February 7th – A Narrative Voyage
February 7, 2012 § 7 Comments
Prompt: Theme – Weird Space Ships
Captain Kinley slipped the N.S.S. Narrative from passive to active voice, the antagonist’s engine spitting out a dozen prose-lines to push her forward.
Traveling in the Narrative was…funny. It usually lead them somewhere by Kinley’s home planet, sure enough – there was New Damascus off to port- before reaching through the void and placing them near the galaxy’s current “climax.” Of course there were several side-trips along the way, storytelling stop offs that refueled either of the great ship’s two engines.
This time the Narrative found itself in a battle. They’d been asked to attend by the probable victors, to record and process, potentially even to weaponize. Almost every petty galactic empire hoped to have their conquest’s weaponized, to know that when the legend ship Narrative went to battle – it would be their glory and no one else’s to weigh the day.
He didn’t bother telling him that most of his cannon’s were love stories, that the only battle-sequences in his arsenal were massacres – not fair fights. Those few and a handful of pre-departure novels, Lord of the Flies, 1984, The Crucible and a short story titled Riki Tiki Tavi, made up the entirety of his arsenal. He’d never needed anything more, the Narrative was not a battle ship.
The combat was boring, few losses here, few losses there – neither side taking risks. Nothing heroic. Kinley figured it must have been a slow day for the old gal to have actually brough them here instead of dragging them off to who knows where to witness something greater. An archaeo-ship fleeing from a long dead civilization perhaps, or a child taking their first steps on the path to a tyranny. Something dramatic. Something interesting.
Kinley coughed, looking around the bridge to the rest of his crew. They came in two types. The first – grave and scholarly usually clad in thousand years since archaic uniform. The second – youth infused and costumed for a favorite character, sometimes a historical figure. Rarely the last. Most of the middle aged members of the crew were dressed in some style befitting the old behemoth medium of Anime, one of the pre-departure hangers on. A form of comic. Nobody made them anymore, but the classics had a certain staying power. He’d dressed a time or two, before his Captaincy. Strictly shonen stuff, of course.
Watching them now, especially the oldest crewmen who had a tendency for being stodgy, and especially the younger women for their excellent taste in character, he pressed a button. Somewhere in the Narrative’s depths, the Protagonist’s engine spun to life, slowly working lines of plot into the surrounding environs. The Captain relaxed his hand away from the button (though he knew the Hook in engineering would have a talk with him later,) waited, and began to record.
So what if it was cheating, maybe a little?