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ken_ichijouji) wrote2011-06-28 08:54 pm
ken_ichijouji) wrote2011-06-28 08:54 pm
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(Big Bang) I don't have a Phoenix!Bones icon so Sniper!Bones will have to work...
Since embracing writing spoiler redacted Bones instead of superhero Bones, I've written 8,133 words. Part one of spoiler redacted Bones is done!
Now to just write the rest of it.
Also I have determined that spoiler redacted Bones' theme song is "Six Underground" by the Sneaker Pimps. Kickin' it like it's 1997 up in here!
Now to write part two and introduce the agent of spoiler redacted Bones' spoiler redacted.
...I'd post a snippet but it won't make much sense...
Oh what the hell...I'll post one anyways. Text in slashes like //this// denote telepathic communication.
He pulled out his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise, Scotty come in.”
Scott here, sir.
“Prepare to beam us up.”
There was a pause. I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir. Everything’s frozen.
A dark wave of suspicion waved over his mind through the rapport he shared with Bones, although Jim couldn’t honestly say if it originated with him or his lover. “What’s causing it?”
I don’t know, sir, and those are the facts.
“Can you get up into space?”
There was another pause. No, sir. The orbit’s locked tight, and subspace communication with Starfleet…it’s completely severed.
Jim sighed. “All right, Scotty, I’ll handle it down here. Stand by.”
//Jim…//
//Leave it.// He turned his attention to Parmen. “Your excellency…”
“Parmen will do. Philsopher kings have no need of titles,” the man said from where he sat, now serene on his dais. Philana came to his side, and she placed a hand upon his shoulder.
“I’d like to know why my ship’s instrumentation and weaponry is frozen, and why the Enterprise is locked in orbit.”
“Captain, please,” Parmen said, and indeed he did sound sorry, “You are mistaken, I assure you.”
//Don’t listen to him, Jim.// Bones had narrowed his eyes. //He’s doing it; I can read his thoughts like a neon sign. They’re trying to coerce me into staying.//
//So what, they decided they need a doctor after all, and it’s got to be you?//
Bones’ disgust was palpable. //Yeah. Something like that.//
Jim frowned, a severe one that showed all of his displeasure. “Parmen, I’ve talked to the engineer aboard the ship. We’ve showed our good faith, now you show yours. I want my ship released immediately.”
Parmen made a small tsking sound with his tongue. “The amenities, Captain. Allow me to remind you that I am the head of this principality. Guests do not come barging in here, making demands and issuing orders.”
Bones’ eyes glowed white. //Jim, I can…//
//Not yet.// Jim was glaring now at the so-called philosopher king. “Guests? You don't know the meaning of the word. Guests aren't treated like common prisoners.”
Parmen straightened where he sat with an angry cast to his features. “Do not take that tone with me.”
Jim’s hand suddenly came up, unbidden, to his face. He struggled to lower it back to his waist level, but to no avail. There was a pause as Parmen narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was doing.
Without warning, Jim slapped himself hard across the face.
The mystical wind stirred Bones’ hair again. //That’s it.//
Without so much as a word, Jim’s hand dropped back down. He gave it a relieved glance before giving Bones a wary smile. //Thanks, babe.//
Parmen looked confused, before he noticed the flames licking at Bones’ hair. “You! You dare…”
//No, you dare,// Bones snapped telepathically, broadcasting his thoughts to everyone in the room. //I’m sure you fancy yourself some kind of great mental talent, Parmen. Well, “your highness,” let’s see how good you really are.//
With that, Bones’ outfit transformed from his regulation Starfleet uniform to the green, black, and gold Phoenix costume he wore during the struggle in the M’Kraan Crystal. He floated off the ground before being enveloped in a large Phoenix raptor. It took up almost the entire room, and Philana and Alexander shielded their eyes from its formidable light and flame.
Jim merely smirked. //Go get ‘em, tiger.//
...I'm wondering if I should do my own mix for this fic. I have two songs strongly tied to scenes in this story now, and like...I don't know how okay it is for me to tell my mixer to put them on there. For those curious, the songs are Six Underground for...fuck it, I'll just say it...Dark Phoenix Bones (specifically "Don't think 'cause I understand I care///Don't think 'cause I'm talking we're friends") and Black and Gold by Sam Sparro for when Bones saves the universe. ("If you're not really here//then the stars don't even matter//Now I'm filled with the top to fear//that it's all just a bunch of matter//If you're not really here//then I don't want to be either//I want to be next to you, black and gold, black and gold...")
I have never done Big Bang before so I don't know how this works. :C
Now to just write the rest of it.
Also I have determined that spoiler redacted Bones' theme song is "Six Underground" by the Sneaker Pimps. Kickin' it like it's 1997 up in here!
Now to write part two and introduce the agent of spoiler redacted Bones' spoiler redacted.
...I'd post a snippet but it won't make much sense...
Oh what the hell...I'll post one anyways. Text in slashes like //this// denote telepathic communication.
He pulled out his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise, Scotty come in.”
Scott here, sir.
“Prepare to beam us up.”
There was a pause. I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir. Everything’s frozen.
A dark wave of suspicion waved over his mind through the rapport he shared with Bones, although Jim couldn’t honestly say if it originated with him or his lover. “What’s causing it?”
I don’t know, sir, and those are the facts.
“Can you get up into space?”
There was another pause. No, sir. The orbit’s locked tight, and subspace communication with Starfleet…it’s completely severed.
Jim sighed. “All right, Scotty, I’ll handle it down here. Stand by.”
//Jim…//
//Leave it.// He turned his attention to Parmen. “Your excellency…”
“Parmen will do. Philsopher kings have no need of titles,” the man said from where he sat, now serene on his dais. Philana came to his side, and she placed a hand upon his shoulder.
“I’d like to know why my ship’s instrumentation and weaponry is frozen, and why the Enterprise is locked in orbit.”
“Captain, please,” Parmen said, and indeed he did sound sorry, “You are mistaken, I assure you.”
//Don’t listen to him, Jim.// Bones had narrowed his eyes. //He’s doing it; I can read his thoughts like a neon sign. They’re trying to coerce me into staying.//
//So what, they decided they need a doctor after all, and it’s got to be you?//
Bones’ disgust was palpable. //Yeah. Something like that.//
Jim frowned, a severe one that showed all of his displeasure. “Parmen, I’ve talked to the engineer aboard the ship. We’ve showed our good faith, now you show yours. I want my ship released immediately.”
Parmen made a small tsking sound with his tongue. “The amenities, Captain. Allow me to remind you that I am the head of this principality. Guests do not come barging in here, making demands and issuing orders.”
Bones’ eyes glowed white. //Jim, I can…//
//Not yet.// Jim was glaring now at the so-called philosopher king. “Guests? You don't know the meaning of the word. Guests aren't treated like common prisoners.”
Parmen straightened where he sat with an angry cast to his features. “Do not take that tone with me.”
Jim’s hand suddenly came up, unbidden, to his face. He struggled to lower it back to his waist level, but to no avail. There was a pause as Parmen narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was doing.
Without warning, Jim slapped himself hard across the face.
The mystical wind stirred Bones’ hair again. //That’s it.//
Without so much as a word, Jim’s hand dropped back down. He gave it a relieved glance before giving Bones a wary smile. //Thanks, babe.//
Parmen looked confused, before he noticed the flames licking at Bones’ hair. “You! You dare…”
//No, you dare,// Bones snapped telepathically, broadcasting his thoughts to everyone in the room. //I’m sure you fancy yourself some kind of great mental talent, Parmen. Well, “your highness,” let’s see how good you really are.//
With that, Bones’ outfit transformed from his regulation Starfleet uniform to the green, black, and gold Phoenix costume he wore during the struggle in the M’Kraan Crystal. He floated off the ground before being enveloped in a large Phoenix raptor. It took up almost the entire room, and Philana and Alexander shielded their eyes from its formidable light and flame.
Jim merely smirked. //Go get ‘em, tiger.//
...I'm wondering if I should do my own mix for this fic. I have two songs strongly tied to scenes in this story now, and like...I don't know how okay it is for me to tell my mixer to put them on there. For those curious, the songs are Six Underground for...fuck it, I'll just say it...Dark Phoenix Bones (specifically "Don't think 'cause I understand I care///Don't think 'cause I'm talking we're friends") and Black and Gold by Sam Sparro for when Bones saves the universe. ("If you're not really here//then the stars don't even matter//Now I'm filled with the top to fear//that it's all just a bunch of matter//If you're not really here//then I don't want to be either//I want to be next to you, black and gold, black and gold...")
I have never done Big Bang before so I don't know how this works. :C