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Feb. 17th, 2008 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kengrNo sex, no kink, just a scene from a fanfic that won't get out of my head
"Ding!"
The bored radar tech looked at the display to see what the automated system was upset about this time. One glance and his boredom vanished.
"Holy shit!"
He slapped a large red button on the console and as a klaxon sounded, he spoke rapidly into his mike.
"Security alert! Our mystery bogie is back.."
The display showed *something* that was performing low level aerobatics over open countryside. And doing so in cheerful disregard of not only flight regs, but several physical laws.
"Yessir. Just like before. No IR signature. Radar return says it's really small or stealthy as hell...."
"Well, if it isn't stealthed it's smaller than an ultralight, sir. But ultralights don't maneuver like that."
Half to himself the tech muttered "hell, *nothing* maneuvers like that"
Meanwhile fighters were scrambling and security teams were deploying on the ground to pre plotted locations. The bogie had popped up a number of times over the last year. And it seemed to favor certain locations. The ground teams were deploying to surround the ones where it looked like there'd been a landing.
Team 7 was well hidden in the brush around a large clearing in the forest. While there'd never been any evidence of whatever it was when they'd searched after previous occurrences, it was still thought to be landing site since the target had been lost in the ground clutter only to reappear at the same spot later the same night.
"Ok, HQ says it looks like we're the target. Get ready."
Weapons, cameras and other instruments were readied.
It was a moonless night and in the countryside the night vision gear didn't help as much as it might. They were afraid to use IR incase it could be detected.
A small dark shape suddenly came into view against the sky and drifted down. Just as it reached ground level, the team leader spoke "Go!"
Several jets screamed overhead as the clearing was lit brighter than day and an amplified voice roared "Don't Move!"
For a moment those one side of the clearing had a clear view of a very scared looking young girl in a Supergirl outfit hovering just above the ground. And of a young boy in her arms.
Then the boy grabbed her hand and the clearing was empty.
The team leader swore. "Not mutants again! Why can't it ever be aliens..."
It's set in the Whateley Academy universe.
Whateley (located near Dunwhich, MA. Yes *that* Dunwhich and *that* Whateley) is a private school that dates back to the 1850s. It was failing and essentially bankrupt when a group bought it and refurbished it several decades ago.
It's now a high school for mutants and other odd teens.
The world universe it's in has superheros, supervillians, elder gods and even stranger things. The school is officially neutral ground as enforced by a number of governments (including a Dr. Doom equivalent) as well as a number of hero and villian groups.
Just imagine the pranks (and problems) around a school like this.
A lot of the stories have TG characters. Not surprising seeing that the original authors knew each other from one of the more prominent TG fiction websites.
But it's not a required feature and the gender of the characters is often irrelevant to the action.
Heck, if you are turning into something along the lines of an intelligent velociraptor, your gender is at best a secondary concern (to give but one example).
"Ding!"
The bored radar tech looked at the display to see what the automated system was upset about this time. One glance and his boredom vanished.
"Holy shit!"
He slapped a large red button on the console and as a klaxon sounded, he spoke rapidly into his mike.
"Security alert! Our mystery bogie is back.."
The display showed *something* that was performing low level aerobatics over open countryside. And doing so in cheerful disregard of not only flight regs, but several physical laws.
"Yessir. Just like before. No IR signature. Radar return says it's really small or stealthy as hell...."
"Well, if it isn't stealthed it's smaller than an ultralight, sir. But ultralights don't maneuver like that."
Half to himself the tech muttered "hell, *nothing* maneuvers like that"
Meanwhile fighters were scrambling and security teams were deploying on the ground to pre plotted locations. The bogie had popped up a number of times over the last year. And it seemed to favor certain locations. The ground teams were deploying to surround the ones where it looked like there'd been a landing.
Team 7 was well hidden in the brush around a large clearing in the forest. While there'd never been any evidence of whatever it was when they'd searched after previous occurrences, it was still thought to be landing site since the target had been lost in the ground clutter only to reappear at the same spot later the same night.
"Ok, HQ says it looks like we're the target. Get ready."
Weapons, cameras and other instruments were readied.
It was a moonless night and in the countryside the night vision gear didn't help as much as it might. They were afraid to use IR incase it could be detected.
A small dark shape suddenly came into view against the sky and drifted down. Just as it reached ground level, the team leader spoke "Go!"
Several jets screamed overhead as the clearing was lit brighter than day and an amplified voice roared "Don't Move!"
For a moment those one side of the clearing had a clear view of a very scared looking young girl in a Supergirl outfit hovering just above the ground. And of a young boy in her arms.
Then the boy grabbed her hand and the clearing was empty.
The team leader swore. "Not mutants again! Why can't it ever be aliens..."
It's set in the Whateley Academy universe.
Whateley (located near Dunwhich, MA. Yes *that* Dunwhich and *that* Whateley) is a private school that dates back to the 1850s. It was failing and essentially bankrupt when a group bought it and refurbished it several decades ago.
It's now a high school for mutants and other odd teens.
The world universe it's in has superheros, supervillians, elder gods and even stranger things. The school is officially neutral ground as enforced by a number of governments (including a Dr. Doom equivalent) as well as a number of hero and villian groups.
Just imagine the pranks (and problems) around a school like this.
A lot of the stories have TG characters. Not surprising seeing that the original authors knew each other from one of the more prominent TG fiction websites.
But it's not a required feature and the gender of the characters is often irrelevant to the action.
Heck, if you are turning into something along the lines of an intelligent velociraptor, your gender is at best a secondary concern (to give but one example).
