I've done it. I've written (will continue to write) drabbles. So far I've got 20 suggestions on various philisophical concepts. I've never done this before so we'll see how it goes. Let me know what you think /give me suggestion for further installments if you like.

Disclaimer: I own none of the caracters, will not profit from the writing of this fic.

1. Orientation: the ascertainment of one's true position, as in a novel situation, with respect to attitudes, judgments, etc.

Wolffe hates the first three minutes of deployment.

They remind him of his new realities. The roll of the transport in the edge of atmospheres makes him think of the escape-pod above Abregado. The squeal of superheated air across the hull sounds like Droch arms. The sudden pockets of denser gasses striking the hull are asteroids; bits of the Triumphant; pieces of the Wolfpack. He can never get enough air on the way down; the remembered void steals it all.

He knows now that gravity is false, all warmth and oxygen temporary. Wolffe's forever has become pressureless, gelid and vacuum-silent.