Trouble brewing...
It's a funny thing, really. This general scene of Fnord & Fnord, Acquisitions falling out of a hole into Sunnydale is really where the whole Fenspace Infinite concept came from, and yet I've only just now managed to get it into a coherent form.
Where does the story go from here? Well, there's two threads: the first is of course Fnord & Fnord engaging in Shenanigans in Sunnydale - which wasn't going to be a canonical Sunnydale, more likely a fanfic variation. I was thinking the Terran Jedi stories when the idea first formed, but for extra cruelty it could drop into Drunkard's Walk. >
The second thread is Helen Anderson not getting permission to do a rescue mission and in classic maverick cop tradition raising an army and doing it anyway. Beyond that, I haven't plotted it out & if it keeps rolling it'll probably be a series of short vignettes.
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
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Quote:Mid-Childa High Orbit
10 March 2017 (Convention relative)
“Unidentified vessel, you are in violation of Time-Space Administration regulations! Heave to and prepare to be boarde-” The radio switched off, or the transponder got smashed by the beams of lambent force thrown about by the Mid-Childan cruiser. Either way, the end of the incessant demands was a relief to the pilots of the Crimson Permanent Assurance.
“Boring conversation anyway,” Mal Fnord quipped. “What’ve we got on shields?”
“What shields?” Agent 2nd Class Helen Anderson replied. “We’re down to nav deflectors-” The saucer jerked hard as another magic blast slammed into the hull. “-and there they go. And they took the realspace drive with them, we’re drifting.”
Mal swore long and loud. “Fucking hell! Okay, prepare for sidestep, random walk! Tina, vent what’s left of the drive plasma just before we jump. Maybe we can convince the Middies we blew up.”
Tina Fnord fiddled with the engineering console. “Gimmie a second… on standby.” she reported.
“Here we go, sidestep in three, two, one!”
To outside eyes, the Convention saucer seemed to burst into a cloud of white-hot gas. Inside the cloud, the Crimson Permanent Assurance twisted eight degrees clockwise on the zorth axis and vanished.
~***~
Unknown Worldline
10 March 2017 (Convention relative)
What was left of the Crimson Permanent Assurance blinked into existence six hundred miles above a pretty good facsimile of the Pacific Ocean. The crew took a second to make sure all their bits were still there, then assessed the situation in a calm and professional manner.
“Fuck.” Mal said with deep feeling.
“Still drifting, still no realspace drive,” Tina reported. “I think we’re going to come down on the California coast somewhere.”
“Right. Abandon ship!” The three agents left the control room and ran to the hatch for the escape pods. Where four pods should’ve been waiting, there was a mass of jumbled wreckage and one one-man pod still working.
“Fuckity-fuck!” Tina yelled.
“What do we do now?” Anderson asked.
Mal and Tina exchanged looks. “Into the pod, Anderson,” Tina said, shoving the younger woman into the pod. “Here’s the paydata,” she stuffed the data module into Anderson’s pocket.
“And here’s the nav logs,” Mal said, sticking another module into Anderson’s jumpsuit. “When you get home, come back and get us.”
“Where are you going?” Anderson asked. Tina and Mal exchanged another look.
“I say, Mrs. Fnord,” Mal said in a plummy tone. “Are you up for a bit of orbital skydiving?”
“A capital idea, Mr. Fnord!” Tina chirped. “Always up for trying new things!”
Anderson gaped at them, a mulish look forming on her face. “Helen, listen,” Tina said intently. “You’re not abandoning us, you’re finishing the mission. You get that data to Dulce and then you come back here with a fucking army and rescue us!”
“We’ll be here, you just make it home,” Mal added. “Good luck, Agent Anderson.” He closed the pod hatch and hit the jettison switch.
“You know that this is a pretty mad idea, right?” Tina said casually as they made their way to the suit locker.
“Yeah,” Mal replied just as casually, “but we’ve done madder things.” He paused. “Just in case I don’t see you again, I just wanted you to know I wouldn’t have traded this for anything.”
“Yeah, neither would I.” Tina said. “Love you.”
“Love you always.”
~***~
(audio:“Luck” Martin O’Donnell & Michael Salvatori, Halo 3 Original Soundtrack)
EXT. ORDINARY CALIFORNIA TOWN OUTSKIRTS, NIGHT
We see a dimly-lit sign next to an ordinary road. We can’t quite read what’s on the sign, though it’s pretty obvious that it’s one of those “welcome to whereeversburg” signs on the entrance to just about any town. In the sky above we see the stars.. and one spot of light moving across the background, growing steadily larger.
The fireball of the CRIMSON PERMANENT ASSURANCE gets bigger and bigger as it comes closer to the camera. As it gets bigger we see two smaller dots of light - MAL AND TINA - detach from the fireball and start falling towards the town. The fireball continues on it’s path, sweeping over the sign and lighting it up for just long enough to read the inscription:
WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE
ENJOY YOUR STAY!
It's a funny thing, really. This general scene of Fnord & Fnord, Acquisitions falling out of a hole into Sunnydale is really where the whole Fenspace Infinite concept came from, and yet I've only just now managed to get it into a coherent form.
Where does the story go from here? Well, there's two threads: the first is of course Fnord & Fnord engaging in Shenanigans in Sunnydale - which wasn't going to be a canonical Sunnydale, more likely a fanfic variation. I was thinking the Terran Jedi stories when the idea first formed, but for extra cruelty it could drop into Drunkard's Walk. >
The second thread is Helen Anderson not getting permission to do a rescue mission and in classic maverick cop tradition raising an army and doing it anyway. Beyond that, I haven't plotted it out & if it keeps rolling it'll probably be a series of short vignettes.Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
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"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"