Yet Another WIP
May. 16th, 2005 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sadlikeknivesSo, I had this dream last night. And then I told Telly about it, and then the plot bunnies started gnawing on my brain.
This is somewhat sci-fi, though the tech level isn't much higher than our own (and in some areas less).
First, there's Kyle Rycroft. He's a young leader of the revolution, fighting against the corrupt, military-led government. Kyle's a public figure, number one on all the wanted lists. He's also known as K-1. His twin sister, Katie, is a secret agent, attending university under the name Kiva Reese. Their mother wants nothing to do with the revolutionaries and is trying to straighten Katie out. For some reason, she decides the best way to do this is to betrothe Katie to a bright young military captain, Ryan Alston.
Kiva tells Ryan flat-out she's with the resistance, and he later discovers she's really Katie Rycroft. They actually like each other, and he's not all that happy with the state of things either, so they strike a deal. She doesn't try to stop him, he doesn't try to stop her. Everybody else is fair game. (Kyle, for instance, tries to shoot Ryan on a fairly regular basis. Katie throws things at him.)
As the conflict escalates, Katie is outed as a revolutionary and separated from Ryan, and Ryan begins acting above and beyond the terms of their original agreement.
This will not be in anything resembling chronological order. These are the first two snippets.
I. January 23, 2198
The beeping of his phone woke Commander Ryan Alston from a sound sleep. He grabbed it and hit the light-up button, and was suddenly fully awake when he saw the address the message had been sent from. He was already grabbing for his boots before he opened the message.
You have seven minutes to get out.
He took it at its word. Boots, phone, firearm, the betrothal ring he was supposed to have destroyed, and the packet of smokes he kept to give him an excuse to get out of the garrison every now and then, and he fled. Out of the building, out the back gate, and due west. Kiva—Katie—had a fondness for due west he’d never mentioned to any of the strategists who might be interested in such information. One hand was working to delete any proof the message had ever been in his phone as he took the stairs down, two at a time.
Three blocks away, he saw a familiar blond head under a streetlight. A familiar male blond head, and his gun was up with the hammer cocked back before he even thought about it. Kyle rolled his eyes and took a drag off his smoke. “I only promised her I’d give you five. You should be thankful.”
“Where is she?”
“In the south. Don’t worry about her.”
“Is she all right?”
“She’s fine. Broken wrist, but she’s fine.” He threw down his smoke and looked up over Ryan’s head as the base went up. “God.”
“You just killed six hundred people.”
“I figure that sets us about even for Soures Fields. You’d better get back there, Alston. Toss water on it or whatever it is you people do. Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble,” he said sarcastically.
Without sparing a backwards glance for the government’s Most Wanted, he bolted back toward the fireball of the base.
II. October 12, 2195
She was chopping carrots for soup when the living room window of her ratty little apartment rasped open. She glanced over the dividing wall, one hand in the drawer where gun #3 resided, and relaxed when she saw her brother’s ash-blond hair. “Hey. I’m making soup, are you hungry?” He didn’t answer. “Kylie, is something wrong? Is it Mom?”
”What? What’s wrong with Mom?”
”I don’t know, I’m asking you!”
“Nothing’s wrong with Mom, Katie! However, I’m beginning to think you might have been dropped on your head as a child.”
“What?”
”You can’t marry him.”
Well, at least now she knew what this was about. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
”I am the oldest male in this family and I forbid you to marry him.”
She blinked at him a few times to make sure she’d understood, then, “I will stab you, Kyle. Somewhere unpleasantly nonfatal.”
“Yes, dear. Rage against the patriarchy and the status quo. But you can’t marry this guy! He’s in the military! He’s a freaking officer.”
“I’d noticed that,” she said blandly.
”Let me shoot him.”
“What??”
”Let me shoot him.”
“Oh, my God, have you gone blood simple?”
”One bullet, Katie, and the problem’s solved.”
She jabbed the knife into the cutting board and stepped away. She was a little afraid of what she might do to her darling brother with the blade in hand. “Yes, Kyle, because that’s exactly what we need right now, for you to execute an officer of the military for no good reason so I can get my cover blown. You can’t shoot him, and I’m staying betrothed to him, at least for the time being.” She sighed. “Now...wash up that celery for me. You can take some soup back to your friends.”
Feedback will earn adoration. *puppy face*
This is somewhat sci-fi, though the tech level isn't much higher than our own (and in some areas less).
First, there's Kyle Rycroft. He's a young leader of the revolution, fighting against the corrupt, military-led government. Kyle's a public figure, number one on all the wanted lists. He's also known as K-1. His twin sister, Katie, is a secret agent, attending university under the name Kiva Reese. Their mother wants nothing to do with the revolutionaries and is trying to straighten Katie out. For some reason, she decides the best way to do this is to betrothe Katie to a bright young military captain, Ryan Alston.
Kiva tells Ryan flat-out she's with the resistance, and he later discovers she's really Katie Rycroft. They actually like each other, and he's not all that happy with the state of things either, so they strike a deal. She doesn't try to stop him, he doesn't try to stop her. Everybody else is fair game. (Kyle, for instance, tries to shoot Ryan on a fairly regular basis. Katie throws things at him.)
As the conflict escalates, Katie is outed as a revolutionary and separated from Ryan, and Ryan begins acting above and beyond the terms of their original agreement.
This will not be in anything resembling chronological order. These are the first two snippets.
I. January 23, 2198
The beeping of his phone woke Commander Ryan Alston from a sound sleep. He grabbed it and hit the light-up button, and was suddenly fully awake when he saw the address the message had been sent from. He was already grabbing for his boots before he opened the message.
You have seven minutes to get out.
He took it at its word. Boots, phone, firearm, the betrothal ring he was supposed to have destroyed, and the packet of smokes he kept to give him an excuse to get out of the garrison every now and then, and he fled. Out of the building, out the back gate, and due west. Kiva—Katie—had a fondness for due west he’d never mentioned to any of the strategists who might be interested in such information. One hand was working to delete any proof the message had ever been in his phone as he took the stairs down, two at a time.
Three blocks away, he saw a familiar blond head under a streetlight. A familiar male blond head, and his gun was up with the hammer cocked back before he even thought about it. Kyle rolled his eyes and took a drag off his smoke. “I only promised her I’d give you five. You should be thankful.”
“Where is she?”
“In the south. Don’t worry about her.”
“Is she all right?”
“She’s fine. Broken wrist, but she’s fine.” He threw down his smoke and looked up over Ryan’s head as the base went up. “God.”
“You just killed six hundred people.”
“I figure that sets us about even for Soures Fields. You’d better get back there, Alston. Toss water on it or whatever it is you people do. Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble,” he said sarcastically.
Without sparing a backwards glance for the government’s Most Wanted, he bolted back toward the fireball of the base.
II. October 12, 2195
She was chopping carrots for soup when the living room window of her ratty little apartment rasped open. She glanced over the dividing wall, one hand in the drawer where gun #3 resided, and relaxed when she saw her brother’s ash-blond hair. “Hey. I’m making soup, are you hungry?” He didn’t answer. “Kylie, is something wrong? Is it Mom?”
”What? What’s wrong with Mom?”
”I don’t know, I’m asking you!”
“Nothing’s wrong with Mom, Katie! However, I’m beginning to think you might have been dropped on your head as a child.”
“What?”
”You can’t marry him.”
Well, at least now she knew what this was about. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
”I am the oldest male in this family and I forbid you to marry him.”
She blinked at him a few times to make sure she’d understood, then, “I will stab you, Kyle. Somewhere unpleasantly nonfatal.”
“Yes, dear. Rage against the patriarchy and the status quo. But you can’t marry this guy! He’s in the military! He’s a freaking officer.”
“I’d noticed that,” she said blandly.
”Let me shoot him.”
“What??”
”Let me shoot him.”
“Oh, my God, have you gone blood simple?”
”One bullet, Katie, and the problem’s solved.”
She jabbed the knife into the cutting board and stepped away. She was a little afraid of what she might do to her darling brother with the blade in hand. “Yes, Kyle, because that’s exactly what we need right now, for you to execute an officer of the military for no good reason so I can get my cover blown. You can’t shoot him, and I’m staying betrothed to him, at least for the time being.” She sighed. “Now...wash up that celery for me. You can take some soup back to your friends.”
Feedback will earn adoration. *puppy face*
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2005-05-17 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-18 03:39 am (UTC)Telly actually helped me with the names. In the original dream they had no names.
no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 12:58 pm (UTC)Man, me three on the Whedon influence.