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Bonus Round 4: Official Art
Bonus Round 4: Official Art
This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.
Memorable canon moments, bizarre omakes, tantalizing magazine spreads—this is the round to explore them all. Bring out your screencaps, promotional art, and manga pages, and let's talk about what really happened.
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RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from an anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, and/or caps from games. Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt screencaps that are taken from a piece of canon media.
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| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T [part 1/2]
Word Count: 4139
Notes: Parts of this may feel thrown together. Because they are. I meant for there to be way more Teshima & Kinjou conversing here, but. What can you do. Maybe I’ll revisit this later
The antique ship smells stale, with the tang of sun-baked metal stinging Teshima’s nose.It's so old and run down; Teshima, not for the first time, starts doubting the mission. The whole ship was halfway into a massive gorge. They'd had to fish it out part of the way with shuttlecrafts before they could even get started on the external hull. It wasn't nearly on solid footing enough for Teshima to feel secure, but the old thing was too delicate to be moved much further safely. Was this thing even a Federation ship when it was in service?
Not initially, Aoyagi thinks. Commissioned in the 2140s. Last of Earth-Kzin War battleships. It was reclassed after the war and the formation of the Federation. Miki said so.
Teshima laughs slightly to himself at the last bit. It’s added on hastily, as if Aoyagi wants to make it very clear he did not learn this of his own volition. In the back of his mind, Teshima can vaguely hear Lieutenant Commander Kanzaki chattering excitedly into Aoyagi’s ear. Mostly about the ship and the condition it’s in (the phrase “museum quality” has come up at least once). Aoyagi says nothing, but luckily Miki expects no reply. She’s worked closely with them so long, that she’s one of the few that understand the Miradorn pair’s dynamic.
Teshima instead busies himself with taking in the rest of the sights. Which isn’t much. Lieutenant Commander Tachibana leads her security crew in front of everyone else, all of them fanning out, threatening any ghosts that could be lurking around the next corner. Teshima doesn’t expect they’ll find any. This ship went down about a century ago, and the locals seem to pay it no mind. Which is likely for the best. They have enough trouble without poking around irradiated ghost ships.
Teshima knows it’s irradiated, because Ensign Naruko has spoken of nothing else since the landing party stepped foot on the ship. Through Aoyagi’s ears, Teshima can still hear him muttering darkly about it as the scans on his tricorder get progressively worse. Teshima very much wishes Doctor Tadokoro could have accompanied the landing party instead. His protests are always much more interesting, even when they’re not being heeded.
Teshima turns his attention back to the front of the group. Just behind the security detail, Captain Kinjou strides confidently, a phaser slapped to his hip as if it belongs there. Not everyone in the away team wears it so confidently. For example, a phaser fits into Ensign Onoda’s hand the same way a dead fish might. Still, Teshima’s sure he’d figure it out in a firefight, if it came to it.
Guess that’s the kind of thing they teach you on Alpha Centauri, Aoyagi thinks, and Teshima laughs out loud. They’ve made an inside joke of the Ensign’s supposed origins. They may not be geniuses, but even they can put together than not all the strange things about the young helmsman can be explained just from his offbeat birthplace.
Teshima composes himself quickly. No one seems to have really paid attention anyway. Miki may have noticed, but everyone else was wrapped up in other things. The captain is still engaged in conversation with Commander Makishima. That doesn’t mean he didn’t notice, of course. Teshima knows all too well that if anyone so much as sneezes on his ship, Kinjou is the type of captain that already knows about it. And if he doesn’t he would like a report about it on his desk by 0800 hours, thank you very much.
Someone, at some point, has probably told Kinjou that captains aren't supposed to go on away missions. Teshima can just about imagine how that conversation went. Kinjou is an old hand, back from the Command Gold days, where the captain always lead their crew on the ground, through whatever came their way, be it diplomacy or firefights. Teshima imagines Kinjou must have been unstoppable in those days. Not that he isn’t now.
Aoyagi thinks something, slightly less than words, about this train of thought. It’s vaguely rude, but also teasing. Teshima does the mental equivalent of glaring at him.
“This is it,” Makishima says up ahead, snapping shut their tricorder. “Main engineering. Looks like the door is sealed.”
“The radiation is stronger here,” Naruko pipes up. “I’m gonna guess something sprung a leak.”
Makishima tests the crack in the door, pulling at it experimentally.
“Do we need to blast it?” Tachibana asks, and Teshima is quite certain there’s a hint of hopefulness in her voice.
Makishima shakes their head. “I don’t think so. We need to try not to damage the ship more than it already is. I think the door is just a little off track. I’m pretty sure I can get it. Maybe with a bit of help. Ensign Onoda?”
“Aye, sir.” Onoda hands off his phaser to Naruko, and joins Makishima at the door. They push and pull at it until eventually it starts giving way.
They must teach super-human strength on Alpha Centauri too, Teshima thinks wryly, to Aoyagi’s amusement.
The two science officers eventually pull the door open, and in the same moment Makishima sways slightly. Kinjou, quick as always, reaches out a hand to steady his friend. “Makishima. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Makishima says, leaning some of his weight against the door jam. “I don’t know what it is, but. I just. Suddenly got really dizzy when the door opened.”
Naruko is already scanning him before anyone can suggest he should. “I’m detecting some anomalous readings in your paracortex.
Makishima laughs bitterly, wiping a hand over their forehead and through their hair. The slightly pointed ears that are usually always covered by the thick hair are visible for just an instant before the hair falls back over them. “There are always anomalous readings in my paracortex, Ensign. One of the perks of being a hybrid.”
Naruko nods. “Right. It could be nothing, but I’d still recommend we proceed with caution.”
Kinjou nods at that, and waves for the rest of the team to move into engineering. He steps to the side, staying close to Makishima. Teshima steps around them and into engineering. The first thing he notices is how oddly pristine the place looks.
The second thing he notices is complete, deafening, silence.
It hits him a moment before he feels the sharp pain like a cold icepick being lodged in his skull. He mentally calls out to Aoyagi, to ask if he’s okay, if he feels it too. And that’s when he realizes why everything is silent.
He can’t hear Aoyagi in his mind.
“Teshima!” he hears Aoyagi shout, and it must startle everyone as much as Teshima, because that seems to be when everyone realizes something is wrong.
“What’s happening?” Kinjou barks.
Naruko shakes his head. “I… I don’t know. Both of their paracortexes are out of whack. I don’t know –”
“There!” Kanzaki shouts. She’s pointing at something up on the ceiling.
“What is it?” Kinjou asks.
“Shoot it,” Kanzaki says, without explanation. “Cut the lines on either side. Low, two second bursts.”
Kinjou doesn’t hesitate in pulling his phaser. Tachibana looks to him and they nod to each other before following Miki’s instructions.
The pain in Teshima’s head lowers to a dull throb. He looks up at Aoyagi, who’s giving him a wide-eyed look as well.
Are you okay? Teshima thinks.
Aoyagi smiles brightly, and Teshima feels the happiness fill his mind as well. Yes!
“You fixed it,” Teshima says aloud. “Or broke it. Whichever.”
“What is that thing?” Tachibana asks.
Makishima is glaring at it openly. “Kanzaki, please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
“I’m afraid it is,” Kanzaki says. “They used to call them brain busters. They’re crude telepathic inhibitors.”
“Crude, but effective,” Makishima says. “Not to mention cruel. These things were outlawed back in the Treaty of Rigel. The only concession Earth made.”
“How come we didn’t notice it until now?” Kinjou asks.
“These were only installed in sensitive areas of the ships, back during the war with the Kzinti Patriarchy,” Kanzaki explains. “They were worried about Kzin telepaths getting access to the ship by mind controlling officers in key positions. Since Kzin are only mid-range telepaths, they would have had to be in the same room for the tactic to be effective.”
“That’s probably why it had a more pronounced effect on Teshima and Aoyagi,” Naruko says. “Miradorns are also mid-range telepaths. But since Vulcans are primarily touch-telepaths, it had a less severe effect on Makishima.”
“I still wouldn’t recommend it,” Makishima mutters.
“But the radiation in this area has gone up,” Naruko says.
Kanzaki nods. “I was afraid of that. The lines I had you fire at were just the lines to the transmitters. Firing at the device itself would be too dangerous, since it’s independently powered. But it’s so old, the shielding might have been compromised a bit just by the nearby phaser fire.”
Naruko is rummaging around his medkit. “Well, I can give inoculations to anyone on the team sticking around for a bit. But I wouldn’t recommend sticking around long.”
Kanzaki frowns, looking at her tricorder readouts. “Well… It could take a while. If we follow procedures.”
“What do you mean?” Teshima asks.
Kanzaki smiles. She shows her tricorder to Aoyagi. Teshima laughs in amusement at the readout. “Don’t you worry, Captain. We’ll have this bucket running in no time.”
“Are you sure?” Kanzaki asks. “I was afraid the telepathic inhibitor might have limited our options.
Aoyagi is nodding before Teshima can even think his questions. Teshima’s grin widens. “We can handle this.”
“What are we talking about here, exactly?” Kinjou asks, looking at Teshima.
“This is a Gemini Class ship. Twinned warp system,” Teshima explains. “They were pretty efficient for their time, but not many of them were ever made because they’re more of a pain than anything. Instead of having a single warp core like modern ships, and even most ships of its’ time, there was basically one core in each nacelle.” He runs a hand along the engineering console, grinning. “Very powerful, but the downside is they’re basically impossible to perform maintenance on outside of dry dock.”
“Why not?” Kinjou asks.
“The twin warp cores can’t fall out of sync by even a millimeter,” Kanzaki says. “If they do, the whole system can collapse. Anything done to one core must be done to the other the exact same way. They used to have to run days and days of tests after any maintenance to make sure that everything was completely the same.” She smiles. “But if we had two officers that are constantly in sync with each other…”
Kinjou’s smirk is just barely there. “Are we sure the telepathic inhibitor won’t cause further issues?”
Kanzaki shakes her head. “I’ll get a few members of my work crew on that to make sure it gets completely disassembled. We’re spread a bit thin, but we can manage. Teshima and Aoyagi will also need at least one other person with them to assist in the repairs, but…”
“We’ll see what we can do to get you more hands,” Kinjou says. “Tachibana, once your security detail is done securing the ship, coordinate with Kanzaki to see what your crew can do to lend a hand.”
Tachibana nods at him before turning away and signaling to her crew.
Kinjou turns to Makishima. “Once Naruko is done handing out inoculations, take him back to the colony. I want both of you working with Tadokoro and the others to get the colony ready for evacuation once we have this ship running.”
“What about you?” Makishima asks.
“I’ve got nothing to do in the colony,” Kinjou says. “I figured I might as well lend a hand.”
Makishima laughs. “You’re getting sick of being cooped up on the bridge all the time?”
Kinou ignores him and turns to Onoda. “Ensign. How do you feel about sticking around and assisting Aoyagi?”
“Aye, sir!” Onoda says with a nod.
Kinjou then turns to Teshima. “If you don’t mind, I’ll assist you in the other nacelle.”
Teshima feels Aoyagi smirking in the back of his mind. “Of course, sir.”
[part 2/2]
Teshima mentally grumbles about the tight space of the vertical Jefferies tube leading up to the nacelle core. He swears it’s much tighter than Federation regulation calls for; but, then again, it isn’t quite a Federation ship. He silently curses the easy time Ensign Onoda must be having with it; Centaurians are typically smaller than your average human.
He’s been humming the whole time we’ve been climbing, Aoyagi confirms. It’s awful.
On the other hand, the only audio accompaniment Teshima has been treated to is the alternating whine of an uncalibrated prosthetic knee. It’s so quiet that you wouldn’t hear it unless you were listening for it. Kinjou has probably gotten so used to it that he tunes it out, but Teshima hears it loud and clear. The captain is way out of date on his regular maintenance.
I could have told you that, Aoyagi replies. He hasn’t been to Engineering about it in an age, and you know he never actually goes to the infirmary about it, like he’s supposed to.
If he keeps going the way he is, he’ll need a replacement in a few months, not just a tune up, Teshima thinks.
I think he should just let us get rid of the whole thing from the knee down, Aoyagi replies. We can replace the whole thing with a prosthetic. Maybe something he’ll really like. Like a phaser rifle for a peg leg.
The mental image Aoyagi thinks up is too much for Teshima and he has to stop climbing for a moment to collect himself. He can’t help the laugh the bubbles up.
“Something amusing, Lieutenant?” Kinjou asks.
Teshima tries to compose himself. “No, sir. Sorry.”
Kinjou hums at this. He knows Kinjou won’t pry.
Teshima coughs. “I was just noticing your knee, sir.”
“My… Oh, of course.” Kinjou shrugs, though it’s easier said than done in the confined space. “Engineering has been busy the past few weeks. I didn’t want to bother anyone.”
“I believe we have a medical staff for this purpose,” Teshima mutters, without thinking.
To Teshima’s relief, Kinjou laughs. “Tadokoro and I have an agreement. I dislike being trapped in the infirmary for any reason, so as long as I keep up regular maintenance on it, I can stay out of sickbay for it.”
“So, how’s that working out for you, then?”
“What Tadokoro doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Teshima can’t help but laugh at this. “Your secret’s safe with me. I’ll tune it up for you when we’re not stuck in here.”
Kinjou is about to say something when the ship lurches around them. Kinjou is the first to hit his comm badge. “Kinjou to Kanzaki. Report.”
“We have a bit of a problem, Captain,” Kanzaki says. “Remember in the initial briefing, I mentioned that the ship' position in the fissure shouldn't cause problems, but as long as we didn’t have any geological disturbances?"
Kinjou doesn’t answer for a beat. “Yes?”
“Well… We have a bit of a problem.”
The ship lurches, and their ears are filled with the sound of straining metal.
"What do we do, Miki?" Kinjou asks.
“Just sit tight for know and we’ll –”
The rest of the sentence is cut off with loud groan and a lurch from the ship worse than before. Teshima wraps his arms around the rungs of the ladder and tries to hold himself steady. “Hold on!”
When the dust settles, Teshima is disoriented in more ways than one. He knows that he has several bumps and bruises, but the only thing he feels with certainty is the feeling of complete and utter silence.
"Aoyagi?" he groans.
"Just me," a voice comes, slightly strained, and it takes Teshima a moment to connect it to the captain.
"Captain," he whispers. "The telepathic inhibitor."
"Back on?" Kinjou asks.
Teshima struggles to nod. "It must have. Somehow it reconnected," he manages to say through the feeling of his brain burning in his skull.
"We'll deal with that when we can," Kinjou says. "For right now, I need you focused, Lieutenant. Can you do that?"
Teshima forces his eyes open. There's a soft orange glow of the emergency light strip, running the length of the the Jefferies tube. At least that wasn't knocked out.
The next thing Teshima notices is that he's lying roughly flat on the ladder. Previously, the Jefferies tube had been going upwards at something slightly steeper than a 45 degree angle. That means the ship definitely tilted when it fell, and now it's lying more or less on it's side. Possibly leaning on the nacelle they're in. He things for a moment what angle that would put Aoyagi's nacelle at. Likely completely vertical, if it hasn't broken or collapsed entirely.
Teshima realises that he's hugging the ladder for dear life, the metal pressing welts into his forearms.
“Lieutenant,” Kinjou barks.
Teshima takes a deep breath of stale air. “Aye, sir. What can I do for you?”
“My leg is caught,” Kinjou says.
Teshima pushes himself up, and tries to look behind himself in the cramped space. He sees Kinjou right behind him, and just past that he can see that part of the Jefferies tube has buckled.
Teshima nods. “Okay. I’m going to climb ahead and see if I can get to the main nacelle bay. There should be room to turn around there, so I can help.”
Teshima can hear the pain in Kinjou’s voice. “Take you time.”
Luckily, the way to the bay is more or less intact. There’s some strained seams that would give Teshima cause for concern, but as things stand he has no time to worry about it. He turns around and starts climbing back down, face first. He knows that the whole thing is level now, so distinctions like “down” don’t mean much, but his mental orientation of the space has already firmly set in place up and down in this space, and now he has to fight the irrational feeling that gravity is going to pull him face down through the rest of the tube.
He gets to Kinjou and takes a closer look at his caught leg. There is a tangle of cables spilling out from the tube, but otherwise nothing heavier. It looks like whatever caused the initial buckling isn’t resting it’s full weight onto Kinjou, which bodes well for both of them.
“If I can raise it a bit, do you think you can crawl free?” Teshima asks.
“I will give it my best try.”
It’s difficult to get the leverage to pull up on the debris. Teshima has to climb over Kinjou and get footing that does interfere with Kinjou’s escape path. Teshima wishes that being a Miradorn meant super-human strength, but sadly their race is fairly average.
Teshima doesn’t bother counting to three or anything else when he pulls up. He just does it and Kinjou takes the hint. Kinjou barely manages to pull himself free before Teshima can’t pull upwards on the broken tube anymore. Teshima lets go with a yelp, not bothering to look at his hands to see the cuts and welts he’s earned.
"Can you make it to the bay?" Teshima asks.
Kinjou grunts. "I'm working on it."
It's a slow trip back up the shaft, but once their in the bay, they at least have space to work with. Teshima looks at Kinjou's leg. It's definitely broken, just below the prosthetic knee.
"I hope you paid attention in your field medic courses in the Academy," Kinjou says.
Teshima nods. "I need to set it. Do you want a three count?"
"No, that just makes it worse."
Teshima nods. Half of his brain is still screaming at the lack of his psychic connection. He needs a distraction and he knows Kinjou does too. "Aoyagi and I were just discussing this leg," he says, bracing one hand behind the knee and the other a bit lower, below the break.
Kinjou grimaces. “Is that a normal topic of conversation?”
“We were just saying how how should go full prosthetic below the knee,” Teshima says. “So, what I’m saying is, if I mess up, we have a backup plan.”
“I feel quite fortunate,” Kinjou says. “What do you have in mind for me then?”
“Aoyagi was thinking a peg leg,” Teshima says. “Like an old Earth pirate.”
“Do Miradorn’s not have their own pirates?” Kinjou asks.
“Not ones with peg legs, as far as I know,” Teshima says.
“Well, then I –” Kinjou is cut off abruptly but Teshima choosing that moment to snap his leg back into place. Kinjou bites down a scream. “That was particularly unkind, Lieutenant.”
“You said giving you warning only makes it worse,” Teshima points out.
Kinjou grimaces. “You’re an awful doctor.”
Teshima tears off the sleeve of his engineering jumpsuit to wrap around the leg. There’s nothing sturdy enough to make a proper splint with – at least nothing that isn’t bolted down – so he hopes the cloth will be enough.
“So, how are you?” Kinjou asks.
“None of my legs are broken,” Teshima replies.
Kinjou hums. “My understanding is that twinned Miradorns can’t be apart for long.”
Teshima shakes his head. “That’s not true. Aoyagi and I spent our first assignments apart. Nearly a year. It wasn’t easy, but…”
Kinjou nods. “I know,” he says. “I didn’t request the two of you until I knew that you could operate independently.”
Teshima’s head whips up at that. “Requested us?”
“Of course,” Kinjou says. “It’s not unusual for the command officer that petitioned a cadet’s entry to eventually request them to serve on their ship.”
Teshima processes this for a bit. With Miradorns not being a member species of the Federation, Aoyagi and he had quite a time trying to get someone to petition their entry. They thought they had struck gold with Tadokoro. It was only later that Teshima realized that Tadokoro’s rank wasn’t technically high enough to petition entry. He figured Tadokoro must have gotten someone to petition on their behalf, but.
“I didn’t…” Teshima isn’t sure what to say to this. “But if you know we can work well enough alone, why are you asking if I’m okay?”
“This is different,” Kinjou says. “Isn’t it?”
Teshima hesitates, but eventually nods. “It’s one thing not to sense him. But when he was on a different assignment, I at least knew he was… okay.”
“Are the two of you actually twins?” Kinjou asks.
Teshima is a bit thrown off by the question, but shakes his head. “All Miradorn twins are twinned, but not all twinned Miradorns are twins, if that makes sense.”
“Are you siblings then?” Kinjou continues. “If not, how did the two of you come to be twinned?”
“I…” Teshima frowns. He realizes what Kinjou is doing. “You’re distracting me.”
“I’m genuinely interested,” Kinjou says. “Despite also trying to distract you.”
Teshima sighs. “Why did you request us? Was it just because Tadokoro insisted?”
“Partially,” Kinjou admits. “I thought you had potential.”
“Both of us, as a unit?” Teshima asks. “Or just one of us?”
Kinjou hums, considering. “I could go into a performance review, I suppose. Probe you for questions about your interest in command, because I know you are. Hint that only one person can sit in a captain’s chair and other harsh truths… But to be honest with you, I’m in quite a bit of pain and I’d like to talk about something else.”
Teshima laughs despite himself. “Alright, fine. The first thing you need to know about Miradorns is that we have to twin before we reach ten, or else we’ll never be able to do it. That’s why most twinned Miradorns are closely related, but…”
It’s a few hours before Teshima hears movement in the Jefferies tube. At first, he assumes the worst; the the whole thing is collapsing in, but then he senses it.
“Aoyagi!” he shouts, but thinks it just as loudly.
Teshima! comes the mental reply.
Kinjou sits up in interest, peering down the tube.
You’re okay? Teshima asks.
I’m fine, Aoyagi thinks. We’re digging you out. Apparently escaping collapsed nacelles is another thing they teach you on Alpha Centauri.
Teshima laughs, covering his face.
“I take it we’re getting rescued?” Kinjou asks.
Teshima nods. “I think we’ll be fine.”