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© 2022 by M. Mitch Marmel
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Part Eleven.
One moment, space was empty.
Another moment, and it wasn’t.
“Spatiotemporal coordinates aligned and verified; Alternity TEG-1139 confirmed,” the Navigator, a female terrier, reported. “Continua device on cooldown.”
The Helm was a tabby feline. “Sensors confirm synchronous orbit, we are clear to maneuver,” he reported.
“Condition Yellow set throughout the ship,” the First Officer said, the burly sea mink glancing back at his superior officer.
“Very well,” came the Commodore’s crisp reply. “Do we have the beacon, Navigator?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Helm, take us down, artigrav only.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
***
Tali:
Wow. I haven’t seen so much water since my last trip to Aquatica. Market tip: Don’t try swimming with the dolphins on Aquatica, in Alternity ATL-1977. They resent it, and will sue you for assaulting them.
The Elves call this The Sea, or the Encompassing or Embracing Sea. Either way, it’s bloody huge, and might explain why the inhabitants of Faerie hate to sail out of sight of land. Fortunately, I’m not an Elf, and unlike some felines I love a good swim, I do. So, huge ocean, and for dry-footers, as my recently-reconciled otteress acquaintance Ooo-er would say, Matt and I pretty much have it all to ourselves.
My Corps mobile had been fitted out to mimic an ant-cart from the Gypsy Wolves’ village in the south of the Vale of Elfhame. Handy and useful things, Corps mobiles; lots of room inside, chameleon circuit for exterior camouflage, and with the very handy added option of a Burroughs continua device, actually moving isn’t something you need to do to change locations.
Movement, you see, can be defined as a “duration of changing locations,” so all it takes is knowledge of your destination’s spatiotemporal coordinates, and there you are.
After sending off a few messages and getting one very special reply, I changed locations from the very far inland Vale of Elfhame to here in the middle of the ocean. Of course, I reconfigured the mobile.
A one-hundred-foot yacht isn’t conspicuous at all, way out here.
I set the yacht’s electronics suite to transmit our location, and then spent the rest of the day lounging out on the sun deck. In my fur, of course; no need for swimsuits out here. Besides, a swimsuit merely screams to be removed.
***
Low:
“Report.”
“Ma’am, we’ve entered the atmosphere. Gravitics running normally, altitude twenty thousand meters, descent at one thousand meters per second,” Kitsurabami said. He’s a very effective First Officer, and he’ll make a worthy commander for the Musashi when the time comes. “Nothing on sensors, apart from the yacht below us.”
I glanced up at him. “Make sure that the Helm lands us a discreet distance away. I would disapprove if the yacht or its occupants were . . . damaged.”
The sea mink gulped almost audibly. “I’ll make sure he knows,” and he left my side so fast it was almost as if he’d teleported.
I suppressed my smile, sitting impassively as the huge ship sank lower, decelerating fast until it eased into the ocean.
The yacht hardly stirred.
***
Tali:
While I’m lounging in the sun, which is a thing cats do you know, my ears twitch at the soft chime of the boat’s detectors. I lift my sunglasses and look up in time to see a whacking great shadow start to fall over me.
It started life as the second of the Yamato-class battleships, but it’s been through the Temporal Corps dockyards for a few minor improvements. Its original seventy-two thousand tons at full load is now up to over a hundred thousand – and that was before the Wave Motion Cannon and warp drives were installed.
As it started to settle, steam rising as the still-hot hull hit the water, I got to my feet and waved as the TCS Musashi landed. “Matt!”
“Yeah?” I heard come from the cabin, where my mate was having a siesta.
“Quit your grinnin’ and grab your linen. Low’s here.”
***
Low:
I stood and walked across the Bridge, pausing only long enough for the airlock doors to cycle open and let in a draft of cool, salt-tinged air that made my whiskers twitch before I stepped out onto the port bridge wing and looked down at the yacht as a naked feline femme waved up at me.
My bushy, striped tail was swaying back and forth behind me and I felt a fond smile on my muzzle as I waved back. A very familiar bear wearing swim trunks stepped out to stand beside the femme, and my smile broadened.
It was good to see Tali and Matt again.
***
Tessie:
By the Lady . . . I’m exhausted.
Mrs. Fletcher had me clean the same room four times before it finally met her standards, each and every time making me recite the Elfhamian names for every object in the room. My knuckles are sore, too, because she’d rap them if I made a mistake.
And then, after a small dinner, the Regalia made me get up and start running. Not across roofs any more, but out in the fields which are lying fallow right now. Muddy, too, and I slipped and fell several times.
Oh, and did I mention that it had started raining?
Yeah, it came down in sheets, which did at least get most of the mud and grass out of my fur. I was looking forward to a bath, but Mrs. Fletcher was waiting for me at the door, broom in paw.
“[Know that I shall not admit you into this my house, as you have busied yourself with the cleaning of it to my satisfaction in addition to my teaching you the learned smooth Elfhamian, until you are clean enough that you will not track mud, the bane of all proper housewives and the proper milieu of the horned nuisance that has sired a fawn upon you, into this house,]” she said.
I actually understood some of it. “[Apology, Goodwife Fletcher, it not my intention darken floors your. I will take my ringtailed self elsewhen,]” and I walked back out into the rain, headed for the ant-barn that I had been living in. Sure, I could have gone back to the Lodge, but by now everyone was asleep and I didn’t want to disturb them.
[Note appended to manuscript: "Not the first time your fat behind has gotten you into trouble."]
[Note appended to manuscript: "At least I HAVE something back there."]
[Note appended to manuscript: "Why, you-"]
[Note appended to manuscript: "Shaddap, the both of you." ]
At least it was dry in the ant-barn, but it took quite a few cantrips to get all of the water and dirt out of my fur. The Regalia was easier to clean.
“Hey, wait a minute.”
“Yeah, hun?”
“You – you were helping me talk with Mrs. Fletcher!”
“Just a word, here and there. Elfhamian’s a lot like Old Elvish, so I can understand it,” the Regalia said. “Now, I can guess what you’re thinking.”
“What?”
“That you’re thinking of letting me whisper in your ear to cut corners and get out of actually having to learn.” I could imagine the magic armor wagging a finger at me. "I'm not going to help you cheat. That's the path to the Unseelie."
“Oh.”
“But, there’s nothing that’s stopping me from whispering in your head while you’re asleep to reinforce what you’ve learned during the day,” and I grinned at that. “So get a good night’s sleep, m’girl, and we’ll see if we can get through the day tomorrow.”
***
Matt:
A gangway had been deployed and swung out from one of the port locks so Low could come aboard. As soon as she set foot on the deck a brown-furred blur wrapped her up in a hug.
“It’s great to see you, Tali.”
“You too, Low.” My two wives hugged each other again and Tali gave my senior wife an intense scrut. “Love your new look. Black with white stripes, very classic.”
Low smiled. “Well, per your recommendation, every member of the crew went through the TechFount transformer before we left HQ for this alternity. By the way, Professor K.T. sends his regards.” She turned toward me. “Hello, Matt.”
“Low,” and I hugged her, giving her a kiss on both cheeks. Where she’s from, it’s actually a more intimate and familiar gesture than a kiss on the lips. “She’s right, you know. You look good as a skunk.”
My senior wife gave me an arch look, and all three of us laughed. Low grabbed the waistband of my trunks and said, “And you look good as a bear. Tali?”
“Yeah, Low?”
“I haven’t had a chance to put this body through its paces,” and she grinned, “if you know what I mean. I’m claiming seniority,” and she started leading me into the yacht’s cabin.
“Sure!” I heard Tali say. “Don’t mind me – I’ll just watch . . . maybe pass out towels afterward.”
All three of us were laughing by the time we closed the cabin door.
<NEXT>
<PREVIOUS>
<FIRST>
© 2022 by M. Mitch Marmel
Thumbnail art by
tegerio, color by marmelmmPart Eleven.
One moment, space was empty.
Another moment, and it wasn’t.
“Spatiotemporal coordinates aligned and verified; Alternity TEG-1139 confirmed,” the Navigator, a female terrier, reported. “Continua device on cooldown.”
The Helm was a tabby feline. “Sensors confirm synchronous orbit, we are clear to maneuver,” he reported.
“Condition Yellow set throughout the ship,” the First Officer said, the burly sea mink glancing back at his superior officer.
“Very well,” came the Commodore’s crisp reply. “Do we have the beacon, Navigator?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Helm, take us down, artigrav only.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
***
Tali:
Wow. I haven’t seen so much water since my last trip to Aquatica. Market tip: Don’t try swimming with the dolphins on Aquatica, in Alternity ATL-1977. They resent it, and will sue you for assaulting them.
The Elves call this The Sea, or the Encompassing or Embracing Sea. Either way, it’s bloody huge, and might explain why the inhabitants of Faerie hate to sail out of sight of land. Fortunately, I’m not an Elf, and unlike some felines I love a good swim, I do. So, huge ocean, and for dry-footers, as my recently-reconciled otteress acquaintance Ooo-er would say, Matt and I pretty much have it all to ourselves.
My Corps mobile had been fitted out to mimic an ant-cart from the Gypsy Wolves’ village in the south of the Vale of Elfhame. Handy and useful things, Corps mobiles; lots of room inside, chameleon circuit for exterior camouflage, and with the very handy added option of a Burroughs continua device, actually moving isn’t something you need to do to change locations.
Movement, you see, can be defined as a “duration of changing locations,” so all it takes is knowledge of your destination’s spatiotemporal coordinates, and there you are.
After sending off a few messages and getting one very special reply, I changed locations from the very far inland Vale of Elfhame to here in the middle of the ocean. Of course, I reconfigured the mobile.
A one-hundred-foot yacht isn’t conspicuous at all, way out here.
I set the yacht’s electronics suite to transmit our location, and then spent the rest of the day lounging out on the sun deck. In my fur, of course; no need for swimsuits out here. Besides, a swimsuit merely screams to be removed.
***
Low:
“Report.”
“Ma’am, we’ve entered the atmosphere. Gravitics running normally, altitude twenty thousand meters, descent at one thousand meters per second,” Kitsurabami said. He’s a very effective First Officer, and he’ll make a worthy commander for the Musashi when the time comes. “Nothing on sensors, apart from the yacht below us.”
I glanced up at him. “Make sure that the Helm lands us a discreet distance away. I would disapprove if the yacht or its occupants were . . . damaged.”
The sea mink gulped almost audibly. “I’ll make sure he knows,” and he left my side so fast it was almost as if he’d teleported.
I suppressed my smile, sitting impassively as the huge ship sank lower, decelerating fast until it eased into the ocean.
The yacht hardly stirred.
***
Tali:
While I’m lounging in the sun, which is a thing cats do you know, my ears twitch at the soft chime of the boat’s detectors. I lift my sunglasses and look up in time to see a whacking great shadow start to fall over me.
It started life as the second of the Yamato-class battleships, but it’s been through the Temporal Corps dockyards for a few minor improvements. Its original seventy-two thousand tons at full load is now up to over a hundred thousand – and that was before the Wave Motion Cannon and warp drives were installed.
As it started to settle, steam rising as the still-hot hull hit the water, I got to my feet and waved as the TCS Musashi landed. “Matt!”
“Yeah?” I heard come from the cabin, where my mate was having a siesta.
“Quit your grinnin’ and grab your linen. Low’s here.”
***
Low:
I stood and walked across the Bridge, pausing only long enough for the airlock doors to cycle open and let in a draft of cool, salt-tinged air that made my whiskers twitch before I stepped out onto the port bridge wing and looked down at the yacht as a naked feline femme waved up at me.
My bushy, striped tail was swaying back and forth behind me and I felt a fond smile on my muzzle as I waved back. A very familiar bear wearing swim trunks stepped out to stand beside the femme, and my smile broadened.
It was good to see Tali and Matt again.
***
Tessie:
By the Lady . . . I’m exhausted.
Mrs. Fletcher had me clean the same room four times before it finally met her standards, each and every time making me recite the Elfhamian names for every object in the room. My knuckles are sore, too, because she’d rap them if I made a mistake.
And then, after a small dinner, the Regalia made me get up and start running. Not across roofs any more, but out in the fields which are lying fallow right now. Muddy, too, and I slipped and fell several times.
Oh, and did I mention that it had started raining?
Yeah, it came down in sheets, which did at least get most of the mud and grass out of my fur. I was looking forward to a bath, but Mrs. Fletcher was waiting for me at the door, broom in paw.
“[Know that I shall not admit you into this my house, as you have busied yourself with the cleaning of it to my satisfaction in addition to my teaching you the learned smooth Elfhamian, until you are clean enough that you will not track mud, the bane of all proper housewives and the proper milieu of the horned nuisance that has sired a fawn upon you, into this house,]” she said.
I actually understood some of it. “[Apology, Goodwife Fletcher, it not my intention darken floors your. I will take my ringtailed self elsewhen,]” and I walked back out into the rain, headed for the ant-barn that I had been living in. Sure, I could have gone back to the Lodge, but by now everyone was asleep and I didn’t want to disturb them.
[Note appended to manuscript: "Not the first time your fat behind has gotten you into trouble."]
[Note appended to manuscript: "At least I HAVE something back there."]
[Note appended to manuscript: "Why, you-"]
[Note appended to manuscript: "Shaddap, the both of you." ]
At least it was dry in the ant-barn, but it took quite a few cantrips to get all of the water and dirt out of my fur. The Regalia was easier to clean.
“Hey, wait a minute.”
“Yeah, hun?”
“You – you were helping me talk with Mrs. Fletcher!”
“Just a word, here and there. Elfhamian’s a lot like Old Elvish, so I can understand it,” the Regalia said. “Now, I can guess what you’re thinking.”
“What?”
“That you’re thinking of letting me whisper in your ear to cut corners and get out of actually having to learn.” I could imagine the magic armor wagging a finger at me. "I'm not going to help you cheat. That's the path to the Unseelie."
“Oh.”
“But, there’s nothing that’s stopping me from whispering in your head while you’re asleep to reinforce what you’ve learned during the day,” and I grinned at that. “So get a good night’s sleep, m’girl, and we’ll see if we can get through the day tomorrow.”
***
Matt:
A gangway had been deployed and swung out from one of the port locks so Low could come aboard. As soon as she set foot on the deck a brown-furred blur wrapped her up in a hug.
“It’s great to see you, Tali.”
“You too, Low.” My two wives hugged each other again and Tali gave my senior wife an intense scrut. “Love your new look. Black with white stripes, very classic.”
Low smiled. “Well, per your recommendation, every member of the crew went through the TechFount transformer before we left HQ for this alternity. By the way, Professor K.T. sends his regards.” She turned toward me. “Hello, Matt.”
“Low,” and I hugged her, giving her a kiss on both cheeks. Where she’s from, it’s actually a more intimate and familiar gesture than a kiss on the lips. “She’s right, you know. You look good as a skunk.”
My senior wife gave me an arch look, and all three of us laughed. Low grabbed the waistband of my trunks and said, “And you look good as a bear. Tali?”
“Yeah, Low?”
“I haven’t had a chance to put this body through its paces,” and she grinned, “if you know what I mean. I’m claiming seniority,” and she started leading me into the yacht’s cabin.
“Sure!” I heard Tali say. “Don’t mind me – I’ll just watch . . . maybe pass out towels afterward.”
All three of us were laughing by the time we closed the cabin door.
<NEXT>
<PREVIOUS>
<FIRST>
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Now this starts to make sense: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47999538/
The Helm was a tabby feline. “Sensors confirm synchronous orbit, we are clear to maneuver,” he reported.
Temporal Corpswoman Jung, Personal Log. Somebody had to fill the shoes of my now-swollen feet. I wonder if he's cute. For that matter, I wonder if he was born a feline, a primate, a nekomimi hybrid... or even a member of a longstanding nekomimi species such as Bahtia's, whether they like being called that or not.
all it takes is knowledge of your destination’s spatiotemporal coordinates, and there you are.
No matter where you go?
the Regalia made me get up and start running. Not across roofs any more, but out in the fields which are lying fallow right now. Muddy, too, and I slipped and fell several times.
If I make a G. I. Jane joke now, then I wonder who will slap and how, er, successfully and vigorously?
Don’t try swimming with the dolphins on Aquatica, in Alternity ATL-1977. They resent it, and will sue you for assaulting them.
Dolphins copping that attitude? I wonder if other alternities know that world as Earth-3, or Negaduck's Planet, or something. Great, now I won't be able to sleep until I know for sure! Just gonna have to boot pull out the ol' four-dimensonal atlas. Computer, save that entire personal log. *beee boop, not-so-tense horn section music plays*
spent the rest of the day lounging out on the sun deck. In my fur, of course; no need for swimsuits out here. Besides,
"There's melanin on the starboard bow... starboard bow... captain."
Apology, Goodwife Fletcher, it not my intention darken floors your. I will take my ringtailed self elsewhen
When she called back "[Getcher ringtailed self back nowwhen!]" I looked over my shoulder and before I could otherwise move, was surprised to see a cacomistle and a tiger run toward Mrs. Fletcher from different angles than mine.
"Not the first time your fat behind has gotten you into trouble."
"At least I HAVE something back there."
"Why, you-"
"Shaddap, the both of you."
"Better still, let's settle this! Without need of cheating, either."
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28685405/ or https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27910943/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44167678/
*missing the days of widespread blue and purple text over stylistic vagary*
“But, there’s nothing that’s stopping me from whispering in your head while you’re asleep..."
I grinned at that at the time, but a few mornings later, I just had to ask “Just who is this 'kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful' faerie you've 'ever known' in your existence? I'm more confused than ever about what you're getting at."
(As an aside in an aside in an aside: The only Kitsurabami I can think of is male, but I still feel fooly-cooli-ed by a deep cut! Not necessarily a snipe. but maybe.)
Temporal Corpswoman Jung, Personal Log. Somebody had to fill the shoes of my now-swollen feet. I wonder if he's cute. For that matter, I wonder if he was born a feline, a primate, a nekomimi hybrid... or even a member of a longstanding nekomimi species such as Bahtia's, whether they like being called that or not.
all it takes is knowledge of your destination’s spatiotemporal coordinates, and there you are.
No matter where you go?
the Regalia made me get up and start running. Not across roofs any more, but out in the fields which are lying fallow right now. Muddy, too, and I slipped and fell several times.
If I make a G. I. Jane joke now, then I wonder who will slap and how, er, successfully and vigorously?
Don’t try swimming with the dolphins on Aquatica, in Alternity ATL-1977. They resent it, and will sue you for assaulting them.
Dolphins copping that attitude? I wonder if other alternities know that world as Earth-3, or Negaduck's Planet, or something. Great, now I won't be able to sleep until I know for sure! Just gonna have to boot pull out the ol' four-dimensonal atlas. Computer, save that entire personal log. *beee boop, not-so-tense horn section music plays*
spent the rest of the day lounging out on the sun deck. In my fur, of course; no need for swimsuits out here. Besides,
"There's melanin on the starboard bow... starboard bow... captain."
Apology, Goodwife Fletcher, it not my intention darken floors your. I will take my ringtailed self elsewhen
When she called back "[Getcher ringtailed self back nowwhen!]" I looked over my shoulder and before I could otherwise move, was surprised to see a cacomistle and a tiger run toward Mrs. Fletcher from different angles than mine.
"Not the first time your fat behind has gotten you into trouble."
"At least I HAVE something back there."
"Why, you-"
"Shaddap, the both of you."
"Better still, let's settle this! Without need of cheating, either."
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28685405/ or https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27910943/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44167678/
*missing the days of widespread blue and purple text over stylistic vagary*
“But, there’s nothing that’s stopping me from whispering in your head while you’re asleep..."
I grinned at that at the time, but a few mornings later, I just had to ask “Just who is this 'kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful' faerie you've 'ever known' in your existence? I'm more confused than ever about what you're getting at."
(As an aside in an aside in an aside: The only Kitsurabami I can think of is male, but I still feel fooly-cooli-ed by a deep cut! Not necessarily a snipe. but maybe.)
'Missed the five-minute mark to edit these:
"If I make a G. I. Jane joke now [...] who will slap ME"?
"The only Kitsurabami I can think of is FEmale..."
"If I make a G. I. Jane joke now [...] who will slap ME"?
"The only Kitsurabami I can think of is FEmale..."
Stuff like this is why nobody sails far into the Encompassing Sea.
Matt: Well....if you really want to put that body through its paces, just remember that skunks in reality F482 love being spanked.
Low *crosses arms* :Matt......we're not in reality F482...
Matt *evil grin* :I know.
Also....Low's the senior wife?
Low *crosses arms* :Matt......we're not in reality F482...
Matt *evil grin* :I know.
Also....Low's the senior wife?
Yeah, she actually predates Tali by a couple years, circa 1985 or thereabouts. I think she's the second OC I created, after Matt himself. :)
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