#hank having ties on hand to restrain teenagers

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

why does no one ever talk about how rapey the lis2 villains are

[karalynlovescake]

fic-in-progress

Yolanda sometimes wondered how much difference her genetics really made. Her DNA, legacy of long dead heroes, had been introduced into the ship’s population multiple times over the centuries and therefore, logically, whatever traits there might have been that those dead men and women carried were already in the general population. And the ones who had died hadn’t necessarily been the smartest, she figured, or they would have found a way to survive. She hadn’t been born to be a genius, but to be a heroic sacrifice.  Well, she certainly had fulfilled that destiny. And if it was her long-dead genetic donor she had to blame for the hell she’d found herself in, perhaps it was her mother’s influence that had gotten her out alive. Which none of Taylor’s noble heroes had managed to do. She had tried to explain this to Jase during their teenage years, but he hadn’t agreed with her, or just hadn’t wanted to see it.

The first parachute hadn’t opened. 

When they realized it, Jase had looked terrified (ok she probably had too,) and had kissed her for the first time and she had thought, ‘Goddammit, just another couple of dead heroes.’  But then the second chute had opened; there was no way to miss it. They had crashed into that stream, into a body of WATER, of all things- more water than she had ever seen in one place in her life- and they had sat there, afraid to move until they had heard a human voice calling out to them, and opened the hatch to find an army of tall, fierce-looking aliens armed to the teeth and with their eyes glowing gold in the dim light from the cloudy sky. It was like something out of one of the movies in the archive. It was a good thing that Bren had insisted on coming to meet them because honestly Yolanda didn’t think they could have moved. Hanks had been there too, tied to the back of some other horrifying beast – which they had had to RIDE to the lodge for god’s sake. Yolanda didn’t think Hanks had ever been able to forgive her for that being their first meeting. For seeing first hand that, yes, they could have killed her at any time she was a captive, and instead they had restrained her, confiscated her computer and returned her to Mospheira as quickly as could be arranged. After she had gotten the aiji’s own people killed, she had heard later. Hanks hadn’t denied that, and had never shown remorse. Unimportant, she had sneered when Yolanda had asked her about it. Servants, and atevi servants at that. Barely better than animals.  Well. That was not what Jase reported and not what Ramirez reported, and Yolanda had paid close attention. Those “animals” were civilized sentient beings who created art and music and movies (granted the movies were mostly incomprehensible,) and who were building a shuttlecraft and doing it faster and better than the human colony. And who, from the reports Jase sent, were more polite than the humans on the island.