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Gryphon
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"TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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Just found this in the offcuts box. Don't really remember writing or cutting it, but a) it exists and b) the date stamp shows it would've happened the week before Clarion Call, so I must've done. ELSEWHERE... Cerberus languishes in a cage in a street bazaar, an activity which he has come to think of as his job. It isn't a very fun job. It's usually hot and dusty work, and the cage has lately become too small for him - he's a growing dog, after all, not really a puppy any more. Besides which, only on the very rarest occasions does a person's fingers ever poke through the bars to graze his head with anything like a hint of the affection he craves. More likely they keep their hands well away, and if they poke anything into the cage it'll be a stick, which isn't very affectionate at all. If he moves toward anyone he thinks looks promising, as much as he can move at all in his cramped cage, everyone around usually draws back in full screaming-children-dragged-back-by-mothers fear. Cerberus has three heads. It isn't his -fault-, exactly, and it's not as if his other heads really -do- anything, but there it is. He's a three-headed dog. Some genesplicer somewhere thought it would be fun to imitate a Greek myth - and if Cerberus were a little smarter, he'd realize how lucky he is that the guy didn't read his Bulfinch's closely enough to know that the eponymous mythic beast also had a snake for a tail and a bunch more for a mane - and these street peddlers assumed that someone would be struck by the novelty and pay good credits for such a thing, especially in that "adorable three-headed puppy" phase. They've been wrong on close to two dozen planets so far, and now Cerberus, half-grown and rapidly losing whatever puppy cuteness he might have had, lies uncomfortably in his cage, wondering in his rather dim canine way why no one wants to be his friend. MONDAY, MARCH 1, 2410 PORT JERADAR, JERADDO "You know what we need," Lindsey Willows told her compatriots as they walked through Port Jeradar's bustling market square, "is a -mascot-." Stephen Dukat gave her a dubious look. "A mascot?" he said. "Yeah. You know, like Kaitlyn's generation had Serge. The Castle needs to have a, a -beast- of -mythic proportions- around to give it the right ambience." "Ah," said Dukat, enlightened. Then, adopting a sober mien, he went on, "And we've lost B'Elanna, more's the pity." "Steve!" Lindsey objected, swatting her Cardassian classmate on the shoulder. "That's not nice." Dukat winced, chuckling. "Ow! I was only joking." "Well, you make it awfully hard to tell sometimes," the petite blonde grumped. "Seriously, though. We should see if we can find something cool for a new Castle mascot." "What, like another neocat? They're, um, pricey," Tom Palmer observed. "I was thinking maybe a gryphon," Lindsey said. "School symbol, you know." Dukat snorted. "Oh, as if -that- would be affordable." Tom stopped in front of a cage standing next to one of the market stalls, his face going slack with surprise. The others didn't immediately notice and walked on, leaving him behind, so he had to raise his voice slightly as he said in a flat voice, "Or a three-headed dog." "Not exactly what I had in mind," Lindsey said, turning back to face him, "but - EEEEEEE!" Her sudden cry of delight startled her companions, who whirled as well to see her trotting back to Tom. She knelt down next to the cage he stood in front of, beaming. "I thought you were speaking hypothetically! How CUTE is that?!" Cerberus was slightly taken aback. This was... unaccustomed. Well, the scream was par for the course, but usually when young humans screamed at the sight of him, they accompanied it with a bit of the ol' running away, not toward. He perked up a little bit, raising his middle head and sniffing. Normally that was enough to send even the most intrepidly curious urchin bolting for the nearest exit, but the girl who had crouched by his cage grinned wider, then looked up at the young man next to her. "This is -perfect-," she said. "I mean, consider the timing! Tom, it's -fate-. You can't go against fate," she declared. Tom looked down at his fellow Duelist's face for a few moments, then at the dog, then Linday's face, then the dog, then Lindsey's face. Then he let out a huge sigh. Turning to Dukat, who was taking the whole scene in with an utterly blank look, he said, "Go ahead, Steve, you're the treasurer." Dukat eyed him, then said slowly, "Fine, OK." Turning, he saw the stallholder, a tall, thin-faced Muun, observing the trio of Duelists with faint bemusement. "(Well, here's a phrase I never would have imagined I'd ever say,)" he muttered to himself, then approached the merchant and said with a smile, "Pardon me, sir - how much for the three-headed dog?" "Wow. I can't believe what a bargain we got," Lindsey observed as the three Duelists and their newly acquired mascot - who seemed just short of -stunned- to be out of the cage and in the open air - walked along the path around Lake Jeradar toward the campus of the Deedlit Satori Mandeville Memorial Institute. Dukat said, "You know, we've doomed future Duelists to finding ever-weirder mascots now. Someone 100 years from now is going to curse us and our three-headed dog." Lindsey snorted. "You're all lucky I'm my mom's kid instead of her boss's kid. We'd have Scruffy the Wonder Death Beetle from Ragol as a mascot." Tom sighed again. "Boba's going to kill me," he said. Institute Duelists' Society President Boba Fett happened to be arriving at the Castle at exactly the same time his fellow Duelists were, which Tom had been rather hoping wouldn't be the case - but to his surprise, Fett reacted to their new acquisition with almost as much glee as Lindsey had. "Wow!" he said when he caught sight of the creature - now delightedly lunging about, attempting to investigate everything - at the end of the leash. Hunkering down, he examined Cerberus more closely, then laughed as two of the dog's heads tried to lick him while the third panted cheerfully. Giving the middle head a rub, he looked up at Lindsey and asked in his mellow Concord Dawn accent, "Where th'ell'd you find a three-headed Rottweiler? That's -awesome-." Well, thought Tom, I suppose it stands to reason that he'd be a fan of genetic engineering. "Some Muun trader at the street bazaar in Port," Dukat told Boba. "It appears a gene shop on the Rim sold him a bill of goods. The poor chap was -desperate- to sell. Apparently Cerberus here has been scaring off customers everywhere he's gone." "I can't imagine why," Boba remarked, but there was no sarcasm at all in his voice. "He's just a big sweetheart. Aren't you, Cerby," he said, ruffling the center head's ears. "I figured he'd be our new mascot," Lindsey explained. "Like Serge was for Kaitlyn and Utena's crew." Boba grinned. "I think that's a great idea," he said. "Look at the -paws- on this guy!" he added. "He's going to be a big fella." "I hope he doesn't -eat- for three," Dukat observed dryly. "The discretionary fund stretches only so far." "Hey, you guys," came another voice from the cobbled footpath leading down Castle Hill to the rest of campus. "How's - what the?" Dukat grinned at the approaching figure, a Bajoran student named Nita Daran. "Ah, Daran, you're just in time," he said. "Meet the Society's new mascot, Cerberus." Daran crouched down next to Boba. "Why, hello," she said, as undaunted as her Mandalorian classmate. Cerberus, by now absolutely glutted with happiness, flopped over on his side, tongues lolling. Looking up at Dukat, she added, "Shouldn't it be pronounced 'Kerberus'?" "Perhaps," Dukat replied. "Earth myths aren't my strong subject, and I rather doubt they were our Muun merchant friend's either... " Daran rubbed the dog's chest for a moment, then asked offhandedly, "Is he housebroken?" There was a slightly brittle pause. "I... ... don't know," Lindsey said.
--G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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glasswalker
Member since Dec-11-12
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Dec-21-12, 10:16 PM (EDT) |
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1. "RE: TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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> They've been wrong on close to two dozen planets so far, and >now Cerberus, half-grown and rapidly losing whatever puppy cuteness he >might have had, lies uncomfortably in his cage, wondering in his >rather dim canine way why no one wants to be his friend. I can only imagine what ASPCA commercials must be like in the UF-verse. Now my mind's eye is showing me Cerberus staring soulfully at the camera while Sarah MacLachlan's "Angel" plays in the background.... >"(Well, here's a phrase I never would have imagined I'd ever say,)" he muttered >to himself, then approached the merchant and said with a smile, "Pardon me, sir > - how much for the three-headed dog?" At least it wasn't in the window, with a waggily tail. > Dukat said, "You know, we've doomed future Duelists to finding >ever-weirder mascots now. Someone 100 years from now is going to >curse us and our three-headed dog." Fast forward to 2510, when someone is trying to smuggle an Arakkis sandworm into the Castle.... > Daran rubbed the dog's chest for a moment, then asked >offhandedly, "Is he housebroken?" > There was a slightly brittle pause. > "I... ... don't know," Lindsey said. Yeah, that's about the right note to end on. I would love to see this developed further, even if I have no idea what the end product would look like. "Everyone gets lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars..." - Rush, "The Pass" |
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zojojojo
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Dec-24-12, 01:20 PM (EDT) |
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5. "RE: TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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>Yes, but Ruby isn't a mascot. She's a student in her own right. > >-- >-Pasha (It'd be like saying Nall was the mascot of Koopman) one does not preclude the other.... Koopman did not have an Association of Appropriate Whimsy for Nall to be a part of ;)
-Z
--- Remember kids: guns make you stupid, duct tape makes you smart.
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trboturtle2
Member since Jul-4-09
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Dec-24-12, 07:46 PM (EDT) |
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6. "RE: TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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For some reason, this came to mind: "No, Kaname, you cannot donate Soske to the Duelist society as a Mascot....." I'm going to go lay down now.... Craig ---------------------------- IAMTW-Nominated Author Author of the Battletech Novels, Icons of War, Elements of Treason: Duty, Elements of Treason: Opportunity, and Elements of Treason: Honor Co-author of Four Outcast Ops novels -- African Firestorm, Red Ice, Watchlist, and Shadow Government. Author of the The Russia-Ukraine War Factbook (Vol 1) All-around nice guy! |
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StClair
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Dec-25-12, 02:12 PM (EDT) |
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8. "RE: TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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>> Daran rubbed the dog's chest for a moment, then asked >>offhandedly, "Is he housebroken?" >> There was a slightly brittle pause. >> "I... ... don't know," Lindsey said. > >Yeah, that's about the right note to end on.Agreed, though the most likely answer is "probably not." Typical Cerberus, leaving nasty messes all over for someone else to clean up... wait, no, wrong reference. (GETH TACO) |
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ebony14
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Dec-26-12, 09:52 AM (EDT) |
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11. "RE: TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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Thankfully, the genesplicers were traditionalists. Otherwise, we'd have ended up with a misogynistic aardvark. (In Bizarro World, where Gryphon has somehow developed Space Madness and Incredibly Poor Taste, and Nicholas Cage am Superman.) Ebony the Black Dragon "Life is like an anole. Sometimes it's green. Sometimes it's brown. But it's always a small Caribbean lizard." |
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Prince Charon
Member since Jan-11-09
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Dec-27-12, 09:22 AM (EDT) |
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13. "RE: TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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> "Well, you make it awfully hard to tell sometimes," the petite >blonde grumped. "Seriously, though. We should see if we can find >something cool for a new Castle mascot." > "What, like another neocat? They're, um, pricey," Tom Palmer >observed. > "I was thinking maybe a gryphon," Lindsey said. "School >symbol, you know." > Dukat said, "You know, we've doomed future Duelists to finding >ever-weirder mascots now. Someone 100 years from now is going to >curse >us and our three-headed dog." OK, now I wonder how long it is before they do get a gryphon. “They planned their campaigns just as you might make a splendid piece of harness. It looks very well; and answers very well; until it gets broken; and then you are done for. Now I made my campaigns of ropes. If anything went wrong, I tied a knot; and went on.” -- Arthur Wellesley, First Duke of Wellington
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Barricade
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Jan-19-13, 12:57 PM (EDT) |
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15. "RE: TCRF: S5M2 Clarion Call"
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So.... When will Laura Kinney show up along with the Black Shuck, and both poochies have a playful throw-down in the middle of the dueling area in the castle, simply so they can snarf up treats afterward? Serge can't be the only duelist mascot that figured out how to pull that off - the new mascot(s?) have a reputation to uphold! |
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