#her answer about sharing her location TOOK ME OUT😂

[thefrsers]

the way I ADOREEEEEE this woman🥹🫠

[elkonigin]

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Sooo, I've been working on a sequel to Objects in Space (the 'what's the least sci-fi I can make a sci-fi' story). It's currently over 30k and we're just starting to get to real plot, which is so great for readers, but not so much for me. 😂 (I still love this version of InuKag).

So enjoy the snippet below.

From the WIP It Good asks. (Feel free to send an ask)

Kagome stepped onto the bridge, seeing the alert flashing across the screen.

“What’s happening?” She asked, stepping forward.

“We’ve received a distress signal from another Alliance vessel,” Miroku answered. “It’s weird though.”

“Weird how?”

“The ship doesn’t actually exist?” Miroku was standing at his station, rapidly typing and swiping at screens.

“So it’s a phantom signal then? They mentioned that it sometimes happens in deep space.”

Miroku snorted.

“Yeah, that’s not actually a thing.”

“What do you mean? They teach it at the Academy. There’s a whole class we had to take on signals,” Sango said. It was the one class that Sango had the upperhand in. She understood physics far better than Kagome did, and for once, Sango had beaten her in the class standings.

They were a team. Each one with their own strengths and weaknesses.

Math seemed to always be Kagome’s one standardized weakness across the board.

Again, Miroku snorted his amusement.

“Well, they’re wrong. Phantom signals don’t exist. It’s all propaganda and diversion from the Alliance.”

“Propaganda for what exactly?” Inuyasha asked, watching the screen beside her as they try to locate where the signal is coming from.

“Phantom signals.”

“I don’t think propaganda is the word that you’re looking for,” Sango offered, her head tilting to the side slightly.

“Shippo, find those coordinates,” Miroku ordered quickly, and kitsune fingers worked diligently over the screens.

“Think about it. We all know the Alliance likes its secrets. We all know that they’ve got all these little side projects and experiments happening right under our noses. So what better way to keep these ships and stations all hidden? A signal gets out that no one can find? Phantom signals. Someone sends off an emergency beacon for a ship that shouldn’t exist? Phantom signals.” Miroku motioned to the screen that came up behind him. “And what better way to reinforce that belief than to teach the thousands of students coming up through the ranks that phantom signals are a real and tangible thing that happens out in deep space. Space doesn’t create Alliance frequency signals. Space doesn’t ask for help.”

Miroku turned theatrically to face them as an image of a blasted ship comes up behind him.

“But that does.” Miroku’s own face scowled at their direction before turning back to look at the screen. “Holy shit, that actually worked.”

The amusement was short lived.

Debris encircled the entirety of the ship, and no lights illuminated any of the windows.

It was a dead ship.

Kagome stared at the hull where a massive explosion had ripped through every single defensive layer of the ship.

“Whatever happened, it was an inside job,” Inuyasha announced.

“What makes you think that?” Kagome asked, eyes darting between him and the screen.

“Blast came from inside the ship. There’s nothing pointing inwards, it’s all outside of the ship.”

“So what makes you think that it’s an inside job?” Sango asked, walking up beside Kagome.

“If Miroku’s right and no one knows that this ship actually exists, then who would attack it? It didn’t even blip the radar, right?” He looked over at Shippo, who shook his head. “Then no one would know it was here. Means someone on the inside took this ship out.”

Kagome watched his eyes scan over the image. “Can you zoom in on the sides?” Inuyasha walked closer to the screen, motioning to the area that he wanted a clearer image of before stepping back a few paces.

The image shifted, closing in on where he’d directed, but Kagome didn’t see what he was looking for, and then it clicked.

“There’s no escape pods.”

“Pods have been a requirement in ships since the Alliance’s institution,” Miroku stated, hand running over his face.

“Which means, this ship’s old as fuck and before the Alliance was ever formed, which is shit, because it’s got the Alliance logo right fucking there,” he pointed to the tail end of the ship where the Alliance symbol was displayed prominently—if there was one thing the Alliance knew how to do, it was advertise, “and we’re the first ones to find it, or,” Inuyasha let the sentence hang.

“No one was supposed to ever leave,” Kagome finished.

“Bingo,” Inuyasha said, pointing a finger at her. “So what,” Inuyasha crossed his arms in front of his chest, “do they want to hide so badly that they’re willing to turn an entire ship and crew into a graveyard?”