I've changed the format of this and reposted it... this way I'll please most
people. Sorry, for the wait- isn't it weird how you get inspiration for
everything but the part of the story you need to tell next...
Crazy ranger-
"They drag behind you, like chains of your own making. They can have a terrible power over you Marcus." – Delenn, 'Ceremonies of light and dark,'
Day 1
We can confirm now that President Clarke took his own life rather at 2-53 am E.S.T. rather than face trial for his actions. The body has been left in place for examination and documentation by the justice department.
After the battle, Sheridan surrendered to Earth force authorities who will now decide whether or not charges will be pressed for his actions taken during and proceeding the battle. Despite Sheridan's current high standing in public opinion polls, his decisions to act against his fellow officers must be explained and justified.
In an impromptu press conference this morning, acting President Susanna Luchenko of the Russian consortium urged the public to remain calm:
Flashbulbs went off repeatedly, reporters yelling. It took a great effort for the new president not to lapse into her native tongue. She called for the press to listen, and at a steady pace, in English, Luchenko spoke. Her eyes flitted between varying reporters, making eye contact for several seconds, only occasionally did her eyes pass over her prompt sheet.
"We realise that many of you want revenge, against those who caused such great pain and suffering. We ask that you listen to the better angels of your nature. Give the courts and the legal system time to locate and prosecute those responsible. Only a sane and careful study of the facts will allow us to separate those who were willing partners in president Clarke's reign of terror, from those who co-operated only in fear of their lives."
The hub of noise resumed as Luchenko finished and the reporters began to feverently ask questions again.
Our thoughts especially go out to Sheridan's second in command, Susan Ivanova. Critically injured when Clarkes forces attempted to ambush the multi-planetary fleet. The prayers of a grateful earth go out to her.
***************** Stephen gripped the arm rests of the command chair. They still weren't past the jammers. Marcus would have reached the station by now. If they didn't make contact soon, they may as well never. Lennier had instructed the crew to send the white star above recommended speed, but at this rate they'd never make it- not in time.
Stephen willed in his head, over and over. At first he mumbled to himself, but eventually he spat out the words in frustration.
"Faster, we've got to go faster." He couldn't stand being unable to do anything, to know that his friend was going to certain death and he could do nothing.
*****************
The two med-techs saw the destruction Marcus had left in his wake. The security guard unconscious on the floor, the equipment everywhere. They rounded the corner with caution, but they were not prepared for the sight that greeted them.
Marcus was slumped at Ivanovas side, the alien healing device still next to him. They didn't even see the third figure on the floor at first. The female Tech recognised the device, and was so shocked she dropped her tray. Her and her colleague had come to pronounce the commander.
"Jesus." She shrieked while her colleague moved forward quickly. He gaped for a moment on scanning Ivanova, then somehow brought himself to speak.
"Oh my god, she's healed, completely."
Snapping out of shock, the female tech stepped forward and checked over the man slumped at the Commanders bedside. He was barely breathing, and his pulse was erratic and weak. His skin was a deathly pale and his lips were tainted blue from oxygen deprivation. "How's he"?
"He's in trouble," the tech began grabbing an Oxygen mask. "He needs to go to the Iso-lab stat."
As the male tech went to help his colleague he glanced down and found himself looking at another body lying face down on the floor.
"We got another one." He yelled kneeling beside the figure. He ran the scanner quickly. "No pulse." He murmured, then rolled the figure over. " What the-"
The other tech knelt beside him and looked at the body. It wasn't possible. She glanced up at the bed and the commander, then again at the figure on the floor. The two med-techs looked at each other.
"What the hell is going on?" She yelled. The both of them had not the authority or the expertise to care for three (Not including the unconscious security guard) persons, let alone deal with two patients who appeared to be the same person. The tech tapped the back of her hand and shouted into her link.
"Team four to Med-lab three. Get your asses over here, we have three people down!"
Crazy ranger-
"They drag behind you, like chains of your own making. They can have a terrible power over you Marcus." – Delenn, 'Ceremonies of light and dark,'
Day 1
We can confirm now that President Clarke took his own life rather at 2-53 am E.S.T. rather than face trial for his actions. The body has been left in place for examination and documentation by the justice department.
After the battle, Sheridan surrendered to Earth force authorities who will now decide whether or not charges will be pressed for his actions taken during and proceeding the battle. Despite Sheridan's current high standing in public opinion polls, his decisions to act against his fellow officers must be explained and justified.
In an impromptu press conference this morning, acting President Susanna Luchenko of the Russian consortium urged the public to remain calm:
Flashbulbs went off repeatedly, reporters yelling. It took a great effort for the new president not to lapse into her native tongue. She called for the press to listen, and at a steady pace, in English, Luchenko spoke. Her eyes flitted between varying reporters, making eye contact for several seconds, only occasionally did her eyes pass over her prompt sheet.
"We realise that many of you want revenge, against those who caused such great pain and suffering. We ask that you listen to the better angels of your nature. Give the courts and the legal system time to locate and prosecute those responsible. Only a sane and careful study of the facts will allow us to separate those who were willing partners in president Clarke's reign of terror, from those who co-operated only in fear of their lives."
The hub of noise resumed as Luchenko finished and the reporters began to feverently ask questions again.
Our thoughts especially go out to Sheridan's second in command, Susan Ivanova. Critically injured when Clarkes forces attempted to ambush the multi-planetary fleet. The prayers of a grateful earth go out to her.
***************** Stephen gripped the arm rests of the command chair. They still weren't past the jammers. Marcus would have reached the station by now. If they didn't make contact soon, they may as well never. Lennier had instructed the crew to send the white star above recommended speed, but at this rate they'd never make it- not in time.
Stephen willed in his head, over and over. At first he mumbled to himself, but eventually he spat out the words in frustration.
"Faster, we've got to go faster." He couldn't stand being unable to do anything, to know that his friend was going to certain death and he could do nothing.
*****************
The two med-techs saw the destruction Marcus had left in his wake. The security guard unconscious on the floor, the equipment everywhere. They rounded the corner with caution, but they were not prepared for the sight that greeted them.
Marcus was slumped at Ivanovas side, the alien healing device still next to him. They didn't even see the third figure on the floor at first. The female Tech recognised the device, and was so shocked she dropped her tray. Her and her colleague had come to pronounce the commander.
"Jesus." She shrieked while her colleague moved forward quickly. He gaped for a moment on scanning Ivanova, then somehow brought himself to speak.
"Oh my god, she's healed, completely."
Snapping out of shock, the female tech stepped forward and checked over the man slumped at the Commanders bedside. He was barely breathing, and his pulse was erratic and weak. His skin was a deathly pale and his lips were tainted blue from oxygen deprivation. "How's he"?
"He's in trouble," the tech began grabbing an Oxygen mask. "He needs to go to the Iso-lab stat."
As the male tech went to help his colleague he glanced down and found himself looking at another body lying face down on the floor.
"We got another one." He yelled kneeling beside the figure. He ran the scanner quickly. "No pulse." He murmured, then rolled the figure over. " What the-"
The other tech knelt beside him and looked at the body. It wasn't possible. She glanced up at the bed and the commander, then again at the figure on the floor. The two med-techs looked at each other.
"What the hell is going on?" She yelled. The both of them had not the authority or the expertise to care for three (Not including the unconscious security guard) persons, let alone deal with two patients who appeared to be the same person. The tech tapped the back of her hand and shouted into her link.
"Team four to Med-lab three. Get your asses over here, we have three people down!"