Good morning, friends and familiars!
It’s time for the final two writing prompts!* Not gonna lie, I’m ready for this to end. Who knew writing 24 original prompts would take so long or be so tiring**?
Today’s prompt carries on from the last one I published, way back in December. I recommend you read Prompt X first to avoid confusion today. Also, I cheated a little and used the name as a surname *ahem* For a woman *double ahem*
And today’s winner is:
Thank you again to everyone who voted <3 If the prompt speaks to you feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy <3
*Not both today, though. One today and one in two weeks, as always.
**I had an inkling, to be honest, but it seemed like a good idea a year ago, you know?
(m.; the gates)
Commander Emily Yates’ head was throbbing from the minutes she’d spent unconscious. She was glad Xenia had found her; from her mission brief, she knew the Varyan military didn’t take well to aliens landing on their planet.
Someone had shot down her shuttle. She needed to find the rest of her crew before the military did.
“Lead the way.”
Xenia nodded. Commander Yates recognised that look on the girl’s face–hopeful, excited, and unsure. The Commander had looked just like her when she’d met her first alien. She’d never thought the Vaan would recruit her and become her captain shortly after.
“We need to be careful,” Xenia said. “I don’t know how the others will–”
Commander Yates froze. The unmistakable clicking of a gun’s safety being taken off was loud over the deliberately quiet crunch of leaves.
Ten Varyans stepped out all around them. Ten armed Varyans.
Their leader–the Varyan with the biggest gun–said something to Xenia who paled under her purple skin.
“What’s going on?”
“They think I led them to you. Zuth. This is bad, commander.”
The leader laughed.
“Xenia, look at me.” This wasn’t ideal, but Commander Yates could work with it. “They’ll need you. You understand me, you can translate.”
“I don’t think they want to talk, commander.”
Commander Yates raised her hands in surrender. Sometimes, pretending to give up was the only way out, and she had to remember who was the alien on this planet.
“They want you to drop your gun.”
Xenia translated, and ten rifles pointed at Yates.
“Fine, fine. Here.” She placed her weapon on the ground. “I mean you no harm.”
The leader nodded to another soldier, and Commander Yates didn’t resist as she was handcuffed and searched.
The knife by her waist.
Even the knife in her right boot.
Everything fell to the ground around her.
The leader gave an order, and she was shoved ahead. Xenia looked terrified.
First contact on Varya had just got a lot more interesting.
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