Edge Of The Stars, for Shikako and Shikadai

So in a world where Shikadai doesn’t have five cousins–specifically via his aunt Shikako, that is –he would be the closest thing to a child she ever has. Literally. Siblings are biologically the closest to each other–especially twins, even if they’re not identical–so genetically Shikadai is the closest thing a childless Shikako would have to a descendant.

Which means he might be the closest thing to an heir for her legacy if she doesn’t take on apprentices like Tsunade does. Or maybe a literal heir for all her earthly possessions if she ever does permanently die. (Which, I mean, given her track record, the probability is less than average)

Or maybe it’s something like Shikadai tries to solve the mystery of his missing aunt and thereby becomes her heir (whether he actually finds her or not)?

It’s a lovely title, anon, I’m just not sure what direction to go with this. The only thing I am sure of, though, is that this is NOT within the Stars Also Dream ‘verse, mostly because Shikako herself isn’t so involved in that ‘verse and of Yoshino’s children I’m pretty sure Kinokawa (… or Bant? Eerin? Would SAD!Yoshino still name her youngest child after the Kinokawas if her “real” family was her Jedi Master?) would be the most involved in ~the ways of the Force~.

And, see, this is where the problem of human desire for continuity/patterns arises because this just feels to me like a “Shikako has disappeared (into her Gelel stone) and Shikadai is trying to find her” very early on in the Foundation of Yesterday mythos.

Like. Where yesterday’s post would be about Shikako (and Gaara’s) story millennia in the future, Edge of the Stars would be the immediate aftermath of the jinchuuriki and Shikako going dormant for Kaguya’s possible future revival.

Eh… while I do like it as a story premise, that seems a little lazy to just ride FoY’s coattails.

Maybe it’s a different sci-fi Star series crossover/fusion?

Shikako discovers a Stargate in the depths/remains of the Gelel shrine (on a research mission from Suna) and is flung to the far-reaches of the galaxy where Goa’uld are still strong. She resigns herself to joining the efforts against them only because she figures, so long as she fights them there, they won’t trace back her path and find her home planet and all her loved ones.

Except it’s been years–decades, almost–since she’s disappeared. Most everyone thinks she’s dead. As far as Shikadai is concerned, she may as well be, he’s never actually met her. But both of his parents (and all of his uncles) are certain that she’s still alive somehow.

Does his generation of Team Ten get assigned a basic joint mission with some Sand ninja in a patrol of the Ikioi-En when a sudden lightning storm/earthquake heralds the arrival of Shikako? Or the arrival of an alien army that overwhelms the genin teams, only for a lone figure to strike it down and send it back through the portal in retreat?

… the problem is that I don’t actually know that much about the Stargate franchise.

I know much more about Star Trek, but that’s less conducive to the same “Shikako goes missing/deliberately leaves,” only because the Federation has a Thing about first contact and they wouldn’t just abscond with a person.

And even if it’s not the Federation that she encounters, the other various organizations (depending on which series you’re going with could be Romulan, Klingon, Borg, etc.) aren’t exactly subtle either? They would be BIG NEWS on a planetary scale even if Shikako’s the only one who understands what’s going on.

I think the Stargate one has a more compelling plot.

I mean, even if we don’t want to go with the Ikioi-En setting, we could do an Uzushio version instead? Eh, that’s just trappings, though. What do you think, anon?

Tara’koth (2017-10-24)

In a passage of Surak’s teachings–one infrequently referenced and, thus, lesser known–he wrote of meeting a being who, on the outset, looked like a Vulcan and spoke like a Vulcan and, for all intents and purposes, was a member of the Vulcan race.

Except for how they were not.

This being thus spoke to him and told him of an oncoming era of logic and peace for the planet, of how Surak himself would be the one to bring it into fruition from the fields soaked with war and uncontrollable emotions.

For most Vulcan scholars, the being is presumed to be a metaphor: Surak’s own convictions manifesting as an animate being.

They would be wrong.

On planet Earth, such an incident would harken back to the Old Testament–eerily parallel with certain narratives of prophets meeting with their God.

They would also be wrong…

… but not as much.


She appears from the desert, unkempt and dusted liberally with the red sand of the planet, dark hair chopped unevenly. She does not wear shoes, her robes faded and dirty and far too large, sleeves dangling beyond her fingertips.

The surveyors are on the outskirts of the city, planning future developments in such a way as not to harm the environment, when she happens upon them.

She follows in the footsteps of a massive sehlat, which is alarming. She smiles when she sees them, which is even more alarming.

Vulcan children of her age should have already learned to control their emotions.


The sehlat will not be separated from her. It growls and snarls whenever they try to approach, tusks large and sharp and threatening.

Bulk alone, it is the largest sehlat that the zoologists have ever encountered. There are scars on the sehlat and it is missing part of an ear, a fearsome creature who has not only survived many fights but also won them.

Except for the gentle and almost fond way it brushes against the child, they would consider it completely wild. As it is, they decide not to separate the two.


There are no children currently undertaking their Kahs-wan, nor does she match any of the descriptions for those who failed to be found after the allotted ten days.

Children are precious, this is logical: they are the future of any civilization, and must be protected while they are vulnerable.

That no one can identify this child has progressed through illogical and into concerning.


She does not speak.

She does not know how to speak.

She reaches out, seeking contact, seeking the only means of communication she has. Vulcans are touch-telepaths, but such a method is generally only used amongst family or in dire situations.

This is a dire situation.

But even the healer who accepts her touch cannot understand what it is she is trying to convey. Her thoughts are unorganized, feelings more than words, images of the desert and the night sky and the massive sehlat that are less than helpful.

She has no memory of anything–anyone–else.


A/N: I’ve been rereading some Star Trek fic (as I do) and remembered an ST fic idea I had many moons ago and wanted to return to it for a bit. Maybe I’ll continue it? I dunno…




Random Headcanon: The bit where character A walks into a room and finds character B entangled in some utterly ludicrous situation, and after a long, awkward pause, B calmly states “okay, I can explain” is a popular trope in both human and Vulcan comedy, albeit for totally different reasons.

What would the reason be for Vulcans?

One of the major genres of Vulcan comedy consists of long, complicated explanations or debates establishing that something absurd is, though a series of unlikely contrivances, actually perfectly logical. The moment of comedic catharsis arrives when the audience realises that some seemingly innocuous assumption they’d made about what’s going on is wildly incorrect.

So what you’re saying is, all of Spock’s logs about the bizarre things that happen on the Enterprise is like a one man stand up comedy show

Cross Post: Triptych pilot [incomplete] (2016-08-22)

A/N: So a few years ago, Triptych: Origins was going to be my debut for NaNoWriMo. I had it all outlined and meticulously world built and everything was so exciting all through October. The November 1st hit and I wrote nothing. I choked, I wrote nothing for all of November and utterly failed my first NaNoWriMo.

That’s actually what prompted me to make this blog. I figured I had built it up too high in my head–tried to bite off more than I could chew–but posting something each day no matter how small, well, I could do that.

Anyway, Triptych originally was Star Trek fanfiction which I repurposed into original fiction after writing only this tiny incomplete bit.

original here. dated 2013-08-07.


Oddly enough, zie has more qualifications to lead a team than they do. It’s not that zie’s dumb, is the thing, it’s just that they’re so bloody competent that in comparison hir position as team leader seems superfluous at best. It helps that zie’s the only one of the three to have graduated Command track, though zie diversified enough that zie’s authorized to wear the Science blues and Operations reds as well.

All students are highly encouraged to diversify, just another change in the Academy post-Nero so that personnel can be rearranged depending on the situation (and casualties). Edmundo is technically listed as a Science officer, astrophysics in particular, though he is also in Operations as an engineering physicist; the administrators tend to use him in either division interchangeably so he’ll often be the only blue shirt in a room of red. Br’Joci, in comparison, is inarguably an Operations officer–dual specialties, Communications and Security–who decided to also take the psychology track and happened to complete enough courses to wear Science blues if she wanted (she doesn’t).

The first introductory psychology class was actually where zie met Br’Joci, and where hir own Science track qualifications come from (hir Operations specialty is tactics, which zie was surprisingly good at factoring the striclty passive culture zie was raised in). Edmundo, zie met after they had all graduated and been assigned to the Enterprise, him as a dual-division idiot who kept inventing (and exploding) unapproved weapons for the hell of it and hir as the unfortunate yeoman tasked with figuring out whom the subsequent report would go to and how best to phrase it to appease their superior officers.

Luckily for them both, the Enterprise is populated with similarly destructive genii so neither Commander Spock nor Chief Engineer Scott particularly mind. And though Br’Joci’s fascination with weaponry quickly bound the three of them together in some kind of violent, sarcastic brotherhood, the number of incidents (and reports) resulting in damage to someone or something only increased. While they aren’t quite at the chaos level to register on Doctor McCoy’s (frightening) radar, Nurse Chapel’s glare whenever one of them (unfairly, typically hir) lands in med-bay is intimidating enough.

Considering such an incident happened just last week, zie’s rather confused by why they’ve been chosen for an away mission that zie’s pretty sure is definitely above hir ability to lead.