Hello, my name is Thom, and I'm a writer in recovery. I've had some ideas that had been gnawing at me for quite some time, and they have the audacity of being set firmly in someone else's playground, no matter how I may try to separate them. This story's been showing up to me in bits and fragments for years now, and I'd like to clack the proper keys to set it up. The story's not firmly in continuity (hence, fan fiction), but it lends itself a lot to DS9's mythos. The project refuses to leave my head with any title other than "Horizon," no matter how I attempt it, be it screenplay, novel, streaming fragments, or musical. The centerpiece is a cluster of Starfleet personnel and civilian passengers left stranded after the destruction of their brand-spankin'-new ship in the Cardassian annex of Bajor. The term I like to kick around in my head is "survivalist space opera," as far as specificity goes. I'm still debating between a few formats and POV, but for teaser's sake...
Captain: Josephine Berlioz of the USS Horizon, NX-10416
Year: 2328
Near the Cardassian border, in a universe that could be our own…
“The lavabo refused to suck the blood away like the swirling black hole it had presented itself as. The crimson puddle grew deeper and fiercer and lapped on the rim, a torrential ocean engulfing this little altar girl's eyes. My eyes were transfixed, refusing to unlock from the crimson, eating away at the virgin metal. The man in the purple vestments scoffed and flung his hands away; he wouldn’t even accept the towel over my left arm. I had been pouring water for him. I wanted to pour him water…
“‘Pulse is back!’
“Thirsty…my mouth tasted like the bowl.
“‘Can you hear me? Hey, Cap, can you hear me?!’
“Black like a priest’s shirt. The bowl in my mouth became liquid. I heard a softer voice, crunching through a cavern, ‘Josie, are you with us?’
“Metal again, so much liquid came and went with each breath. I think I jolted upwards, heaving blood to the stone beneath me, as though I were young again, back on the altar. Everything seemed so dark…dark, thick, and cold. ‘Are you there, Josie?!’
“Truth be told, I was pretty out of it…”
I'm still in some pre-writing stages, and I have a few endings in mind. I'm thinking about a three-year story, not sure how many installments or frequency of posting. Some friends and I had done some drafting a few years ago in an HBO-style season structure (roughly three seasons of twelve episodes each) in an aborted screenwriting exercise. I guess my question is, how would anyone who's interested like to see this presented? I used to be best-versed in screenplay format, but I've been thinking of tackling this as a diary, nothing but Capt. Berlioz' log entries, or just straight third-person omniscient, since I've actually not tried it before in any meaningful capacity. Hope to hear back from a few of you!
Captain: Josephine Berlioz of the USS Horizon, NX-10416
Year: 2328
Near the Cardassian border, in a universe that could be our own…
“The lavabo refused to suck the blood away like the swirling black hole it had presented itself as. The crimson puddle grew deeper and fiercer and lapped on the rim, a torrential ocean engulfing this little altar girl's eyes. My eyes were transfixed, refusing to unlock from the crimson, eating away at the virgin metal. The man in the purple vestments scoffed and flung his hands away; he wouldn’t even accept the towel over my left arm. I had been pouring water for him. I wanted to pour him water…
“‘Pulse is back!’
“Thirsty…my mouth tasted like the bowl.
“‘Can you hear me? Hey, Cap, can you hear me?!’
“Black like a priest’s shirt. The bowl in my mouth became liquid. I heard a softer voice, crunching through a cavern, ‘Josie, are you with us?’
“Metal again, so much liquid came and went with each breath. I think I jolted upwards, heaving blood to the stone beneath me, as though I were young again, back on the altar. Everything seemed so dark…dark, thick, and cold. ‘Are you there, Josie?!’
“Truth be told, I was pretty out of it…”
I'm still in some pre-writing stages, and I have a few endings in mind. I'm thinking about a three-year story, not sure how many installments or frequency of posting. Some friends and I had done some drafting a few years ago in an HBO-style season structure (roughly three seasons of twelve episodes each) in an aborted screenwriting exercise. I guess my question is, how would anyone who's interested like to see this presented? I used to be best-versed in screenplay format, but I've been thinking of tackling this as a diary, nothing but Capt. Berlioz' log entries, or just straight third-person omniscient, since I've actually not tried it before in any meaningful capacity. Hope to hear back from a few of you!