#oc: Trix the model-A robot

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday

It's Sunday, Sunday, Sunday which means it's sneak peek time! (I don't know where that energy is coming from just roll with it)

I'm working on finishing the final act of Stowaway and also editing the rest of act two, which will look like a huge update but in reality there's just a lot of quick POV shifts and it'll be about the same number of words as the last two updates.

Because sometimes a chapter is 8-10k and sometimes 6-11 chapters is 8-10k. *shrugs*

ANYWAY, this sneak peek snippet is one such bite sized chapters, staring Uncle Del!

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“La Hidra has been hit, port and central engines lost, I am shifting power and refreshing the shield,” Trix’s calm voice was eerie over the din of battle and Old Earth classical rock galloping through the cockpit.

Delgado was fighting to maintain control over his ship as he careened toward Bradbury IV, “can you help keep us on course? I don’t want to lose the rook!”

“Si, si, Capitán Delgado,” Trix chirped, “you should know that enemy chatter has shifted. They are currently arguing on who will follow us to the Stormherald. They are calling the lieutenant a traitor and a spy.”

“What?” Delgado braced as they broke through the atmosphere, his vision filled with fire as they ripped through the upper layers.

“A scan of their systems show that one Major Palmer has levied the following charges against Lieutenant Benbow: disrespect toward superior commissioned officer, contempt toward officials, espionage, absence without leave, aiding the enemy, resisting arrest, mutiny, and thirty counts of murder.”

“Ay, our rook will fit right in!” Delgado joked as he tried to pull up on the throttle, “Trix please tell me we can avoid fusing with the bedrock.”

“Landing gears are operational and will activate in three…two…”

The ship rocked back hard as the thrusters engaged. The roar of the remaining engines died and the ship rattled terribly around Delgado as they moved toward the ground.

“We aren’t slowing enough!” he shouted.

“I cannot lower planetary gravity, Captain,” Trix said back matter-of-fact.

Delgado sighed through his nose, feeling the sass roll off the dry, robotic words. He grabbed his helmet and pulled it on, managing to get it secured and suit systems activated before La Hidra Dorada slammed belly first into the ground.