A Peak Inside Rue's Head

[Rue Wydown 0]

Some might think me madder than a box o' frogs, but back in the day, when I started a new gig, I used to ask me workmates one absolutely crucial question that to determine how I'd interact with 'em from the start.

 

If ye could have one and only one super-duper power, whot would it be?

 

The usual responses? Wellllllllll, we've got ourselves invincibility, telepathy, walk through walls, invisibility, flight, super human strength, fast heal, incredible speed, time travel, ability to leap tall building single bound, etc. etc. etc. Superman meets Ironman meets random super-hero wanna-be-bludger.

Booooooooring.

 

Know what I want?

 

The ability to simultaneously balance my checkbook and fix me favorite banana smoothie while performing complex brain surgery on a Vermillion flea beast.

 

Wicked answer, aye?

 

No wonder me supers asked me to stop askin' the question. I mean how can ye top that? Of I can see why my answer is a bit wonky for some. But my point is this: I've always wanted to do more than what I'm physically or mentally capable of.

 

That and to multitask on a grand scale. But that's another story.

 

It's no wonder that I was flustered and flabbergasted (gods, I love those words, that and gobsmacked. But again, I digress), when this bloody emergency exploded. I wanted to be the woman with the answers. The one who could creatively solve all problems with a snap of her fingers. The girl with the mad skillz. 'Cept I've only been on the job for a week. And my expertise is medicine, not engineering, computers, navigation, security or bimolecular neural science. And this emergency might be just sliiiiiiiiightly out of my league to handle alone.

 

Oi! I'm only human!

 

I can do only what I know how to do. And I need to let the others do the same. Let the experts be experts – you just need to give 'em what they need to do their jobs. After that, it's control what you know, Rue, let go of what you can't.

 

And right now, I can control these beasties environment. Hot. Cold. Dry. Moist. Light. Dark. Loud. Silent. Low Gravity. High Grav. Upside down, right side up. Topsy turvey. Welcome to Wydown's Wild Ride. Keep your seatbelts fastened, and hands and feet side the ride at all times. Thanks you.

 

Because when you mess with this ship, you mess with me. Don't think I'm mental enough do the extreme 'cuz I'm a bloody doctor. Not on your Nelly. I didn't live this long, survive wars and deep space missions, to be taken down by a bunch of greasy eight legged acid spewing arachnid tossers on speed and flippy trippy flying wallies who are afraid of a wee lil' light.

 

Better decide now, mate. Either rack off or I'll kick ya three ways t'Sunday, ye slimy gits.

 

 

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Author's note: Yes, I know I mixed my regional slang here…but that's the advantage of your character coming from a fictional planet. There's no right or wrong way about it. Besides, it's internal dialogue. . . .and a whole lot easier to understand than the author herself.