isockenstein ([personal profile] isockenstein) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2025-04-22 02:25 pm

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the space opera (au?) meme


Space Opera refers to works set in a spacefaring civilization, usually set in the far future or A Long Time Ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away.... Technology is ubiquitous and secondary to the story. Space opera has an epic character to it: the universe is big, there are usually many sprawling civilizations and empires, there are political conflicts and intrigue.




Prompts


1. Slice of Spacefaring Life
It's life, but on a spaceship! An interstellar journey could take hundreds of years, so you have some time to relax and take it easy. Do a little aeroponic gardening, enjoy stargazing from the bar, or immerse yourself in studying the latest nebula you're passing through.

2. R&R
After being cooped up for days, weeks, or years, you and the crew are finally sliding into the nearest space station, colony, or commercial hub for a little break. Enjoy shopping, restaurants, and resorts!

3. Space Piracy
You're a bit of a rogue, but you like the independent life cruising among the stars and taking whatever you can find. It's only a crime if you get caught, right?

4. Space Military
Perhaps you're on the opposite end of the spectrum, and you prefer tight-laced uniforms and adherence to regulation. Enjoy political intrigue, internal and external strife, morally dubious empire building, and mecha battles!

5. Sleeper Ship
You're on a very long journey, so long that most if not all of the crew have been put on ice for the trip. Whether by accident or design, you're awake - is anyone else up?

6. Emergency!
Something has gone wrong! Your colony is under attack, or maybe the hull of your ship has been blown out by a passing asteroid. Can you repair the warp drive in time?!

7. Arrival
At long last, solid ground! Get out there, it's a brand new (or new to you) planet or colony to explore! Maybe even a new species to meet or civilization to study. You're not wearing a red shirt, are you?

8. Intergalactic Bar
Your standard hive of scum and villainy.

9. Space Brothel
What it says on the tin. Get your xeno on!

10. Wildcard
Anything goes!


wendypleakley: (Default)

Agent Pleakley | Lilo and Stitch | OTA

[personal profile] wendypleakley 2025-04-22 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Normally my Pleakley is post-canon, but this seems like the perfect prompt for a pre-canon Pleakley. Relevant links: here and here.]
Edited 2025-04-22 19:59 (UTC)
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davy jones | original character | ota

[personal profile] blacktideking 2025-04-22 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Space Piracy
The hull creaks like it remembers oceans, even though it's only ever known vacuum. Davy leans back in the captain’s chair—his chair, thank you—with one leg slung over the arm and a glass of something radioactive and probably illegal resting on his knee. Outside the viewport, a gas giant spins in slow, solemn glory, and just behind it?

A ship with more fuel than sense, drifting too close to his claimed corridor.

He toggles the comms with the kind of lazy grace that should worry anyone who’s dealt with him twice. His voice purrs into the static like it’s been waiting there all along.

“Hullo, darlings. Looks like you’ve wandered into my little patch of the stars. Now, I’m not unreasonable—if you’d be so kind as to drop your shields and open your cargo hold, we can call this an even exchange of fate and fortune.”

A beat. Then, smiling:

“If you don’t, I’m afraid I’ll have to come aboard… and I do so love to make an entrance.”

Arrival
The moment his boots touch soil, Davy sighs like he’s just slipped into a lover’s arms.

The air here is thick with spice and static—new world scent, ripe with ozone and pollen from plants that hiss when you brush too close. Twin suns hang low on the horizon, and the ground beneath him hums faintly with magnetic charge. It isn’t quite alive, but it’s listening.

He pulls off his gloves, flexes his fingers, and smiles like a man about to do something terribly improper.

“Now this,” he murmurs, stepping forward into the unknown, “feels promising.”

He glances over his shoulder, coat catching in the wind, eyes glittering like a storm on the cusp of spilling.

“Anyone care to make first contact with me? I promise to be very diplomatic.”
reorienting: (I am gonna be the one)

I had to. Space Piracy. Arrival was super tempting, though.

[personal profile] reorienting 2025-04-23 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
He drifts, rests, autopilot on to take him en route to another place to rest on solid ground. Sleep comes in waves when it's not eluding him, but when the comms hum to life with a strange voice, he's immediately alert, roused like a cat from resting its eyes.

The Morpho has its own modest weaponry, though he wouldn't be surprised if it somehow jammed from lack of use. The comms on Glenn's side crackle with distinct age and disuse when he enables his end to speak back. A quiet yawn is heard before a low, very slightly boyish voice speaks in distinct monotone.

"You will do neither. If you have good sense, you will leave me be to pass by."
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Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

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Rey | Star Wars | OTA

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