Drabble Fics
Prompt:
Lost In Translation
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Lost In Translation
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
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"Lost in Translation Drabble"
by Zejan
"To Build a Better Robeast"
by Mylari
"Lost in Translation Drabble"
by KittyCaro
by Zejan
"To Build a Better Robeast"
by Mylari
"Lost in Translation Drabble"
by KittyCaro
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Drabble Fic for Lost in Translation
Word/Theme: Lost in Translation
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Caroline, Lynne, Dunkirk and Alan are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
Word/Theme: Lost in Translation
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Caroline, Lynne, Dunkirk and Alan are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
What a spectacular treat! Zejan drew panels to go along with her Drabble!!
Here's the text version of Zejan's Drabble!
Keith: Hey, Caroline? A little help here?
KC: Well, I have to take this translation to the Princess, but I can stop for a moment. What do you need?
Keith: I'm trying to decide whether to send Blue Lion or Yellow Lion out on a mission. Sven and Dunkirk are in a disagreement about it, and I can't understand a thing they're saying. Could you take a moment to listen in for me?
KC: Sven and Dunkirk? Okay, just let me find Lynne and Alan. They can help.
Keith: Lynne and Alan...?
KC: Lynne speaks Swedish and Alan understands Dunkirk. It'll be fine. Trust me.
Keith: Okay, sounds good.
[Later...Keith has Dunkirk, Alan, Lynne and Sven gathered together for the meeting]
Keith: Okay, so...as we discussed earlier, I plan to send either Yellow or Blue Lion out for this task. I'd like for you two to give me some feedback on which one you feel is more suited to the job...Dunkirk? You go first.
Dunkirk: Captain, I'll have t' say that Yellow Lion is a hantle up for th' mission, an' anyone who says nae is talkin' pish.
Alan: Yellow Lion is best suited for the job. Any other argument is invalid.
Sven: Skita i det - der Blue Lion är bäst för jobbet, och du kan dra åt skogen.
Lynne: Forget that - the Blue Lion is best for the job and you can get lost.
Dunkirk: Yer arse and parsley. Go take a runnin' f**k at a rollin' doughnut, ye bampot...!
Alan: Your claim is unlikely. I'm not persuaded of your argument, you nutcase.
Sven: Nu har de skitit i det blå skåpet, nu är det krig!
Lynne: Now you've done it, this is war!
Dunkirk: Hoot are ye talkin aboot? Fancy a doin', ye slickert wee bastard?
Alan: Say what? Would you care for a beating, Sir?
Sven: Dra til helvete.
Lynne [smugly]: Go to hell.
Alan: Wait - what are you telling me to go to hell for?
Lynne: It wasn't meant for you, it was for Dunkirk!
Alan: Then why were you looking at me when you said it?
Lynne: You're his translator and you're standing right there - what did you expect?
Alan: I expected better behavior from a librarian, for starters.
Lynne: Don't talk to me about manners after telling me to go hump a donut...!
Alan: That was what Dunkirk said, not me!
Lynne: And I bet you agree with him, don't you?
Alan: I do not! Don't put words in my mouth!
Lynne: I'm translating - that's my job!
Dunkirk [to Sven]: What are they gettin' all up an' about for...?
Sven [shrugs]: Jag vet inte.
Dunkirk: Fancy a tilt back?
Sven: Ja.
[They walk away. Alan and Lynne are still arguing.]
Lynne: That suit is a cheap knock-off and your tie isn't real silk!
Alan: I bet you bend the corners of book pages to mark your place...!
Keith [covers his face with a hand]: I have stress.
KC: Well, I have to take this translation to the Princess, but I can stop for a moment. What do you need?
Keith: I'm trying to decide whether to send Blue Lion or Yellow Lion out on a mission. Sven and Dunkirk are in a disagreement about it, and I can't understand a thing they're saying. Could you take a moment to listen in for me?
KC: Sven and Dunkirk? Okay, just let me find Lynne and Alan. They can help.
Keith: Lynne and Alan...?
KC: Lynne speaks Swedish and Alan understands Dunkirk. It'll be fine. Trust me.
Keith: Okay, sounds good.
[Later...Keith has Dunkirk, Alan, Lynne and Sven gathered together for the meeting]
Keith: Okay, so...as we discussed earlier, I plan to send either Yellow or Blue Lion out for this task. I'd like for you two to give me some feedback on which one you feel is more suited to the job...Dunkirk? You go first.
Dunkirk: Captain, I'll have t' say that Yellow Lion is a hantle up for th' mission, an' anyone who says nae is talkin' pish.
Alan: Yellow Lion is best suited for the job. Any other argument is invalid.
Sven: Skita i det - der Blue Lion är bäst för jobbet, och du kan dra åt skogen.
Lynne: Forget that - the Blue Lion is best for the job and you can get lost.
Dunkirk: Yer arse and parsley. Go take a runnin' f**k at a rollin' doughnut, ye bampot...!
Alan: Your claim is unlikely. I'm not persuaded of your argument, you nutcase.
Sven: Nu har de skitit i det blå skåpet, nu är det krig!
Lynne: Now you've done it, this is war!
Dunkirk: Hoot are ye talkin aboot? Fancy a doin', ye slickert wee bastard?
Alan: Say what? Would you care for a beating, Sir?
Sven: Dra til helvete.
Lynne [smugly]: Go to hell.
Alan: Wait - what are you telling me to go to hell for?
Lynne: It wasn't meant for you, it was for Dunkirk!
Alan: Then why were you looking at me when you said it?
Lynne: You're his translator and you're standing right there - what did you expect?
Alan: I expected better behavior from a librarian, for starters.
Lynne: Don't talk to me about manners after telling me to go hump a donut...!
Alan: That was what Dunkirk said, not me!
Lynne: And I bet you agree with him, don't you?
Alan: I do not! Don't put words in my mouth!
Lynne: I'm translating - that's my job!
Dunkirk [to Sven]: What are they gettin' all up an' about for...?
Sven [shrugs]: Jag vet inte.
Dunkirk: Fancy a tilt back?
Sven: Ja.
[They walk away. Alan and Lynne are still arguing.]
Lynne: That suit is a cheap knock-off and your tie isn't real silk!
Alan: I bet you bend the corners of book pages to mark your place...!
Keith [covers his face with a hand]: I have stress.
~*~
To Build a Better Robeast
Word/Theme: Lost in Translation
Word Count: 495
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Word/Theme: Lost in Translation
Word Count: 495
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Alarms blared throughout the palace, summoning the Voltron Force to Castle Control. Keith skidded to a halt beside the command center, turning to face Coran as he did. "What's going on?" he demanded bluntly.
"Attack!" the advisor responded, pointing to the viewscreen. He pressed a few buttons on the console and the entire platform lifted to reveal the entrances to the tunnels. In near unison, the five members of the Voltron Force raced to their assigned portals and the Lions waiting beyond.
Within moments they were in flight, speeding to intercept the invader. They spread out, forming an airborne blockade over the countryside. The coffin-ship closed the distance, opening to disgorge a robeast as it neared the felines waiting to meet it.
Keith sat in the command seat of Black Lion, blinking at the scene on the viewscreen before him. He reached up, rubbed his eyes with gloved fists, and slowly opened them only to see the same unbelievable image. He stared for a few seconds before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. The sounds of four other voices chuckling, giggling, snorting, and guffawing joined with his.
"Attack!" the advisor responded, pointing to the viewscreen. He pressed a few buttons on the console and the entire platform lifted to reveal the entrances to the tunnels. In near unison, the five members of the Voltron Force raced to their assigned portals and the Lions waiting beyond.
Within moments they were in flight, speeding to intercept the invader. They spread out, forming an airborne blockade over the countryside. The coffin-ship closed the distance, opening to disgorge a robeast as it neared the felines waiting to meet it.
Keith sat in the command seat of Black Lion, blinking at the scene on the viewscreen before him. He reached up, rubbed his eyes with gloved fists, and slowly opened them only to see the same unbelievable image. He stared for a few seconds before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. The sounds of four other voices chuckling, giggling, snorting, and guffawing joined with his.
~*~*~*~
Lotor stood on command deck of his battle cruiser, the witch Hagar by his side. His eyes narrowed angrily as he watched the five lions rolling on the ground, bellies exposed, feet twitching in the air. He could practically hear the sounds of snickering filtering across the clearing. When a low growl found its way from between his clenched teeth, the witch took a step sideways in an attempt to distance herself from his growing anger.
As they stood watching, the creature paced before the helpless cats, bellowing loudly, arms raised menacingly. This just caused the five Voltron Lions to roll around looking even more amused than before. After a few minutes of this behavior from everyone in the meadow, the Red Lion managed to regain its footing, shaking its head slowly back and forth before letting loose a burst of flame. The fire reached the big, white humanoid causing it to bubble and blacken before collapsing into a pile of gooey melted sludge.
Task completed, Red Lion dropped back to the ground and joined his companions where they lay in the grass. Occasionally, one feline head would rise up, peer at the steaming, charred mass, and then fall back in a fit of hysterics.
As they stood watching, the creature paced before the helpless cats, bellowing loudly, arms raised menacingly. This just caused the five Voltron Lions to roll around looking even more amused than before. After a few minutes of this behavior from everyone in the meadow, the Red Lion managed to regain its footing, shaking its head slowly back and forth before letting loose a burst of flame. The fire reached the big, white humanoid causing it to bubble and blacken before collapsing into a pile of gooey melted sludge.
Task completed, Red Lion dropped back to the ground and joined his companions where they lay in the grass. Occasionally, one feline head would rise up, peer at the steaming, charred mass, and then fall back in a fit of hysterics.
~*~*~*~
Eyes glued to the viewscreen, Lotor growled again before turning to pin Hagar with a menacing glare. "A marshmallow man? You thought a marshmallow robeast would defeat the Voltron Force?"
"Of course not, Prince Lotor. Obviously something was lost in translation. Some of those old spell books can be almost impossible to read," she simpered, backing away from the enraged man facing her. The witch laughed nervously as she continued her retreat, quickly reaching the door and slipping through it.
Lotor stood, staring at the portal before turning back to the viewscreen, vowing that next time he would be successful in defeating the Voltron Force.
"Of course not, Prince Lotor. Obviously something was lost in translation. Some of those old spell books can be almost impossible to read," she simpered, backing away from the enraged man facing her. The witch laughed nervously as she continued her retreat, quickly reaching the door and slipping through it.
Lotor stood, staring at the portal before turning back to the viewscreen, vowing that next time he would be successful in defeating the Voltron Force.
~*~
DRABBLE USING "LOST IN TRANSLATION"
Word/Theme: Lost in Translation
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Author's Note: Love quote by Chilean poet Gabriela Mistral
Word/Theme: Lost in Translation
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Author's Note: Love quote by Chilean poet Gabriela Mistral
Allura was standing before Keith's door, her courage suddenly faltering. Keith had always valued his privacy, but she needed to know about his secret project.
She quickly punched the password before she lost her nerve. The door opened with a hiss. Picking up her small flashlight, she walked in the direction of the desk. Or at least where she thought it was.
Her shin found it first, banging into a thick leg. Mumbling, she bent over and rubbed at was no doubt going to be a bruise. Moving more carefully, she felt around the chair and lowered the light at what Keith had been working on.
"What language is this?"
Keith stepped into the long, wide corridor. He was exhausted, tired of fighting. His side still ached where Lotor's sword had slid into his muscles, but more than his body, his soul ached. Listening to the evil prince's words had been much like immersing himself in pure evil.
Allura. He needed her after the ugly discoveries he had made. He needed her love, her tenderness. But her gift wasn't ready.
Meanwhile the princess leaned farther over the table, taking in a wealth of old Terran quotes-
Blinding light erupted in the room. She gasped and wheeled around.
"Step away, please."
That hurt. "Why don't you want me to see it?"
"It's private," he replied as he shuffled to hide what he had been writing.
Allura sat down on the sofa, and gently patted the place next to her. "You look exhausted, why don't you sit down?"
He sank down next to her.
"Keith, talk to me," she pleaded, gazing at the pale face that turned to seek her gaze.
Then he smiled. "I have it."
"Excuse me?"
Allura watched as he grabbed pencil and paper and began writing in earnest.
"There. I've finished transcribing a love quote by Gabriela Mistral. At least, I believe it wasn't lost in translation. Do you want to hear it?"
"Of course."
"Love is patient, it is kind.
It never envies, and neither boasts, it isn't proud.
It is not indecent, neither selfish nor interested.
It doesn't get angry easily, it doesn't usually remember mistakes,
Love doesn't take pleasure with evil but rejoices with truth.
Love always protects, trusts always, it always hopes, and never surrenders.
Love never fails."
"Well," she said, her eyes gazing deeply into his. "Well," she said again, taking his serious face between her hands. "That was beautiful." Her hands moved from his cheeks to the back of his neck as she leaned close and pressed butterfly-light kisses upon his face and throat, leaving him aching for more.
"Allura," he moaned when her lips had touched his too quickly to satiate his burning desire. His eyes darkened as he looked at her slowly, blushing faintly, his pulse racing beneath her fingers. "I love you."
"And I love you," she whispered against his mouth, enjoying the hard demand of his kisses, giving herself entirely, safely in the knowledge of his love.
She quickly punched the password before she lost her nerve. The door opened with a hiss. Picking up her small flashlight, she walked in the direction of the desk. Or at least where she thought it was.
Her shin found it first, banging into a thick leg. Mumbling, she bent over and rubbed at was no doubt going to be a bruise. Moving more carefully, she felt around the chair and lowered the light at what Keith had been working on.
"What language is this?"
Keith stepped into the long, wide corridor. He was exhausted, tired of fighting. His side still ached where Lotor's sword had slid into his muscles, but more than his body, his soul ached. Listening to the evil prince's words had been much like immersing himself in pure evil.
Allura. He needed her after the ugly discoveries he had made. He needed her love, her tenderness. But her gift wasn't ready.
Meanwhile the princess leaned farther over the table, taking in a wealth of old Terran quotes-
Blinding light erupted in the room. She gasped and wheeled around.
"Step away, please."
That hurt. "Why don't you want me to see it?"
"It's private," he replied as he shuffled to hide what he had been writing.
Allura sat down on the sofa, and gently patted the place next to her. "You look exhausted, why don't you sit down?"
He sank down next to her.
"Keith, talk to me," she pleaded, gazing at the pale face that turned to seek her gaze.
Then he smiled. "I have it."
"Excuse me?"
Allura watched as he grabbed pencil and paper and began writing in earnest.
"There. I've finished transcribing a love quote by Gabriela Mistral. At least, I believe it wasn't lost in translation. Do you want to hear it?"
"Of course."
"Love is patient, it is kind.
It never envies, and neither boasts, it isn't proud.
It is not indecent, neither selfish nor interested.
It doesn't get angry easily, it doesn't usually remember mistakes,
Love doesn't take pleasure with evil but rejoices with truth.
Love always protects, trusts always, it always hopes, and never surrenders.
Love never fails."
"Well," she said, her eyes gazing deeply into his. "Well," she said again, taking his serious face between her hands. "That was beautiful." Her hands moved from his cheeks to the back of his neck as she leaned close and pressed butterfly-light kisses upon his face and throat, leaving him aching for more.
"Allura," he moaned when her lips had touched his too quickly to satiate his burning desire. His eyes darkened as he looked at her slowly, blushing faintly, his pulse racing beneath her fingers. "I love you."
"And I love you," she whispered against his mouth, enjoying the hard demand of his kisses, giving herself entirely, safely in the knowledge of his love.
Hmm... It looks like we might be missing a couple of Drabble fics...
*KS looks confused and scratches behind one red kitty ear*
I do believe the Drabbles are missing for both KS and KL! *gasps*
What could this mean??? Maybe...maybe they just got confused, or forgot... Maybe they...
O_O
Maybe they have the cooties!! Oh no... Poor Kitties may even have to have some sort of bath - or be dipped! *KS hisses and growls*
Well, I think we should just give KL and KS the benefit of the doubt this time... I'm sure something just got... Lost in Translation.
(And, yes, KS is highly amused with herself right about now, and finds herself to be very clever and funny with her weak little pun... Heh, and she also knows how odd it is to be talking about herself in third person! My goodness, that needs to stop right now! Why would anyone do such a strange thing!!)
*KS looks confused and scratches behind one red kitty ear*
I do believe the Drabbles are missing for both KS and KL! *gasps*
What could this mean??? Maybe...maybe they just got confused, or forgot... Maybe they...
O_O
Maybe they have the cooties!! Oh no... Poor Kitties may even have to have some sort of bath - or be dipped! *KS hisses and growls*
Well, I think we should just give KL and KS the benefit of the doubt this time... I'm sure something just got... Lost in Translation.
(And, yes, KS is highly amused with herself right about now, and finds herself to be very clever and funny with her weak little pun... Heh, and she also knows how odd it is to be talking about herself in third person! My goodness, that needs to stop right now! Why would anyone do such a strange thing!!)
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