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[nightmareworks]

oh shit its lancer fic time

i recently got into a lancer game and i got to play Allison! she's going to a feudal world to help liberate it from the feudal slave-lords. so here's a fic about Allison being hungover from Gravity and changing a nun's brain chemistry.

Downwell, the angel looked sick. She felt it. Even the spin-grav of the Oleander was better than the sludgelike atmosphere of Kalacharr. (It was all the Gravity, sucking her down out of a Union contract) [She didn't resent the work, she resented the iron core.] Allison was sick the way oldtypes got sick on their first visit upwell. Her stomach churned, a little liquid furnace chewing through the borgration she'd had when she was still in atmosphere. (It was mostly sugars, a little protein, everything a brain needed.) [Only what Allison's brain needed. Her body didn't really need food.] She felt herself totter, and slump against the wall.Of stone, cold against Her body, sturdy against the shoulder. She started thinking about stone. She'd worked with asteroids before. (Worked with lots of asteroids.) [In 'em, out of 'em, around 'em, through 'em.] But you didn't make stuff outta that kinda stone, right? You just cracked it open. Allison's head made of sort of 'clonk' sound against it as she heaved. Kept it down though. (Couldn't disappoint Her.)

That's when she heard someone trying to get her attention. Snapped her eyes right open, not that they could see. Her arms instinctively pushed off against the wall. It didn't do anything. She didn't apply enough force, so Gravity held her in place. It made her braincase spin, frustration clicking on her tongue. (There's still someone here, isn't there?) [Push a little harder, get yourself upright.] So she got upright, and stepped towards the presence of the other- up on her toe tips. The other was a priest? She was dressed in those oldtype clothes that the not-knights wore, fingers stained with ink, asking questions as Allison tilted her head and let the C/C roll through its languagesofts for Kalacharr.

“Are thou unwell, visitor?” The C/C added its own context- formal structure, passive grammar, feminine tone, all repeated back by the voice produced on a chip in the little computer. Allison answered back, swinging her limbs against the sluggish atmo. “How’dya stand it, inkgirl? All this?”She could feel the Gravity work on her, motions snapping from point to point. (No flow, too much force.) The C/C chugged through the translation of Ketherese Basic to whatever dialect CO had given her the l-soft for. Questioning tone, up then down, a click of the tongue timed with a flick of the wrist. The angel body, the doll body, it goes through the motions of Allison’s whims. (Straining against the Gravity, even as she steps forward.) [The C/C groans and rattles off the question as best in can manage.] The nun (Allison decided that was the closest thing.) [But she wasn’t like the nuns who came to class, and taught the kids about Silence.] looked confused at the voices coming from Allison’s lips and the little computer strapped to the front of Allison’s flight suit.

“Visitor,” the nun speaks again, the lightness of her voice transposed to the creaking and groaning of the C/C’s drive-and-chip voice, “thou seem strikingly unwell. Is there aught this one can provide to soothe you?” Allison cocked Her head, flexed her legs a little, bobbing and stepping (Stomach still uneasy, churning away as it should, she just felt it more) [Easy enough to ignore, to try and repress the sensation with curiosity.], around to look at the nun better, the black clothes, the little religious symbol hanging from cord on her neck, the rough ribbon of blue tied round the right arm. “Oh yeah, you all signed up to the Union Blues, a symbol you make a sign for, yeah? Do you have someway back upwell? Some hydration, if you can manage that?” The C/C churns, little silicon brain stressing under the processing of colating context needed for the nun. It gave up, giving a grand and bland apology in the unaccented machine-voice of Galcomm. It followed up with Allison's question about a drink. The nun looked a little stunned, eyes locked on Allison's passive bangs. "This one can offer thee a drink from my waterskin?" The C/C keeps croaking out her words, harsh compared to the soft-voiced priestess to some god and its Gravity. So what else is there to do? (Nothing, really. Might as well roll with it.) [Something else starts spinning, pulling, reminding her of the Gravity.] It feels like its coming out of the stones. The weight of it all.

"Yeah sure, inkgirl, I'll take a swig- clean water for a clean body, they always say. How ya get hands on it, gotta little recycler?" Allison held out her hand, a motion meant to be smooth, a roll of the shoulder into extending the limb. The air resists the way Allison moves Her, the body responding to the thought, the desire to motion. But Allison's own memories of how a body work, they aren't adjusted for the weight of atmosphere. "I don't mind drinking from the hydroponic, but you know how it goes, right inkgirl? Gotta take what you can get." The translator keeps rolling through the cant spilling from Allison's lips. It really does its best, trying to filter down into something for the nun to work with. Either way the nun puts a thing into Allison's hand. A bit of leather, filled with water, a cap of brass. (Obvious enough how to drink it, pull the cap and swig.) [But there's something wrong with the feeling of leather in Her hands.] "The water is fresh, o vistor. This one would not dare gift one from heaven anything impure." That's a thought, that's a word from the nun that Allison can orbit around, play with. "Heaven, inkgirl? I suppose that's closer than most, huh?" Fiddle with the cap, pop it, take a swig. Cold and burning water, tasting of minerals and flow. Water with taste, water not made from condensation catchers, graywater recycling, hydroponic runoff. Something new. Ain't that wonderful?

Allison passed back the waterskin (She realized as the nun's hand touched hers, that the bag was truly made of skin, not a synthetic material.) [It made her stomach churn again, body going limp even as it stood.] and then tried to get through it. CO wants her to be nice, look good for the locals, basic Gray thoughts. She could feel the warning for the retching before she stumbled, falling from the tips of her toes and back against one of the walls. (Stone is so cold, cold as the steel of a station, so maybe these paleo-oldtypes will get why she feels sick?) There's another kind of clonk of Her skull bouncing against the stone. Its nothing She can't handle. She's built pretty, not tough, but there's so little force in Allison's nauseous sway. [The nun makes a sound, the C/C mostly registers it as "Alarm!" for the benefit of Allison alone.] Allison stops. She tries to stop, at least. She tries to push weightless against the smothering in her bones. Like being hit with a weighted blanket, from two stories up, forever. Allison couldn't get out of Her body, couldn't reach beyond Gravity. (Couldn't even try with Chronos if she wanted- not when with the weight.) [The nun is still talking? She's crouching down, looking at Allison.]

She manages to haul Her back up to standing, hands resting on the wall behind, elbows bent, fingers splayed. "In heaven, I'm weightless. In heaven I can dance, inkgirl. Its too damn heavy down here. Don't know how you stand it." She murmurs under her breath. The nun rises up with her, trying to keep eye level. (Allison you cannot let Her vomit. You cannot vomit in front of a girl.) [The nun is holding out her hand, her eyes look very concerned.] She looks really concerned. The C/C's algorithmic voice is clearer now, but Allison still can't stand the weight. "Are thou a celestial maiden? Does the air of the fundament so upset thine humours?" Allison sort of rolls through the question, taking the nun's offered hand. "What trash are you working in, sister inkgirl? I'm tryin to handle the Gravity. I ain't been downwell since… since… fuck." The C/C tries its best, mostly managing an apology in the local language, followed by an admonishment for Allison in GalComm. "…unbefitting a representative of Union in a first contact scenario." The first part is lost to a unwell pulse, another coiling of the stomach-thing. (The nun's hand is very soft against Hers.) [She pulls Allison up, up, back to Her feet.] "Inkgirl, I was born in a starfield, and reborn on a nearlight bolt. Not used to planetary excursions." The C/C grinds through its translation again, happy to go along to get along like the Gray thing it was. The nun still looks confused, holding Allison's hand. Something flutters in Her chest, and Allison bites her own cheek to focus, chewing the synthflesh gently.

"Why don't you tell me, inkgirl. What do you think I am?" The C/C finish up, and the question hangs there. Weightless. (Allison could almost purr at the sensation, the Moment. To have something fly, against all this weight.) [The nun just looked on, as the C/C grumbled out the question.]

Then the nun answered, a long string of words the C/C did its best with. "This one is to believe thou art an angel/celestial maiden/offworlder(?), come clad in the body of a doll, so thine celestial form/subjectivity(?) might do the holy work/operational goals." She lifted Allison's hands then, helping her stand (She looked down upon Allison, happiness in her eyes as she enjoyed her own answer.) [Allison then too, felt weightless.] "You are come from the Firmament/Heaven/Space to deliver us from the evils of the Iron Kingdom." She kissed Allison's hand, gentle and soft, and Allison, she went spinning. She managed to stay upright, looking where the nuns lips had touched the back of her hand. (An act of grace, a blessing, yeah?) [This didn't seem like the kind of stuff you were supposed to do on first contact.] The nun just smiles. Pleased as could be. Enjoying what for her must have been a real trip. Allison pulled her hand away, reeling back and up onto her toes. Her stomach could fucking calm itself, at least long enough. "Need an angel, inkgirl? I can be an angel, ain't hard to be something like that when you step like a razor." Lean forward, keep the weight of her body on the tips of her toes, left leg extend back for balance. Hold out your hand, cock your head just right, hold out your hand back to her (That's how we do it, Allison, how we make Her look good) [The nun reaches out, no longer hesitant, joyous to go with the orbit Allison offers.] Be weightless. Be beautiful. "I'll burn plenty for you, sister ink, null sweat, null problems I can do you kindness." The C/C rolls through its translation, voice shifting as Allison twists Her to hit the marks. Pull back, out of the nun's hand, step and twirl just right, flutter away down the hall. (Stagger just a little bit, a hitch in your step, Allison.) [Still stuck under Gravity, can't fucking escape it down here.] But there's probably something better to do with her time than be sick, or talk to oldtypes through a computer. Oughta see her Loverboy, check that the reprint held up. Best to move away, find a new Moment to have. (At least that's the thoughts that consume Allison's waking parts, the moving parts.) [The other parts, like us, we keep spinning along.] She tried not to think about the feeling of lips against Her hand. The same kind of kiss Allison gave Her in the morning, ritual self-love unexpectedly returned. And from a holy woman paleoo-oldtype. (The feeling of skin-on-synth, the radiant warmth of blood against perfectly regulated protienweaves.) [The glitter in her eyes as she looked at Her, and saw Allison.]

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