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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: influence
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Major Matt Mason
The Hammer’s communications officer glanced over his shoulder. “Commodore?” the lion said. “Message for you personal, from TCS-5409 A Quiet Life.”
Bury Danyell frowned. “Personal?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The pangolin femme stood up. “I’ll take it in my office, please,” and she headed for the small room off the ship’s bridge. She sat down and tapped a scaled finger on her desktop. “Bury here – Meredith?”
“Hello, Danyell.” The golden palomino mare was wearing a gray Colonial Navy working uniform, with the four bars of a captain on her shoulders. “I figured that since we’re back insystem I’d say hello, and report in.” She didn’t look very pleased; more resigned than anything else.
“’Report in?’” Realization dawned, and the pangolin blinked. “I had nothing to do with – “
“I know,” Meredith said. “You were right; we’re stuck in this together now, and neither of us are high enough to do anything about it.” She gestured at her jumpsuit. “May as well look the part, right?”
Bury was glad that the mare wasn’t blaming her. “You don’t seem angry about it.”
A snort, followed by a lopsided smile. “We got the word from Transcosm while we were still in transit, so I’ve had plenty of time to get over being mad about it. The crew trusts me, and as long as the company keeps paying us they’re smooth with it.” She sighed. “I’ll have to break it to my parents, though. How are your husband and child doing?”
“They’re fine, so far.” The pangolin frowned. “’A Quiet Life?’ I thought your ship was – “
“Yeah, it was. Transcosm’s upgrading their fleet, and I was allowed to choose a new name.” The mare’s ears dipped. “Probably tempted Deus by choosing the name, but what’s done is done. This type carries a corvette’s weapons, but don’t expect me to go toe-to-toe with anything bigger.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Bury said with a smile. “You’re in support, so defend or run if the Confedders show up. We’re just forming up, so it’ll be a few days. Then a quick run to Moncayo to load up, and we join the Fleet. So you’ll have time to relax a little.”
“Good.” The screen went blank.
***
In a leaden voice, Balakrishnan said, “I’ve received word from the Foreign Minister. The Empire’s terms . . . are acceptable to the Lord Protector.” She braced herself, took a breath, and raised her head to meet the eyes of the lone vir on the Imperial side of the table.
“That is unfortunate.”
The vir’s words made the canine envoy’s ears go straight up. “What?”
“The Sovereign is not blind.” Navot’s tone of voice was flat. “He has seen the attack on Indawo, an attack made on a Colonial planet while Terra asked the Empire for terms.” Navot stood, towering over the Terran. “These proceedings are at an end.” She turned and headed for the door.
“Wait!” The vir paused and looked back as Balakrishnan asked, “What reply should I give – “
“No reply is necessary, Balakrishnan-jih.”
The door closed, and the canine buried her face in her paws.
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: influence
Thumbnail art by
technicolor_pie and 
Major Matt MasonThe Hammer’s communications officer glanced over his shoulder. “Commodore?” the lion said. “Message for you personal, from TCS-5409 A Quiet Life.”
Bury Danyell frowned. “Personal?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The pangolin femme stood up. “I’ll take it in my office, please,” and she headed for the small room off the ship’s bridge. She sat down and tapped a scaled finger on her desktop. “Bury here – Meredith?”
“Hello, Danyell.” The golden palomino mare was wearing a gray Colonial Navy working uniform, with the four bars of a captain on her shoulders. “I figured that since we’re back insystem I’d say hello, and report in.” She didn’t look very pleased; more resigned than anything else.
“’Report in?’” Realization dawned, and the pangolin blinked. “I had nothing to do with – “
“I know,” Meredith said. “You were right; we’re stuck in this together now, and neither of us are high enough to do anything about it.” She gestured at her jumpsuit. “May as well look the part, right?”
Bury was glad that the mare wasn’t blaming her. “You don’t seem angry about it.”
A snort, followed by a lopsided smile. “We got the word from Transcosm while we were still in transit, so I’ve had plenty of time to get over being mad about it. The crew trusts me, and as long as the company keeps paying us they’re smooth with it.” She sighed. “I’ll have to break it to my parents, though. How are your husband and child doing?”
“They’re fine, so far.” The pangolin frowned. “’A Quiet Life?’ I thought your ship was – “
“Yeah, it was. Transcosm’s upgrading their fleet, and I was allowed to choose a new name.” The mare’s ears dipped. “Probably tempted Deus by choosing the name, but what’s done is done. This type carries a corvette’s weapons, but don’t expect me to go toe-to-toe with anything bigger.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Bury said with a smile. “You’re in support, so defend or run if the Confedders show up. We’re just forming up, so it’ll be a few days. Then a quick run to Moncayo to load up, and we join the Fleet. So you’ll have time to relax a little.”
“Good.” The screen went blank.
***
In a leaden voice, Balakrishnan said, “I’ve received word from the Foreign Minister. The Empire’s terms . . . are acceptable to the Lord Protector.” She braced herself, took a breath, and raised her head to meet the eyes of the lone vir on the Imperial side of the table.
“That is unfortunate.”
The vir’s words made the canine envoy’s ears go straight up. “What?”
“The Sovereign is not blind.” Navot’s tone of voice was flat. “He has seen the attack on Indawo, an attack made on a Colonial planet while Terra asked the Empire for terms.” Navot stood, towering over the Terran. “These proceedings are at an end.” She turned and headed for the door.
“Wait!” The vir paused and looked back as Balakrishnan asked, “What reply should I give – “
“No reply is necessary, Balakrishnan-jih.”
The door closed, and the canine buried her face in her paws.
Category Story / General Furry Art
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Yeah, all he did was prove himself a two-faced speaker of lies. No need for words as the real claws are coming out.
Why does the idiot-spawn remind me of a puck with a knife - and the look on his face when the boy from down under just laughed and said, "That's not a knife - THIS is a knife."
Why does the idiot-spawn remind me of a puck with a knife - and the look on his face when the boy from down under just laughed and said, "That's not a knife - THIS is a knife."
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