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Sunday Fic Meme -- Week 1
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sidlj: Each Sunday, post about six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
“Mister O’Neill, begin docking procedures.”
“Aye, Captain,” Jack said, hands flying over the console with the ease of practice, notifying the Tertia spaceport that the Wild Goose would be coming in for a landing. He transmitted their registration and manifest without thinking about it, already focused on what he would do when they were planetside. Once the cargo was unloaded, he’d meet up with Daniel, Carter, and T; they’d get a room at one of the taverns that dotted the ship district, and then they’d enjoy the comforts of being dirt-bound for a few days: fresh food, drinkable beer, non-recycled air, different company. Spending weeks at a time in a flying tin can got really old, really fast.
sidlj: Each Sunday, post about six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.“Mister O’Neill, begin docking procedures.”
“Aye, Captain,” Jack said, hands flying over the console with the ease of practice, notifying the Tertia spaceport that the Wild Goose would be coming in for a landing. He transmitted their registration and manifest without thinking about it, already focused on what he would do when they were planetside. Once the cargo was unloaded, he’d meet up with Daniel, Carter, and T; they’d get a room at one of the taverns that dotted the ship district, and then they’d enjoy the comforts of being dirt-bound for a few days: fresh food, drinkable beer, non-recycled air, different company. Spending weeks at a time in a flying tin can got really old, really fast.
