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My brand new Orville fic! It is waiting for editing and then that's it :D Here is a snippet:
Cataloging was generally regarded as the worst possible duty a crew could be assigned.
Ed was in full agreement. Patrol duty was generally boring, but at least there was a chance of something interesting happening. Unfortunately, while cataloging, their orders were to catalog, and to call in anything that looked interesting so another ship could investigate. So they would not neglect their duties. Sometimes, these cataloging duties took a few weeks, and sometimes they took several months. They were stuck with the latter, which made him wonder if someone back at HQ had a vendetta against him.
Ed reclined in his seat, crossing one ankle over the other knee. He took a moment to observe his crew. Everyone was busy at their station, and no one looked like they needed his help, so he went back to his boredom. For the past three weeks, the Orville had been cataloging nebulas in this particular region of space. His crew were all professionals at work, but he could sense that even the nerds in cartography were getting bored, too.
For the past twenty-one days, there had not been a single blip. No errant artifacts causing time travel. No distress signals that originated from beyond the edge of known space. Not even the tiniest hiccup of an anomaly. Hell, he would settle for second contact if it meant doing something else.
He exhaled quietly and tried to remain positive. At least they had not been assigned to cataloging asteroids like the poor bastards on the Kilauea.
Title: The Diplomatic Incident
Rating: M
Universe: The Orville
Pairings: Human f!OC x Krill m!OC
Note: tfw when there is no more Orville so you decide to write a 150k+ fic so you can have a hot Krill husband
Under the cut for length. :D
The door swished open, startling her from her reverie. She managed to not drop her tea.
"Morning, Ensign," Captain Mercer said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Uh, not really," she admitted. "You?"
"Not at all," he said with a shrug. He looked down at the coffee. "You are a lifesaver."
He grabbed one of the mugs and sat down before drinking it down. Once he appeared properly caffeinated, he spoke again.
"Your report?"
Nia swallowed anxiously as she forwarded it to him. Captain Mercer picked up his pad and started skimming through it.
"I have read over Ambassador Crovrel's notes, and everything seems okay," Nia said. "I genuinely cannot tell what she could be doing that would be causing offense to the Za'ari. However, body language is quite important, so there may be subtle cues that she's missing or weird vibes that she's giving off, so to speak - "
"Captain, we will be rendezvousing with the Sarakev in eight minutes," came a voice over comms.
"How are we an hour early?" Captain Mercer asked.
Her stomach dropped through her feet. She hadn't even gotten through the first paragraph. She had no idea if her plans were even acceptable. What if she had made a mistake? Nia felt her heart starting to race.
"We have not altered course. The Sarakev has chosen to meet us here. They must attend to another incident."
"I see," Captain Mercer said. He gave her a look. "Well, let's go meet our guests, then."
Nia nodded in silence. She followed after him obediently, her stomach twisting tighter with each step. Commander Grayson came to join them about halfway there. She had a frown on her face, and her lips were set in a thin line. Nia noticed that her mug of coffee was much larger.
"Did you get a chance to review everything?"
"Nope," Captain Mercer said. "It should be fine."
Nia gave him a look of horror as she trotted along behind them. Commander Grayson sighed and finished the last of her coffee.
"Ensign Hreevan, could you do me a favor?" she asked. "Can you throw this into the recycler?"
"Of course, Commander," Ensign Hreevan said, giving them a curious look.
All too soon, they came to the shuttle bay, where a Krill vessel had just landed. The back ramp dropped, and a group of four Krill stepped off. A few more unloaded some boxes and crates behind them. They exchanged a few words.
Just as quickly, the shuttle left, leaving the four individuals and a pile of crates behind. Captain Mercer stepped forward. Nia shuffled forward a step, trying her best to hide behind Captain Mercer and Commander Grayson without actually looking like she was trying to hide.
"Hello," Captain Mercer said, putting on his most welcoming smile. "Welcome aboard the Orville, gentlemen."
"Captain Mercer," said the Krill who looked like he was in charge. "My colleagues and I thank you for assisting us in our diplomatic mission."
Oh my God. The holographic videos had not done his voice justice, Nia thought to herself.
"It is our pleasure to help," he said. "Please allow me to make introductions. This is Commander Grayson, my second in command." Captain Mercer seemed less than impressed when he realized she was trying to hide behind him. "This," he said, shuffling her forward, "is Ensign Bridges, our resident expert on Za'ar and her people."
Nia suddenly felt tiny as they scrutinized her. She swallowed and tried to give them a welcoming smile.
"Hi," she managed to say.
Their eyes met, and she suddenly felt like she could not breathe, an odd electric feeling starting at her toes and working its way up. He tilted his head in acknowledgement and diverted attention from her. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest. Her hands and knees felt oddly shaky after that brief encounter.
Title: The Diplomatic Incident
Rating: M
Universe: The Orville
Pairings: Human f!OC x Krill m!OC
Note: tfw when there is no more Orville so you decide to write a 150k+ fic so you can have a hot Krill husband
Under the cut for length. :D
The door swished open, startling her from her reverie. She managed to not drop her tea.
"Morning, Ensign," Captain Mercer said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Uh, not really," she admitted. "You?"
"Not at all," he said with a shrug. He looked down at the coffee. "You are a lifesaver."
He grabbed one of the mugs and sat down before drinking it down. Once he appeared properly caffeinated, he spoke again.
"Your report?"
Nia swallowed anxiously as she forwarded it to him. Captain Mercer picked up his pad and started skimming through it.
"I have read over Ambassador Crovrel's notes, and everything seems okay," Nia said. "I genuinely cannot tell what she could be doing that would be causing offense to the Za'ari. However, body language is quite important, so there may be subtle cues that she's missing or weird vibes that she's giving off, so to speak - "
"Captain, we will be rendezvousing with the Sarakev in eight minutes," came a voice over comms.
"How are we an hour early?" Captain Mercer asked.
Her stomach dropped through her feet. She hadn't even gotten through the first paragraph. She had no idea if her plans were even acceptable. What if she had made a mistake? Nia felt her heart starting to race.
"We have not altered course. The Sarakev has chosen to meet us here. They must attend to another incident."
"I see," Captain Mercer said. He gave her a look. "Well, let's go meet our guests, then."
Nia nodded in silence. She followed after him obediently, her stomach twisting tighter with each step. Commander Grayson came to join them about halfway there. She had a frown on her face, and her lips were set in a thin line. Nia noticed that her mug of coffee was much larger.
"Did you get a chance to review everything?"
"Nope," Captain Mercer said. "It should be fine."
Nia gave him a look of horror as she trotted along behind them. Commander Grayson sighed and finished the last of her coffee.
"Ensign Hreevan, could you do me a favor?" she asked. "Can you throw this into the recycler?"
"Of course, Commander," Ensign Hreevan said, giving them a curious look.
All too soon, they came to the shuttle bay, where a Krill vessel had just landed. The back ramp dropped, and a group of four Krill stepped off. A few more unloaded some boxes and crates behind them. They exchanged a few words.
Just as quickly, the shuttle left, leaving the four individuals and a pile of crates behind. Captain Mercer stepped forward. Nia shuffled forward a step, trying her best to hide behind Captain Mercer and Commander Grayson without actually looking like she was trying to hide.
"Hello," Captain Mercer said, putting on his most welcoming smile. "Welcome aboard the Orville, gentlemen."
"Captain Mercer," said the Krill who looked like he was in charge. "My colleagues and I thank you for assisting us in our diplomatic mission."
Oh my God. The holographic videos had not done his voice justice, Nia thought to herself.
"It is our pleasure to help," he said. "Please allow me to make introductions. This is Commander Grayson, my second in command." Captain Mercer seemed less than impressed when he realized she was trying to hide behind him. "This," he said, shuffling her forward, "is Ensign Bridges, our resident expert on Za'ar and her people."
Nia suddenly felt tiny as they scrutinized her. She swallowed and tried to give them a welcoming smile.
"Hi," she managed to say.
Their eyes met, and she suddenly felt like she could not breathe, an odd electric feeling starting at her toes and working its way up. He tilted his head in acknowledgement and diverted attention from her. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest. Her hands and knees felt oddly shaky after that brief encounter.
Abt the bb angara; bc they're so tiny, can you IMAGINE how smol and cute the noises they make are?? Instead of typical baby cries, it probably sounds more like yips and squeaks?????
Honestly!! Little bb chirps for the first couple of weeks…
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