Trésor: Preview

witharthurkirkland:

Here is a little preview of the fic I’ve been working on with @mashazart for @liveloveyoibang

“Many myths exist
about the Dead World. Many theories. A popular one dates back to the first team
on Trésor and draws its roots from old Earth mythology.” A laugh. “They say
that one day the Dead World will wake up and swallow Trésor up like a little
pill.”

 

“Why is it dead? Why doesn’t any of our tech
work on it? Why can’t we turn it into a proper planet, full of life? Those are
the questions everyone always asks themselves when they get here. Over time we
forget about it and it just becomes a thing in the background, like the ugly
pictures on the walls in this room.”

Once a year they defied the Dead World and its name. Once a year they
gathered on the rings around it and competed in different types of sports. Each
college in TU had a team of athletes and, as he’d been surprised to learn,
singles figure skating was one of the sports on the list. Of course so was
speed skating, but that wasn’t as surprising.

He went out on the ice surface in a suit and helmet with a pair of
blades attached to his boots and drifted over the ring.

The Dead World
loomed in front of him. The vast blackness full of billions of stars was behind
him. And thousands of cameras set up all around him were recording every
minute.

He jumped and
spun around in the air. He was proud of his jumps – he’d perfected them based
on hologram projections that took him through each jump step by step.

Other contestants
talked about how frightening it was to have nothingness around them. He was
used to this – this was his usual place.