workingdiana (ex_wondy380) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-06-03 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | diana prince, gemini de mille |
You don't need eyes to see it
Who: Diana Prince (narrative)
When: Shortly after this post
Where: A few days journey from Naboo
What: A reunion is not what it seems
Rating: PG-13 for violence
She had been in space many times before, even for something as simple as Watchtower duty, but the vista never failed to mesmerize Diana. Though quite technologically advanced, space travel was not something that Amazons ever aspired to, nor had she thought about traveling to the stars when she was a child. No, this was a unique pleasure, watching the slow exorable spin of a planet in the distance, a fine cloud of ancient debris circling it in a ring. An even more distant sun shone slightly brighter among the other stars. Yet she could not settle her unease. She did not sit in the co-pilot’s chair even though it was offered to her, instead pacing slightly in the cramped hallway just beyond. Her ears were perked for any incoming signal, to show that Cassie’s ship had arrived. Her sister was late….Diana attempted to calm herself, relaxing her muscles one by one, but it worked only marginally. The vague suspicions that had plagued her meant she hired this ship with the pilot alone, a young Phindian woman named Teehar. The vessel carried no crew, for Diana would not jeopardize anyone more than she had to. As if was, if she’d understood the mechanics of flying the ship, she would have preferred to go alone. Briefly, she thought of Bruce, and how he was likely strongly displeased with her choice. It remained a bone of contention, her determination to handle issues her own way, rather than a more logical, planned path. He held little regard for emotion, and that was where she excelled. Sighing, she shook her head slightly as if to dislodge the distraction. She would make it up to him when she returned. Impatient once more, she looked back out the plastisteel towards the stars. So unfamiliar. Over the years, she had been able to map her own star system just with a look, learning the celestial bodies that she shared space with. But this was all foreign. It was as if she had gone to space for the first time. “Cassie, sister, where are you…” she murmured, hearing the despondent tone creep into her voice. It did not matter that Cassie possessed her own powers and abilities, nor than she was a very capable young woman. Diana would always feel responsible for the young girl that she had met when she first arrived in Man’s World. “This friend, she likes to make an entrance, perhaps, coming so late to the party?” Teehar joked from the pilot’s seat. Her long arms reached effortlessly across the space to the co-pilot controls, a biological advantage that made her uniquely suited to fly the ship alone. “She’s so late, she’ll miss it and we will need to throw another one.” Diana smiled automatically, liking Teehar’s sarcastic humor, although it seemed that others back in the spaceport had a little less enthusiasm for it. She’d chosen a pilot as much on feeling as anything else, listening to her instincts. “Little sisters,” she replied, trying for amused. “What can you do-” Her words were cut off as a massive blast sounded through the ship. Diana was thrown against the far wall of the cockpit, while Teehar managed to grab the controls with wildly flailing arms. Before either could respond, the roar of a vacuum sucked the air from the cabin; both clung tightly to anything they could grasp as they were pulled towards the void of space. Diana’s thoughts careened wildly, as Teehar screamed, the sound torn away along with the air. A bomb. Someone had planted a bomb on the ship before they had ever left Naboo...no wonder her senses had been warning her from the start. Cassie wasn’t coming. Had it been some sort of illusion? Despite the imminent danger of being pulled out the destroyed back end of the ship, Diana couldn’t stop trying to make sense of it. Cassie had given her the remote coordinates. Had lured her out here. If it was Cassie, had something terrible taken hold? Her thoughts were thrown back into stark clarity as Teehar was yanked from the seat and tumbled towards the gaping maw of space. Without hesitation, Diana whipped her lasso free and lashed it around the Phindian, anchoring her with a groan of effort. “We can’t…..survive….the vacuum,” she yelled at the other woman, even as her muscles screamed in protest at the iron grip she had around the anchored floor grate. “Ideas?” Teehar’s reply was inaudible over the oxygen escaping, but she was reaching her long arms towards a panel on the far side of the torn corridor. Diana didn’t know what she could do with it, but she trusted Teehar to know her own ship. With a curl of her arm, she swung Teehar towards the panel in an arc, crying out as she felt herself being pulled even harder towards the emptiness. Teehar’s spindly fingers hit the control panel hard, and as she did, a set of doors slammed into place, one by one, closing off the vacuum. They both dropped to the floor, hitting with enough force to elicit groans of pain, but oxygen was already filling the space rapidly. “Thank the gods,” Diana breathed, pulling the lasso back towards herself with slow, aching motions, as she got to her feet. “I wouldn’t thank your gods too soon,” Teehar answered, grim, as she struggled back towards the cockpit. “And I wouldn’t make any more party plans, my friend.” She pointed through the viewscreen with a shaking finger, and Diana joined her there, noticing that the shuddering of the ship had not ceased….but only grown stronger. Below them, the planet they had observed at a distance was rapidly approaching, like it was closing in on them. “The blast sent us straight at it,” Diana breathed. The atmosphere buffered the ship, sending klaxons of warning echoing as the exterior heated up. “We’re going to crash, there’s nothing for it,” Teehar answered, already climbing back into the pilot’s seat only to see from the computer that the engines were long gone. “I hope you had a good life, my friend. Me, I could have stood for a bit more money and fame. Perhaps more money, and then I could buy fame.” Her sarcasm stood as a counterpoint to the dread that filled them both. “Send a distress call back out,” Diana commanded immediately, buckling herself into the co-pilot’s seat. The cockpit was the most reinforced and stood the best chance of staying intact; the hallway behind them was paper thin by comparison, now that the hull had been blown away. She had learned enough in the few days they had traveled to close it off, and she hit the control to close the heavy door, sealing them in completely. “Sure,” Teehar exclaimed. “You should include any locations of your credits, since we won’t get to spend them.” “Just do it,” Diana replied, sharply, and added her own message to Teehar’s, sending it off in a burst. The planet’s green surface was rising fast, too fast, and she instinctively braced herself, as the Phindian gave a moan of distress and wrapped her long arms around herself. “Hera, be with us,” she murmured under her breath, then reached out to place her hand tightly on Teehar’s arm. “If I must die, at least I am with a friend,” she offered, quietly but firmly, her blue eyes sincere. Teehar gave her a sad, strained smile, and opened her mouth to speak, but whatever words she might have said were lost in the deafening sounds as the remains of the ship hit the upper trees, then the ground below. Diana hung on to Teehar but the ship was crumpling around them, and the screech of tearing metal filled her ears before she suddenly knew no more. |