Series Synopsis: A group of six people with no memory of who they are awaken from stasis on a derelict spaceship in the farthest reaches of space. Their memories wiped clean, they name themselves "ONE" through "SIX" in the order of their awakening. They have no recollection of who they are or how they got on board. The only clue to their identities is a cargo bay full of weaponry and a destination: a remote mining colony that is about to become a war zone. With no idea whose side they are on, they only have each other to rely on as they try to figure out the mystery before their pasts catch up with them.
ONE / Jace Corso / Derrick Moss
TWO / Rebecca / Portia Lin
THREE / Marcus Boone
FOUR/ Ryo Tetsuda
FIVE / Das
SIX / Griffin Jones
Set up: These are just my musings on where the show could go after the season 1 finale. Anyone unfamiliar, all you need to really know was that a traitor disabled the Raza and turned her and her crew over to the Galactic Authority.
*SNAP*
ONE jerked into awareness. Everything hurt; the edges of the floor grating, the restraints cutting his wrists, the air sawing in and out of his chest, the light burning thru the membrane of his eyelids into the lit up pain receptors of his brain… He rolled away from the overhead lighting to buy some relief and did his best to bite back the involuntary groan that accompanied the effort. He made a mental note to find out what chemical agent they had been gassed with and avoid it with prejudice in the future.
"Rise and shine, pretty boy," THREE called sarcastically to him. "Guess this is where you finally step off."
ONE squinted in THREE's direction but couldn't make any more sense of the remark than he could make of the blurred form his eyes refused to bring into focus. No great loss he tried to comfort himself.
"Easy, just breathe. It gets better."
One swung his head towards TWO's velvety voice, but she wasn't comforting him. He could just make out her shape bent over the smaller technicolored blur that he guessed was the kid, FIVE.
"Are we still all trying to kill each other?" ONE wondered aloud, his voice more of a pained croak than anything else. No one answered, but the fact that he no longer had a gun barrel aimed at the back of his head seemed promising. "Did we find the traitor?" He asked struggling without the full use of his hands to get to a sitting position.
The precision of military boots approaching was his only answer.
Galactic Authority Captain Jesse Monroe scowled at the collection of society's most famous undesirables occupying containment cell C 05. The crew of the Raza - an impressive catch, a total bounty payout accompanied by five zeros but the real money was playing the corporate catch and release protocol and it hadn't cost him any men or fire power. He should have been thrilled, mentally projecting the bonus that would hit this month's pay. But he couldn't smother his revulsion for the huge dark presence of Griffin Jones who stood at his back. Goose bumps skittered up the nape of his neck into his closely cropped hair and the muscles in his back knotted with unease. His kept his hand casually curled around the gun holstered at his waist. He wasn't taking any chances that the situation couldn't still go south.
"Well, I guess there really ain't no loyalty among thieves." THREE drawled from the wrong side of the cell's containment field.
TWO crouched protectively over FIVE. Her dark eyes promised pain and retribution but inside she seethed at herself. Not once had she doubted Griffin/SIX and she took the failure personally.
Griffin/SIX ignored the comment and addressed the captain with his deep voice, "The girl is just a stowaway. She's not involved with them and if you do a DNA scan on Jace Corso you'll see that he is not the real deal either."
Captain Monroe frowned like something unclean had dragged itself out of it's designated trash containment receptacle. Great he thought, an innocent witness, and a corporate celebrity, the situation was increasing in complication. A private stepped forward holding out a data pad. "Sir, the terms are official. The final order just came down." The captain nodded and took the data pad without taking his eyes off Griffin. He punched in acknowledgement then handed it back. "Get this P.O.S. off my boat," he growled indicating Griffin with a nod of his head.
"Excuse me?" Griffin said taking offense. It wasn't like this had been an easy choice. He was giving up everything, everyone he thought he knew, his current means of sustaining life. Was it too much to expect civility and professionalism at the minimum? A little gratefulness might not be out of line considering he had pulled it off without anyone getting killed. Taking the Raza out meant protecting the greater good and someone had to take responsibility for that planet they had unwittingly had a hand in blowing up; the 15,000 lives that had been lost.
Captain Monroe rounded on Griffin. "You may have managed to cut yourself a deal, so I can't touch you. But don't for a second think you and I are comrades. I had a sister on Hyadum-12. Now get off my boat before I defy orders and send you to hell."
Griffin swallowed, struggling to hold back his physical response to the Captain. If his team only knew how lucky they were to be alive! He may not like that his only memory of his past was losing it after Hyadum-12 and gunning down his own team, but if that gave him the control to prevent him from doing it to these people that he cared about… He glanced quickly at their audience, unwilling to meet any of the Raza crew member's eyes. With a tight nod, he turned and followed his armed escorts out of the cell block. He didn't like leaving his friends behind. Seeing FIVE in restraining cuffs destroyed him. But he would have to deal with all that later. At least they were safe from him.
Captain Monroe turned back to study his prisoners. He didn't care for the deadly glare Portia Lin/ONE, the Raza's Captain had leveled at him. He glared back. "Look, your rep has been contacted. Let's just all play by the rules so we can go home paid." He turned to his second in command. "Take those two to the infirmary," he ordered, pointing at ONE and FOUR. "Do a DNA scan on Corso and get the other one back on his feet before they meet with Calchek." Then Captain Monroe stepped back to monitor his orders being executed. He pulled the data pad back from his supporting NCO and issued a lock down command to eliminate the gossip during ship personnel's free time. This was all too high profile to trust that it would happen smoothly. CYA was going to be the imperative for the next 48 hours.
The medical officer brought the results of the DNA scan up on the main monitor. ONE was relieved that he could actually bring the readout into focus. His eyes watered, huge embarrassing tears lining his face, trying to clear the last remnants of the gas chemical contaminants. He lay back against the medical table, his bound wrists making it impossible to lie flat. The table's soft thrum was oddly comforting.
"Derrick Moss?" Captain Monroe said with disbelief. "How does Derrick Moss end up looking like Corso?" The Captain asked grabbing ONE by the jaw to study his face. The medical officer answered without looking away from her tech. "Slight body modification to lose inches of height, bone refinement… Wow, looks like maybe some cellular pigment modification and g-nome reprogramming. This is seriously expensive, experimental stuff." At this point she looked up from her screen to study the results.
ONE shifted uncomfortable under the scrutiny. He felt like a specimen pinned against a collector's display board.
Captain Monroe huffed. "You have anything to add?" He asked stepping back leaving red imprints on ONE's jaw from the strength of his grip. ONE hesitated, unsure if the question was directed at him. The Captain, his entourage of soldiers and the medical officer stared expectantly, waiting for the medical curiosity to perform a trick, answer their questions.
Uh, ok. It looked like the question was for him. Might as well take advantage of the opportunity he reasoned. He glanced at FOUR's comatose form on a med table across the room. The shimmer of a containment field separated them. "What is going to happen to the crew of the Raza now?" ONE asked.
The captain laughed and relaxed his stance. "Guess that confirms it. There aren't many liberal do-gooders except Moss that would ask a question like that in your circumstances." The captain waved over his NCO. "Take a data film of his DNA scan to the admiral. This just jumped my pay grade." "What about that one?" The captain asked the medical technician gesturing towards FOUR.
She frowned. "He hasn't responded to the antidote. Are you certain it was Trychorm-Alyte 386 that was administered?" The Captain shook his head no. "Better do a full work up to identify the issue. They will just have to start the negotiations without him." He engaged the containment field sealing ONE into a med unit. "Alert me when that one is up and keep Moss separated. I don't want to hear that the Medical Bay has turned into a damn pay per view event, so keep a lid on Moss's identity."
Calchek swore a blue streak into the com link connected to his IT guru.
"The screen is mother F*-ing out, sh ! for brains. How do you a$$ hats expect to rape me with your next pork barrel bill when you can't figure out where to put your d!ck long enough to…"
"What the hell do I care who the Nexus link went down on… "
"Just get me to my mother F*-ing meeting so I can quit jagging off to…"
The wall screen in cell C 05 snapped to life. Five stood to the side, out of the com link's camera eye while TWO and THREE watched. THREE couldn't help the amused snicker that alerted Calchek that he had an audience. TWO Glared at him, but he just shrugged it off. He didn't figure her foul mood had much to do with him, it was more about their accommodations.
"Crap! This went live you puissant. Learn a language and F*-ing use it." Calcheck pulled the com unit from his ear and rapped it retribution against his desk a few times before returning it to it's position. "Hey guys!" He greeted pasting on a wide sh!t eating grin. "You got big balls, like Nova star sized balls. Everyone's very impressed. We're going to be drafting off this one for years. But I gotta say we coulda gotten another 10 to 15% if you had looped me in earlier. Are you still sore about how the Meikke snatch and grab went?"
"Cut to the chase." TWO growled. THREE glanced at her. Damn, but she was hot when she was in a "take no prisoners" mode.
"Oh, Uh –K," Calcheck said holding up a finger and dragging a data pad closer for reference. "The Raza's a hot commodity again. I've got an offer on the table from Ferrous Corp., PrimaTech, Tyrell Corporation… All the big boys want to play. Even Intercolactic gave this a sniff and they haven't played in this space for almost 10 years."
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