WIPpet NaNo Math:
Today is November 27, 2013.
- For today’s offering, I subtracted ten from the date.
- You get 17 shortish paragraphs today, because it seemed like a natural amount to give you! =)
During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.
Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:
Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.
Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.
This week, we visit Leonard McCoy, Starfleet retired …until just now.
This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.
It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.,
This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style, but NaNo -raw.
Len woke up to find someone battering down the door.
“Whaddahell!” he yelled, as a fully armed contingent of Starfleet Special Ops crashed through his door, bringing more light than a dozen stars going nova.
“Doctor Leonard McCoy?
“Fine time to ask,” he muttered. Then, more loudly, “Yes, dammit! What the-“
“Doctor Leonard McCoy, as per this time, Starfleet is enacting the Reserve Action Clause of your commission. As soon as you are prepared, but no more than 3 hours from now, we are ordered to take you to Starfleet Command, where you will be vetted and briefed. You have that long to set your affairs in order and prepare for offworld deployment. By order of Admiral Heihachiro Nogura, Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet.”
“Off world deployment? Reserve Action Clause?! I’m retired, dammit. I come to places like this” – he gestured at the roughhewn log walls, the historic door they’d broken in through, and then swept his arm toward the window, open to the late June nighttime cool, smelling of pines and sulfur and the indefinable hint of musk from large wild creatures. “To get away from people like you, who bust in hotel doors in the middle of the night.”
There was a time when he could have called upon Spock to tell him whatever regulation pertained to the right he had not to have SpecOps crash in his hotel room door. He’d know, in seconds, what his rights were, and where to complain if he had none. But Spock was gone, and he was all alone here.
“Admiral Nogura invites you to call him with any questions you may have, Doctor. He has cleared a frequency for your exclusive use.”
Which meant that complaining would get him exactly nowhere. He was tempted, just for the sheer revenge of it – but it would just be a waste of energy. ” Three hours, did you say?”
“Two hours, fifty-six minutes, Doctor. And counting.” This one was a young woman, pert and pretty, with big green eyes and freckles, who looked like she’d just walked out of a nineteenth century painting.
“What the hell time is it? And what’s all this about an offworld deployment? I like this world just fine. Most of my favorite people live here.”
“It is 0125, Doctor, Starfleet Standard Time.”
“Can’t just say, ‘1:45am’ like a regular person,” he grumbled.
Damn. It was way too late to get in touch with Joanna, now, and, with the baby….no, he would have to leave a message.
He did that. A part of him wanted to run out the three hours, maybe go outside and enjoy soaking up just a little bit more of Yellowstone. Make them cool their heels in his little room, so that he could make a point about this infringement upon his rights.
But there was no point. Either way, he’d still end up doing what he was ordered to do. More logical, maybe, to just gather up his stuff and get on with it, so that he could get it over with – whatever “it” turned out to be.
But as he listened to the squad leader arrange with the might clerk for the restoration of the door and the payment of his bill, he began to rehearse lines for the incendiary letter he would send, once “it” was all over.
There we have it – a man woken up in the dead of night, when armed operatives crash through his hotel room door and draft him. Who’s responsible? Can he get out of it? How will he react?
For December, too, YOU get to pick the WIP, and the POV character! Tell me which of these WIPs you prefer, or a favorite character, in the comments. My kids will choose between the commenters’ choices, every Sunday.
And here’s a song that seems to suit the way Leonard McCoy feels, as his story begins..
And now – release the comment hounds ! =)
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