Six Sentence Sunday

[lebateleur]

Have I really managed to do this for the second week running? Why yes, I have!

Imperial Radch / post-canon / currently untitled

“They came right up to the gate, jettisoned a bunch of...something, and then gated away again.”

“Whatever it is, it’s not mines,” said Seivarden. "Definitely not mines," Ship said in my ear, "Or any other kind of armament I’ve ever seen."

“Fleet Captain,” said Kalr Twelve nine minutes later, when the communications from her transport pod finally reached us. “It’s suspension pods. Hundreds and hundreds of them.”

これで以上です。

Comments

[delphi]

Love the pacing on this!

[lebateleur]

Thank you! I'm really intrigued by the brainweasel that's inspired this fic and hope to flesh it out into something really cool.