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[NOTE: This piece of flash fiction should be considered fan fiction. All rights to their respective owners.]
All things considered, the afternoon’s activities had been relatively uneventful. For what it was worth, the whole of today was ironically ordinary. Even though Tyson Bishop had traveled far to reach this world, the raccoon was still standing on American soil. This Pennsylvania was not the same Pennsylvania he’d likely come to expect back home. Everything appeared the same, but there were subtle variations everywhere he looked that confirmed the difference separating his world from this comparable parallel. This separation was no more apparent than here at the campus of Gemini University. More specifically, Tyson was able to brush aside any sense of existential incongruity for the most part until they toured the Department of Paranormal Studies. However, what made the experience for him wasn’t the act of discovering a whole new world. No, what made this episode special were the people he met by chance. Here inside the laboratory space of the Starfire Agency, the raccoon had found himself involved in simple pleasantries. Regardless of the new locale, the scene and scenario were surprisingly conventional.
“Oh, so there are a lot of movies, too? Apart from all the TV shows, I mean?” the raccoon inquired.
“You kidding? There’s like—what—more than a dozen of ‘em by now? Honestly, it doesn’t help much in your case that they stopped using Roman numerals after a while,” said the wolf, his infectious enthusiasm stirring the conversation.”
“No joke? That’s crazy! And they’ve been making them for more than thirty years? I’m sure a couple of them have to be good, right?”
“Well, for the longest time, Tyson,” the cheetah coolly explicated, “the rule of thumb has been that only the even-numbered movies were worth watching, but that rule doesn’t really apply so much these days.”
“Yeah, you can’t say that rule still works for the newer stuff though. I mean, sure, the graphics are better, but it’s not really SpaceQuest. It pretty much feels like an in-name-only type thing,” Denver shrugged.
“I’m inclined to agree with Denver here. The new movies don’t really follow established canon, and they’re not as cerebral or thought-provoking as what came before,” Alex added.
“Things just weren’t the same after the reboot. Now they’re pretty much just generic action movies.” There was a brief pause as a large smile reemerged. “Ones that look pretty cool, anyway.”
“Tucker. Rachel. May I borrow you both a for a moment? We have a problem.”
Gavin Miles, the Agency’s student advisor, up until now, had busied himself with a multitude of tasks in front of his computer screen. The current commotion had not deterred the cacomistle from his work. In fact, he paid Tyson little mind as the students socialized with the new arrival. It wasn’t until his deliberation was broken by the distracting, portentous sound of an alarm shrieking near his keyboard that the ringtail cat took notice.
“Sure, Gavin,” the fox agreed, pivoting around to face the ringtail cat with a concerned look. “What is it?”
His friend Rachel, the white tiger, at first, lingered near the others, but drew closer to Tucker as the cacomistle sprung from his seat and walked toward them with a small black gadget grasped in hand. All three had been so distracted by this recent turn of events, that none of them yet detected a swift chill near the back of the lab which had followed the sudden change in air pressure.
“For about a minute or so, my EMF detector has been acting erratically,” Gavin elucidated, presenting the gadget for inspection. “Normally, as you know, readings on campus won’t typically rise above 1.0 milliGauss. That’s about the average. However, as you can see here—”
“5.5? Gavin, that can’t be right. These levels are dangerous,” Tucker stated in disbelief, beholding the small device with wide, incredulous eyes. "I’ve never seen them this high even near the microwave relay.”
“Precisely. And it’s still climbing at a steady pace, too. That’s what frightens me. This could pose a serious health risk if these readings are accurate. They've been steadily rising for about a minute now with no sign of receding.”
“Maybe it’s just the one,” Rachel argued, trying to diffuse the tension. Pointing down at it, she asked, “Have you tried using another detector, too? Maybe this one’s broken.”
“Good thinking, Rachel.” With this said, the cacomistle pulled a wristwatch from his front pocket. He held the watch in his right hand as he compared it with the other device held firmly in his left. “But the radiation readings on my watch here and this EMF detector are virtually identical. So, it’s safe to say we can rule out mechanical error, at least, for the time being.”
As both appliances beeped with alarming and resounding repetition, the three of them grew warier. Tucker and Rachel exchanged troubled glances as the wall behind them was becoming consumed with a thick blanket of swirling black smoke. Miniscule arcs of red-tinted electricity restlessly crackled within the menacing miasma as it billowed in size.
“But hey, we can talk more about this stuff later. But since you’re here, Alex and I will show you around. We’ve got time,” the wolf proposed. “There’s more to Gemini than just this room, y’know, and it’ll give us more time to figure out which rock you’ve been hiding under all this time and where to find it.”
“I’ll tell you right now,” the raccoon countered with a light chuckle. “I won’t keep it a secret. Like I said, I’m from Iowa. Nothing too special. Just flyover country.”
“Not to say we think you’re lying,” the cheetah teased, “but it will give us more of an excuse to get to know each other a little better. Perish the thought, I know.”
“What could this all mean, you think?” the white tiger asked with mounting unease.
“The simplest answer is usually the correct answer in such cases.”
“Well,” the ringtail cat began, pondering aloud, “the answer could amount to any number of possibilities. Interference from a local power source. Magnetic anomalies. Of course, there’s always the chance of paranormal acti—”
At this very moment, the cacomistle had looked up from the small black device and witnessed a sight which left him speechless. Just then, a tall figure surfaced from the wall near the back of the lab. Arriving from a foreboding mass of sentient darkness, a stoat with a long black overcoat walked through a wall as if striding pass an open door. From where Gavin stood, he appeared ordinary enough in his casual attire. The stoat even seemed to be around the same age as most other students on campus, but the stranger’s ostensibly average appearance only served to underscore this unsettling presence. In spite of this façade, this person—this creature—was a world away from ordinary.
“Tyson,” the demon asked upon emerging from the ominous cloud of black smoke, “who are these people?”
As the tall stoat strode confidently into the room, Tyson emphatically motioned him inside the small space.
“Oh, Trace. There you are! You’re just in time! Come in. I’d like you to meet my new friends.”
I just want to take the time to thank
aerokat for all her hard work and effort. I know I say that all the time, but I really mean that. I'm incredibly glad to have my two characters interact with the Starfire Agency from their eponymous comic. I was incredibly excited to see this piece since the story featuring Tyson and Trace as main characters was, among other media, greatly inspired by the Starfire Agency. In other words, having them meet this way was a truly wonderful moment! For this commission, and all the rest, I'm very grateful.
If you'd like to see more of her art, check out her gallery here for more great examples!
Also, if you're at all interested in supporting her Patreon, you can learn more by clicking on the link below:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix/posts
art is © aerokat
Tyson Bishop and Trace Rourke are ©
nazcapilot
Denver Laney, Alex Maddock, Tucker Williams, Rachel Gibbons and Gavin Miles are © aerokat
All things considered, the afternoon’s activities had been relatively uneventful. For what it was worth, the whole of today was ironically ordinary. Even though Tyson Bishop had traveled far to reach this world, the raccoon was still standing on American soil. This Pennsylvania was not the same Pennsylvania he’d likely come to expect back home. Everything appeared the same, but there were subtle variations everywhere he looked that confirmed the difference separating his world from this comparable parallel. This separation was no more apparent than here at the campus of Gemini University. More specifically, Tyson was able to brush aside any sense of existential incongruity for the most part until they toured the Department of Paranormal Studies. However, what made the experience for him wasn’t the act of discovering a whole new world. No, what made this episode special were the people he met by chance. Here inside the laboratory space of the Starfire Agency, the raccoon had found himself involved in simple pleasantries. Regardless of the new locale, the scene and scenario were surprisingly conventional.
“Oh, so there are a lot of movies, too? Apart from all the TV shows, I mean?” the raccoon inquired.
“You kidding? There’s like—what—more than a dozen of ‘em by now? Honestly, it doesn’t help much in your case that they stopped using Roman numerals after a while,” said the wolf, his infectious enthusiasm stirring the conversation.”
“No joke? That’s crazy! And they’ve been making them for more than thirty years? I’m sure a couple of them have to be good, right?”
“Well, for the longest time, Tyson,” the cheetah coolly explicated, “the rule of thumb has been that only the even-numbered movies were worth watching, but that rule doesn’t really apply so much these days.”
“Yeah, you can’t say that rule still works for the newer stuff though. I mean, sure, the graphics are better, but it’s not really SpaceQuest. It pretty much feels like an in-name-only type thing,” Denver shrugged.
“I’m inclined to agree with Denver here. The new movies don’t really follow established canon, and they’re not as cerebral or thought-provoking as what came before,” Alex added.
“Things just weren’t the same after the reboot. Now they’re pretty much just generic action movies.” There was a brief pause as a large smile reemerged. “Ones that look pretty cool, anyway.”
“Tucker. Rachel. May I borrow you both a for a moment? We have a problem.”
Gavin Miles, the Agency’s student advisor, up until now, had busied himself with a multitude of tasks in front of his computer screen. The current commotion had not deterred the cacomistle from his work. In fact, he paid Tyson little mind as the students socialized with the new arrival. It wasn’t until his deliberation was broken by the distracting, portentous sound of an alarm shrieking near his keyboard that the ringtail cat took notice.
“Sure, Gavin,” the fox agreed, pivoting around to face the ringtail cat with a concerned look. “What is it?”
His friend Rachel, the white tiger, at first, lingered near the others, but drew closer to Tucker as the cacomistle sprung from his seat and walked toward them with a small black gadget grasped in hand. All three had been so distracted by this recent turn of events, that none of them yet detected a swift chill near the back of the lab which had followed the sudden change in air pressure.
“For about a minute or so, my EMF detector has been acting erratically,” Gavin elucidated, presenting the gadget for inspection. “Normally, as you know, readings on campus won’t typically rise above 1.0 milliGauss. That’s about the average. However, as you can see here—”
“5.5? Gavin, that can’t be right. These levels are dangerous,” Tucker stated in disbelief, beholding the small device with wide, incredulous eyes. "I’ve never seen them this high even near the microwave relay.”
“Precisely. And it’s still climbing at a steady pace, too. That’s what frightens me. This could pose a serious health risk if these readings are accurate. They've been steadily rising for about a minute now with no sign of receding.”
“Maybe it’s just the one,” Rachel argued, trying to diffuse the tension. Pointing down at it, she asked, “Have you tried using another detector, too? Maybe this one’s broken.”
“Good thinking, Rachel.” With this said, the cacomistle pulled a wristwatch from his front pocket. He held the watch in his right hand as he compared it with the other device held firmly in his left. “But the radiation readings on my watch here and this EMF detector are virtually identical. So, it’s safe to say we can rule out mechanical error, at least, for the time being.”
As both appliances beeped with alarming and resounding repetition, the three of them grew warier. Tucker and Rachel exchanged troubled glances as the wall behind them was becoming consumed with a thick blanket of swirling black smoke. Miniscule arcs of red-tinted electricity restlessly crackled within the menacing miasma as it billowed in size.
“But hey, we can talk more about this stuff later. But since you’re here, Alex and I will show you around. We’ve got time,” the wolf proposed. “There’s more to Gemini than just this room, y’know, and it’ll give us more time to figure out which rock you’ve been hiding under all this time and where to find it.”
“I’ll tell you right now,” the raccoon countered with a light chuckle. “I won’t keep it a secret. Like I said, I’m from Iowa. Nothing too special. Just flyover country.”
“Not to say we think you’re lying,” the cheetah teased, “but it will give us more of an excuse to get to know each other a little better. Perish the thought, I know.”
“What could this all mean, you think?” the white tiger asked with mounting unease.
“The simplest answer is usually the correct answer in such cases.”
“Well,” the ringtail cat began, pondering aloud, “the answer could amount to any number of possibilities. Interference from a local power source. Magnetic anomalies. Of course, there’s always the chance of paranormal acti—”
At this very moment, the cacomistle had looked up from the small black device and witnessed a sight which left him speechless. Just then, a tall figure surfaced from the wall near the back of the lab. Arriving from a foreboding mass of sentient darkness, a stoat with a long black overcoat walked through a wall as if striding pass an open door. From where Gavin stood, he appeared ordinary enough in his casual attire. The stoat even seemed to be around the same age as most other students on campus, but the stranger’s ostensibly average appearance only served to underscore this unsettling presence. In spite of this façade, this person—this creature—was a world away from ordinary.
“Tyson,” the demon asked upon emerging from the ominous cloud of black smoke, “who are these people?”
As the tall stoat strode confidently into the room, Tyson emphatically motioned him inside the small space.
“Oh, Trace. There you are! You’re just in time! Come in. I’d like you to meet my new friends.”
I just want to take the time to thank
aerokat for all her hard work and effort. I know I say that all the time, but I really mean that. I'm incredibly glad to have my two characters interact with the Starfire Agency from their eponymous comic. I was incredibly excited to see this piece since the story featuring Tyson and Trace as main characters was, among other media, greatly inspired by the Starfire Agency. In other words, having them meet this way was a truly wonderful moment! For this commission, and all the rest, I'm very grateful. If you'd like to see more of her art, check out her gallery here for more great examples!
Also, if you're at all interested in supporting her Patreon, you can learn more by clicking on the link below:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix/posts
art is ©
aerokatTyson Bishop and Trace Rourke are ©
nazcapilot Denver Laney, Alex Maddock, Tucker Williams, Rachel Gibbons and Gavin Miles are ©
aerokat
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 791 x 629px
File Size 487.3 kB
Listed in Folders
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2. I don't know. I want to be open-minded to new experiences. That's why I don't want to assume all dark and scary things are straight up evil. Dark is not always evil, and light's not always good. That sort of thing, y'know? On an especially bright and sunny day, I might welcome a mass of sentient darkness to provide me with shade. You can't judge a book by its cover. Unless it's The Necronomicon, and said book is bound with human skin. At which point, feel free to judge to your heart's content.
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