I thought choosing some of my old writing to share would be an easy task: pick something old and post it! Do it lady! Alas no. My pesky brain is enjoying reading the old pieces, and wants to maybe write some more of stuff?
I’m still going to make my brain post the things instead of being precious about it. But it’s nice to be given that motivational kick to keep going!
For this first fiction share, it’s the very first RPG post for a Star Trek RPG character named Trinalla. She was the right amount of silly, never took herself seriously, but smart as a whip.
“Abraham de Lacy, Gieuseppe Casey, Thomas O’Malley……”
Strains of a jaunty tune could be heard coming from the research facility. It was a lone female voice, quite loud and mostly on key but it wasn’t intentionally trying to be. There wasn’t any background music the voice was singing along to, no other singers. Just the one voice singing without self consciousness.
“O’Malley the Alley Cat…. I’ve got that wanderlust, gotta walk that scene….”
Trinalla was pacing her corner of the research facility, PADD in hand, trying to unfurl the newest bug in her pet project. There had been a few deficiencies reported in Utopia Planitia’s latest upgrades to their standard warp drive. Sure, it wasn’t the end of the universe if things weren’t performing quite at the levels that Trinalla had set out in her findings document. But sweet, beautiful Great Bird, if it didn’t get under her skin that it was off by two percentage points.
“Gotta kick up highway dust… feel the grass! That’s! Green!”
Scratching her head, Trin turned and started pacing in the opposite direction. She’d walked this route many times since she’d taken a billet here on Utopia Planitia. Just the latest in her career, she’d been attracted to the posting by the prospects of a more efficient warp drive. The project was mostly starting to wrap up.
“Gotta strut them city streets…Showin’ off my éclat, yeahhhhh.”
Trinalla found the pacing helped to keep parts of her brain occupied that could sometimes get off track, so that she could really focus on the meat of the problem with these deficiencies.
“Tellin’ my friends of the social elite….Or some cute cat I happen to meet that I’m….”
The singing. Well, the singing was because she liked it.
“That I’m Abraham de Lacey, Gieuseppe Casey….
Exiting the lab, Trinalla restarted the route that took her towards her quarters. Sometimes just pacing the little lab wasn’t enough to really keep her busy. Sometimes her thinking walks took her all over the station. It mostly amused folks, and typically resulted in a solution.
“Thomas O’Malley…”
Ah ha! There you are you little…. She made a notation on her PADD, finding where there was a slight variance in her calculations. A copying error perhaps? Whatever it was, Trin felt validation as she was certain this was the cause of the problems.
“O’Malley! The alley! Ca-” Before she could finish the lyric, Trinalla rounded the corner and collided with a person. The collision threw her off balance, sending her sprawling to the deck in a heap of Kriosian in engineering gold. Her PADD went skittering off several meters away.
Pushing her warm brown hair from her violet coloured eyes, Trinalla looked up. “Oh, hello. Who put a person here?”