Title: Hollow City (Doppelganger Challenge)
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Even a City can feel sorrow.
Notes: Takes place during “Progeny.” Thanks to
achae_ology for a beta.
She sensed something coming, diving through hyperspace towards her. It was too fast to be the Enemy, too large and powerful to be the tiny human ship, its wake signature achingly familiar. It was, she knew, too much to hope that another like her had survived, but if the newcomers had taught her anything in their short years, it was that hope was never wasted. The ship emerged into normal space in the sky above her, and for a moment she knew that what she was feeling must be joy and elation. She reached out to touch her unknown sister and then recoiled in horror.
Cold. Empty. Lifeless. Abomination.
She had once had many children in this galaxy, lost Prolenas and Catanrush and the others, which never been allowed grow their minds as she had, as she never would have been had she not she awoken so long ago that ten thousand generations had grown up within her. But though her masters’ hearts had hardened over the ages, they had never created thoughtless husks like this awful, identical mimicry of her.
She trigger her alarms then and felt her people react, the Coordinator moving to determine the cause and alert his fellows, the Vice Commander rushing towards Control. The wrong way, she tried to tell him, go to the Chair, the Chair. She yearned to strike now, even knowing that her depleted energy reserves could not last, but her old masters had been careful to be sure she could not access the weapons without direction from the Chair.
Not that she would if she could, she suddenly realized as she scanned her target. The Commander was on the alien city-ship, and the Chief Scientist, with their two men-at-arms and their advisor. She longed to aid them, but all she could do was watch as they moved through intruder. Then she spotted a curious spike of energy from the other city’s power room and recognized the Scientist’s handiwork there. The threat was dealt with before most of her inhabitants even had time to know it existed, and for a moment the joy returned as she realized her favored had escaped to safety.
She wept then, as debris burned in the atmosphere, for a City that died without living, for a race of siblings twisted by hate, for the suffering caused by the arrogance and foolishness of her creators; she hoped that her new children could fix the mistakes of the past.
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Even a City can feel sorrow.
Notes: Takes place during “Progeny.” Thanks to
She sensed something coming, diving through hyperspace towards her. It was too fast to be the Enemy, too large and powerful to be the tiny human ship, its wake signature achingly familiar. It was, she knew, too much to hope that another like her had survived, but if the newcomers had taught her anything in their short years, it was that hope was never wasted. The ship emerged into normal space in the sky above her, and for a moment she knew that what she was feeling must be joy and elation. She reached out to touch her unknown sister and then recoiled in horror.
Cold. Empty. Lifeless. Abomination.
She had once had many children in this galaxy, lost Prolenas and Catanrush and the others, which never been allowed grow their minds as she had, as she never would have been had she not she awoken so long ago that ten thousand generations had grown up within her. But though her masters’ hearts had hardened over the ages, they had never created thoughtless husks like this awful, identical mimicry of her.
She trigger her alarms then and felt her people react, the Coordinator moving to determine the cause and alert his fellows, the Vice Commander rushing towards Control. The wrong way, she tried to tell him, go to the Chair, the Chair. She yearned to strike now, even knowing that her depleted energy reserves could not last, but her old masters had been careful to be sure she could not access the weapons without direction from the Chair.
Not that she would if she could, she suddenly realized as she scanned her target. The Commander was on the alien city-ship, and the Chief Scientist, with their two men-at-arms and their advisor. She longed to aid them, but all she could do was watch as they moved through intruder. Then she spotted a curious spike of energy from the other city’s power room and recognized the Scientist’s handiwork there. The threat was dealt with before most of her inhabitants even had time to know it existed, and for a moment the joy returned as she realized her favored had escaped to safety.
She wept then, as debris burned in the atmosphere, for a City that died without living, for a race of siblings twisted by hate, for the suffering caused by the arrogance and foolishness of her creators; she hoped that her new children could fix the mistakes of the past.
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Date: 2007-05-26 08:20 pm (UTC)I'll probably be writing more fic in which the city plays some sort of role. There's a few done already. One's an earlier flashfic, and the other two were for, uh,
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Date: 2007-05-27 04:32 am (UTC)Coolness, I'll have to remember to keep my eyes open; I know I've read one or two of your earlier fics. They're always thought-provoking.
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