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I wrote this to the prompts from [livejournal.com profile] sauergeek and [livejournal.com profile] kelkyag here. As they were one after the other for the same thing, I wrote this as one larger block.   This follows on from The Party Assembles.


“Rules of engagement?” Wraith spoke while trying to identify the controller of the camera drone that their camera man was picking up but not controlling.

“Clear and immediate threat to the techs and/or the hostages,” replied Mayin.

“They come after us or get us on camera with their drone,” added Reaver.

“They start using the park as a sniper post for elsewhere in the city or they turn out to be the diversion while the real bad guys do their thing elsewhere,” finished Wraith.

“And what do we want to achieve,” asked Mayin, “aside from getting us and the hostages out of here alive?”

“Gathering intel from these bozos is not my problem,” answered Wraith.

“And I think the authorities would frown at us going all hunter-killer on these guys,” put in Reaver.

“Neoma,” said Mayin quietly to her niece, “you need to stay here while we go deal with the bad guys. I need you to curl up in a ball on the ground with your back against the wall. Stay there until we come back.”

“Why?” Neoma looked frightened.

“Because no-one will be trying to hurt you, but the smaller you are and the better protection you have, then the less likely it is that you’ll get hurt by accident.”

The suited woman asked, “But wouldn’t we be safer with our backs towards the wall?”

“If someone else finds you, we want you to look like people and not like something disguised in clothes,” replied Wraith.

Sharvon the cameraman said quietly, “I can’t curl into a ball, drones to control and all that.”

Wraith looked at him speculatively. “Can you do anything to their drone?”

“If I’d been allowed to bring my kit for exclusive shoots, hey I could have taken over it and the sound board over there,” he nodded vaguely in the direction of the console the techs were hiding behind, “but I wasn’t and so I can’t just hack into that stuff. If we have time, I can add their drone to my network then cut off their privileges but that would give us a brief window where their guy has access to my entire network.”

“Not really what we’re after then.”

Wraith was about to say something else when Sharvon said, “That’s…interesting.”

“What is?” Everyone may have asked that at once.

“I’m getting a message on a data feed channel.” Sharvon adjusted his display and turned his screen so everyone else could see it. “See, that blue field there. It’s meant for a type of transfer I don’t need to use. I understand ‘Friend query’ because it won’t let you use punctuation characters, but I can’t read this box thing that follows.”

“That’s a military electronic signature chop,” replied Wraith. He looked at Mayin, “Would this be your mysterious friend?”

Mayin took a look at the screen. “He’s the only oberxiao out there and this is an oberxiao’s chop.”

Wraith said quietly, “The one with the prosthetics? Oh…my. Sharvon, the answer is ‘yes’.”

This is now followed by Rules of Engagement 2.

Arrival

Oct. 5th, 2016 09:40 pm
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I wrote this to [livejournal.com profile] aldersprig's prompt "All right, if not erotica, what about what of my favorite submission elements in a non-specifically-erotic setting: the stronger/more powerful man kneeling in front of the woman in surrender." This actually wound up as a 600 plus word piece (and there could be more) but what we have here is an extract of about 240 words.


(There was) a half-dressed man was on his knees in the middle of her office floor, his wrists confined in magical manacles and a heavy linen bag over his head.  His escort were from a unit directly under her mother’s personal command and their leader had a letter for her signed by both her parents.

Valinya read the letter, looked at the man, and read the letter again.  She took a longer look at the man.  He certainly wasn’t any sort of stripling, that broad chest definitely spoke of maturity, and the evidence indicated that his hair was probably brown.  Where he was tanned, his skin was darker than hers went in the sun, and where it wasn’t, he was paler.  He was probably Brobagian, which fitted with her parents’ latest conquest.  She said, holding out her hand to the leader of his escort, “Captain, give me the key to the manacles and then wait outside the door.  He and I need to have a private conversation.”

“Highness.”  The man bowed, handed over the keys, and then the six of them left the room, although it was clear they all thought that whatever she was going to do was a bad idea.

Valinya locked the door behind them and, on the way back to her desk, pulled the bag off the man’s head in one easy movement.  When she turned to face him, the broad, handsome face was sneering at her.
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Well, I thought my Prompts For This Weekend thing went fairly well. I worked more slowly than I hoped, but perhaps I didn't allow for the number of prompts, plus doing things like shopping, seeing a movies and writing Nai. Thank you to everyone who prompted.

My list is now down to seven items because you all got me motivated to get some things finished. Thank you.

I am now requesting prompts to help me get things done this week.

Prompt me with a whole number from 1 to 7 inclusive. Also give me a short prompt tag you would like written to. I will write 150 words/spend 15 minutes on the list item, and then write you 200-250 words to your prompt.

There are some rules.

* Please don't ask for main story Nai as your prompt - more Nai writing will happen next weekend;

* One prompt per prompter; and

* No erotica (I need to be in the mood) and no fanfic (I would mangle your favourite characters to no satisfactory result.)

Thank you for your help.

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