Yes it would, that is both original and a very interesting
concept. I hope you decide to try it, 'cause I would like to
see it, maybe even a series of short stories with Bell in a
different role in Kei's life each time. I mean she said she
would be with him, not how. Mother, sister, wife even as an
enemy or rival depending on what he needed in each life.
Each done with love and caring.
I'm not sure that she would necessarily take a different role in his life. I
mean, while the UF is definitely concerned with the letter of the law, as it
were, I really can't see Fujishima's Heaven ignoring the, er, romantic
spirit of the wish in question.
Taking you up on the offer, BTW.
First Turn of the Wheel
<ESTIMATED TIME TO INTERCEPT: INF>
Mara D'Ande had never been able to quite figure out why
she had decided to name her Nachtwind _Bells of Doom_ - it
was a choice that seemed, at first glance, entirely out of
character for her.
True, it was entirely appropriate for the assigned fighter of
a great ace...
But she, five feet and perhaps a hundred pounds soaking wet,
just seemed too -nice- to name it so.
"It just felt right," she'd say whenever asked, with a small,
private smile.
And, well, it was especially odd given that her scores stood
at eight kills, three probables, and seventy three captures.
At the moment, she was looking to add another to those 73.
The brilliant star of her prey's ion drive glimmered at the
center of the HUD's targeting ring.
[Where did he manage to find that extra mps?] she wondered
to herself, before glancing at her fuel guage and grimacing.
If the Terran Adler class fighter had been held to the speed
standard for the type, she would have been able to close to
capture range without further expenditure of her scanty
remaining reaction mass.
With a shrug, she cast that thought into the void. If she
had to spend the fuel, she had to spend the fuel, and never
mind that it would add days to her return trip.
Her fingers danced momentarily over the control boards,
programming in the burn. Then, <EXECUTE>, and she was shoved
into her seat as the soft, comforting sounds of the _Bells'_
lifesupport systems vanished under the roar/shriek of the
plasma drive.
<ESTIMATED TIME TO INTERCEPT: 32 HOURS 15 MINUTES 37 SECONDS>
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
<ESTIMATED TIME TO INTERCEPT: 3 HOURS 37 MINUTES 48 SECONDS>
<WARNING! HOSTILE LAUNCH DETECTED!>
The computer's alarm snached her from her nap. She needed only
a glance at the HUD to realize what had happened.
Whatever this was that she was hunting, it wasn't an Adler. It
was too fast, and mounted an extra missile.
Not that the knowledge did her much good -now-, with that last
missile that she hadn't though it had homing easily to kill
range.
No time for precision manuevers. She shoved the joystick hard
over, hauling the nose around to almost ninety degrees before
canceling the spin and stomping hard on the thrust pedal.
Several tense, screaming seconds later...
<MISSILE DETONATED. PROBABILITY OF PROJECTILE HIT: 100%
<PROBABILITY OF CRIPPLING HIT: 42 % PROBABILITY OF LETHAL
<HIT: 30%>
She cut the drive and begin to tap in another intercept vector.
No use worrying about it.
_Bells_ shook like her namesake, and Mara heard a distant roar,
though the bones of the ship.
<PRIMARY REMASS TANK HIT. TIME TO DEPRESSURIZATION: 45 SECONDS>
<ESTIMATED TIME TO INTERCEPT: INF>
She bowed her head and switched off the displays, leaving
spherical tears to drift away in the listless currents of
canned air.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
-->*WHANG*<--
"What..?" she asked the empty cabin, voice harsh and croaking
with disuse.
_Bells_ rolled and swung in three dimensions. The part of her
mind that the Academy had trained to think in three dimensional
manuevers automatically calculated that -something- had latched
onto the drive section and was tugboating the fighter into a
new orientation.
But there was nothing out there, except...
"Alien fighter," came the Terran pilot's voice distantly,
conducted through the metal superstructure of both fighters.
"This is the United Earth Imperium scout _Lord of Terror_.
Stand down and prepare for towing. Do not attempt to escape-
you will be well treated."
-------------------------------------------------
I actually have done some thinking on the background
of this little vingette(sp?). Anyone wanting to know more/
continue it is welcome to contact me privately.
Blessed be.
Nathan Baxter
I'm not a very good author, but I like to think I'm getting
better.
"Smackchat be cheap, honeycake."
--Fuu Hououji
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