hell with it.
Apr. 2nd, 2003 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holliI've posted more to my lj today than probably ever before. Huh.
Anyway, here're the fic bits-- snippets from the Epic Farscape Fic. They'll make sense in contaxt, if I ever write the damn context.
"I grew up on Moya, mostly," I tell him, and I'm not lying, mostly. "For the first few years of my life, my parents were off fighting and the DRDs changed more of my diapers than anyone else. It wasn't 'til after the war that I had anything like a normal childhood."
***
I'm a pack rat, something my parents could never afford to be. My quarters on Moya look like a regular bedroom exploded all over it, but I'm told that's normal for someone my age. Back of nav, my flyer looks similar. My room at Grandpa's house, in contrast, looks like any other guest room. But I'm only there on holidays anyway.
***
"...So, as my diplomatic status requires, I'll need private quarters and unrestricted access to my ship. In return, I'd be more than happy to mediate between... who did you say you were fighting, again?" I know, of course (how could I not!) but I learned statecraft from the best, and Rygel always told me it never hurts to be underestimated. The PK brass on this ship is about as low-level as can still be called "sir," so my best tactic here is to project blank, serene confidence until they give in. It works.
Anyway, here're the fic bits-- snippets from the Epic Farscape Fic. They'll make sense in contaxt, if I ever write the damn context.
"I grew up on Moya, mostly," I tell him, and I'm not lying, mostly. "For the first few years of my life, my parents were off fighting and the DRDs changed more of my diapers than anyone else. It wasn't 'til after the war that I had anything like a normal childhood."
***
I'm a pack rat, something my parents could never afford to be. My quarters on Moya look like a regular bedroom exploded all over it, but I'm told that's normal for someone my age. Back of nav, my flyer looks similar. My room at Grandpa's house, in contrast, looks like any other guest room. But I'm only there on holidays anyway.
***
"...So, as my diplomatic status requires, I'll need private quarters and unrestricted access to my ship. In return, I'd be more than happy to mediate between... who did you say you were fighting, again?" I know, of course (how could I not!) but I learned statecraft from the best, and Rygel always told me it never hurts to be underestimated. The PK brass on this ship is about as low-level as can still be called "sir," so my best tactic here is to project blank, serene confidence until they give in. It works.
