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Note to readers: This is a series of parts told by my OCs in the series. It is meant as a story where each them tells, in a series of four to five parts, their reasons for ending up so loyal to Abel in the events of the book Divergent Path. The order of the parts is going to be Solomon, Arthur, Barack, and Alexander.

Warning: THIS story will be confusing unless you have read my other fan-fictions in Trinity Blood. These are OCs telling it and the events are skipping around so it is just their story rather than rehashing or retelling the full events of Divergent Path. Abel is still an extremely important character here.

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Trinity Blood: Dreams of a Generation
Solomon, Part 1: Dream of Freedom

Solomon stared up at the moon. The cool night sung with a gentle breeze. A breeze which felt all the sweeter this evening that it had a few nights before. He clutched his orders to his chest and smiled, never once taking his gaze off the moon.

For the longest time, Solomon had thought it hadn't worked. Just the other day, his orders had come in. He was now officially assigned to the Red Mars Project security division. Tonight was the night he headed for Lunar Base. And tomorrow – well, tomorrow was the day of the ceremony to launch the first colony ship headed for Mars. It would return a few times to Lunar Base in order to carry the one million first colonist and military personal there. It would take a month per trip.

"I did it," Solomon whispered to himself. He dropped his gaze to the orders.

He was assigned under one of the four enhanced humans as third in command. Well, tied as the third in command with a man named Barack. Their commanding officer was the younger the twins: Lieutenant-Colonel Abel Nightlord. A part of Solomon held a spark of hope this man wouldn't be like his other commanders, judging him for his family's position within the UN. Yet, that hope had been dashed so many times, it no longer matter if the man judged him for it.

All that mattered to Solomon was the fact he would spend his final year on Mars. No matter if it had been him hacking his father's database to get the position. It didn't matter. He would leave earth for the first and last time.

Solomon took a deep breath of the night air. The recycled air felt sweeter knowing this was the last moment he would spend on the planet's surface.

The sound of others arriving, made Solomon look towards the sound. Sure enough other military personal were gathering on the launch deck. They were falling in as ordered. Solomon moved towards them. His gaze slid over the different uniforms most wore. It was easy to pick out his superiors, not the four enhanced humans raised for the project, but the two out of the military under them. His own superior was standing near the head of the group beside the one placed under Major Cain Nightlord.

She was a native American, her sharp features showed this much. Her eyes moved from one personal member to the next. She was Second Lieutenant Tabitha Williams. The personal files he had read said her husband was the second to Lieutenant Lilith Sahl, the enhanced human in charge of the medical field. His name was Doctor Kayson Williams, a leading except in genetic diseases.

Solomon slid into his position among the other security personal without drawing her attention. He had to make damn certain he didn't stand out until the colony ship was away. While the orders were now in place, his father could always override them. At least, the man could until Solomon was away. No one would authorize the waste of fuel to return one person to Earth, even if that person wasn't supposed to be there. Well, he was assigned to the mission, so it was more avoid notice. He didn't want attention drawn no matter if he was now assigned to the project or otherwise.

The man beside Solomon scowled at the woman. His expression pointed to a man who didn't want to be there. He would be a ray of sunshine to be beside on the trip to Lunar Base as well a bunk mate since all them were arriving the day before the ceremony.

Solomon docked the shuttle and took his place in the middle seat. The man with scowl was assigned the window seat. The last person was a tall man whose bulk was due to his muscle. He looked to be only a year or two younger than Solomon was and already towered over him. His dark skin pointed to an African lineage.

The shuttle lurched. Solomon could feel the slight increase of gravity as they took off. His heart surged with joy. They were off to the moon and, then, tomorrow, to Mars. The feeling in him, the sheer amount of joy at this prospect was something he had never felt before. Solomon felt himself smile as he leaned back in his seat.

Mars.

"You look too happy about this."

Solomon tilted his head to see the man by the window was looking at him. Solomon's smile vanished. "Apologies," he stated with a bow his head.

The man smiled and chuckled. "Hey, now, just because I'm not here by choice doesn't mean that you can't be all excited about it." The man held out his hand. "I'm Officer Arthur Asran. It looks like we'll be working together." He nodded to the blue rim of Solomon's uniform.

"Solomon." Solomon took the man's hand.

Arthur's eyes widened. "As in the officer whose father is a big time rep in the UN?"

Here it went. The normal reaction to his father's status. Solomon released the man's hand. "So it seems." He looked away from the man.

"A real, honest to god, rich boy." Arthur chuckled. "Never thought I'd be meeting you, here of all assignments. Doesn't your father keep you grounded on Earth."

Solomon's lip twitched as he fought against his rising annoyance. It didn't take much to hold back his annoyance and force it to not appear in more than the slightest twitch of his lip.

"I thought you did whatever assignments your rich dad bought you. You know, easy stuff. This isn't exactly easy stuff."

The annoyance prickled deeper. It was starting to churn in him and heat into anger. The rage wasn't towards this man, though he was getting too much enjoyment out of this. It was towards how right he was. Solomon's father always bought off the military, making certain Solomon was assigned to the easiest of all posts. Favoritism which had done him no favors within the military proper. All of his commanders and those he served beside had hated him for it. All of them had to earn such easy posts while Solomon was just assigned them because of who his father was.

It wasn't as if he wanted those posts. No, Solomon wanted posts off of Earth, away from his parents. There would be no more arguments over his resigning the military when they hadn't even wanted him to join it in the first place. No more stirring him to better doctors. Just Solomon living life as he had always wanted to live it. Earth had been a prison sentence. Mars, the final hope of their people, was his hope of freedom. No matter if that freedom lasted a year or an eternity. All that mattered was for the first time in his life, even if the commanders were worse than the greedy, corrupt, arrogant ones he had encountered. It didn't matter. Mars was the future. His future.

"Hey, I honestly didn't mean to upset you over it," Arthur was saying. "It's just a fact, you're a rich boy. Just like I'm—"

"I honestly don't care," Solomon stated in cool tones. "Call me whatever you want to, Arsan."

Out of the corner of his eye, Solomon saw Arthur smirk. "Permission to call you 'rich boy,' then, sir? My, I wasn't excepting you to just hand over the rights to do so."

It wouldn't annoy Solomon, well, he would at least do his best to avoid looking annoyed. Emotions were something easy enough to hide. The years of faking to his parents, to the world, made it so that he could easily hide all emotion from others.

Arthur clapped his shoulder. "Well then, Rich Boy, why are you so happy about this damned assignment? You are aware how easy it is to die on Mars, right?"

"I am," Solomon stated. "How I feel about the assignment is none of your concern." He lifted the tablet to show he was no longer listening to this man and started to go through personal files instead. He was more interested in learning who else he would be serving alongside than listening to this man tease Solomon about his status.

The time was almost midnight back on at Central Base when the shuttle docked with Lunar Base. Most of the soldiers were dismissed after a briefing over safety on being in the lower gravity sections of the base. Most of those sections were close to where the ship taking them to Mars was docked.

The others headed for their bunks, most exhausted from a day spent on procedures for tomorrow. Not that tomorrow would hold much for those outside the command staff, at least not until the ship launched.

The base quiet for the most part. Solomon pushed himself into the lower gravity field. With the sudden feeling of less weight, came a sensation he had never expected to feel. The pain lessened.

Solomon landed near the window and stared at his own hand. He flexed his fingers. Then, he turned his gaze from himself to the window. Night pressed heavily on this side of the moon. It would take another seven days or so for this die to see Earth. The moon rotated on the axis to the point it was impossible to notice from Earth's surface. Each complete rotation took around twenty-seven days.

Right then the moon would fall into the prefect position to launch the ship tomorrow at twelve hundred hours. The times to launch had to be just right or they could easily miss Mars entirely or run out of fuel before reaching the planet. Though – Solomon smiled to himself, gaze locked on the where the beautiful ship rested – this was a matter for pilots to be concerned about.

His eyes moved from the ship to the dark, foreign landscape. He inhaled. The sight was so beautiful it hurt to stare at. He couldn't look away. Artificial lights illuminated most of the space around the base. The light almost rude to the natural darkness. Even if there had been no lights, even on this side of the moon, Earth's light would wash out the light of the stars. It was a foreign, alien place compared to Earth.

A smile twitched at the corners of Solomon's lips.

Such beauty.

Solomon sank to the floor, tucking his legs under him. He still had a beautiful view of the landscape. He could remain here all night. He pulled out the information he had on the others assigned to the project.

Arthur Asran was the one who had spoken with him on the shuttle. He was an officer who was assigned to the project more to get his wife than his own skills as a soldier. His wife was the leading expect on Mars: Sonya Asran. She had declined a contract to come to Mars, however, stating she would rather study the world from afar and had no interest in actually going there.

As soldier, Arthur was skilled in duel wielding guns. Not that this came as importance. Most soldiers never saw real combat, not unless they were charged with the mines left Earth. Those were the only times a soldier employed their skills in combat. Hired guns as the term went. Still, he was ranked well enough and it was clear the UN hadn't just wasted a slot for Mars just for his wife. Though, the wife would have been the main reason to recruit him.

Solomon let out a long breath and looked up from the profile on his tablet.

He was one talk. His own skills in combat weren't even worth mentioning. If not for hacking the UN systems to make it appear his father had recommended him, Solomon wouldn't even be here at all. He was weak physically, body in a constant state of pain. The only thing Solomon brought to the project was already over looked. He could have spent his life as an intellect, but there were so many people already in those fields it was impossible. And his own fields of interest varied too much to be noticed in a singular one.

Solomon pulled a ring from his pocket. At first glance the ring was nothing special. It was silvery band, though not made of real silver such an ore was too rare and expensive for him to have been so stupid to have purchased it. Besides, he had wanted the ring to be more than just something that looked good. It had been during his early teen years he had gained an interest in genetic weapons.

The ring should have taken him many years with a team to craft, but Solomon had done it in secret without air. The ring worked too. It was something he was proud about.

He had fashioned the ring out of the lore of King Solomon.

Solomon slipped the ring onto his middle finger. He hadn't worn the ring in a long time. It felt heavy and in the same instance, right.

No one would think anything of his having a genetic weapon now. After all, a family with such wealth and had served as representatives to the UN for so long was bound to have a genetic weapon.

Solomon checked the time on his tablet. The celebration would be starting in less than hour. There was no time to get sleep, but he hadn't wanted to get sleep in the first place. His body was too excited for it. Just a few more hours and they would be off. There was no turning back then.

Solomon stood, letting the lighter gravity of this this section do the work for him. There wouldn't be another time for him to admire the moon like this. The sight was one he wanted burned into his memory. No pictures could ever have done this one scene justice.

"Attention all UN personal assigned to Mars, please report to your posts. Those not assigned to the ship start up, please report to the launch ceremony," the voice echoed through the room. "The commanders are t-minus ten minutes out."

Solomon turned for one last look out the window. He then moved towards a door. He landed and stepped through to a heavier gravity area.

Pain lanced through his body. It tore into his lungs, his very bone as flame. He staggered into the wall, breathing hard. One eye closed against the onslaught.

"Damn it," he gasped. That at least explained why doctors hadn't advised he go into space.

His eyes watered with the sudden, unexpected pain. He took a deep, shuddering breath and forced himself to stand normal. The pain tore deeper before ebbing away to the normal throb. The familiar flavor of his blood filled his mouth. He swallowed. None could know.

Now, he knew what would happen moving between areas such this, he could walk straight between them. None would notice the increase of his pain. He could bare it. He wasn't going to be sent back to Earth, back the prison which was his life. Not because of his health. And certainly not because of his father!

Solomon inhaled, feeling his lungs expand before he released the breath. He was fine.

The announcement of the arrival of the commanders came in went as Solomon made his way towards the colony ship. He was careful to avoid where the ceremony was being held. There were representatives who were only staying for the launch of the ship popper. One of them was his father. It was for the best Solomon didn't even think of entering the ceremony.

Solomon managed to board the ship without suffering another painful experience as the first movement from low to normal gravity.

"You're here rather early." An officer standing guard near the door commented. "Can I see your identification? Just to confirm you're one of the ones joining the project." The man wore the same uniform as Solomon, it wasn't the armored set of command let alone the nicer one meant for the ceremony. He looked to be assigned as security on Lunar Base and not for the Red Mars Project.

Solomon pulled out his ID and passed it to the man. He watched the man carefully.

"Everything seems to be in order, Officer Solomon. You may board when ready."

Solomon nodded and took back his ID.

"You're a lucky man, getting to be a part of this historic project," the officer continued. "I just wish I got to do more than guard the ship." He grinned a little. "I'd be just as eager as you to board the ship, would skip that ceremony as well."

Solomon just gave the man the slightest bow of his head before he moved further into the ship. He had studied what was given to the officers of the layout. Thus, it didn't take him long to find the main security office.

The room was filled with computers. Most on the far wall showed sections of the ship while there were more on the few desks in the small space. There was place for them to gather for an update from their Lieutenant-Colonel and an extremely small office for him.

Solomon sank into one of the seats. His entire body shook from trying not have the same reaction when he had moved to the ship as earlier. The pain was worth it. He would see Mars; he could be part of something far greater than himself. He didn't care if he was remembered. That wasn't the reason he had come. All he wanted was a chance to see another world, to travel beyond the prison his life had become back on Earth.

The monitors showed very few people in the many halls of the ship. Soon enough they would be filled to capacity. Solomon leaned back, watching the monitors closely. He would have to stand the moment he saw someone approaching the office. Until then he could be seated.

There were little signs of movement for the better part of an hour. Then Solomon saw the first figure appear on the screens. The man wore the ceremonial armored uniform of a higher ranked member of the UNASF.

Solomon stood when he saw that he was heading here. It was too early for the command staff to board and yet a member of it was doing so. Perhaps this man was just not one to care for the ceremonies like Solomon.

A few minutes passed before the man entered the office.

At once Solomon saluted. "Sir." He straightened.

The man before Solomon looked to be twenty. His silvery hair was pinned to his head, features all the sharper because of it. He wore the rankings of a lieutenant-colonel. This made him Solomon's superior: Abel Nightlord.

Abel looked at Solomon. His sharp, winter blue eyes seemed to cut straight though Solomon to his very core. "At ease, officer." Abel moved passed Solomon and vanished into the small office.

A small breath escaped Solomon. For a moment he had through Abel would see the lie which stood before him. Solomon eased from the salute but kept himself at attention.

Sure enough Abel returned a heartbeat later. "Since you're here early, take the next two officers who appear and start the rounds of the ship the moment we take off," Abel ordered. He tossed at datacube at Solomon. "You'll be in charge of that section of the ship."

Solomon caught the cube. His eyes widened a little. In charge? He had known he was tied as the third in the security team next to a man named Barack, but him in charge of a section of the ship's security? He looked up at Abel.

"Yes, sir," he replied in even tones. Joy flickered in his heart as his fingers closed over the datacube. It was more than what Solomon had ever hoped. Abel wasn't treading water around Solomon just because Solomon was the son of someone important.

No one in the military knew Solomon had bad health. His father had always made it clear that Solomon was to get the easiest posts and jobs within the military but no one had been told why. Solomon loathed it and here was his chance to prove he could be of use. He didn't need people to tread on water around him.

He looked at Abel. The lieutenant-colonel wasn't paying attention to Solomon. His back was to him as he started to setup for a briefing.

"Thank you," he mouthed the words, well aware Abel's hearing would pick up him speaking them no matter how quietly. Solomon clutched the cube as tightly as his slightly shaking hand could manage.

There was no way he was going to make Abel regret putting such trust into him. Solomon would try to do far more than his best. He didn't care if this man proved to be just as corrupt as others. In this moment, Abel was already showing himself to care more about the job than about his image. That was what mattered in the here and now.

(Author's Note: So, the really cool thing about this, is Solomon's very first appearance in Divergent Path was at the very end of Chapter 4: Launch's Celebration. He was never seen during the ceremony, thus the ideas I had for character work out.

Also, Solomon was very ill before he was fused with Bacillus, I made this decision awhile back but not when I was originally starting to write him.)