Monday DE: Flash Fic, AU edition

[bjornwilde]

I'm back, y'all. Last week was soooo long and the move isn't done. Ugg.

Anyway, let's do some fic! Comment with pups you'd like to write for, we'll then comment back with prompts from which you'll write a short fic. And since AU week is sometime in the near future, how about the fic is a preview of the world you might be thinking of playing from? 

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[bjornwilde]

I'm going with:
Sam Wilson
Sabine Wren
Selina Kyle

Will write later though, as I have to get my car to machenic for regular workings.

[childofrebellion]

Sabine-staring them down
Sam-running in the rain

[explosive_artist]

She stood at guard position, ignoring the tears falling down her cheeks.

There is no emotion, there is peace

Peace is a lie

Deep within, the urge to attack first struggled with the instinct to wait.

There is something more powerful than fear, the Force.

Yes, feel the power your hate brings you. Use it and your enemies will fall.

With no warning, Tristan charged; yellow eyes blazing, red-bladed lightsaber slashing. She parried with little thought, relying on all Kanan and Ahsoka taught her, as she waited for her opening. Tristan was stronger, but she was faster. Several times she had an opening for a killing blow, but she would not take it. They leap and parried, turning the snow to mud in their wake. She thought he might be screaming but deep in the Force as she was, she didn't care.

Finally, she had it and struck out, destroying his saber and kicking out to knock the wind out of him. The fight was over but the war to free her family and Mandalore was just starting.

[childofrebellion]

Oh wow, Sabine.

[explosive_artist]

\o/

I did it right! I don't know if I'll run with it, but I had the idea of Sabine as a padawan and Lee and I have been coming up with ways it could happen. In this one, she was Maul's apprentice for a while, and now he's claimed Tristan.

[notapilot]

Sam was out in the outer ridge when he knew it was time. He'd been trying to out wait the rain, but there was nothing for it now. Taking a deep breath and bracing himself, for the Spring rains we as cold as the run-offs of snow from the higher reaches of the mountains nearby.

He hoped he didn't catch a fever.

His ran and ran, shivering and yet hot from the exertion. Once he nearly slipped on one of the carved stairs in the side of the bowl, but managed to right himself just before he'd have fallen.

He ran and ran, rain stinging his eyes as he past servants and others, both mystified and angered by his haste. At least until they all felt the thrum of the dragon's call shake the very rocks on the Weyre's foundations.

He ran, panting, up into his room to grab the white robe of an initiate and dashed back out into the rain, pulling it over his head as he did so, bumping into a few elder riders why laughed as they righted him and shoved him on his way.

And he ran until he finally stopped and skidded into the hot sands of the queen's nest, sand spraying and other boys glaring. Sam didn't care, he only had eyes for the egg he knew was his.

He switched from foot to foot as the hot sands seeped heat into his now dry boots, as did every other initiate there. Even sympathetic audience members in the stands shifted about as the wait drew longer and the hot sands turned the rain outside humid.

Then, the dragon's song changed and in the sudden silence a scratching could be heard and the egg rocked as the baby dragon within fought to escape. Sam couldn't believe it, it was his egg. Before he knew it, he'd taken two steps forward but was pulled back rudely by Brock.

"The dragon isn't yours yet!" he hissed and pushed Sam back in line. Sam so wanted to punch that smug look off Brock's face but the nesting ground was not the place.

The egg rocked more violently and a talon pierced the shell. Another joined it and then the egg cracked and nearly exploded from the dragon's effort to be free. The boys ringed it, Brock using his wide shoulders to push himself into the front. The dragon teetered in the sudden attention and cried out in fear.

I hunger! the little brown cried out and it tried to move forward again. The boys quickly got out of the deadly talons but Sam stepped forward and caught it, helping it right itself. HUNGER! FEED!

Sam could hear the dragon of course, he always had been able to hear them, but it wasn't until he met the dragon's gaze that he knew he'd been chosen.

"I know, Moyo. Come with me, I'll get you fed. I'm Sam...well, I guess S'mal now."

FOOD!

[childofrebellion]

Ooh, this is cool. I love this. What world is this?

[notapilot]

Dragonriders of Pern. A great series, though perhaps a bit bloated.

D'oh. I forgot to point out that the dragons are telepathic, and usually only speak to their riders. Some with a lot of telepathic potential can hear other dragons but it tends to be the exception.