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Layover
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
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“Magus Traffic Control to Kiss Me in the Dark.”
“Go ahead, Magus Station,” Jemel said, glancing back at Meredith. The mare nodded and smiled encouragingly.
“Cleared for mooring buoy PT-22. Welcome home.”
“Thanks, Magus Station.” Jemel placed his paws on the control grips and adjusted the ship’s heading and velocity, piloting it away from the rest of the convoy as it started to split up. The freighter started moving toward the buoy while Jemel studied the main display carefully. After a moment the wolf cocked his head and said, “Captain?”
“Yes, Jemel?”
“Incoming message, for you personally.” Elroy and Ginny glanced at each other, recalling the last time that had happened.
Obviously the golden palomino recalled it as well. “On my headset, please.” A pause. “D’Estcourt.”
“Tar gar mevik, narchak, Gartabin,” Varan said, and the two engineers and the pilot looked relieved at the smile on Meredith’s face.
“Tar gar mevik, Tabin,” Meredith replied. “Aane meschfikin i’?”
“Aanā, rērth. Zhazhmalā tar mir olin, Gartabin.”
Meredith smiled. “Malā ni’ mag, vī. Fūrin i’?”
“Ulnt.” The connection broke, and Meredith sat back in her seat.
“So,” Ginny said.
“Hm?”
“How’s Varan?” the rabbit doe asked.
Meredith blinked. “How do you know it was Varan?”
The rest of the command crew exchanged grins as Ginny replied, “You only smile that way for two people – and Fuji’s still on board.” She giggled as Meredith blushed.
“So, how’s she doing?” Elroy asked.
“She’s doing well,” Meredith said, and smiled.
***
“Oh, sweet embrace of gravity! How I’ve missed you!” Varan’s ears and tail twitched as the first Terran off the shuttle at Magus Station, a beagle, basically threw himself to the deck and ended up face down.
A rabbit femme nudged him in the ribs with her foot. “Oh, get up. You’re blocking the doorway.” The canine got up as the furs behind him laughed and left the shuttle. The vir smiled as Meredith and Fuji came through.
All three embraced, and Varan asked, “What was that all about?” as they started moving toward the station’s concourse.
Fuji rolled his eyes and Meredith replied, “There were a few things we had to leave without fixing. One of those was the artigrav.” Her mane had been trimmed back, leaving it an uneven and tousled mess; her tail had been braided into one long plait that hung to her knees.
“Nearly a week in zero-gee,” the Komodo monitor added. “Most of us have bumps and bruises.”
“I have a room reserved,” the vir said. “I cannot stay very long, as the Kith is still on defensive alert.”
“I saw all the ships’ IDs,” Meredith said. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt.”
“And I’m happy that neither of you two were harmed. You said that you were headed to God’s Armpit.”
“Yes, after a couple days to get the cargo offloaded and all the paperwork take care of.” Meredith glanced up at the taller vir. “So this is just a layover.”
“I suppose there is enough time to do that,” and the two Terrans blinked before Varan said, “to lay over.”
All three started to laugh.
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
ahro“Magus Traffic Control to Kiss Me in the Dark.”
“Go ahead, Magus Station,” Jemel said, glancing back at Meredith. The mare nodded and smiled encouragingly.
“Cleared for mooring buoy PT-22. Welcome home.”
“Thanks, Magus Station.” Jemel placed his paws on the control grips and adjusted the ship’s heading and velocity, piloting it away from the rest of the convoy as it started to split up. The freighter started moving toward the buoy while Jemel studied the main display carefully. After a moment the wolf cocked his head and said, “Captain?”
“Yes, Jemel?”
“Incoming message, for you personally.” Elroy and Ginny glanced at each other, recalling the last time that had happened.
Obviously the golden palomino recalled it as well. “On my headset, please.” A pause. “D’Estcourt.”
“Tar gar mevik, narchak, Gartabin,” Varan said, and the two engineers and the pilot looked relieved at the smile on Meredith’s face.
“Tar gar mevik, Tabin,” Meredith replied. “Aane meschfikin i’?”
“Aanā, rērth. Zhazhmalā tar mir olin, Gartabin.”
Meredith smiled. “Malā ni’ mag, vī. Fūrin i’?”
“Ulnt.” The connection broke, and Meredith sat back in her seat.
“So,” Ginny said.
“Hm?”
“How’s Varan?” the rabbit doe asked.
Meredith blinked. “How do you know it was Varan?”
The rest of the command crew exchanged grins as Ginny replied, “You only smile that way for two people – and Fuji’s still on board.” She giggled as Meredith blushed.
“So, how’s she doing?” Elroy asked.
“She’s doing well,” Meredith said, and smiled.
***
“Oh, sweet embrace of gravity! How I’ve missed you!” Varan’s ears and tail twitched as the first Terran off the shuttle at Magus Station, a beagle, basically threw himself to the deck and ended up face down.
A rabbit femme nudged him in the ribs with her foot. “Oh, get up. You’re blocking the doorway.” The canine got up as the furs behind him laughed and left the shuttle. The vir smiled as Meredith and Fuji came through.
All three embraced, and Varan asked, “What was that all about?” as they started moving toward the station’s concourse.
Fuji rolled his eyes and Meredith replied, “There were a few things we had to leave without fixing. One of those was the artigrav.” Her mane had been trimmed back, leaving it an uneven and tousled mess; her tail had been braided into one long plait that hung to her knees.
“Nearly a week in zero-gee,” the Komodo monitor added. “Most of us have bumps and bruises.”
“I have a room reserved,” the vir said. “I cannot stay very long, as the Kith is still on defensive alert.”
“I saw all the ships’ IDs,” Meredith said. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt.”
“And I’m happy that neither of you two were harmed. You said that you were headed to God’s Armpit.”
“Yes, after a couple days to get the cargo offloaded and all the paperwork take care of.” Meredith glanced up at the taller vir. “So this is just a layover.”
“I suppose there is enough time to do that,” and the two Terrans blinked before Varan said, “to lay over.”
All three started to laugh.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
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when I was teaching fencing, and being I was self taught (so I had to read and understand) I came to an epiphany about language, which is no more than a sound meant to convey an idea. It could be any sound at all. This thought came about through a study of the French school, and the Italian school which were the two predominant 'recognized' fencing methods. The French concentrated on deflecting the opponents blade while the Italians concentrated on controlling the opponents blade. (there is, of course, much more to this than my steamed version)
Where the French had eight hand/blade positions, and called out by the numbers, the Italians had four arm positions, and four hand positions for each arm position. Where the French used a verb/adverb method of calling the actions (extend/hard, medium, soft), the Italians had a name for every action.
So - if I say to you, 'agroo-uh', and you understand exactly what I meant by it, then you have language.
It is possible, that each freighter cruising space formatted and applied their own invented language.
Not important - just felt like sharing...
V.
when I was teaching fencing, and being I was self taught (so I had to read and understand) I came to an epiphany about language, which is no more than a sound meant to convey an idea. It could be any sound at all. This thought came about through a study of the French school, and the Italian school which were the two predominant 'recognized' fencing methods. The French concentrated on deflecting the opponents blade while the Italians concentrated on controlling the opponents blade. (there is, of course, much more to this than my steamed version)
Where the French had eight hand/blade positions, and called out by the numbers, the Italians had four arm positions, and four hand positions for each arm position. Where the French used a verb/adverb method of calling the actions (extend/hard, medium, soft), the Italians had a name for every action.
So - if I say to you, 'agroo-uh', and you understand exactly what I meant by it, then you have language.
It is possible, that each freighter cruising space formatted and applied their own invented language.
Not important - just felt like sharing...
V.
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