First chapter of an among us fic i’m writing! It’s like, really really short, but it was still fun to write. Gotta establish my writing patterns n all that. Hoping to get into more proper action in the next chapter. Here’s this one tho :3
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Mission Log 1
Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120
Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS
Crewmate Count: 9
Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK - NEW
Incoming Transfer File:
Full Name: Bonnie Evelynn Ambrosia
Alias(es): Bunbun, Bun
Pronouns: SHE/HER
Age: 24 SEY (Standard Earth Years)
Home Planet: PARAMOUR - SECTOR B
Species: COLONY HUMAN - SECTOR B
Medical Records: UP TO DATE
Experience: 3 SEY SPACE TRAVEL EXP, 4 SEY SPACE ACADEMICS, 14 SEY PLANETARY ACADEMICS
Role: ELECTRICIAN, JANITOR, TECH/SOFTWARE SUPPORT
Recommendation: HIGH
Suit: PINK
Backup Suit: ORANGE
Notes: extremely reliable, displays quick wit and many helpful behaviors, such as- updating ship software quickly and efficiently, finishing tasks quickly, frequenting security once tasks finished. Tends to be shy until comfortable on a ship. Displays extreme readiness to skip votes and hesitance to vote crewmates out unless proper evidence presented.
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Another month, another transfer. That’s how life had been since Bunbun gotten out of the academy. It’s not that she wasn’t trying to get along with whatever crew she was placed with. Quite the opposite, in fact. She might be nervous around every stranger she meets, but her careful monitoring of crewmate activity had saved more than one ship from disaster. Yet, every month, she’d have to say goodbye to any friends she’d made, and start all over with a new crew.
She wondered if said “disasters” were why they were transferring people so often. To get people away from traumatic memories, perhaps? Then again, all the SKELDs looked the same. HQ wasn’t known for transferring crewmates between ship models if they were unfamiliar with the layout.
She wondered if it was a good idea to keep crewmates so unfamiliar with each other, too. Wouldn’t it be better to learn your crew’s habits? To spend more time together? Wouldn’t it be easier to pick out inconsistency, rather than relying on shot-in-the-dark accusations? Wouldn’t the impostor stick out like a sore thumb?
Or would it just give it more time to adapt?
But, in the long run, what did she know? She was just the maintenance crewmate. She was just glad she’d left every ship breathing.
Not every electrician was that lucky.
Bunbun eyed the docking port as she stood before it. Everything seemed properly hooked up. Nothing was out of place. The ship managed to look almost new, from what she could see. She heaved a sigh, hefting a bag over her shoulder, and checking that her emergency pack was attached. She would’ve liked to adjust her bandanna, too, but her fingers just brushed against the top of her pink helmet. That was the thing about boarding a new ship. No matter how well sealed a port was, one could never be too careful. So, full suit it is. Even if it could be a little inconvenient.
The docking door opened with a couple clanks, the hiss of pressurized air greeting her before the captain could. Their dark green suit looked weathered, the star-shaped patch on their suit nearly faded gray with solar exposure. She could see bits of their face peeking through the usual visor glare. What she saw were the telltale signs of extended space travel exposure; their coiled hair had a fine dusting of white, their dark skin had wrinkled stripes, their deep brown eyes seemed just a bit sunken in their sockets. Despite all this, the captain’s smile was warm. They gave Bunbun a rather jaunty wave on their way over. She waved back shyly.
“Hello there! I’m Captain Groud. Glad to have you aboard, Miss Ambrosia!” captain Groud hummed. They held out their hand, and she took it, giving it a gentle shake.
“Th-thank you! I’m Bunbun. I’m, um, glad you requested me,” she replied softly, “Hopefully I can, um, stay for awhile. I-I didn’t realize how much transferring a crewmate goes through before I got out of school.”
“Yeah, space work really throws you all over,” Groud chuckled, shaking their head. “But I promise you’ll have some good work on ol’ D34.” They glanced back at the ship fondly. “She might be an older model, but she’s served us well.”
“I’d... hope so…?” Bunbun blinked. “It, um, looks like a very nice ship.” She tried for a polite smile. It probably didn’t come out right, seeing as she’d realized why this particular ship wanted her so badly. They’re probably decades behind on their software updates, she sighed internally. But she gave her head a little shake. Just means there’s plenty of work to do! I can handle that.
“So, you ready to climb aboard? Got all your things?” Ground asked. Bunbun nodded, and they grinned. Stepping back, they made a sweeping gesture towards the gangplank. “Step right up, Bunbun! Let’s introduce you to the rest of the crew!”
“E-eheheh, y-yeah,” Bunbun twittered. Shifting her bag, she slowly plodded onto the ship. She only stopped once, to gently knock her helmet against the entrance. For luck, of course.
Here’s to hoping it’s a successful new assignment.
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