AO3 First Lines Tag Game
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
I'm assuming here ALL fan fic, so that will include a few yet unpublished things. ;D
Working from past fic to most recent:
10--Sanctuary
Veers watched tensely as the medics guided the grav sled onto the shuttle out on the vast landing platform connected to the medical station.
"You must stick to the schedule I've given you," Doctor Yara said sternly, tapping the specialized medical scanner. "No deviation. He ought to have had four days in the bacta, not 24 hours. You need to understand if you rush things it could literally kill him."
9--Forging Further Ch. 29
Piett looked up as the doors to his office slid open and Veers marched in. Any other person would have stomped, but as this was the 'Iron General' one didn't term this stomping. It was marching. Definitely.
8-- To Strive, To Seek, To Find, and Not To Yield
She clung as closely as she could to him in the dark and terrifying hold of this ship. She had utterly no idea where they were going, but she could guess the purpose. They were alive after all.
With beings like this it wasn't a mercy.
7--What We Say Without Speaking
"Sir, I have to admit this is making me rather nervous."
He could hear the Admiral making small movements to his left as he piloted the lamda. And he definitely heard heard the amusement in Piett's voice as he answered.
"I'm hearing a distinct lack of trust, Mr. Scraps."
It was entirely possible that diplomacy had been invented as a way to torture beings in ages past and all records of its inception had been lost. Thus, modern societies just assumed it was a normal way of conducting their affairs, slowly and torturously wearing each other down until they all got a mostly dissatisfying conclusion.
At least, this was Han's theory, as yet another senator rose to drone about all the virtues his planet brought to whatever deal they were trying to forge here.
5--Captain's Log: Tales Set in the World of Horblower
First Lieutenant Archie Kennedy was not someone who enjoyed the cold. His fiance loved the snow and found all sorts of romance about it. He could indeed appreciate that from beside the comfort of a warm fire or reading about it in a book. But she actually liked being out in it, and again, he could appreciate that for a while. But he was ready for the indoors after thirty minutes.
4--The War In The Shadows
Let it out slowly through the nose.
Lips arranged in a fixed and falsely pleasant smile.
Chin rested on gloved fingers interlaced together to portray interest in the speaker.
"Sir," his weapons officer whispered in terror. He was a specky kid no older than eighteen. "Sir, what do we do?"
Piett stared out the viewport at the five Imperial Star Destroyers surrounding his tiny little assortment of ships. Four Gladiators and one Victory class. Typical for this part of the galaxy and more than enough to turn his smaller ships into tiny particles.
2--Yet to be titled long fic
Firmus Piett was not a man much given to the idea of romance. He acknowledged that it happened and other people seemed to like it---but he didn't understand the obsession with the shows on the holonet, or soul mates, or love at first sight.
1--Yet to bet titled one shot
"Plase, Max," his friend pleaded, gripping his jacket with surprising strength to keep Veers near him. "Plase. Ah know the ship went down intact. Ah saw it. Ya canna lave him..."
His Axxilan friend slipped back into his old accent when he was very tired, rather drunk, or downright terrified for his people.
