I'm new. Totally new. What better way to start with burnt offerings of drabble, right? I can't sleep tonight, and when I do all I dream about is roller derby tactics >.< Feeling frustrated, I asked my brain to give me a sexy image to snuggle up with, but because my brain is broken way WAY beyond repair, it furnished me with Arnold Rimmer in a short dressing gown instead. Heh.
Title: Space Core Directive 159.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 497
Pairing: R/L pre-slash
Spoilers: None, really. Legion?
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
Edit: I just realised this drabble has horrible canon errors, sorry. I wrote it in the middle of the night!
( Arnold Rimmer happily strolled into the cockpit of Starbug, wearing his very best devil-may-care smug git smile )