took his hand in a shake. "I guess I'm your girl."
Jacob just stared at her for a moment, and Fiona glanced around to the other people in the hold, then back to Jacob. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Was I supposed to spit in my hand first?"
"No," Jacob said, quickly pulling back his hand before she attempted to do that very thing, "I was just surprised that you didn't complain," he quickly flashed a grin, before moving toward the stairs.
"Hey, boss," Zane caught him. "Do you like what I did with your room?"
Jacob paused, looking back with a shrug, "It's a bit snug, but it beats the hell out of sleeping in the nook. Soundproofing doesn't work very well, though." Zane scowled, turning back to his weights, and Jacob took a step toward him. "Get all the cats?"
Zane glanced up, then toward the open ramp. "No cats, boss."
Jacob nodded. "Then close 'er up. It's time all of us start earning our keep."
Daniel glanced toward Jacob as the captain strode away. With a skeptical look on his face, he turned to Zane. "All the cats?"
Zane shrugged. "Rats get everywhere when a ship's landed for any amount of time. That's why we leave the ramp down, so the cats'll get into the bulkheads and thin 'em out."
"So we have a bunch of cats running around inside Legacy?" Fiona perked up visibly. Zane shook his head.
"When the ship leaves atmo, the only food that's left is other rats. They can't digest raw protein, so they either starve to death, or they eat the protein, get toxic shock, and die in a hole. And there's nothing more foul than a rotting kitty you can't get at," Zane explained as he pounded on the buttons closing both the ramp and the airlock. "So we blast some steam in there, sends 'em all running."
"That's so cruel!" Fiona exclaimed.
"Crueler than a slow death by starvation?" Zane asked, then frowned. "No, you lift with just your arms. Using your legs defeats the purpose," he put her back into proper position. When she was hefting properly, Zane draped his towel across his shoulders and moved toward the shower. On the way, Daniel caught his arm.
"She's mine," he said with a smirk. Zane glanced back to Fi, then to Dan again.
"What gives you that impression?" he asked.
"She's closer to my age," he said.
"That just means I've got both experience and seniority," Zane replied smoothly, taking another step toward the door. He glanced back, noting that Dan had finished shaking his head scornfully and turned back to Fiona. With a grin, Zane quickly snapped the towel into his thigh. The youth leapt up with a startled yelp, clinging his wounded leg and staring balefully at the grinning mechanic. "The game's afoot, dear Watson."
With Daniel's burning eyes on his back, Zane made his whistling way to the shower.
Sunday, May 6, 2007 8:12 PM
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