aldersprig: (Jahnan)
First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part VI

I wanted to poke at these guys again, so here's a little ficlet, since the bit between Part Vi and this seems to have stalled me.


Jahnan woke to the sound of muffled clinking very near her. She opened her eyes to find Yira Trembane less than a meter away, diligently working at the Tod’cxeckz’ri collar locked around his neck.

"Stop that," she snapped. her head hurt. Her eyes hurt. Everything hurt. "You're still my bounty, and I'm still going to turn you in." She put a hand over her eyes to block out the light. "Wait. Did I fall asleep? There's no time for that."

"You were knocked out. We were knocked out." When she peeked at him, Yira had put his hands back in his lap and disappeared whatever he'd been using as a lockpick. “We were talking to that — that thing, whatever it was—”

“Brain slug,” Jahnan muttered. Those only existed in children’s sensie vids, she was pretty sure, but that’s what the thing had looked like.

“That thing. And then the air got thick. I woke up first. I out-mass you,” he added defensively.

“Don’t try to take the collar off. For one, I am still turning you in for the bounty, and for another, we don’t know what it’ll do to you.”

“Glad my well-being is so foremost in your mind.” He stretched, and Jahnan’s eyes followed the movement. Even sitting, his fingers touched the ceiling, which itself seemed to be made of something soft and pliable. “Now can we try to escape, or do you have more orders for me, kozel-wife?”

Every time he used the Tod’cxeckz’ri term that meant mistress, Jahnan noted, Yira sounded a little less sarcastic about it.

They had to get her ship back, and fast.
aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square one-four (caffeine failure) on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part V

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


Nehanani Jahnan woke with a pounding headache, her head pillowed on something soft and warm. The sound of something thudding down next to her finished the job of shaking her into wakefulness.

She was - she had - "Shit!" She opened her eyes and sat up, sending stabbing pains through her temples. A bag landed near her feet, and her doppleganger-sister waved from the rigging of her ethership.

"We just need to borrow the Maru for a couple days. We'll be back to get you long before the food and water run out. Sorry!" She had to shout to be heard over the flapping of the sails; even the rigging was out of reach. "Have fun with your 'temporary husband!'"

"Shit, shit, no. Covair!" Jahnan lifted her voice to a shout, despite her headache. "Covair, it won't work! Maru won't work for you!"

"Oh, we can be very persuasive. Thanks, sis! We'll see you soon."
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aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square One-Five (annoying sibling) on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part IV

If you are reading from Trope Bingo, Part IV is not part of the bingo but an integral part of the story.

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


Nehanani Jahnan gestured at the vessel floating in front the Maru. The etherboat was a big ship, looking more like a sea caravel than any space-faring vessel - at least, any space-faring vessel in the universe Yira and Jahnan had come from. Its sails were tight against an invisible force - not wind, not out here, but ether. Two great air bladders held it aloft.

And captaining that thing: "Nehanani Covair is my sister. Or my doppelganger, but we've always gone by 'sister', and she's younger than me by a few years." She glanced at Yira, who nodded shortly. He looked more worried than interested, but since she hadn't released whatever hold the Tod'cxeckz'ret collar had on him, she couldn't really blame him for that worry. "I met her the first time I ended up in this splinterworld - Yeah. I've been here before. This is the fourth time. I think the Maru likes this place, and when the what-if drive gets... conflicting signals."
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aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square Three-Five (au: steampunk) on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part III

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


It wasn’t that Jahnan thought her captive was serious. He had just admitted to attempting to seduce the lion’s share of his captors, generally to escape.

It was just that it had been a while, and he was a handsome man, if you liked the type - which, she was finding, she did. And his hand was warm, and his fingers just strong enough, and all in all it was more than a little bit distracting.

She slid her fingers over the controls while Yira slid his fingers over her, setting the coordinates he’d given her and checking them - twice - against her navigation charts.

Then she threw the switch, just as Yira demonstrated exactly how thin her ship-silks actually were.
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aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square one-two on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo. Story three of a new series.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part II

Previous in Story: Standards

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


“Do you seduce every bounty hunter that catches you?” Yira Trembane had his hand halfway up Jahnan’s thigh, and it was creeping ever higher. She was having trouble focusing on the navigation - not a good idea, when using a WhatIf drive. She didn’t want to end up stuck in some alternate-history where he had captured her.

“You make it sound like I get caught a lot.” His hand slid just an inch further up.

Jahnan closed her eyes and thought about trees. “Your dataslip says you did. Seventeen arrests since you turned twenty, and half of those for escape-from-custody. How many times did you escape by seduction?”
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Next: IV

If you are reading from Trope Bingo, Part IV is not part of the bingo but an integral part of the story.
aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square one-two on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo. Story two of a new series.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


Jahnan had one of the richest bounties of her career literally in her grasp. She also had an earring that said that she’d married him under Tod’cxeckz’ri law and a paper telling her how to get rid of him and the earring, and a Tod’cxeckz’ri clerk smirking at her from behind the safety of his counter.

She ran her thumb down the list. “Okay. First choice is your parole officer. Kill two birds with one stone that way.”

“No way.” Yira Trembane shook his head. “I am not going within a star system of that maniac if I can avoid it.”

“You know the terms of your parole included not leaving the star system.”

“Why they were stupid enough to parole me in the first place I’ve never figured out.” Yira smirked. “He’s out. How about my ex-wife? Well... my first ex-wife.”
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the trope part )

Next for Story: Mad in Atter
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aldersprig: (foedus)
The universe is a wide, large place, far larger than we originally imagined.

“There are over a hundred different human variants in the Known Universe, Yira, and, say, a hundred, two hundred nations, colonies, and cultures for each variant.”

Hundreds of millions of humanoid peoples roam the galaxy in this space-opera setting.

Jahnan & Yira - the Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Story
This story is somewhere between a buddy/Odd Couple comedy and a romance, and begins with a bounty hunter/captive relationship.
It includes, so far: bondage. Unwilling (but legal) imprisonment. Dubcon D/s (at least in theory)


Description: Jahnan (LJ)
Trope Bingo, The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I (LJ)
Mad in Atter, Jahnan & Yira for Thimbleful Thursday (LJ)
Standards, a story of Jahnan and Yira for #3WW (LJ)
aldersprig: (foedus)
This story is posted out of sequence, because I STILL haven't quite finished Square Two on my Foedus [community profile] trope_bingo card. It will require some filler, I think, but will probably come after Mad in Atter

Written to the Three-Word Wednesday Prompt: Distracted, genuine, modest

New to the setting? Jahnan is a bounty hunter who has caught Yira and is attempting to return him for the bounty. However, Complications Ensue.


Yira Trembane's hand had landed on Jahnan's knee and was sneaking slowly up her thigh.

“I should have left you in the handcuffs,” she muttered. Getting to their next destination would not be a difficult navigation - if she wasn't distracted.

“It's not like I can reach any of the navigation from here.” Yira wiggled the fingers of his free hand in the direction of the input panels. “Or like I can get out. Your ship's got that handled.”

The Maru's “Guest Chair” was holding Jahnan's prisoner firmly, bands pressed against his chest, forehead, lap, and ankles, but his lower arms had been left free, because, as he pointed out, he couldn't reach any navigation instruments

He seemed to be doing some instrument-free navigation of his own, however, his fingers squeezing and creeping, squeezing and creeping. “Besides,” he purred, “you're a very attractive woman. And it's a very small ship.”

“You know,” Jahnan picked up his hand and moved it to his own lap. “I might be more flattered by that if you had a single genuine, honest bone in your whole body.”

“Oh, don't be modest.” He moved his hand back to her knee. “You must know you're an attractive woman.”

She moved his hand again. For such a big man, he had surprisingly delicate fingers. “There are over a hundred different human variants in the Known Universe, Yira, and, say, a hundred, two hundred nations, colonies, and cultures for each variant. At absolute smallest estimate, that's ten thousand different definitions of attractive... and the last time I checked, your natal variant and nation is quite different in their tastes than mine.”

He set his hand much more gently on her knee. “And within those ten-thousand-plus nations, there are also millions of people, each with their individual tastes, which often don't match the variant or nation's average. Or you wouldn't find me attractive, either.”

Jahnan left Yira's hand where it was this time.

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aldersprig: (foedus)
This belongs to the Foedus Planetarum setting and the Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Story.

Previous in Story



"I suppose we could try my father," Yira Trembane had suggested. They needed an acceptable relation to void their contract, and visiting Yira's mother had turned out messily-at-best. "It's just... he lives on Korsakoff. I don't think he's going to be much help."

"I visited Korsakoff once." Jahnan wince. "It was..."

"Memorable?" Yira's teasing come out rough-voiced.

"Ouch. Yeah. Something like that." She leaned back in the seat of the Maru and closed her eyes. "I landed..."

    Nehanani Jahnan set down her little star-bouncer on the neglected landing field of Atter, Korsakoff's largest city. There were only two other ships in the field - a Foedus bureaucracy ship, probably census or taxes, and her quarry. There was dust over her quarry's ship, but Korsakoff was known for its heavy dust that coated everything - he could have been here a day or a week.

    She fitted a filtered mask over her face. Korsakoff's air wasn't exactly poisonous - but it wasn't any fun, either. Not if you wanted to leave anytime soon. Chances were, her target was just down the road. Unless he'd thought to mask, hoping she'd - ha - forget.

    She found Fess Entiror in a bar, just inside the city limits of Atter. The bartender aimed a desultory wave her way, and passed her a drink. Jahnan paid and headed for the table where Fess Entiror was already talking.

    "...and so I headed into New Malibu..."


      And there, in the middle of the town, there was this statute, this giant thing, larger than life, of a naked woman, with her hand... well, there's ladies present. And there, sitting at the base of the statue, with his hand... sorry, ladies, well, there was my target.

      And the moral of the story is, never go into New Malibu drunk, or you're just going to end up a sitting duck for whoever's hunting you."


    There was no point in talking to him; he had the glazed eyes and rambling speech patterns of someone already suffering from Korsakoff Syndrome. Jahnan couldn't resist, anyway, as she slapped the cuffs on him.

    "And the moral of the story is, never go to Korsakoff when you're on the run from the law, or you're going to end up mad-ass in Atter, waiting for whoever's hunting you."


Yira coughed. "Or, well. Maybe we could just visit my stepfather, the first one."
~

To January 8th's Thimbleful Thursday prompt, approx. 400 words
aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square one-one on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo. Story one of a new series. No Ao3 standard warnings apply.

“I need to claim this criminal as my lawful catch and bounty.” Jahnan repeated the phrase three times - once in Standard to the clerk, then again in Standard to the translation machine, and then in the local language - all while trying to maintain her hold on the criminal in question.

“Your Tod’cxeckz’ret is awful.” Her captive jerked, trying to pull away from her grip. Jahnan held on for life and profit. Not only did Yira Trembane outmass her considerably and have at least a decimeter in height on her, but he was slippery as all space and had gotten out of his bonds three times since she’d caught him. “Here, let me.” He looked at the clerk and spat out a line of Tod’cxeckz’ret, then translated into Standard. “She’s here to collect the bounty on me.”

“You’re awfully helpful all of a sudden.” Jahnan regained her grip on Yira’s forearm. She wasn’t losing this one, not again.

“Prisons are easier to get away from than you. Sooner I’m in custody-”
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Next:The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part II


Notes:
Tod’cxeckz’ret is pronounced with glottal stops in the apostrophes; the syllables rhyme with Todd, check, and whet.
Jahnan is pronounced with a hard J (John) and stress on the second syllable with a breathy sound on the H. Her full name is Nehanani Jahnan.
Yira is pronounced Yee-ruh.
Hon is pronounced on

The IPA for the above, courtesy of [personal profile] thnidu:
[tɒdʔʧɛkzʔrɛt]
[ʤɑ͡ɑ̥ˈnɑn]
[jirə]
[ɒn]

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