Those poor aliens. They're still wondering how they ended up stranded on Theta Omicron 3, naked, without their space-ship and apparently enlisted into the Omicron Foreign Legion for the next 20 light-years. The last thing they remember is picking up this strange man with the umbrella from that backwater planet called Earth who only raised one single eyebrow when he materialised on their ship, saying "Interesting," in that mild voice. After that, only a huge blank. It had to be a coincidence, hadn't it?
I should have explained. Theta Omicron 3 has a very peculiar orbit around its sun. Affected by the two inner planets and the 17 outer planets (the sheer number of planets in that solar system make for interesting orbits anyway), Theta Omicron 3 orbits the sun on a close ellipse for about 50 years and then it enters a fairly distant orbit for about 37 years (during that time the planet is, in fact, not the third one in the system but the 8th, and although officially the Omicron's decided to stick with the name "Theta Omicron 3" for practicality reasons, there are still traditionalists who insist on calling their planet "Theta Omicron 8" during that time).
Logically, during the 50 years close orbit Theta Omicron 3 is very hot and bright, and therefore those years are called "light-years". The following 37 years of distant orbit the planet is a lot cooler and darker, and these years are called "dark-years". The aliens that abducted Mycroft just happened to enlist during a light-year period of the planet, that's why they enlisted for 20
Maybe that's the name of those traditionalists. Maybe they abducted Mycroft to use his genius to their advantage and force him to help them overthrow those wretched liberals.
I was going to give this a pass, until I read "Mycroft says he was abducted by the 'Cravolds Alliance'" and now I'm already kinda thinking up scenarios. Goddammit.
Fill: ((U+C+I) x (10-S))/20 x A x 1/(1-sin(F/10)) Part 1
anonymous
November 22 2010, 17:11:54 UTC
No Cravolds Alliance in this one. I don't what happened to that fic. *sigh* It went away and now you've got this instead. Sorry.
The thing about Earth, the captain thought gloomily - apart from the fact that it was a total backwater planet under the influence of rampant consumerism, not a species on it capable of manned flight out of their own solar system, for Omega's sake - was that it was in the middle of a busy route, directly on the way home, and it was fast becoming a Tradition.
He understood all about letting off steam, of course he did, but was it really necessary to pick up a native and take it for a ride every time they went past?
Granted, he admitted Beethoven was good, but they never managed to pick him up. No, they always got members of fauna so stupid it really was a wonder the planet had lasted so long. They were usually members of the dominant species too - or the species that thought it was the dominant one anyway, and none of the others seemed inclined to inform them otherwise, despite how many times the crew
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Re: Fill: ((U+C+I) x (10-S))/20 x A x 1/(1-sin(F/10)) Part 2
anonymous
November 22 2010, 17:14:35 UTC
It glanced around, tapping a furled umbrella against the floor. "Hm," it said mildly. "Interesting."
English, he noted abstractly; the human language he'd chosen to learn, given his crew's former propensity for Americans. He looked at his crew. He'd been perfectly ready to break out the old favourite, 'we come in peace' but the human's utter disinterest in its suddenly changed surroundings left him rather unsettled and put him off his stride.
It strode over to the waiting chair - normally the humans needed to be strapped down to the table for an hour or two of yelling and screaming before they were calm enough for the chair, though - and sat down, elegantly crossing its ankles. "Well?" It said.
"Well?" He echoed, bemused.
The human gave him a Look he hadn't known was possible from a non-member of the cold-blooded race found on Epsilon 5 known for eating enemies.
"Introductions," it said patiently, almost as if it was patronising him. "Do introduce yourself, it's only polite
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Logically, during the 50 years close orbit Theta Omicron 3 is very hot and bright, and therefore those years are called "light-years". The following 37 years of distant orbit the planet is a lot cooler and darker, and these years are called "dark-years". The aliens that abducted Mycroft just happened to enlist during a light-year period of the planet, that's why they enlisted for 20
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(Mycroft says he was abducted by the 'Cravolds Alliance' FWIW)
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*unfolds The List of Waiting Prompts*
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The thing about Earth, the captain thought gloomily - apart from the fact that it was a total backwater planet under the influence of rampant consumerism, not a species on it capable of manned flight out of their own solar system, for Omega's sake - was that it was in the middle of a busy route, directly on the way home, and it was fast becoming a Tradition.
He understood all about letting off steam, of course he did, but was it really necessary to pick up a native and take it for a ride every time they went past?
Granted, he admitted Beethoven was good, but they never managed to pick him up. No, they always got members of fauna so stupid it really was a wonder the planet had lasted so long. They were usually members of the dominant species too - or the species that thought it was the dominant one anyway, and none of the others seemed inclined to inform them otherwise, despite how many times the crew ( ... )
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English, he noted abstractly; the human language he'd chosen to learn, given his crew's former propensity for Americans. He looked at his crew. He'd been perfectly ready to break out the old favourite, 'we come in peace' but the human's utter disinterest in its suddenly changed surroundings left him rather unsettled and put him off his stride.
It strode over to the waiting chair - normally the humans needed to be strapped down to the table for an hour or two of yelling and screaming before they were calm enough for the chair, though - and sat down, elegantly crossing its ankles. "Well?" It said.
"Well?" He echoed, bemused.
The human gave him a Look he hadn't known was possible from a non-member of the cold-blooded race found on Epsilon 5 known for eating enemies.
"Introductions," it said patiently, almost as if it was patronising him. "Do introduce yourself, it's only polite ( ... )
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