A pair of psychic twin bounty hunters pick up an interesting criminal.
He didn't look that heavy, but Taiye had been doing this for long enough to know one of the secrets of the universe, which was that a man doubled in mass as dead weight. He was alive dead weight, though, because the posting had been clear: back in a body bag was only worth a tenth as much as returned still breathing. Drunk and angry, he sputtered and thrashed as Taiye tossed him into the cell, but he might as well have been lashing out with noodles for all the strength he could summon. Taiye tapped the code on the outside wall and the force field shimmered, locking his bounty in. As attempts at evading capture went, Dr. Conall's had been one of the more frantic and ineffectual ones Taiye had ever witnessed. Of all the bruises and scrapes the man in the cell would be feeling tomorrow, most had been self-inflicted.
From fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org: "The twin hunters catch a scientist accused of using bioweapons on his colleagues, but they end up teaming together to take down a big bad corporation. Includes f/m, m/m, and voyeurism/exhibitionism."
This story is inspired by a lot of things, and perhaps the most notable comes from how I've been watching way too much Star Trek lately. To be fair, the world here is a lot more Firefly/Cowboy Bebop than it is Trek's alien-populated galaxy, but there's definitely Federation fingerprints over a lot of this.
I'm sure a lot of the physics are off, but it's space, it's the future, what can you do? Mostly I'm just spiting the fact that live TV in space may lose all kinds of systems and power, but one thing that never goes (and for very good television production reasons) is the gravity. Ha ha, it's only text, we can float all we want!
...Actually, mostly I'm spiting how cranky I've been about Voyager and how its future visions of gender, sexuality, and family are so deeply, persistently unimaginative. But I'm ranting about that enough in my Voyager skip-it-watch-it guides, so I'll save that for over there.
'Ibeji' is the general Yoruba word for 'twins', and indeed all Yoruba twins are supposed to have some telepathic and spiritual connections, but the Oriṣas of youth are also known as Ibeji: the sacred twins, one male and one female.
Might be fun to continue this tale outward some day? Who knows!