I have been writing a little, too. As usual, yaoi FanFiction. So, I give you the first page (or is it maybe somewhere in the middle of some book) of my Star Wars meets Mass Effect yaoi, with my Revan (with a new name) and Carth Onasi as the love couple.
The Ebon
Hawk shot out of the worm hole and straight into a planet atmosphere. For a
moment, it was out of control and it got extremely hot in the freighters
interior, but its expert pilot was swift to put the heat sink in overdrive. He
could not gain control over their decent, however.
“We’re
totally going to crash”, said one of the kids behind the pilot.
“That
would be bad”, said another, with a knack for stating the obvious.
The fear for this
destiny was palpable; no one on this ship wanted such an end. The only one who
seemed calm was the man standing between the pilot seats.
“Buckle
in, kids”, he said. “This is going to hurt.”
The seven people
behind him hurried to do so. Unfortunately, this left no seat for himself. Their
pilot had managed to slow down a little, but this was going to be a quite
graceless landing. They were rapidly meeting a sand sea, at least there were no
mountains to strike. The standing man braced himself for impact.
The Ebon Hawk came
to a skidding halt on the dune sea. All was still. No one moved.
“Uron.
Uron!”
He among them that
had been standing when they crash landed groaned and sat up. The pilot sat back
with a sigh of relief.
“Don’t
do that to me”, he said.
“Sorry”,
he muttered. “I’m ok.”
“You’re
bleeding”, said a female voice, which was neither of the two women in their
company.
Uron put a hand to
the back of his head and felt the sticky warm blood. He nodded slowly. His head
was feeling really funny. He looked up at the woman who had spoken. She was not
alone. She was accompanied by three men and two women, of different species.
“Asari”,
he said quietly, getting to his feet. He swayed a little. “If you will excuse
me, I think I will go and vomit.”
The crowd parted
for him, they would have, sick or not. Uron’s friends looked after him.
“Will he
be ok”, one of them asked.
“Yeah,
well…”, said the pilot softly. “Maybe I’d better go and check. Let’s go to the
assembly room and figure this out. I’ll get Uron.”
The 8 of the 9
people of the Ebon Hawk and their 6 “visitors” filed out to the assembly room,
and the pilot walked outside.
“Uron”,
he said quietly. “You ok?”
Uron stood with his
back against the side of his star ship, eyes closed. He seemed to be listening.
“My head
hurts”, he said.
“Of
course it hurts. What did you think? What were you thinking, standing there?
Why didn’t you at least get down?”
Uron smiled a
little.
“Carth
Onasi”, he said softly. “Are you worried about me?”
The Ebon Hawks
pilot and long-term friend of Uron, Carth Onasi, gently put a hand on Urons
temple. Uron could feel the healing power of Carths hand.
“Always”,
Carth said.
“I feel
cold”, whispered Uron, allowing himself a rare moment of vulnerability.
“Embrace me.”
Carth pulled gently
at Uron, who leaned forward. They stood for a moment, close together.
“A
thousand times you’ve promised me to be careful with your life, and a thousand
times have you broken that promise”, said Carth quietly. “How can I trust you
when you do that to me?”
“You trust me for the millions of times I do
keep my promise.”