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Turning goth!
I cut my hair. It's been what, two years? And my hair grows rather fast. It's now about shoulder-length, most of it, and annoying as hell. But looks okay. Am contemplating dyeing it black/blue. Just for kicks. :P
Something of a deus ex machina in this part, but for a good cause!
The passing of time was always debatable, on a spaceship. There were clocks, for the sake of convenience set to a routine of ticking, and a computer that could probably tell you what time it was on any given planet in any given city. Or town. Or village. Or in the middle of a desert wasteland, inhabited only by experimental branches of evolutionary brilliance, where no one cared anyway.
Point being, time in space was relative, not only in the ways which complicated family reunions. Without a solid rock and a burning ball of gas in (not always plain) sight, biological clocks got awfully mucked up, and no amount of science could fix that up.
So when Sanzo’s eyes blinked open, his hands automatically went pawing for the nearest clock, trying to determine whether being asleep was still an option. Nine thirty nine am, standard time. He did a double take. “What the fuck?” he said rather loudly. He never slept that long. It was barely evening when he got back to his cabin last night, how did he sleep this long?
It took a couple more blinking attempts for Sanzo to get the full picture. It was his cabin alright. And his bed. Only it got a lot smaller when he wasn’t looking, and a lot warmer. Also, a whole lot more of a social scene then he was used to. Something was purring, and it wasn’t Kouryuu, since he didn’t see the cat last night. He was probably off, terrorizing the crew. Sanzo was going to hear a litany of fairly vulgar complaints, later on, for leaving him out. Right now? He had an armful of a purring monkey, who might, or might not, kill him when he woke up. Generally not a preferable morning after, but last evening wasn’t exactly his choice of a night before, so he supposed it’d all work out. Goku fell asleep right after disturbing the shit out of him, for which he was vaguely grateful. One step at a time, he’d figured, and everything was bearable. At least that’s what he’d told himself when he’d moved the kid from the floor onto the bed. Letting him out hadn’t been an option, his crew was freaked out by a measly cat. Leaving Goku alone hadn’t seem like a good choice either – the kid was unstable at the best of times, upset and unstable was a recipe for disaster.
So that explain why they were both in the same room. The bed-sharing was a little more tricky. Sanzo had been rather tired himself (having been knocked about twice during the day), and sleeping while sitting up, as well as sleeping on the floor, was uncomfortable; together they were a recipe for weeks of backache.
He rolled his eyes at the ceiling. At least he remembered getting where he was now, which wasn’t always the case. Here being wedged, not quite comfortably, between a wall and some five dozen kilos of a warm killer monkey.
Sanzo snorted. His choice of bed warmers was controversial at the best of times, but a psychically unstable child-turned-into-weaponry-assortment was a new low.
The psychically unstable child-turned-into-weaponry-assortment shifted in his sleep, shivered and nuzzled into the sheets. Sanzo glared at nothing in particular.
He really needed to get up now.
Cursing the heated clingy monkeys, he started to extract himself from the turmoil of limbs and sheets. And suddenly he stopped.
Heated. Goku was radiating heat, it was palpable even through several layers of clothing. Worse yet, he was shivering at the same time, as if he was freezing cold. Sanzo pressed his palm against Goku’s clammy forehead. Definitely too warm.
“Fuck. What, the ambience not to your liking, stupid monkey?” he asked the unconscious passenger. He awkwardly crouched over the kid and stood on the floor. “What did you expect, five-star accommodation and climate control?”
Goku muttered something incoherent and twisted his fingers into the sheets Sanzo was warming a moment before. Sanzo clenched his teeth to stop them from chattering, and blinked in surprise. What the hell…
… Coming to think of it, it was bloody cold.
“As if we didn’t have enough fucking problems,” Sanzo muttered. He straightened the covers and, even though the art of tucking in was alien to him, made an effort to keep Goku covered. He turned to leave and engaged the closet in a staring contest. There ought to be a sweater inside. But if he wore a sweater it would be admitting to the temperature, which wouldn’t be boosting the crew’s morale. Not that he gave a fuck about their feelings, as long as they did their jobs.
On the other hand, it really was cold.
Sanzo’s brows furrowed. He gave the closet a particularly nasty glare. The closet, as expected, remained unmoved. “Screw them,” Sanzo said and grabbed the offensive sweater. At least he’d be warm. Warmer.
He locked the door behind him. In case of an emergency, it would buy them maybe three to four seconds.
“I take it the partlet died?” Sanzo asked walking into the dining room. His crew was sitting around the table, everyone’s hands wrapped around steaming mugs. Lirin looked up. She was wrapped in a heavy jacket, a couple sizes too big for her, which made her look even smaller than usual.
“Yeah,” she said. The tone of her voice indicated she was unimpressed with his powers of logical deduction and that she was unhappy with the supposition anything mechanical she had her hands on might have stopped working without a physical breakage.
“Wonder-fucking-ful. What’s the other good news? Federal Starfleet on our asses?” He should be worried, he knew. Never a good idea, having limited air in deep space.
“Well, yes,” Kougaji deadpanned. “Sooner or later.”
“Stats?”
“We are two days away from Alderaan. We have air for three, three and a half.”
“Too good, the odds. I bet something’ll blow up,” Gojyo said over the rim of his mug. He smirked at Hakkai. “I trust things in monkey land are well?” Gojyo continued, throwing Sanzo an amused look. “Since you’re here, in one piece?”
“More or less. He was lucid last night, but now he’s feverish,” Sanzo replied, for once not taking the invitation to a snarking match. “Doc’d better fix him, soon,” he added, raising more than one set of brows around the table. “The rest of you, try not to breathe too much.”
The doctor, on his part, suddenly looked deeply disturbed. “How bad is the fever?”
“What, I’m supposed to know that now? You’re the doctor here.”
Hakkai stood up and, without a word, rushed to the captain’s bunk. Sanzo glared after him, a little perturbed. Surely a little fever never killed anyone? He sat down and helped himself to a mug of coffee. He looked up at Kougaji, wordlessly asking for a report, but evidently nothing unexpected, other than the impending suffocating death, was going on. Sanzo wasn’t sure whether this was good news, or bad news. For now, he reasoned, all they could do was stay put. So, after grabbing a mug of something hot for himself, he went back to his cabin.
By the time he got there Hakkai managed to untangle Goku enough to slide his shirt up and press the stethoscope to his heaving chest.
“So what got you so bothered?”
“Goku hasn’t been sick a day in his life, according to his medical documentation.”
“So he’s got the flu, no big deal. The bug gets to everyone, sooner or later.”
“He hasn’t got the flu.”
“No?”
“At least it is extremely unlikely that he does.”
“What the fuck is wrong then?”
Hakkai didn’t answer. Sanzo stared at him, as he folded the stethoscope carefully and straightened Goku’s clothes.
“I’ll try to find something of relevance in the documentation. Until then, it’s probably best to leave him alone.”
Sanzo cast a look at Goku. He was deeply asleep but clearly far from relaxed. Every once in a while his body would shiver violently, and he’d claw at the sheets, but for the most part he stayed utterly still. And the stillness was not good news.
Hakkai walked out, but Sanzo barely noticed, staring at the restless figure occupying his bed.
“You,” he said eventually, “Are way more trouble than you’re worth.”
Goku, being unconscious, didn’t answer. Stupid monkey. Sanzo looked over his shoulder to make sure the door was closed and stepped towards the bed. He kneeled at its side, so that his face was more or less level with Goku’s. Sanzo leaned forward, just a little, skimming his fingers along the warm cheek. Goku shivered violently at the contact, turning towards Sanzo nonetheless. Sanzo closed his eyes.
“Shit,” he said.
That exact moment he heard a distant roar. He sprang to his feet just in time for West’s violent lurch to knock him off his feet. Fortunately, this seemed to be a singular occurrence, because in a matter of seconds the ship was steady again. Sanzo found himself pressing Goku into the mattress, his own hands gripping the edges of the bunk, keeping them both in one place. The kid was still unconscious. Sanzo got up, shaking off the few books the sudden movement displaced from the shelf. He ran out the door, not bothering to close it.
“What the fuck was that?” he yelled at Kougaji as soon as he had him in sight. The first mate was surveying the mess that was their living area.
“I daresay that was our oxygen going to hell,” Kougaji said in return. Then his eyes widened in terror at a sudden realisation. “Lirin!”
“I’m here,” a weak voice replied. The girl was struggling to figure out her way from underneath the table. Sanzo and Kougaji rushed to pull the chairs away and help her out. To their great relief she was okay, and able to actively assist in her own rescue, such as it was. There was a nasty burn on her left arm and the left side of her face – nothing that wouldn’t heal. It did look painful though.
“What happened?” Sanzo asked, looking Lirin over to make sure the rest of her was in one piece. Apart from a small flame licking the edge of her pants she was fine, if a little singed.
“Now’s not the time, she needs a doctor-”
“Shut up. Lirin, I need to know what happened.”
“Converter blew. Didn’t think it would, I swear!” Lirin’s finger’s tightened on Sanzo’s sleeve. “I got here and managed to lock the door, but I dunno how much we lost, and I dunno how much we’ve got left! And now we’re stuck!”
“Kou, take her to Hakkai,” Sanzo said. “You, once you are in walking order, find out which fucker made us pay for whatever it was that blew and I will burn him alive,” he told Lirin seriously. She smiled tentatively in response and Sanzo smiled back. Quickly, and almost unnoticeably, but he did.
“Don’t be too harsh,” she whispered.
“I’ll fry him,” he promised, giving her head a pat. “Now get the doctor to fix you up, this minute.”
xxx.XXX.xxx
“What are we gonna do?” Kougaji asked, once Sanzo found his way to the bridge. The expression on his face was grim. “As far as Lirin can tell, the circuit broke sometime last night. Which would give us some three and a half days to get somewhere-”
“If it wasn’t for the blow.” Sanzo paused to curse. “How much time do we have?”
“Yaone’s running diagnostics, but I don’t think there’d be more than a day, at most.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“How’s Lirin?”
“First and second degree burns, nothing serious. Won’t be a mark on her, in several weeks.” There was a defiance in Kougaji’s tone, which Sanzo interpreted (correctly) as an “in your face, Higher Powers”. Because if there was one thing he didn’t question, it was that there would be next few weeks. “What are we gonna do?” he repeated.
Sanzo frowned. “Send a wave. See what’s closest. We’re gonna try and limp there.”
Dead silence from the pilot’s seat was his answer.
“Yaone?”
“We’re in the middle nowheresville, corner of away and far from, captain,” Yaone said wryly, a very rare display for her. So rare, in fact, that both Sanzo and Kougaji had to pause and give her an incredulous stare. “And, we’re on one tenth engine capacity. At best, we’ll crawl.”
“Yaone?”
“I am capable of sarcasm, I’ll have you know,” she said, her eyes never leaving the monitors.
“I can see that. And it’s not what I pay you for. What was it about being nowhere?”
“You told us to run, but I’d already filed a touch-down plan to the Authorities. Anyone with half a brain will search for us through the Authorities, they’d be expecting us on Chi You. So, I didn’t take us there.”
“Is there good news?”
“Well, we might freeze to death before we suffocate. It’s supposed to be less painful.”
“Thank you, dear. I needed that,” Kougaji muttered. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong with Goku?” he asked. Sanzo pretended not to notice the slight hesitation between “with” and “Goku”.
“Doc doesn’t know. Says it’s not the flu.”
A moment of silence. Then-
“You don’t think…” Kougaji paused. Sanzo gave him a particularly nasty glare.
“It wasn’t the monkey,” he said. “If he suddenly developed a homicidal urge, I think he’d be more direct about it.” That was an understatement, if he’d ever uttered one. “Plus, he is not a complete moron, he needs oxygen too.” Sanzo looked at Kougaji.
“Unless he was ‘programmed’ to self-destruct.”
Sanzo frowned. I know how to rig an explosive to a vehicle so that it doesn’t kill the people inside, an annoying voice in his head sang. “I still think he’d be more direct,” he said aloud. “He isn’t exactly capable of lying.”
“Suppose not. How about the doc?”
“Whatever Hakkai wants, blowing the ship up will not exactly help him.”
“You think?”
“Yeah.” Sanzo was well aware of the sarcasm lacing through Kougaji’s tone. “He’s insane, but he is rational. I hope.”
“That won’t exactly help, in any case,” Yaone said. The screen in front of her displayed nothing but blackness. It took Sanzo a minute to realise it wasn’t because it was turned off. “There’s nothing. Whatsoever. No civilian ship close enough that I can detect. None in range for the message, except hypothetical Gov cruisers. And even they are probably too far to get here in time.”
Gov cruisers. The shining beacon of civilisation, patrolling the outer rim. They might get the signal, Sanzo thought. They’d the best of technologies and a shitload of power. Even at this distance – he glanced at the screens – they might pick it up. Might being the keyword. This corner of nothingness was particularly rich in interplanetary debris and magnetic interference that could do Bob proud.
In short, they were pretty fucked.
“What do we do?” Kougaji asked, turning to his captain.
Sanzo glared right back. “Right now, it looks like we die.”
You can see where this is going, can't you?
Something of a deus ex machina in this part, but for a good cause!
The passing of time was always debatable, on a spaceship. There were clocks, for the sake of convenience set to a routine of ticking, and a computer that could probably tell you what time it was on any given planet in any given city. Or town. Or village. Or in the middle of a desert wasteland, inhabited only by experimental branches of evolutionary brilliance, where no one cared anyway.
Point being, time in space was relative, not only in the ways which complicated family reunions. Without a solid rock and a burning ball of gas in (not always plain) sight, biological clocks got awfully mucked up, and no amount of science could fix that up.
So when Sanzo’s eyes blinked open, his hands automatically went pawing for the nearest clock, trying to determine whether being asleep was still an option. Nine thirty nine am, standard time. He did a double take. “What the fuck?” he said rather loudly. He never slept that long. It was barely evening when he got back to his cabin last night, how did he sleep this long?
It took a couple more blinking attempts for Sanzo to get the full picture. It was his cabin alright. And his bed. Only it got a lot smaller when he wasn’t looking, and a lot warmer. Also, a whole lot more of a social scene then he was used to. Something was purring, and it wasn’t Kouryuu, since he didn’t see the cat last night. He was probably off, terrorizing the crew. Sanzo was going to hear a litany of fairly vulgar complaints, later on, for leaving him out. Right now? He had an armful of a purring monkey, who might, or might not, kill him when he woke up. Generally not a preferable morning after, but last evening wasn’t exactly his choice of a night before, so he supposed it’d all work out. Goku fell asleep right after disturbing the shit out of him, for which he was vaguely grateful. One step at a time, he’d figured, and everything was bearable. At least that’s what he’d told himself when he’d moved the kid from the floor onto the bed. Letting him out hadn’t been an option, his crew was freaked out by a measly cat. Leaving Goku alone hadn’t seem like a good choice either – the kid was unstable at the best of times, upset and unstable was a recipe for disaster.
So that explain why they were both in the same room. The bed-sharing was a little more tricky. Sanzo had been rather tired himself (having been knocked about twice during the day), and sleeping while sitting up, as well as sleeping on the floor, was uncomfortable; together they were a recipe for weeks of backache.
He rolled his eyes at the ceiling. At least he remembered getting where he was now, which wasn’t always the case. Here being wedged, not quite comfortably, between a wall and some five dozen kilos of a warm killer monkey.
Sanzo snorted. His choice of bed warmers was controversial at the best of times, but a psychically unstable child-turned-into-weaponry-assortment was a new low.
The psychically unstable child-turned-into-weaponry-assortment shifted in his sleep, shivered and nuzzled into the sheets. Sanzo glared at nothing in particular.
He really needed to get up now.
Cursing the heated clingy monkeys, he started to extract himself from the turmoil of limbs and sheets. And suddenly he stopped.
Heated. Goku was radiating heat, it was palpable even through several layers of clothing. Worse yet, he was shivering at the same time, as if he was freezing cold. Sanzo pressed his palm against Goku’s clammy forehead. Definitely too warm.
“Fuck. What, the ambience not to your liking, stupid monkey?” he asked the unconscious passenger. He awkwardly crouched over the kid and stood on the floor. “What did you expect, five-star accommodation and climate control?”
Goku muttered something incoherent and twisted his fingers into the sheets Sanzo was warming a moment before. Sanzo clenched his teeth to stop them from chattering, and blinked in surprise. What the hell…
… Coming to think of it, it was bloody cold.
“As if we didn’t have enough fucking problems,” Sanzo muttered. He straightened the covers and, even though the art of tucking in was alien to him, made an effort to keep Goku covered. He turned to leave and engaged the closet in a staring contest. There ought to be a sweater inside. But if he wore a sweater it would be admitting to the temperature, which wouldn’t be boosting the crew’s morale. Not that he gave a fuck about their feelings, as long as they did their jobs.
On the other hand, it really was cold.
Sanzo’s brows furrowed. He gave the closet a particularly nasty glare. The closet, as expected, remained unmoved. “Screw them,” Sanzo said and grabbed the offensive sweater. At least he’d be warm. Warmer.
He locked the door behind him. In case of an emergency, it would buy them maybe three to four seconds.
“I take it the partlet died?” Sanzo asked walking into the dining room. His crew was sitting around the table, everyone’s hands wrapped around steaming mugs. Lirin looked up. She was wrapped in a heavy jacket, a couple sizes too big for her, which made her look even smaller than usual.
“Yeah,” she said. The tone of her voice indicated she was unimpressed with his powers of logical deduction and that she was unhappy with the supposition anything mechanical she had her hands on might have stopped working without a physical breakage.
“Wonder-fucking-ful. What’s the other good news? Federal Starfleet on our asses?” He should be worried, he knew. Never a good idea, having limited air in deep space.
“Well, yes,” Kougaji deadpanned. “Sooner or later.”
“Stats?”
“We are two days away from Alderaan. We have air for three, three and a half.”
“Too good, the odds. I bet something’ll blow up,” Gojyo said over the rim of his mug. He smirked at Hakkai. “I trust things in monkey land are well?” Gojyo continued, throwing Sanzo an amused look. “Since you’re here, in one piece?”
“More or less. He was lucid last night, but now he’s feverish,” Sanzo replied, for once not taking the invitation to a snarking match. “Doc’d better fix him, soon,” he added, raising more than one set of brows around the table. “The rest of you, try not to breathe too much.”
The doctor, on his part, suddenly looked deeply disturbed. “How bad is the fever?”
“What, I’m supposed to know that now? You’re the doctor here.”
Hakkai stood up and, without a word, rushed to the captain’s bunk. Sanzo glared after him, a little perturbed. Surely a little fever never killed anyone? He sat down and helped himself to a mug of coffee. He looked up at Kougaji, wordlessly asking for a report, but evidently nothing unexpected, other than the impending suffocating death, was going on. Sanzo wasn’t sure whether this was good news, or bad news. For now, he reasoned, all they could do was stay put. So, after grabbing a mug of something hot for himself, he went back to his cabin.
By the time he got there Hakkai managed to untangle Goku enough to slide his shirt up and press the stethoscope to his heaving chest.
“So what got you so bothered?”
“Goku hasn’t been sick a day in his life, according to his medical documentation.”
“So he’s got the flu, no big deal. The bug gets to everyone, sooner or later.”
“He hasn’t got the flu.”
“No?”
“At least it is extremely unlikely that he does.”
“What the fuck is wrong then?”
Hakkai didn’t answer. Sanzo stared at him, as he folded the stethoscope carefully and straightened Goku’s clothes.
“I’ll try to find something of relevance in the documentation. Until then, it’s probably best to leave him alone.”
Sanzo cast a look at Goku. He was deeply asleep but clearly far from relaxed. Every once in a while his body would shiver violently, and he’d claw at the sheets, but for the most part he stayed utterly still. And the stillness was not good news.
Hakkai walked out, but Sanzo barely noticed, staring at the restless figure occupying his bed.
“You,” he said eventually, “Are way more trouble than you’re worth.”
Goku, being unconscious, didn’t answer. Stupid monkey. Sanzo looked over his shoulder to make sure the door was closed and stepped towards the bed. He kneeled at its side, so that his face was more or less level with Goku’s. Sanzo leaned forward, just a little, skimming his fingers along the warm cheek. Goku shivered violently at the contact, turning towards Sanzo nonetheless. Sanzo closed his eyes.
“Shit,” he said.
That exact moment he heard a distant roar. He sprang to his feet just in time for West’s violent lurch to knock him off his feet. Fortunately, this seemed to be a singular occurrence, because in a matter of seconds the ship was steady again. Sanzo found himself pressing Goku into the mattress, his own hands gripping the edges of the bunk, keeping them both in one place. The kid was still unconscious. Sanzo got up, shaking off the few books the sudden movement displaced from the shelf. He ran out the door, not bothering to close it.
“What the fuck was that?” he yelled at Kougaji as soon as he had him in sight. The first mate was surveying the mess that was their living area.
“I daresay that was our oxygen going to hell,” Kougaji said in return. Then his eyes widened in terror at a sudden realisation. “Lirin!”
“I’m here,” a weak voice replied. The girl was struggling to figure out her way from underneath the table. Sanzo and Kougaji rushed to pull the chairs away and help her out. To their great relief she was okay, and able to actively assist in her own rescue, such as it was. There was a nasty burn on her left arm and the left side of her face – nothing that wouldn’t heal. It did look painful though.
“What happened?” Sanzo asked, looking Lirin over to make sure the rest of her was in one piece. Apart from a small flame licking the edge of her pants she was fine, if a little singed.
“Now’s not the time, she needs a doctor-”
“Shut up. Lirin, I need to know what happened.”
“Converter blew. Didn’t think it would, I swear!” Lirin’s finger’s tightened on Sanzo’s sleeve. “I got here and managed to lock the door, but I dunno how much we lost, and I dunno how much we’ve got left! And now we’re stuck!”
“Kou, take her to Hakkai,” Sanzo said. “You, once you are in walking order, find out which fucker made us pay for whatever it was that blew and I will burn him alive,” he told Lirin seriously. She smiled tentatively in response and Sanzo smiled back. Quickly, and almost unnoticeably, but he did.
“Don’t be too harsh,” she whispered.
“I’ll fry him,” he promised, giving her head a pat. “Now get the doctor to fix you up, this minute.”
xxx.XXX.xxx
“What are we gonna do?” Kougaji asked, once Sanzo found his way to the bridge. The expression on his face was grim. “As far as Lirin can tell, the circuit broke sometime last night. Which would give us some three and a half days to get somewhere-”
“If it wasn’t for the blow.” Sanzo paused to curse. “How much time do we have?”
“Yaone’s running diagnostics, but I don’t think there’d be more than a day, at most.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“How’s Lirin?”
“First and second degree burns, nothing serious. Won’t be a mark on her, in several weeks.” There was a defiance in Kougaji’s tone, which Sanzo interpreted (correctly) as an “in your face, Higher Powers”. Because if there was one thing he didn’t question, it was that there would be next few weeks. “What are we gonna do?” he repeated.
Sanzo frowned. “Send a wave. See what’s closest. We’re gonna try and limp there.”
Dead silence from the pilot’s seat was his answer.
“Yaone?”
“We’re in the middle nowheresville, corner of away and far from, captain,” Yaone said wryly, a very rare display for her. So rare, in fact, that both Sanzo and Kougaji had to pause and give her an incredulous stare. “And, we’re on one tenth engine capacity. At best, we’ll crawl.”
“Yaone?”
“I am capable of sarcasm, I’ll have you know,” she said, her eyes never leaving the monitors.
“I can see that. And it’s not what I pay you for. What was it about being nowhere?”
“You told us to run, but I’d already filed a touch-down plan to the Authorities. Anyone with half a brain will search for us through the Authorities, they’d be expecting us on Chi You. So, I didn’t take us there.”
“Is there good news?”
“Well, we might freeze to death before we suffocate. It’s supposed to be less painful.”
“Thank you, dear. I needed that,” Kougaji muttered. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong with Goku?” he asked. Sanzo pretended not to notice the slight hesitation between “with” and “Goku”.
“Doc doesn’t know. Says it’s not the flu.”
A moment of silence. Then-
“You don’t think…” Kougaji paused. Sanzo gave him a particularly nasty glare.
“It wasn’t the monkey,” he said. “If he suddenly developed a homicidal urge, I think he’d be more direct about it.” That was an understatement, if he’d ever uttered one. “Plus, he is not a complete moron, he needs oxygen too.” Sanzo looked at Kougaji.
“Unless he was ‘programmed’ to self-destruct.”
Sanzo frowned. I know how to rig an explosive to a vehicle so that it doesn’t kill the people inside, an annoying voice in his head sang. “I still think he’d be more direct,” he said aloud. “He isn’t exactly capable of lying.”
“Suppose not. How about the doc?”
“Whatever Hakkai wants, blowing the ship up will not exactly help him.”
“You think?”
“Yeah.” Sanzo was well aware of the sarcasm lacing through Kougaji’s tone. “He’s insane, but he is rational. I hope.”
“That won’t exactly help, in any case,” Yaone said. The screen in front of her displayed nothing but blackness. It took Sanzo a minute to realise it wasn’t because it was turned off. “There’s nothing. Whatsoever. No civilian ship close enough that I can detect. None in range for the message, except hypothetical Gov cruisers. And even they are probably too far to get here in time.”
Gov cruisers. The shining beacon of civilisation, patrolling the outer rim. They might get the signal, Sanzo thought. They’d the best of technologies and a shitload of power. Even at this distance – he glanced at the screens – they might pick it up. Might being the keyword. This corner of nothingness was particularly rich in interplanetary debris and magnetic interference that could do Bob proud.
In short, they were pretty fucked.
“What do we do?” Kougaji asked, turning to his captain.
Sanzo glared right back. “Right now, it looks like we die.”
You can see where this is going, can't you?
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You've got me worried about the monkey, though! Poor thing! And what are they going to do?! ONOZ!!!! *dies*
Okay, I'm over it. XD Anyway, good job and thanks for writing this! Yay!
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Yeah, the monkey is pretty screwed. Poor little monkey. *hugs the monkey and hugs you* Thanks for commenting!
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Poor monkey! *huggles Goku* But, I have a feeling that you'll make it up to him somehow. XD
And you should have known that I would be commenting on it. ^__^ I love the icon, by the way. It's cute, in that Seiten Taisei-rabid-kitten kind of way.
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Well, he will live. I think. :P
I wuv ST. He is adorable and deadly. Best combination EVAH.
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O.K., here's my fangirling for the whole story so far:
(1) The dialogue is pure love. Your Sanzo "voice" is spot-on and I find Yaone's snarkiness absolutely wonderful. Even Kougaji manages to find a way to throw in some witty remarks. Also, your writing style is very mature and confident. I find that very refreshing. :)
(2)Hakkai's character is just a shade unlovable and reminds me of Ni in a "strange, turn your head sideways with a little humanity" way. Very, very nice. I'm still not entirely sure he's a good guy and I like to be kept guessing.
(3) The fusion of the Sanzo group and Kougaji's group is sheer brilliance. You've made it absolutely believable that they'd work together and get along - as much as Sanzo will allow - too. I've read other stories where they team-up, but I think this one might be my favorite. :)
(4) Sanzo's cat - sheer brilliance, too. I can see him taking in a evil furball like that and defending it whenever someone says something spiteful about it.
(5) Goku's upgrade in abilities is very nice, too. Not only is he a killing machine, but he can also rig bombs, shoot guns, and still manage to scare the crap out of everybody. I really like the different take on his alternate personality and capabilities. It fits the time frame/scenery of the story perfectly.
(6) I'm emotionally invested in Goku's well-being and I'm worried about why he has a fever. Bravo for reeling me in! I can't wait to see what you're going to do with it.
(7) I really like Sanzo being a former government guy and I like how he runs the ship. He is the captain for sure and even though he doesn't get the surface respect of his crew it's obvious that they will follow his lead without too many questions. Cool.
There's so much more that I like about your writing. I can't coherently get it out, right now, so I'll just have to wait for the next update so I can try to express my joy in a semi-sensible way. I think this post is running a little long, too, so I'll wrap it up with this: Thank you so much for sharing this great cross-over story and for staying true to the cannon characters' personalities. :)
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1. I love snark. And Sanzo's been born to snark. ^____^
2. Hakkai is... weird. I'm not quite sure how I managed to get him into this position. o.O
3. You know they'd get along well, given a chance. Thank you! *blushes*
4. I had this scene in mind: Sanzo pauses in a back alley to smoke, and suddenly there's something tugging on his shoes. He looks down and there's this wet lump of fur, with legs, huge eyes staring at him. We all know Sanzo cannot resist soulful eyes. *grins*
5. I have to admit to shameless monkey worshipping. I wuv Goku. The boy kicks so much butt. All of that, and he still is cute as a button!
6. I'm fairly confident he's gonna live. ;P
7. What can I say? Sanzo is a bundle of spite and hatefulness, but he does inspire loyalty and devotion, gods know how.
Thank you, for taking the time to write it all out. ♥♥
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The psychically unstable child-turned-into-weaponry-assortment shifted in his sleep, shivered and nuzzled into the sheets.
*snicker* That is perfect. Goku always manages to get close to him.
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So basically, yes, even if Sanzo was a Ku Klux Klan leader and Goku a Creole orphan, he wouldn't be able to resist. XD
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