NPI Snippet">And The Stars Ran Red — NPI Snippet

Dec 12 @ 9:16pm: 399 words

As Sat­ur­day is the NPI ‘Snip­pet Day’ I felt the need to join in and post some­thing from this month’s writ­ing ses­sions. The fol­low­ing is a once-over (I have not gone back and looked much since I wrote it) of a scene about the dis­cov­ery of a dis­cov­ery. It’s rather ambigu­ous given the level of removed-context, but hope­fully — if any­thing — it reads well:

What remained of the cock­pit sur­rounded the sit­ting form of For­rest. With one foot rest­ing on the knee of the other, he watched the black beyond the rein­forced glass screen. It was hard to glean how quickly the ship was mov­ing, or how long they had been trav­el­ling thanks to the sim­ple noth­ing out­side; if not for the odd anom­aly that blinked in and out of view within a sec­ond, per­haps even impos­si­ble with the naked eye. They were mov­ing quickly though – he knew as much from the data that had been scrolling across con­soles in the nav­i­ga­tions bay. Maybe half the speed of light, or just a lit­tle more. The Jezebel was an out­fit­ted ship – built for shut­tling Plot­ters around sec­tors for years on end – so she moved a lit­tle quicker than most might.

To ascer­tain any specifics, he could have asked Fox, but some­thing com­pelled him otherwise.

For­rest rubbed the side of his face absently, feel­ing the rough bulge of a slight bruise around his cheek. No doubt his eye was still rid­den with burst cap­il­lar­ies, even given the time since it had been sub­jected to the vac­uum of space, espe­cially if his some­what blurry sight was any­thing to judge it by. The Judge­ment… his mind wan­dered. What had hap­pened to them? That was a fair ques­tion to ask of a mys­te­ri­ous ship inserted into the side of a rock. After their dis­cov­ery of the Ser­pent, they hadn’t thought to dig deeper than the sur­face. It was a mis­take in hind­sight; they had got­ten too excited by their dis­cov­ery to find out any­thing more, and left imme­di­ately on their new course. Then there was the radar read­ings in the Judgement’s nav­i­ga­tions bay – again some­thing he had taken an inter­est in before Quint had called him and excite­ment had taken hold.