tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69948672889742383392024-03-08T22:18:27.411+01:00Beta Hero FictionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-78849256374375967612013-12-06T11:03:00.002+01:002013-12-06T11:03:30.351+01:00Finding inspirationFinding inspiration isn't always as easy as it sounds. Actually, most of the time I find myself looking for inspiration and not finding any. It's not an easy concept to grasp. Sometimes I'm in an (what I like to call) inspired mood. For me, those usually last a few days and my stories take huge leaps forward. They seem to appear out of nowhere, I just wake up with a bunch of ideas on how a story should continue and I spend hours writing them down and perfecting them. After a while, it just stops as suddenly as it started. <div>
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I never use my inspired mood to actually write pieces other than simple drafts. I mainly work on plots, certain scenes I want to add to the story and adding depth to my characters. Surprisingly enough I'm not a better writer when I get inspired. My grammar gets a little sloppy and I tend to get into too much detail. I always need to go back in later and eliminate half of the details I put in. </div>
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But now for the hard part: what if inspiration seems to have taken a leave of absence? What if it just doesn't start flowing the way you like it to? There are tricks to get inspiration and for everyone there's another one that works. I mainly use three tricks to get on in my stories.</div>
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The first trick is research and reading. When I need inspiration I just start reading up on the subject. This week I've been working on the plot for the USS Falcon Christmas Special. To start I did the simplest thing I could think of, I googled on the term 'Christmas special'. That lead me to a bunch of Christmas special related wiki pages including a full listing of Christmas specials from running shows. While going through all the information I found I made a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind_map" target="_blank">mind map</a> to keep track of Christmas related ideas. Later on I'll use that to determine the main plot of the special. </div>
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The second trick is using the characters of the story. Since the characters of the USS Falcon are pretty much done I can get inspiration by just examining how they would react to a particular situation or another character. It gives information on what plotlines could work. For example, I don't have a religious character in this story so it would make no sense to focus on the religious part of Christmas. </div>
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The last trick is using cliches to your advantage. I've talked about this before and I can't talk about it enough: cliches are cliches because they work. So use them to your advantage. My mind map for the Christmas special is loaded with cliches. Not because I'm going to copy them into the story, but because they can help me set up a plot for this special. </div>
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So that's my way of finding inspiration when I'm not in a flow. I'm curious, what do you guys do to get inspiration?</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-70579007595217982542013-11-29T15:25:00.000+01:002013-11-29T15:25:27.698+01:00Overcoming a writersblock by writing a Holiday Special Hello again. As you may have noticed it has been quiet on this blog again. It's not because I haven't written anything lately, but mainly because I'm stuck in chapter 5 of the first Star Trek Falcon episode. I'm okay with what I've written so far, but I'm not sure how to make the transition to the second part of the chapter. Later today I'm giving it another try, but if that doesn't work I'll consider dropping the second part.<br />
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Something that hasn't been helping is the fact that while watching the third season of Star Trek Enterprise I realized that some characters needed a little bit more work so they won't resemble certain characters of Enterprise too much. I have to say that it wasn't exactly the most encouraging moment when I realized that the story needed a little bit more work than I initially thought. Of course, since the first version it really has come a long way, but it wasn't quite there yet. I'm happy to report that I'm actually working on character profiles for all the main characters and I'm putting a lot of thought into their development throughout the series.<br />
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To get myself going again with the story I picked up a little side project for this month. Since Christmas is approaching I decided to write a Christmas Special involving the senior staff of the Falcon. Today I started brainstorming and I hope to have a plot and chapter planning for the special ready by the end of the weekend. Although you guys haven't met all the senior staff members just yet I decided to include them all into the special. Just consider it a sneak peek of what to expect of the dynamics between characters.<br />
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That's really all for now. I hope that you're as excited about the special as I am. Also, I'll try to update the Episode one again this week. I've been stuck for long enough.<br />
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For now, have a great weekend and I hope I'll see you again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-4966527023260255592013-11-07T10:22:00.002+01:002013-11-07T10:22:48.013+01:00The art of finishing It's been too long since I wrote here. Of course there are reasons why it took me so long to write, but basically it all boils down to this: I have a problem finishing what I start. It's a common problem among (fanfiction)writers. We get inspired, start typing away and end up with a writersblock that is just too scary to overcome. Just take a look around at <a href="http://fanfiction.net/">fanfiction.net</a> and you'll know exactly what I mean. Half of the work is unfinished or 'temporary' on hold.<br />
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When I was last here I promised you guys that the 'The last little bit' (Arrow) would be done by the start of the second season. As you may have noticed, that was last month and I haven't even uploaded a single chapter. To be quite honest, I haven't even written a paragraph for this story. The reason why is simple, I couldn't get into the flow of the first season. I totally lost touch with the characters and found it impossible to write anything that wasn't incredibly out of character. Apart from that I never really made a planning on what would be happening in the remaining 3 chapters (the last one I have a pretty good idea), so I had to go back and find things to write about. I can tell you, that's hard when you can't seem to get into the flow of the show anymore.<br />
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And there you have it, a writersblock. Combined with a demanding life (exams at school, coworkers who come down with something) this is fatal for any piece I write and no piece seems to be immune to it.<br />
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The next couple of months I want to focus on learning how to finish. Not just for writing fanfictions, but also for writing blogposts (I have at least 10 unfinished blogposts in my concepts folder) and original (short) stories I work on. I want to master the art of finishing.<br />
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So what to expect for the coming month? I'm sorry to say but I'm putting 'The last little bit' on hold again. I'll be working on the story planning and hope I'm getting back into the flow by watching the second season. I'm getting back to you when I can finish it.<br />
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Star Trek Falcon will be back shortly. I've been watching Star Trek Enterprise and I have a whole bunch of cool new idea's for new episodes. But first things first, next chapter of episode one will be a scene involving Captain Dolch and Lieutenant Wildt. I'll be going a little into the background of Danielle Dolch, Mick Dolch and Kevin Wildt. I think it'll be very interesting.<br />
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As for the blog posts, I really want to write about writersblocks, tips and tricks to finish a story and planning a story before you start writing. I have enough idea's really. If you have anything you'd like to see a post about, just let me know in the comments and I'll see what I can do.<br />
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That's it for now. Hope you'll stay tuned and I'll see you next time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-18545330562272871052013-09-23T22:21:00.001+02:002013-09-23T22:21:26.612+02:00Dexter: Guardian Angel<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<b><span lang="EN-US">Title: </span></b><span lang="EN-US">Guardian Angel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">Summary: </span></b><span lang="EN-US">Dexter shouldn’t take Batista for a fool,
because god knows, he isn’t. He’s just a hell of a friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">Disclaimer: </span></b><span lang="EN-US">If Dexter had been mine, it would have ended
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Author Note: </span></i></b><i><span lang="EN-US">I know I should be working on my
(overdue) Arrow fanfic, but since I watched the final episode of Dexter today I
just couldn’t get this idea out of my head. I can’t say I’m a fan of the last
season of Dexter, but I loved this scene. This is my take on what is on
Batista’s mind when he is confronted with Saxon’s death. Enjoy and don’t forget
to tell me what you think of it!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Batista
couldn’t have been more surprised when he was called down to deal with an
incident involving Saxon. Not only had the sorry excuse for a human being been
stabbed to death with a pen, apparently Dexter Morgan was somehow involved. At
first Batista had thought he had simply misunderstood and the officer at the
scene had mentioned Dexter in some other context, but that feeling had faded
fast when he found Dexter sitting in a corner of the interrogation room. He
felt a knot form in his stomach, what had Dexter gotten himself into?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The
footage of what had happened was shocking to say the least. It was almost like
he wasn’t looking at Dexter, but at somebody completely different. Quinn stared
blankly at the TV screen, his mouth curled into a deep frown. Although the
officers on the scene had said it looked like self-defense that wasn’t exactly
what the footage was showing. Of course, Saxon had launched at Dexter first,
wounding him in the left shoulder. But what happened then looked more like a
premeditated murder, like it had all been part of a plan. He moved fast and
with a deadly precision, much like somebody who had a lot of experience in
killing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Dexter
was still sitting in the corner of the room, leaning against both walls.
Batista could be mistaken, but he didn’t seem particularly sorry about what had
happened, nor did he seem to be in shock. He slowly let his head rest against
the wall and let out a small sigh as he looked away from the screen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Batista
looked back just in time to see how Dexter calmly pressed the alarm button
after observing the scene for a few moments. There was something eerie about
the way he pressed that button. Batista paused the tape and put the remote back
on the table. He took a moment to order his thoughts before speaking. “Dexter…”
He looked at the man he had called a friend for so many years, and then looked
back at the paused image on the screen. “Help me out here. What, what were you
doing with Saxon?” He tried to look Dexter in the eye, but Dexter avoided his
gaze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> “I went in to do a GSR test.” He stated in a
matter of fact tone, like he was pointing out the obvious. To Batista it was
anything but the obvious. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“But you
don’t even work here anymore, how are we gonna explain this?” He made a
helpless gesture at the TV screen. He understood Dexter, why he had done what
he had done. Like hell, he would have liked to do it himself after what the
bastard had done to Deb, but how was he ever going to explain a former employee
walking in to do a test that hadn’t even been ordered yet and then ending up
stabbing the suspect to death with a pen? Even if Dexter wouldn’t have had a
motive this would have been suspicious at best. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I’m
officially here until the end of the week.” Dexter looked at Batista from the
corner of his eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Batista
couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no doubt left in his mind that
Dexter had murdered Saxon, and that he had planned the whole thing. He had
counted on Batista to deal with the incident and letting him off the hook. Batista
threw Dexter an annoyed look. Did he even realize what kind of moral dilemma he
was facing right now? Why did he have to go and take matters in his own hands
while Saxon was going to get a well deserved death penalty anyway? It seemed so
pointless. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Not that
it mattered anymore. Turning back time so that he could smack some sense into
Dexter wasn’t exactly an option, so he had to go with second best: Covering up
what had happened in that cell and hope it would never see the light of day.
“Okay. But why would you personally do this test? After what he did to Deb.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“It’s
exactly because of what he did to Deb that I went in there. I wanted to make
sure everything was handled perfectly, by the book. No mistakes.” He looked at
Batista from the corner of his eye, as if he was checking to see whether
Batista was going along with his story. “And I wanted to look him in the eye.”
He added after a pause as his eyes narrowed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Batista
could feel a chill going down his spine. This was a side of his friend he had
never seen before, but somehow it felt like it had always been there, hiding in
the dark. He threw Quinn a questioning look, before he was going to do this, he
needed to know whether Quinn was going along with this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Quinn
had been quiet during the whole thing, he never said a word. Batista knew Quinn
and Dexter didn’t exactly classify as friends. After all, it wouldn’t be the
first time Quinn questioned Dexter’s actions. Quinn briefly glanced back before
going back to staring at the screen. He didn’t seem interested in punishing
Saxon’s murderer for his actions, not after what the man had done to Deb. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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glanced briefly at Dexter before focusing on the still image of Saxon bleeding
to death while Dexter watched. Finally he nodded. “Okay, I get that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Quinn
shrugged slightly as he looked from Batista to Dexter. “It’s obviously self
defense.” He finally spoke. Dexter eyed him suspiciously. Quinn just nodded at
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Yeah…”
He added in a low voice. “We got everything we need.” He knew he made the right
call, Dexter deserved better than going down for murdering a serial killer. He
looked back at the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I’m
glad he’s dead. I wish I could have done it myself.” Quinn spoke up, Batista
nodded in agreement as he clenched his jaw. The world was a much better place
without Saxon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He got
up before turning to Dexter again. “You should go Dex, I know you have a lot to
deal with.” Like getting out of the country, in case somebody not as
understanding would lay eyes on this tape. Cautiously Dexter got to his feet,
like he didn’t quite believe they’d let him walk. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Yes.”
He straightened his back and quickly walked across the room. His shoulder
didn’t seem to bother him that much as he opened the door to leave. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Hey…”
Batista stopped Dexter in the doorway. Dexter turned around with a questioning
look on his face. Casually he slipped his hand in the pocket of his pants as he
held the door open. There he was again, the Dexter Batista knew, like nothing had happened. He let out a
sigh before continuing. “I’m praying for her.” He simply said. Dexter looked at
him with a face that looked like a mix of sadness and regret. He let out a
sigh. Batista wasn’t sure what to think of it. Without saying another word he
nodded and turned around. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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watched him leave the station. There was no doubt in his mind he had done the
right thing letting Dexter get away with murder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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command, the newly upgraded USS Falcon. While the last few updates and tests
are being conducted she and her crew arrive at the space doc for their mission
of exploration near the Neutral zone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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belongs to paramount pictures, I’m just borrowing it and using it as a
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<i><span lang="EN-US">This chapter was
originally the second chapter of this episode, but I just felt like there would
be more interesting to go with Emma and Mick first for two chapters to
establish the relationship between them a little more before the story goes on.
Also, this is a really fast update after the last chapter because part of this
chapter has been written earlier. I would like to make it a habit to update so
fast, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to write that fast in the future. Besides,
my neglected Arrow fanfiction really needs some attention.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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welcome any comments, tips or ideas for later chapters. Enjoy this next
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made her way to the bridge. Somehow she could appreciate the quiet and peaceful
atmosphere of a ship during the period of docking and preparing for a new
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during the last couple of months it had been upgraded to meet the requirements
for its upcoming mission near the neutral zone. Although nobody expected
trouble with the Romulans some admiral higher up had ruled that it wouldn’t
hurt to fit the Falcon with a brand new weapons array and state of the art
sensor equipment, just in case. When Danielle had learned that the Admiral in
question had been the former captain of the USS Falcon, she couldn’t help but
to smile. She would have done the same thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was interrupted by agitated voices coming from the hallway leading to the
Armory. Danielle hesitated, the Bridge was the other way. If there was
something going on in the Armory that she ought to know about she trusted her
staff to contact her. After all, she had selected them with great care. On the
other hand, the bridge would manage without her and a slight detour couldn’t
hurt. Curiosity got the better of her and she changed direction towards the
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Armory Officer arguing loudly. “I could be mistaken off course, but I believe I
was assigned as Chief Tactical Officer aboard this vessel. You might as well
leave tactical decisions to me, Caranore.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Caranore grinned at her. “Is it now? It’s like the
torpedoes all over again. I don’t need to remind you who turned out to be
right, right?” Caranore paused for a moment as Marchant gave him an annoyed
look. “Who made you Chief Tactical Officer anyway?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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she didn’t know what was. “That, Lieutenant, would be me.” Marchant almost
jumped to attention while Caranore swirled around. He opened his mouth to say
something but Danielle put up a hand to silence him. “Lieutenant, I’d like you
to take a moment to reconsider the remark you’re about to make and keep in mind
that I am the Captain of this vessel.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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blinked. “How did you know?” Danielle smiled at her Armory Officer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“What can I say? I have a brother like you.” She
looked at her two senior officers. “Now, what seems to be the problem?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“We have a disagreement over where the phasers should
be stored.” Marchant gave Caranore an angry glare, but he seemed unimpressed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Danielle looked from one to the other, they had to be
kidding. “Don’t we have protocols for that sort of thing?” She asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Yes, we do.” Caranore answered in a dry tone.
“Protocol states phasers should be stored in the Armory and distributed as
needed when needed.” He smirked at Marchant. “And seeing we’re currently safely
docked I’d say we don’t need phasers distributed all over the ship.” He paused.
“Just imagine what trigger happy Tactical officers might cook up while being
bored.” He added in a low voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Marchant rolled her eyes. “You left out the part of
the protocol where the Chief Tactical Officer, a.k.a. me, gets to decide what
‘distributed as needed when needed’ means.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Danielle
suddenly had the feeling she was a kindergarten teacher trying to resolve a
fight between two five-year-olds instead of a starship captain. She gave her
officers a skeptic look. “Seriously? Is this what I can expect of the two of
you for the rest of the mission? Don’t you have anything better to do than
argue over when, how or where the phasers should or should not be stored?” Marchant
looked at the tips of her shoes while Caranore just kept staring straight
ahead, neither of them seemed interested in looking their captain in the eye.
“That’s what I though.” Danielle concluded. “Carry on.” She nodded her head and
turned to leave the Armory. </span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">As the
doors of the armory slit shut behind her she could hear the discussion between
her two officers continue in lowered voices. Although she knew she shouldn’t
she couldn’t help but to smile. One was even more stubborn than the other but
she was quite sure they were evenly matched and eventually they’d settle on
what would be the best for the ship. Might take a while, but they would get
there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Without
further incident she reached the turbo lifts. As she entered she heard
footsteps quickening as they approached. “Hold it for me, would you?” Danielle
turned around to find Ensign Spinn running towards her. He was a short,
slightly chubby guy who looked in no way like the pilot he was. Danielle
patiently waited for him to make it to the lift before ordering it to the
bridge of the Falcon. Spinn caught his breath. “Thanks” He managed between
breaths. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“No
problem.” Danielle looked at her most talented helmsman in a slightly amused
manner. “Just out of curiosity, when was the last time you worked out?” She
asked. The lifts halted on the first deck and Spinn pulled his uniform in place
before the doors opened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I
walked here, didn’t I?” He stepped out onto the bridge and headed towards the
helm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The
bridge of the USS Falcon was unlike any other bridge in Starfleet. Due to the
recent upgrades it had this beautiful mix of old design and state of the art
equipment. Most stations had been upgraded, but others seemed to be left
untouched. In the center was only one captain’s chair, which was currently
occupied by her first officer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Edward
Hays was a tall, slender man with brown hair and dark blue eyes. Rumor had it
he had Vulcan blood somewhere down the line, but nobody had ever dared to ask.
He got to his feet as soon as he noticed Danielle had arrived on the bridge. “Captain,
what a pleasant surprise, I thought you were off duty. What can I do for you?”
He greeted her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Nothing
in particular Commander, I thought I’d check on how things are up here before
calling it a day.” She paused and looked
around. “Did anything happen today I ought to know about?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Hays
shook his head. “No, I’m afraid it has been an uneventful day.” He took a glance
at the viewing screen. “Unsurprising seeing we are still docked.” He added in a
matter-of-fact tone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Danielle
followed his gaze. The screen was currently showing the docking port bursting
with activity. She nodded slowly, even she had to admit she was ready for some
action. A wish she was afraid she’d come to regret. “Well, by tomorrow that
screen is going to show us nothing more than stars flashing by. Let’s just be patient
and enjoy the peace and quiet for now.” She smiled as Hays raised an eyebrow at
her. “Before you know it you’ll find yourself longing back for it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Somehow
Captain, I doubt that.” He replied. He had a skeptic look on his face that didn’t
escape Danielle. “It’s only a mission of exploration.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I know
Commander, but you never really know.” She took a quick glance at the rest of
the bridge. Everything seemed to be in order. Not that she had expected
anything else, but still. “Well, you seem to have anything under control here.
If anything comes up, don’t hesitate to call.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Will do
Captain. Goodnight.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Goodnight
Commander.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-44042440663882384792013-09-15T17:36:00.000+02:002013-09-15T17:36:58.035+02:00Beta Hero's pick for this TV seasonIt's September and the new TV season is about to start. After a summer of (re)watching previous seasons of my favorite shows finally the fresh seasons and even fresh shows are about to air. I think this year is very promising. Anyway, here is what I'll be watching this season. (in order of air date)<br />
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<i>How I met your mother (September 23rd)</i><br />
How I met your mother is starting its 9th season this fall. I got in a little late on this show, I started watching the first season last year. Now I'm up to date and looking forward to the new season. I starting to hope Ted will never meet their mother and the show goes on forever. <br />
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<i>Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (September 24th) </i><br />
This is a brand new show that's airing this year. I have to say, it looks really promising. I've seen a <a href="http://www.ign.com/videos/2013/09/10/marvels-agents-of-shield-meet-fitz-simmons" target="_blank">short introduction scene</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3T-evQZiQo" target="_blank">the trailer</a> and I'm really thrilled. This also looks like a good show to write fanfiction for, so I keep my fingers crossed. <br />
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<i> Big Bang Theory (September 26th)</i> </div>
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people who watch this show: the first kind is normal people who laugh at
the characters and the weird things they do. the second kind are the
nerds who actually get the jokes. I'm afraid I'm of the second kind. </div>
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Arrow is on for another season. It won't surprise you that I'm going to watch this show again this season. I loved the first season (aired last year) and especially the pace and feel of the show. <br />
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Another new show that I'm really excited about.<i> </i>It combines two of my favorite kinds of shows: police/detective and scifi. Although I'm a little concerned about the show becoming a cliche I'm really looking forward to it. If you're interested, you can watch the trailer <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykwxg534yAw" target="_blank">here</a>. </div>
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Yes, I'm very excited about the fifth season of Community. I am worried though that it's not going to live up to my expectations. On the bright side, the original writer is rejoining the team so fingers crossed! <br />
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Another show I watched over the summer is the 8th season of Dexter. Since the show has been going down hill for a few seasons I wasn't expecting much of it but it's turning interesting now that there's only 2 episodes left. So there's a honerable mention for Dexter. <br />
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So that's what is on my watch list this year. I'm curious to see what you'll be watching this season. Let me know in the comments!<br />
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~ Chell <3Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-67580259634805778002013-09-13T23:24:00.000+02:002013-09-13T23:24:36.448+02:00Star Trek Falcon Episode 101.3 - Spread your wings<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Title: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">Star Trek Falcon –
Episode one: Spread your wings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Chapter: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">3 of 10</span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Rating: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">Fiction K+<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Summary:</span></i></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Captain Danielle Dolch has just received her first
command, the newly upgraded USS Falcon. While the last few updates and tests
are being conducted she and her crew arrive at the space doc for their mission
of exploration near the Neutral zone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Disclaimer: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">The Star Trek universe
belongs to paramount pictures; I’m just borrowing it and using it as a
playground. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Author Note: <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">This chapter took me a while to write. I kept getting stuck with the interaction between characters. It just wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I'm happy with what I got down. There was also some delay because halfway through this chapter I realized I hadn't really thought about the ships layout just yet. Over all I'm quite happy with this chapter. I hope you enjoy. As always: feedback, corrections (in spelling/grammar or consistency of the story) and any other thoughts on this chapter are more than welcome. Thank you for reading and don't forget to leave me a comment! </span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Chapter three – Hello there stranger<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Unlike
the rest of the ship the Engineering deck was already buzzing with life. The
last 4 weeks Mick had spend most of his time on the Falcon supervising the
upgrades carried out by the engineers from space dock. Although his presence on
the ship wasn’t required yet, and often thought of as a little nosy, Mick
rather spend his time getting familiar with the ships systems than going down
to earth to visit home. Technically he was allowed to go on shore leave between
his assignments but other than the 4 days he spend with his parents and sisters
he hadn’t taken any days off. Earth simply had nothing to offer for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Hey
Mick, got a minute?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mick
closed the panel he had been working on and looked up at his second in command.
“What is it Kevin?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kevin
folded his hands behind his back. It reminded Mick of the time he taught at the
academy. Thank god those days were behind them now, if anything it had only damaged
their friendship. “I was just wondering if you were on a schedule with the
upgrades and diagnostics and if so, where I could find a copy of that
schedule.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Right,
schedule.” Mick hated to admit he didn’t have one. Or at least, he hadn’t the
taken the time to formally write it down. So far it hadn’t been a problem. The
engineering crew of the Falcon was still on leave for the most part and
formally speaking he didn’t have anything to do with the crew from space dock.
So the schedule hadn’t been needed, until now. “You can request a schedule for
the upgrades from Lieutenant Commander Lauer. He’s responsible for the upgrades
to the ship.” Mick paused. “Don’t forget to check your authorization code
though. Apparently everything concerning upgrades to the Falcon is classified.”
Kevin threw him a questioning look. Mick shook his head. “Don’t ask.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kevin
raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask about what happened. Mick was thankful he
didn’t, it was a long story and he figured the less people knew the better. “So
how about the schedule for the diagnostics?” Kevin inquired. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I’ll
get that to you as soon as I wrote it down.” Mick ignored the look Kevin was
giving him, he knew he’d disapprove but he didn’t particularly care. “Anything
else Lieutenant?” He picked up the data pad he left next to the control panel
to see what was next on his to do list. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Yeah,
there’s a pretty lady waiting for you in your office.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mick
looked up from his pad. He wasn’t sure if he had heard Kevin correctly. “There’s
a pretty lady waiting for me in my office?” Mick repeated what he thought he
had heard. He couldn’t think of anybody wanting to visit him right now, let
alone a woman who could be described as a pretty lady. Unless of course Kevin
was just being funny and was referring to Dani, although Mick really couldn’t
think of a reason why she’d come down to see him. As far as he knew, he hadn’t
done anything that could get him into trouble the last couple of days. Of
course, experience told him he didn’t always see trouble coming. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Yeah, I
didn’t really get it either.” Kevin grinned at his own joke. “But all joking
aside, she asked if you had time to see her.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mick
nodded. Although he had enough to do until the upgrades would be finished in a
few hours he was pretty sure he could take a few minutes to talk to whoever
came to see him. “Did you catch a name?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kevin
shrugged. “I think it was Zinn or something like that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Zinck
maybe? Emma Zinck?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kevin
thought for a moment and then he nodded slowly. “Yeah, Zinck, I think that was
it.” Mick smiled, he was really looking forward to see Emma again. It really
had been too long since they spoke. “So who’s she?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mick
looked at Kevin. “Emma is a friend of mine. She’s been assigned as Science
Officer. We haven’t seen each other in a while.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kevin
grinned at him. “Well you <i>friend</i> is
very pretty.” Mick didn’t miss the emphasis Kevin put on the word friend. It
was kind of annoying how everybody seemed to think there was something going on
between them. Emma really was just a friend. Of course, when they had just met
Mick had hoped it could be something more, but since nothing happened he had
settled for being friends. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Well
Kev, I’ve got a <i>friend </i>who is waiting
for me in my office so if you’ll excuse me.” Mick couldn’t resist stressing the
word friend as well as he waited for Kevin to move out of his way. Kevin
stepped aside with an amused grin on his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You two
have fun!” He called after his commanding officer as he walked away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Shut up
Kev!” Mick called over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs to the upper deck
of Engineering. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Engineering
was divided over decks D and E. Mick’s office was located on the upper deck of
the engineering department, near the turbo lifts with a great view of the lower
Engineering deck. Mick hadn’t used his office all that much yet but he figured
that once he had reports to write, read and sign he’d be thankful for a quiet
place to work. He didn’t usually admit to it but he was horribly easy to
distract, especially from mind dulling activities such as writing, reading or
signing reports. Mick considered himself a hands on engineer, with no ambitious
whatsoever to move any further up the chain of command. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He found
Emma already waiting inside his office. Her face lit up as he closed the door
behind him. He simply smiled back. “Hello there stranger!” She greeted him
before giving him a hug. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Has it
been that long?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Yes! I
was so excited when I found out you were assigned to the USS Falcon too!” She
beamed at him. Mick instantly remembered why he liked her so much, she was the
most cheery and happy person he had ever come across. It was really quite a
contrast with his gloomy and sarcastic personality, but it worked and he didn’t
complain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Yeah,
it was a great surprise.” That really was a lie. He basically bullied his sister
into giving Emma the job, but that was something she didn’t really need to
know. “And now look at you, the Science Officer. Congratulations.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I know!
Can you believe it?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“As a
matter of fact I can, you’re very talented. I still don’t get why you didn’t
get an assignment on a starship before.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Flattery
will get you anywhere, <i>Commander</i>.”
She gently touched the stripes on his uniform. Mick had received his promotion
with his new assignment as Chief Engineer. He wasn’t quite sure what to think
of it. The next promotion would force him out of Engineering and onto the
Bridge, which was his least favorite part of the ship. He liked his new
paycheck though and for now, Engineering was his personal playground. “We have
a lot of catching up to do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mick
nodded in agreement. “How about we have dinner together after I get off?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She
smiled. “I’d like that. What time do you get off?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Somewhere
around six. I can pick you up around 6:30.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“That
will be a huge detour to the mess hall. I propose we meet here, or at your
quarters, or errr, the mess hall. Wherever is convenient for you.” She looked
away as brushed her hair out of her face. Mick looked at her in amusement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Convenient
would be my quarters. It’s basically around the corner from here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Oh, that
<i>is </i>convenient! Is it a coincidence?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Actually,
it is.” Emma threw him a look. “What? It really was. I didn’t even fill in any
requests. I figured that after my last assigned quarters, I could get used to
anything.” On the Unicorn his quarters had been the worst ever. It was almost
like it was far away from everything else on the ship. It had taken Mick months
to get used to the time it took to get to Engineering. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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smiled at him. “Well, glad to hear you have better quarters this time.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There was
a loud and fast knock on the door. Before Mick could even look up the door slid
open. “Commander Dolch, Lieutenant Wildt told me you’d be in here and...” The
blue eyed whirlwind who just entered the office stopped dead in his tracks when
he saw Emma. There was an awkward silence. “Am I interrupting something?” He
finally asked, looking from Mick to Emma and back as he lowered the pad he was
holding. “I could come in later if this isn’t a good time.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his best not to laugh. In the doorway was Paul Duval, one of the engineers he
had requested for the Falcon. He was a young and brilliant engineer, but he
really was a hand full most of the time. “No, Emma was about to leave, right
Emma?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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threw him a quick look and then smiled. “Yes, I was. I’ll see you tonight.”
Paul quickly stepped aside so she could leave the office. In the door opening
she turned around. “What were your quarters again?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Oh
right, D226.” He smiled at her. “See you tonight.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a quick smile over her shoulder as she headed down the hall towards the crew
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turned his attention back to the engineer. “No, that’s fine. What is it?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I was wondering
if you could use a hand for the rest of the shift. I just arrived today, I even
think I was on the same shuttle as she was.” Paul seemed to think for a moment
before continuing. “Anyway, I don’t feel like doing nothing the rest of the day
so I came here. Lieutenant Wildt said you were in your office, he didn’t mention
you had company though.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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course Kevin didn’t. “Well, Paul. Next time you go through the trouble of
knocking, you might as well wait for an answer.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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threw Mick a sheepish look. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He played with the pad he
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<span lang="EN-US">“I’d appreciate
that. Now, something for you to do.” Mick trailed off as he carefully
considered his options. He had some routine performance checks that needed to
be done, but it probably wasn’t a good idea to give Paul a routine task. Paul
was easily distracted from anything that wasn’t challenging enough and Mick
didn’t feel like double checking everything. “You know what, go see if
Lieutenant Lauer can use your help with the upgrades. He’s down stairs with his
crew. I can handle the rest with Lieutenant Wildt.” Paul seemed to be a little disappointed.
“Thanks anyway Paul, I appreciate you coming to help.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Paul
just nodded and without saying another word he took off again, almost slamming
into the door when it wouldn’t open fast enough. Mick shook his head as he
watched Paul bounce down the stairs to the lower engineering deck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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slid close again and Mick sat down at his desk. He took a fast look at his pad.
“Right, schedules.” He mumbled to himself as he got ready to start his first
paperwork for this mission. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I have good news for all the Arrow fans, I'm planning to finish 'The last little bit' before the start of the new Arrow season. (Oct. 9th) Reason why I'm pulling this project forward is because I plan to write an alternative universe ending for this fanfiction and I don't want to be pulled in the new season. I'd rather start a new project if and when I get inspiration for a story. </div>
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The other project I'll be working on this fall is the current Star Trek Falcon episode. I'm almost finished with chapter three, so that should be up somewhere during or maybe before the weekend. Also, please note that I changed the spacing of the two first chapters after an extremely useful set of reviews on the <a href="http://www.trekbbs.com/" target="_blank">Trek BBS</a>. </div>
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I'm afraid that's all for the fall of 2013. I have a project I really want to start working on, but I'm waiting until I have a little bit more time on my hands. It's a parody piece for Friends and it will be a one shot to begin with, but maybe I'll extend it later to a multi chapter project. That's all I'll be sharing about this project for now. </div>
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Off course I'll be writing regular blog posts (promise) on the writing process along the way. For the next week I was thinking about writing about inspirational music and the series I'll be watching this TV season. If you have anything you'd like me to write about, just leave me a comment and I'll see what I can do. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-69156972839765132562013-08-18T15:57:00.001+02:002013-08-22T10:48:50.487+02:00Star Trek Falcon Episode 101.2 - Spread your wings<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Title: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">Star Trek Falcon –
Episode one: Spread your wings<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter: </i>2 of 10</span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Rating: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">Fiction K+<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Captain Danielle Dolch has just received her first
command, the newly upgraded USS Falcon. While the last few updates and tests
are being conducted she and her crew arrive at the space doc for their mission
of exploration near the Neutral zone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Disclaimer: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">The Star Trek universe
belongs to paramount pictures; I’m just borrowing it and using it as a
playground. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Author Note: <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Wow, it’s been a while
since I had time for my fanfictions. I’ve been so busy lately I didn’t have any
time to be at my computer, let alone write anything. Thankfully I have more
spare time now so I’ll be picking up where I left off. Please note (for the
people who read the first chapter a while ago) that I’ve changed the name of
the Captain to Danielle (Dani) Dolch, somehow it seemed more fitting. As always I’d really
appreciate it if you left a comment after you’re done reading. Constructive
criticism is always welcome as well as ideas for later chapters and episodes. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Chapter two - </span></i><i><span lang="EN-US">Flight to the Falcon</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Emma
still couldn’t believe she had been selected to serve aboard a vessel of
exploration like the USS Falcon, let alone she’d be selected to be the Science
Officer. An inexperienced Ensign like herself on the senior staff, wow, she
just didn’t have words for it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She had
read the message over and over again, not quite believing what it said. She had
always wanted to serve on a starship. As a matter of fact, it had been the main
reason why she had joined Starfleet after she graduated from high school. But
she had imagined starting out as a member of the science department, not as the
head of it. When she had called Captain Dolch she still half expected it to be
a prank pulled on her by one of her friends, but it wasn’t. She accepted her
assignment shortly after meeting with the Captain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">For
weeks she felt like she was walking on sunshine. She had told anybody who would
or wouldn’t listen about her new assignment. She was quite sure she had driven
her roommate mad as well as her colleagues, but shutting up about it had proven
to be too much for her. So she had happily rambled on. It even became worse
after she received details on her assignment. She was to investigate a small
M-class planet near the Neutral Zone. The goal was to determine whether it
would be suitable for establishing a colony. She couldn’t have been more
pleased, Geology was her field of expertise after all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Another
pleasant surprise presented itself later that week when she received the list
of crewmembers who were assigned to the USS Falcon. When she scanned the list
for familiar names she discovered Mick Dolch was the newly appointed Chief
Engineer. She had worked with the handsome engineer when she was temporary
assigned to a research expedition. They had required assistance from a nearby
Starfleet vessel when the cold had affected their systems. Mick had been part
of the away team that came to their rescue. The two of them had immediately hit
it off and she had felt sorry when he had to leave. She hadn’t expected to ever
see him again. After all, the universe was a big place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Now she found
herself waiting for the shuttle that would bring her to the USS Falcon. Due to
upgrades to the ship the transporters would be off line the whole week prior to
departure, giving the crew the rare opportunity to take a shuttle to board the
ship. Emma had been told the view was amazing so she hoped for a window seat. She
smiled briefly at a flight attendant who passed her on his way to the gate. It
probably wouldn’t be much longer now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Attention
please, this is a call for Ensign Zinck of the USS Falcon. Please report to
gate four immediately. I repeat, Ensign Zinck, please report to gate four.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It took
a few seconds for the message to sink in, but when it finally hit her she
bolted to her feet. “Oh shoot!” The flight attendant who had just passed her
looked up. Emma threw him a hasty look as she collected her things. “Wrong
gate!” She exclaimed before she hurried off to the other side of the space
station. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">As she
tried to speed up her pace she wondered what she had been thinking when she
decided to wear heels that morning. With every few steps she took she tripped
over her own feet. It wasn’t exactly contributing to the elegant image she had
been aiming for. After a near collision with a plant she decided it had been
enough and she stopped to take off her heels. At least she could actually run
now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When gate
four finally came into view the man who made the final boarding call was
getting ready to close the doors. Emma quickened her pace again. “Please wait!”
She called out to him from the end of the hall. He looked up and watched with
amusement as she came closer. Emma felt slightly embarrassed but did her best
not to be too obvious about it. She slowed down and straightened her back.
“Thank you.” She tried to brush her hair away from her sticky forehead but it
didn’t really make any difference. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Ensign
Zinck I assume?” Emma studied the man closely. He had vivid blue eyes and half
long curly blond hair. He was kind of short. Even on bare foot Emma easily had
a few inches on him. She extended her hand.
“I’m so sorry.” She apologized, “I was at the wrong gate.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> “No problem, could happen to anybody.” His
handshake was firm, but not too much. “I’m Ensign Spinn, Helm Officer.” Emma
smiled as she let go of Spinns hand. “I’m pleased to meet you.” She paused to
look around. “Am I the only one who’s late?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I
wouldn’t worry about that really, I waited half an hour for the Captain and the
First Officer when they were boarding the Falcon. Fortunately they came to the
right gate, otherwise it could’ve easily been hours.” Emma was unsure whether
he was joking or not but laughed anyway, it was something about the way he
described the scene. She could totally
picture the captain running around the space station with her First Officer
right behind her, just like Emma had done just moments ago. For some reason
though, she pictured them still wearing their shoes. Speaking of which, Emma
still wasn’t wearing any. She put her bags down and steadied herself to put her
right shoe back on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“All
things considered” Spinn continued as Emma sought support of the wall while she
stepped back into her other shoe. “I’ll be happy when Commander Dolch gets the
transporters back online. I’m sick of being a bus driver.” Spinn held open the door
to the gate. Emma picked up her bags again and nodded her thanks as she entered
the gate. Spinn closed the doors behind her and followed her to the shuttle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The
shuttle was a slightly older model belonging to the USS Falcon. The interior
was a little worn down, but for some reason it seemed fitting. It added
character to the shuttle. Spinn closed the shuttle door behind her. “Just find
a seat.” He told her before he sat down at the controls. Emma thanked him again
and made her way past the occupied seats. Many of the crewmembers were talking
to each other and Emma greeted some familiar faces as she passed. All the way
in the back she found an empty seat by the window. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">As she
sat down the engines roared to life. She could hear Spinn checking in with the
board computer and contacting flight control for further instructions. The
flight to the Falcon would only take a couple of minutes since space dock was
right next to the space station. Emma leaned over to her window to see if she
could catch a glimpse of the space dock, but it was nowhere in sight. Instead
she had a gorgeous view of Earth. She smiled to herself. It didn’t matter how
many other amazing planets she saw, Earth would always be the most beautiful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">As the
shuttle started moving Emma did her best to catch a last glimpse of home before
it went out of view. For a while she only saw stars. Finally space dock came
into view. “For anyone interested, we’re approaching space dock. If you look at
your right you should have a pretty good view of the Falcon.” Spinn called over
his shoulder. The voices went quiet as everybody turned their attention to the
windows. Emma suppressed the urge to press her nose against the cool glass. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It was
just as pretty as anybody had said it would be. There was a certain sense of
peace to the ship as it just sat there. The Falcon wasn’t as big as most other
ships going on similar missions. Captain Dolch had told her the Falcon had been
build years ago to test whether smaller exploration vessels would be more
efficient. Emma guessed it wasn’t, seeing the newer ships were all bigger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“USS
Falcon, this is shuttle one requesting permission to land.” Spinn sounded a
little bored but Emma didn’t really pay any attention to him. Now that they
came closer she could see a team of engineers working on the hull of the ship.
She found herself briefly wondering whether Mick would be amongst them but
quickly dismissed the thought. As Chief Engineer he probably had better things
to do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Shuttle
one, you have permission to land.” The shuttle turned and for a while the stars
were all Emma saw through her window. When she straightened her back a little
she could catch a glimpse of the front viewing screen. The shuttle was
approaching the open doors of the Falcon’s shuttle bay. She looked out of her
window again. That was going to be all she would see for a while, lots and lots
of stars, slowly moving away from her. She could think of worse things.</span></div>
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The landing
was so smooth Emma barely noticed the shuttle had set down at all. Spinn turned
around to face his passengers. “Welcome aboard.” He said as he got up to open
the shuttle doors. Emma got to her feet and gathered her things. Her adventure
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-22990986860038954652013-08-16T17:03:00.001+02:002013-08-16T17:03:21.961+02:00Why distractions are not always a problemHappy Friday everyone! Today I'll be writing about distraction because that's really the theme of the week for me. Somehow I got nostalgic and started looking for old Power Ranger episodes, which I eventually found on <a href="http://www.free-tv-video-online.me/" target="_blank">project free TV</a>. A little side note here: Project free TV is awesome. It holds links to episodes of pretty much every show you could think of. Which is great because living in the Netherlands (Europe) means that a lot of great shows air later here. So I relay on the internet to keep me up to date with my favorite fandoms. <div>
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But lets get back to my discovery of 17 seasons of Power Rangers. Luckily for me, I only watched up to Power Rangers Light Speed Rescue. Everything after that doesn't have any nostalgic value for me and just seems silly. I also missed the Zeo and Turbo series because those weren't aired in my country. For some reason it made more sense to pick up with In Space I guess. Anyway, I was thrilled with hours of nostalgic entertainment ahead of me. So instead of writing I got stuck watching a kids show. Some people might think it's a waste of time, but here is why it's really not. </div>
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First of all, even a simple story can be a huge inspiration. I also read many fanfictions written by either young or untalented authors just because there's something there that grabs my attention. Something that with a little twist could really be awesome. Just to give an example, my Arrow fanfiction came to mind when I was reading a fairly bad 'five to one' fanfiction by another author. She had written about five times Oliver Queen lived and one time he died. Obviously we only die once, but I thought it was interesting to turn that concept around and have him 'die' five times in a figurative sense instead. The idea wouldn't have come to mind if I had stopped reading after the first break. Personally, I'm glad I did. I really enjoy writing this particular story. </div>
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Another great thing about kid shows is that it usually has a clear point to make. There's a lesson to be learned in every episode and usually it's a cliche. Now, I know that most writers claim you should keep yourself far from cliches while writing, but I have a different point of view here. A cliche is a cliche because it works, so use it to your advantage. Want some examples? Think about Harry Potter, a great story praised for originality. Boiled down to the core it's just another boy destined to destroy evil, one of many cliches. Or how about Star Trek and Star Wars, which can both be <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yd0j97RhZUQ" target="_blank">summarized in the same way</a> using cliches. The point I'm trying to make is that you should know your cliches before you can write something original. Kids shows are a great way to get familiar with them. (Okay, so are the classics, but the classics don't go boom or have one liners!) </div>
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My last argument only goes for non-native English speakers like myself, but I still want to share it with you. Watching as many shows as possible keeps my English skills up to date. Many of the non-native speakers don't speak English on a daily basis and usually it does show in their writings. Too keep my English from getting too rusty I watch as many movies and TV shows as possible. I also read a lot of English and try to talk to native speakers when I get a chance. I have to admit, Power Rangers is fairly simple, but it's still a lot of fun watching!</div>
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Now I should really get back on writing for my fanfiction pieces. I currently work on the second chapter of Star Trek Falcon episode one. If everything goes as planned it will be up this weekend. For all the Arrow fans, don't fear, I think I'll be able to pick up 'That last little bit' somewhere next week. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-36345690058858051762013-08-11T17:30:00.001+02:002013-08-11T17:30:38.806+02:00Getting started with Beta Hero Fiction<div>
Hello and welcome to my brand new blog: Beta Hero Fiction. </div>
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Lets just start with introducing myself. My name is Chell and I'm from the Netherlands. Ever since I can remember I've been writing. Usually short stories, but also poetry, songs and stand up comedy. After an exchange program to the United States I stopped writing in my native language and refined my skills in English. It has been a challenge, but I think I'm getting there. </div>
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Most of you however will know me by the name of Beta Hero, my nickname at <a href="http://fanfiction.net/">Fanfiction.net</a>. I've had an account for years, but only recently started publishing my own stories. Currently I have only two published stories due to an extremely busy summer (turns out apartments don't renovate themselves!) but there's more to come!</div>
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But why starting my own blog instead of just staying on Fanfiction.net? Well, I felt restricted by the rules. Sometimes I just want to share something else than just the story I wrote. I also like to share tips and tricks on how to make your stories better or a little insight on how I go through the writing process. Unfortunately Fanfiction.net simply doesn't offer an platform for these sort of things. </div>
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Now, don't be afraid. I'm not leaving Fanfiction.net behind, I still like the community a lot! It's just that I'd like to add that little extra to my writing by offering you this blog to read. So today I've posted my stories here. In the future I'll first publish new chapters and/or stories here before I'll publish on Fanfiction.net. So if you like the newest stories hot of the press, come back and check this blog regularly! </div>
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~ Chell <3</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-45928945037221825352013-08-11T16:13:00.002+02:002013-08-11T16:16:14.867+02:00Arrow: The last little bit - Trust<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Title: </i>The last little bit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter: </i>2 of 6</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Fandom: </i>Arrow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Time frame: </i>Season one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Rating: </i>Fiction-T </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Summary: </i>Five times Oliver Queen died and one time he lived. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Disclaimer: </i>Sadly, I don't own Arrow.</span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Author note:</span></i></b><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">This was an awesome piece to write, thanks to
the great acting in the scene described. It really gave me something to work
with. In this piece there are spoilers for episode 16: death to rights. If you
haven’t seen it yet, I recommend to first watch this episode and then read this
piece. Also, when this piece was written episode 16 was the last aired episode,
so any inconsistencies with the episodes after that… Well, I’m just terribly
sorry I’m no psychic. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave me a review! </span></i></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">***</span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Trust</i></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He found
Tommy standing right outside his father’s private hospital room, deep in thought
leaning against the wall. To any other it might seemed like Tommy didn’t notice
his best friend walking down the hall but Oliver hadn’t missed the subtle eye
movement. He threw away his empty coffee cup before approaching his friend. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oliver
wasn’t sure what to expect. All he knew was that the relationship between him
and his best friend had become more complicated after the events of today. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“My
dad’s gonna be okay, thanks to you.” Tommy didn’t look at Oliver, he just kept
facing the wall opposite of the room. Oliver shook his head. “It’s thanks to
you.” He simply replied as he stopped at his friend’s side. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I once
asked you what happened to you on that island. You said a lot, that doesn’t
quite cover it.” There was a slight tremor in his voice as he spoke the words.
The island, there it was again. Oliver shook his head. “Tommy, I…” he began his
explanation but he was cut short. “I saw you kill those guys who kidnapped us
when you first got back didn’t I?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oliver
felt his heart sink. He had always assumed that Tommy had been unconscious
during their encounter with their kidnappers when he first got back. Now that
he came to think of it, he had only checked if Tommy was alive, he never
checked whether he was conscious or not. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy
bowed his head. Oliver felt like their friendship would depend on what he had
to say next but at the same time he found himself lost on what to say. So he
resorted to the first thing that came to his mind. “I… I know you have a lot of
questions.” He started. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yeah.”
Tommy interrupted him again, then he paused and took a deep breath. “Yeah, but
for now just the one.” For the first time since the conversation had started
Tommy looked at Oliver, tears glimmering in his eyes. “Where you ever gonna
tell me?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oliver
found himself caught completely off guard by the question and the look in
Tommy’s eyes. He had never seen his friend this hurt before, and it was because
of him. He wanted to answer his question with yes so badly but he knew that
would be another lie. At this point if just didn’t seem right to fix things
with yet another lie. He shook his head then he looked at Tommy. “No.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He felt
horrible saying it, but it was the truth. He shook his head again. Tommy looked
away and then nodded as if everything just became clear to him. Without saying
another word he walked away. Leaving Oliver alone in the hallway, feeling like
a part of him had just suddenly died. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-42736272859453396952013-08-11T15:57:00.000+02:002013-08-18T17:31:22.361+02:00Arrow: The last little bit - Survive<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-indent: -35.4pt;">
<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Title: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">The last little bit</span><br />
<i style="font-weight: bold; text-indent: -35.4pt;">Chapter: </i><span style="text-indent: -35.4pt;">1 of 6</span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Fandom:</span></i></b><span lang="EN-US"> Arrow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Time frame: </i>Season one</div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Rating: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">Fiction-T<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Summary: </span></i></b><span style="text-indent: -35.4pt;">Five times Oliver Queen died and one time he lived</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-indent: -35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><b><i>.</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Disclaimer: </i>Sadly, I don't own Arrow. </span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Author Note: <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">This fanficition is part of a little project I
have for improving my writing and it will mostly contain actual scenes from
‘Arrow’. I’ve planned six chapters in this story based on the idea of five
times Oliver Queen died and one time he lived. In every chapter there will be
warnings in the author note for possible spoilers. For this chapter, there are
no spoilers assuming you watched the pilot episode.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Since this is part of a project to improve my
writing I’d very much like comments on what can be improved. Every comment/review
is welcome but I’m especially looking for comments on consistency of the
characters (in respect to the series), spelling/grammar and word choice since
I’m not a native speaker. Anyway, enjoy this first chapter! <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">*** <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>Survive </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">To
Oliver it felt like it was so long ago that he watched the Queen Gambit break
in half and sink to the bottom of the Chinese Sea, along with everyone not
lucky enough to make it to the life raft. He wasn’t sure how long they had been
aimlessly floating around. The days had sort of blurred together as nothing
happened other than an occasional exchange of words between the three survivors
of the shipwreck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Most of
the time, Oliver just tried to sleep. It seemed to be the only way to escape
the gloomy thoughts his mind lingered on when he was awake. His father had one
arm wrapped tightly around him, keeping him warm and feeling somewhat safe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">On the
side of the raft sat the captain of the Queen Gambit, balancing a knife between
his fingers and an empty crate. He appeared to be dozing off. Oliver’s father
leaned in a little. “There is not enough for all of us.” He said in a low
voice. Oliver opened his eyes briefly, but didn’t look at his father. “Save
your strength.” He replied as he closed his eyes again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You can
survive this, make it home.” His father paused briefly. “Make it matter, right
my wrongs.” He continued as Oliver was only half listening. “But you gotta live
through this first.” Oliver started to doze off again, his father anxiously
shook him. “You hear me Olly? Do you hear me son?” Oliver looked briefly at his
father, he didn’t understand his sudden distress. “Just rest Dad.” And he
closed his eyes again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">His
father nodded slowly. “Yeah…” Then he kissed his son’s forehead before gently
lifting him off his arm. Oliver barely noticed and just let his body slide to
the side, leaning against the edge of the life raft. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He was
startled by the sound of gunfire, followed by a splashing sound. Oliver’s first
instinct was to jump to his feet, but the unsteady floor prevented him from
getting up. So he settled for crawling across the raft. “Dad?!” He stared at
his father in shock. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Survive.”
He told Oliver before placing the gun to his own head. Oliver saw the fear in
his eyes before he pulled the trigger. “Nooo!” There was nothing he could do
but watch his father fall to the floor of the raft. “Nooo!” He screamed, but
there was no one left to hear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Oliver
now was the last survivor of the Queen Gambit, but looking at his father’s
body, he couldn’t help but to feel as dead as he’d ever be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994867288974238339.post-44561771415588476542013-08-11T15:48:00.000+02:002013-08-27T10:12:36.437+02:00Star Trek Falcon Episode 101.1 Spread your wings<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Title: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">Star Trek Falcon –
Episode one: Spread your wings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Rating: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">Fiction K+<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Chapter: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">1 of 10<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Captain Danielle Dolch has just received her first
command, the newly upgraded USS Falcon. While the last few updates and tests
are being conducted she and her crew arrive at the space doc for their mission
of exploration near the Neutral zone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Disclaimer: </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US">The Star Trek universe
belongs to paramount pictures, I’m just borrowing it and using it as a
playground. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US">Author Note: <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">This is really just a
hobby project that I work on because I like doing it. It is based on a story
that I wrote almost 10 years ago. Characters and plotline have been improved
and I promise that this time around, I will do a spelling and grammar check. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Chapter one - The appearance of
favoritism<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There was an uncomfortable silence. Nervously Danielle
pulled on the sleeve of her uniform. At first she had been unsure whether this
whole thing was a good idea. After all, people were going to say Mick only had
gotten the position she had just offered him because he was her brother, or
that she had only offered him the job because she didn’t want him to end up on
a war vessel patrolling the Neutral Zone, which had been everything but neutral
lately.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">On the other hand, she couldn’t think of anybody more
qualified for the job, even though she had given it some serious thought. “So,
what do you say?” She didn’t bother to try to smile, he would see right through
her anyway. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You want me as your Chief Engineer?” Mick paused for
a moment. “Are you sure that’s even going to work? No offence but aren’t we
kind of familiar and stuff? I can’t say I can see myself following your
orders.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He clearly had the same concerns she had. She couldn’t
help but to smile now. “Can’t you just see past the fact that I’m your sister?”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Do pigs fly?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Depends, do they have wings?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He smiled back at her. “Unlikely, but not impossible.”
Slowly the smile faded from his face. She let him think for a moment. She
couldn’t expect him to immediately say yes to something she had spent weeks
thinking about before reaching her final conclusion. She wanted the best, and
if that just happened to be her brother that didn’t change a thing. She still
found herself unwilling to settle for second best. “Who did you have in mind
for the rest of your senior staff?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She handed him the data pad that had been sitting on
the table the whole time. He picked it up and started reading while he took a
sip of his coffee. “That’s actually a pretty impressive list you got there.” He
said as he looked up. “But why the hell haven’t you selected a science officer.
This is a mission of exploration right?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I had selected Lieutenant Turek, but he declined. He
had also been offered a spot at a research facility that he found, I quote,
‘quite challenging’.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mick rolled his eyes. “Am I out of line saying that
the pointy eared idiot actually did you a favor saying no?” She gave him a look
and he smiled. “Aw, come on, you know I’m right here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“And you still wonder why I made it to starship
captain and you didn’t?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He took another sip of his coffee and laid down the
pad. “I never said I did, politics just aren’t my thing I guess.” He paused as
he glanced back at the pad. “Aren’t you going to request another science
officer?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She sighed. “No, I don’t know anybody else who stands
out in the field. Any random officer will do as far as I’m concerned.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You want a suggestion?” He leaned back into his
chair. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She gave him a questioning look. “Since when do you
even know any science officers?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He shrugged. “I worked with her on my last assignment.
She’s sort of young but I think she really has potential.” He paused and
studied her face. “You like potential right?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She picked up the pad from the table. “What’s her
name?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Ensign Emma Zinck.” He replied and she entered the
name in the database. As the file loaded on the pad her attention was drawn to
the picture of the ensign in question. Emma Zinck turned out to be quite
handsome with her long blond hair, bright blue eyes and wide smile. As a matter
of fact, she exactly fitted Mick’s taste in women. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She threw her brother a look. “Are you sure you don’t
just like her to be a part of the decor?” She asked before taking another good
look at the picture. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Just read her file. If that doesn’t convince you I
don’t know what will. It’s better than mine for crying out loud.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“It’s not like that’s impressive.” Danielle mumbled as
she quickly scanned the file. It wasn’t bad, far from actually. It wasn’t the
best she had come across selecting a science officer, but overall it was better
than average. Ensign Zinck had not only been accepted into Starfleet academy at
her first application, but also managed to graduate in the top ten of her class
four years later. She was inexperienced though, ensign Zinck had never been
assigned to a starship before. Her previous assignments were mostly temporary
assignments on outposts or star bases. Which only left her with one question,
“Where did you meet her anyway? Wasn’t your last assignment on the USS
something?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“The USS Unicorn. Yeah, I was. I met Emma when the
outpost she was assigned to needed our assistance. It was some sort of engineering
problem I won’t bore you with. I was part of the away team.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“So you two are on a first name basis?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He rolled his eyes. “That’s what you got from what I
just said?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There was a silence. “I don’t know Mick. This might
not be a good idea.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“How is this not a good idea?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“This might <i>not</i>
be a good idea because you obviously have a personal connection to ensign
Zinck.” Danielle felt as if she couldn’t stress the word not enough in this
sentence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mick threw her a skeptic look. “So? It’s not like you
are avoiding the appearance of favoritism seeing the fact that you asked me as
your Chief Engineer. I don’t see the problem.” He paused for a moment to study
his sister’s face. “You wanted the best right? Well, this is it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Danielle sighed. She knew her brother was stubborn. It
had been one of many reasons why he never made it to command, but she knew he
wasn’t stupid and having to spell everything out to him was becoming somewhat
tiresome. “It’s a problem Mick, because I already asked you. One staff member I
can explain using the term ‘coincidence’, but for some reason, that doesn’t
work the second time around.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You’re talented, I’m sure you’ll find a way to
explain.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He smiled at her as she shook her head. “Flattery will
get you nowhere Mick. So what will it be?” She put down the pad on the table as
she looked at her brother. He leaned towards her a little. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I’ll be your Chief Engineer if ensign Zinck will be
your Science Officer.” He got out of his chair and looked down at his sister.
“Let me know when you’ve figured it out okay?” Without saying another word, he
walked off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Danielle cursed herself. He hadn’t set foot on the
ship, or even accepted his new position as Chief Engineer, but he had already done
exactly what she had been afraid he’d do. She rubbed her forehead and glanced
over at the pad on the table. How bad could it be really? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Getting up Danielle checked her coffee cup, it was
empty. She got her coat of the back of the chair and picked up her pad and the
empty cup. While she walked off to her next meeting she made a mental note to
at least make her brother sweat for a couple of days before letting him know
she accepted his terms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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