Fic Rec Friday: by the time the apocalypse began
Author: everythingeverything (yiqie)
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Trigun
Relationship(s): Vashwood
Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Space Opera, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Exoplanets, Xenophilia, Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Aircraft Engineering, Or an attempt at it.
Summary: The signal filtered through the receptor speakers so clearly and with so little interference that Wolfwood startled, as though a stranger had manifested in the cockpit with them. But it was still the five of them, frozen in their concentration. He didn’t recognize the voice or this lonely, haunted string of words, meaningless and unhelpful at the edge of the galaxy. No coordinates, no name, no identification. As if, more than anything, they wanted to be remembered, not rescued. It played over and over again like a song: I’m sorry, and I love you. I’m sorry, and I love you. I’m sorry, and I love you. This wasn’t a distress signal. It was an elegy. // Wolfwood has spent the better part of his sorry life working in a refuse and litter ship, cleaning up the vestiges of a bygone galactic disaster. On the last flight of his career, his ship picks up a lonely call into the dark.
I can't tell you how many emotions this gave me. I love a good AU, and seeing a Space Opera/Sci-Fi AU was a special treat onto itself. The emotions, the mystery, the buildup, the worldbuilding, the characters--they all make for a wonderful story, one that's well worth a read.
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