For my good, dear friend Autumn <3
Explosions don’t make any sound in space, but a shiver of pleasure still went down Ma’Riel’s spine at the flash of the explosion across their ships visor. She heard a soft laugh beside her and glanced over to see D’Gair smiling at her. She threw her partner in crime a flirtatious wink as she wrenched the ship into a tight u-turn that would take them to the other side of the galaxy.
“So, who is next on the list?” Ma’Riel said, freeing her hand to run it down the ridges of D’Gair’s head, one long finger stroking down to the back of her spotted neck.
“Hmm, it seems it’s another Centauri. Shall we change it up, just for variety?” D’Gair said languidly.
“No need. I know the one who is next. A rich transport going through unprotected space? I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Ma’Riel replied as the Jumpgate flashed blue in front of them.
JFC, Coffee shop AU. Well, as all Babble On Project fans know, this was simply irresistible. Set Season 1, 300 words works for 3 sentences right? Ehehe…
“Ah, G’Kar. I heard the Narn government is strapped for cash at times, but this? Working for an Earth…beverage stand of all things?” Londo plucked a blueberry muffin off the counter and began tossing it idly from hand to hand.
“I’m filling in for a friend, Mollari, not that you would understand such things,” G’Kar said airily. Unfortunately, there were no customers at the stand at 1100 hours, and so no convenient way to pretend Mollari didn’t exist.
“Yes, yes, very admirable of you too. I would expect no less of my esteemed Narn colleague,” Londo said with a pointy grin. “And might I add you look particularly fetching in green?”
G’Kar glowered at him, making a pointed effort not to snatch the green visor off his head and tear it to shreds. G’Tak had made it clear on no uncertain terms that destruction of company property would be docked from his pay. It was only supposed to be for a few hours while G’Tak used G’Kar’s channel to call home world, and on such short notice it had seemed no great ordeal to keep a coffee shop (he mentally sneered at Mollari’s ignorance of Earth vocabulary) running during off-peak hours. It was a grand example of the universe’s sense of humor that Mollari had managed to find him during that time.
“Is this, uh, is this a good time?” a squeaky voice said from somewhere behind Mollari’s crest. Both ambassadors (well, one ambassador and one ambassador/part-time barista) jumped, then jumped again at the sight of Ambassador Kosh. “Oh dear, this is awkward. Umm, one blueberry muffin, please, and put it on Ambassador Kosh’s tab, alright? Cheers!” A small, pink form that looked far more like a human hand than the infamous koshticle snatched a muffin from the counter and…scampered. There was no other word for it. Ambassador Kosh scampered away, panel still flashing with some sort of high-pitched panicked squeaking.
Londo and G’Kar both shrugged without realizing the other mirrored their movement, and returned to arguing.
Rule #1 of Starfleet: The Prime Directive
Rule #1 of Star Trek: Fuck the Prime Directive
- men get into something not aimed at their gender: get special titles like "brony." recognition by creators. heralded for defying gender appeal. get documentary.
- women get into something not aimed at their gender: not real fans. probably secret friend zone warriors deadset on erasing men from the human race. get insulting demeaning memes and sexual harassment.
Also, remember when Star Trek had a character who was two parts Timelord and one part River Song and they decided the best person for the job was Whoopi Goldberg? Remember how they were right? Remember how they went on to give her the best backstory of all time? And then used the best villain of all time to expand on her character and give her a whole bunch of cool world-saving stuff to do?
remember when everyone was all ‘we can’t really know if q is faking this ‘lost my powers’ schtick or just trolling us can we’ and guinan was all ‘the hell we can’t’ and //stabbed him in the hand with a fork// and then walked away casually?
But they ain’t tryin to hear you doe!
The only person to tell Picard he is wrong, and not in a nice way, take none of his shit and does it again, and again.
Rough sketch, could still use a lot of work. Ink & charcoal.