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“Before We Launch” for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!

I didn’t post here last week, for good reason. Chef Bluebeard and I had our first romantic getaway, just the two of us. The kids, 16 and 13, were excited to stay home alone while we went to Maine. Although there were a couple of complications, they did very well. They were happy to see us come home, but both said they’re okay with us going away again.

They’re growing up, and becoming adults, and it’s reassuring to see that all the things they’ve been learning are there for them to count on when they need them.

But now, on to the WIPpeting!

It’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3623108/. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap

Trip’s poor treatment of the new Vulcan Science Officer has been noticed by Communications Officer Hoshi Sato – and she’s not happy with him. More, she’s willing to do something about it.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 18, 2017.
  • I have 3 paragraphs for you today. Why three? I added the digits of the date (1+8=9); then took the square root of the sum, which is 3.

“Before We Launch”

“That could wreck my entire career, Hoshi. You’d do that to me, just because I wasn’t nice to her? A Vulcan?”

“Yes, sir. I would. You’re a senior officer; you’ve had training in dealing with crewmates from other cultures. You’re supposed to know how to behave, Commander Tucker. If you don’t, Starfleet Command should know about it – before we launch.” Hoshi’s face said that she meant every single word she was saying. Trip wasn’t going to talk her into being okay with the way he’d treated the Vulcan Surprise Package, no matter how infuriating she was. And, now that he thought about it, she was completely right. He should be reprimanded. Maybe Jon should, too, but Hoshi hadn’t seen that bit.  And he wasn’t going to tell her; Jon was his best friend.

“Hang on a minute.” He was already turning around by the time he got to the end of the sentence. He marched himself right back up the step and around the corner to the Science Station. Was it his imagination, or did Miss I’m Turning My Back On You And Your Handshake look more than a little stressed and confused? Had it upset her, the way he talked to her? If so, why? What logical reason could there be for her to care?

What does Trip intend to do?

Will Hoshi do as she’s threatened?

Is T’Pol stressed and upset?

If so, why?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

 

Posted in Enterprise fan fiction, Fan fiction, Just for Fun!, Star Trek: Enterprise, WIPpet Wednesday, Writing in Freedom, Writing Sample

“You Wouldn’t Dare” for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


But right now, it’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

Trip’s facing the music – in the form of Ensign Hoshi Sato, who has her own tune to play…

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 4, 2017.
  • I have 4 paragraphs for you today.

“You Wouldn’t Dare”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Want to test that theory, Trip?”

“ That’s Commander Tucker to you. And I can order you not to say anything to my mother about what happens on the Bridge. I’m your superior officer.”

“I’ve done my homework, Trip. A Vulcan High Command rank of Sub-Commander supersedes yours, in case you didn’t know. So what you were doing out there was technically insubordination. But you’re right. Maybe it’s not your mother I should speak to. I do have a direct line to Admiral Forest -”

Will Hoshi make good on her threat?

Can Trip dissuade her?

What’s T’Pol up to?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!


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Something to Say for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


But right now, it’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

Trip walks away from his Vulcan Surprise Package – and straight into the music he’s got to face…

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 27, 2017.
  • I have 4 paragraphs for you today – I subtracted the first digit of the day from the second, incorrectly, because I have a bit of a cold and my brain is a little muzzy. (72 only equals 4 in my addled brain).

Something to Say

Hoshi Sato was standing there when Trip got to the Situation Room, and the way she had her arms crossed over her chest, and her foot tapping, said that he’d gotten in trouble with her. They’d become friends way back when she was trying to decide whether to take Jon’s offer of joining Starfleet. It wasn’t going to matter to her that he was her commanding officer, if she had something to say.

“What the hell are you thinking, Commander Tucker?” Her voice was a quiet hiss of fury; it reminded him of the way Miss “My Name Is T’Pol”’s eyes had somehow flashed anger at him even though nothing in her expression seemed to have changed by so much as a micrometer.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He gave her an aww-shucks shrug and grin, hoping she was young enough and complacent enough that she would let it go.

“Like hell you don’t, sir. She hasn’t done anything to any of us; she’s only been aboard for 8 minutes. It’s not fair to antagonize her just because she got assigned here, and she happens to be Vulcan. She can’t help who she is, or how humans feel about her people. Play nice, Commander Tucker, or I’m going to tell your mother when we get home.”

Will Trip play nice?

Will Hoshi tattle on him?

Will T’Pol’s second 8 minutes be as eventful as the first?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!


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Fiery Contrasts for #SoCS and #StoryADay

Hi there!

Today is Saturday, and that means it’s time for another Stream of Consciousness Saturday post. This week’s prompt is “cold/hot.”

Since I’m in the midst of another busy weekend as a hot sauce vendor with Chef Bluebeard’s Flavor Enhancement Sauces (craft fair today, and a farmer’s markets tomorrow and Monday), I’ve decided to combine the prompt with my two Story A Day pieces for today. The first is a battle between two sisters who have been fighting since childhood. The second is a character trying to sell another character on something. Both were written in stream-of-consciousness style (almost) without editing.

For Solemates (Trueborn Series): This novel chronicles the long-awaited coming-together of a starfaring man and a planetbound woman who have shared a deep telepathic bond since they were children – but have never actually met.

“Fiery Weaving”

Niaan shivered, despite her coat. The cold and dark were soaking into her, tasting of ashes and a mate she couldn’t feel.

Did Kaivelt yet live, or had her burned to ash while his ship moved toward them, bright as a firestar in the night?

“We must nay stop, sister.”

But Niaan did nay listen. She could nay. All was the searching after Kaivelt, in her mind and in the sky. The firestars held her with their cold heat, and she could nay move forward – until she saw the lifepine.

It was nay near as tall as Osiraan, but it would allow her to see the firestars, and search the skies for the first signs that Kaivelt’s ship was coming – and mayhap some proof that he yet lived.

“Do nay go into the trees, Niaan.”

Vaara moved to stand before her, teeth bared and ruff lifted. She would fight, if Niaan allowed it – but, in that breath, Kaivelt surged into her, and she was aflame, scorched by his Burning. Hotter than the firestars was the force of his being in hers, and it demanded without words or thought.

It needed, with the instinct of Huntlust and the need to survive.

She cried her need, his need out into the night, and drove down and beneath Varaa’s belly, snapping up as she passed, so that the Canivaarii would be distracted and unable to set fang to her. Then she was past, and near to the trunk, barely scaping the snarling jaws of her half-twin and gaining the tree.

Up she went, with nay a care for the wolf below; Vaara would nay climb, even for this, and so she was safe, and alone, and Kaivelt’s flames filled her, seared her blood and her breath with slicing talons of need.

No time for a bower, now. They were all flame, all need, hot fire and cold night air. She found a crook in the tree’s trunk, and wedged herself into it.

And then she gave herself to Kaivelt, and to the fiery weaving between them.


For “Highly Classified Drabbles”, a young woman must come to terms with an irreversible act she committed seventeen years before, and which she was later compelled to forget. I used the prompt words listed below.

  1. bomb
  2. signal
  3. afford
  4. unpack
  5. smell
  6. name
  7. discreet
  8. hot
  9. cold

Standard Disclaimer: I don’t own them, or profit from them; I just tell their stories, and share them.

Cut Short

“T’Pol?” Jonathan Archer stands by the door, watching her. “Why do I get the feeling you’re about to unpack a bombshell on me?”

His name was Jossen, and she had killed him. She can smell the fetid jungle, and the scent of his charred flesh, and she represses the need to retch.

She shivers despite being hot. Illogical that her guilt is a cold thing within her.

“T’Pol? You’re giving all the signals of a person who can’t afford to keep this to yourself. You brought me along because you trust me, and I’m discreet.”

Jossen’s cry echoes, cut short.

For more #SoCS posts, visit Linda’s prompt post.

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Attempt to Adapt for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


This has been a quieter week for me, but we’re ramping up for another growth cycle in our small business, so there is plenty for me to do. Honestly, there’s more to do than I can do, so I’m portioning it out, trying to find a workable blend of time for my own pursuits (fitness, writing, just being me), family interests (driving practice, homeschooling, hometending, talking, and the like), and the business (marketing and branding, administration, working markets and events).

But right now, it’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage – and peeks behind-the-scenes on that first mission.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol is inordinately aware of the Chief Engineer…will she be able to tend to her duty.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 20, 2017.
  • I have 2 paragraphs for you today – I subtracted the second digit of the day from the first (2-0 = 2).

Attempt to Adapt

“I’ll try to remember that,” she answered, as she had in the Ready Room. Logically, such details as his respiratory rate were of no concern to her. There should be no uneasy sensation in her digestive tract in relation to Commander “Call Me Trip” Tucker. At the earliest opportunity, she would meditate to deal with the agitation this human caused her. Until then, she must attempt to adapt.

Decided, T’Pol began a cursory examination of the science station. But she couldn’t focus on her duties. She remained in this heightened sense of awareness, her entire body tingling, until the moment he turned away.

Will T’Pol be able to adapt?

Why is her body tingling?

And why did Trip stare at her so long?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

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“My Name is T’Pol” for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


There are maybe things I could say about this past week – but I’ve said many of them already. So I guess I’ll just get down to business….

It’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol is having difficulty adjusting to duty on a human ship – or to the Chief Engineer, who just informed her he’s forgotten her name.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 13, 2017.
  • I have 23 sentences for you today – I added digit of the day (13), to the digits of the year (2+0+1+7=1o).

“My Name is T’Pol”

“My name is T’Pol.”

“Cap’n’s orders are that Sub-Commander T’Pol here is to be extended every courtesy. Now, I know none of us are too busy to drop anything we happen to be doing any time she’s got a question, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

He stepped up to the console beside T’Pol. His nearness, and the rancid edge of his scent, were a most disquieting combination. “May I please be excused, ma’am? I’d like to get that viewing table up and running before we launch, and it might help if I stop by the Engine Room and wave at folks – but, of course, if you need someone to hold your chair for you-”

“I require nothing of you, Commander.” Except, perhaps, that he take his agitating presence elsewhere.

“Common courtesy is to thank someone when they offer you their help, T’Pol. And to accept handshakes. And to call people by the names they want to be called.”

“Human courtesy, Commander Tucker. My people’s customs differ -” she considered how to broach the topic of what he had offered, and what it meant among Vulcans, but that was a discussion which required a level of privacy the current circumstances wouldn’t accommodate.

“Was there supposed to be an end to that sentence – cause I’ve got a lot of work to do, but I wouldn’t want it reported to the High Command that I interrupted their chaperone before she was done preaching at me.”

“Vulcan customs differ significantly, Commander. On my world, your action would be considered – most discourteous.”

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t your world. So, if you’re going to hitch a ride with us, maybe you’d better stow your customs, unless you’re going to tell us about them ahead of time. And I’d be damned willing to bet all of your customs are classified. So maybe you’d better go ahead and look up the database on etiquette, because none of us are observers. We’ve all got too damned much to do to nursemaid you for the next eight days, Sub-Commander T’Pol.”

The cadence of his voice shifted as he spoke, becoming nearly 10% faster, in addition to gaining a staccato pattern that affected his respiratory rate.

Will T’Pol take the time to learn human customs?

Will she ever tell Trip exactly what handshakes imply in her culture?

Will these two ever learn to get along with each other?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page,  or go directly to my brand-new story-in-progress, “Highly Classified Mission.” – new chapters posting about once a week.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

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My Motive Is… Belated #SoCS and #StoryADay for 9/9/17

Hello there!

It’s been a busy week, and I’m capping it off with Tugboat Roundup – a two-day gathering of tugboats for competitions and camaraderie on the famed and historic Erie Canal. Today’s #SoCS posts were written on the fly there, as a matter of fact.

This week’s prompt is “motive”, used however we please. I chose to combine the prompt with my #StoryADay posts for today – with interesting results. One of this week’s prompts was to change the gender of the main character, and another was to “break the rules.” My first story is onesinglerunonword – there are no spaces to be found anywhere!

Standard disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, and do not profit from this writing.

“WithinMyOwnMadness”

YoureleasedmeTLysmyownorisitthatyouarenolongermyownwhatcouldbeyourmotiveinreleasingmeifyoutrulyaremyownorhasitbeentrueallalongthatyoudonotexistanywherebutwithinmyownmadness?

For the second story, I’m sharing my Star Trek: Enterprise TnT fan fiction drabble (a 100 word story). I used the SoCs prompt word and several more prompt words contributed by my fan fiction readers:

  • nimbus

  • plausible

  • savagely

  • forgetful

  • dismissive

  • fanatical

  • morph

“Who Is Jossen?”

T’Pol has no answers for her question, nor an understanding of her own motive in coming here. The nimbus of almost-memory remains; there is no plausible explanation for how savagely she had attacked the crates of plasma injecctors; how forgetful and dismissive of the dangers she had been.

All attempts to comprehend her fanatical behavior fail, nor can she release the question that consumes her:

Who is Jossen?

All attempts to answer morph into images of two men running, leaves slapping her face, the hands, the priest and the stone beneath her.

Who is Jossen?

She must learn the answer.

This post is a belated entry into Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Wade in right  here!