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18 October 2018 @ 10:10 am
Things Never Written  
Two weeks to NaNoWriMo and the brain refuses to think up anything until I turn it loose on _Public Works_ which will get blended into _Children of a Foreighn God_ once it's done.

So here's a scrap that never went any further . . . fortunately.

"Don't worry Dad. I haven't blown out the side of the station. Yet. I think I know how I need to adjust the chemicals, now. Right. Talk to you tomorrow." Harry hung up the phone and walked back to where Mikey was sighting in the improvised plasma rifle.

"So, what's keeping the Parental Unit too busy to come home for dinner _this time_?"

"Eh, he said something about stray dogs circling the embassy pod and howling. One of them got in and humped some ambassador from Whoknoooswere."

"Hmm, maybe we ought to go catch some of the strays. They could come in handy as a distraction, if we attack any Whoknooosweren liners."

"Yeah, but first we need to hijack the HAFAS when it comes into dock. _Then_ we can start planning our careers as space pirates."
Mikey sneered. "Highly Automated Fast Attack Ship. The nickname is a bit obvious. You'd think they would have noticed and named it something different."
"Yeah, but adults can be remarkably stupid. And their security measures are definitely half assed, so we're in business."
"Do we really have to take Doris with us?" Mikey's voice edged toward whine.

"Yes. We promised Dad we wouldn't go anywhere with out the babysitter. Beside, she can probably cook. And if we bring her boyfriend along, she won't complain too much."

Mikey sneered. "And what happens when she wears out this one? You're almost old enough for her to notice."
(Anonymous) on October 18th, 2018 05:10 pm (UTC)
Comet risen?
Aka Hell Hounds in Spaaaaaaace!!!! The genius child, the terrified and very busy parent, the incompetent military bureaucracy, the predatory babysitter. All it really needs is a Retief copy from the planet Laumer to keep the thing from going totally off the rails, or at least for it to land upright.
We need this to be written in about a year, after the endorphins from Cooking Hot have settled down.
cnmckenney on October 18th, 2018 05:36 pm (UTC)
Not Written
Yes. This might need a bit of fleshing out and tightening up to be ready for prime time. it is an excellent example for teaching writing. You did a very good job of drawing an environment, characters, and immediate society by implication.
matapampamuphoff on October 18th, 2018 05:55 pm (UTC)
I wonder what Doris' boy friend is like? Space biker that the boys use for a scary looking puppet? A rich gentleman who really wishes he hadn't gone slumming and been picked up by Doris? A clever(enemy?)government agent who's just met his match?

The possibilities are wide-open at this point.

:: Sigh :: This is how I ruin my reputation as an old fashioned feminist.
Mike WeatherfordMike Weatherford on October 18th, 2018 06:04 pm (UTC)
And we love you for it. Add in a newly-hatched witch who's one of Xen's children and running away, and a really nasty political kerfuffle, and I'd be hounding you to buy it!
matapampamuphoff on October 18th, 2018 07:12 pm (UTC)
I shall have to consider the possibilities for a parallel Earth with an interstellar empire.

Or just start a new series, if I ever do anything with the above.
mbarkermbarker on October 19th, 2018 10:19 am (UTC)
I have to admit, I wonder what kind of ship they actually end up with? I mean, it could be the Happy Android Festival Anniversary Ship, loaded with leftover androids from the last HAF event... which is why the security ain’t so great, nobody in their right mind wants them!