FULL SUMMARY: "There was something cryptic lingering within the last words Knives spoke three years ago. Whether it was out of paranoia or mistrust, something about it never seemed to sit quite right with Vash. However, Gunsmoke progressed without much incident and such worries distanced themselves further from the forefront of his mind.
Until one day, a transporter vessel delivered the most unusual surprise, changing the planet and maybe even the universe forever. Perhaps, for once, Vash should have listened to his brother."


Hello everyone!
This new little story I have here is one I've been contemplating for the past few months. I've been really honing in on my drawing skills and thus, been watching and re-visting a lot of anime. Trigun just so happens to be a favorite of mine so naturally when the creative juices are flowing, I wanted to tell a story. What I love about Trigun is that the world is just left so open to interpretation that almost anything can happen. So building off of that, I've concocted in what I hope is an entertaining action/adventure fiction.

FIRST WARNING: There will be OC's because, let's be honest, it gets a little tricky to tell new adventures WITHOUT introducing new elements. However, none in an abundance where it's overwhelming. There may or may not be romances, I'm still undecided. I'm just kind of rolling with whatever comes to my brain as I write. If anything changes like that, there will definitely be notes and adjustments made. Just be aware it is a possibility. So no sour faces here. :p
Basically, this is kind of more like my interpretation of a potential route the series could or could not take. IT'S ALL IN GOOD FUN. :) Nightow left the world very open ended, epically the anime, and I think that's great because it gives fans creative room for a series they love.
Which brings me to my next note, this will mainly be based off the anime because I prefer it but as many fans agree, the manga gives a better perspective as to why Knives hates the humans. So yes, I do pull elements from the manga which does, I feel, tie into my story.

So without further ado, here is A Space Oddity. Please read and review, fav and follow, and most of all, enjoy!


Prologue: The Foreboding Future


With more apparent water sources surfacing, came growth,

and where there was growth, there was hope. A hope that the desolate world that was Gunsmoke could be salvaged into a functional paradise that the current people of this planet had never seen. A place where plants and humans could co-exist instead of one being feeding off another.

Maybe one day, that dream could be realized.

If I'd be around to see it, was another story. With my life span an undetermined number I could only count my days as they came, but with everything I have I'd keep the promise of spreading peace and love to all of whom I'd cross paths with.

I wouldn't say it was always the best way, but it was the right one. No one has the right to take a life of another. Those words a heavy burden that I'd willingly bare forever. Not just for Rem, but for the people who are consumed by hate and fear and lost, wondering where their way out had gone.

I'd be that light, even if it cost me.

My brother, on the other hand, would laugh at these notions of mine. "It won't work, Vash!" He hunched himself over on the small bed he was occupying. The pain from the wounds I had afflicted on him earlier in the week were evident in his features. "They are entitled creatures who want what they can't have. They think they own everything they walk on and having a natural water source will only incite more greed amongst them."

I watched my brother hold fast onto his injured left shoulder. The way his teeth clenched you could almost hear the microscopic edges of the enamel scraping together. It pained me to witness.

"Knives—" I reached for him but was quickly thwarted.

"I'm fine." He took a few deep breaths before adjusting himself up right again. "You need to listen to what I'm telling you. Don't turn a blind eye just because more of them may be able to grow off of their own lands. Or even think for a minute that they would cease to use our sisters for power sources. It's not that simple."

"I know that."

"But do you though, brother? Because I don't quite think you can really grasp the imminent destruction these humans can bring about. What they've done in the past and what they are doing now."

I was losing my patience with this endless battle. "And how are we any different, Knives?"

Then suddenly, the dank room became very still. An ominous chill ran along the words he spoke next. "I'd never have sought for their demise had they not sought for ours first. It's clear where they draw their lines. I can see that, why can't you?"

Tessla.

Despite the good will I strived to spread, I never once forgot about the little girl in the tube. Her remains a constant reminder that if it wasn't for Rem, we might have been floating as the same spectacle. Or worse.

Never the less, Rem showed that there was a light to every dark side because one couldn't exist without the other. The silver lining being that no matter what trials you faced, you could always make the decision to be good. You could make the decision to live and let live. Especially if you were fortunate enough to have someone guide you.

That's who I was. Who I wanted to be. I wanted to guide this infant planet to a true calming unity. I wouldn't give up because that's what creates doubt and ultimately leads to failure.

I clenched my fists. "I don't think it's fair to judge a mass population by a few misguided characters."

A slow chuckle rolled off his lips. "Oh, you don't do you?" His icy blues languidly met mine. "But it's alright if they do it to us. I see it all clearly now."

"Don't patronize me. That's not what I meant. We are a great deal more powerful than them and understandable, they are frightened. If we deal with this matter delicately—"

An uproar of laughter left his lungs as he leaned back into the head board, his left hand draped over his face. "Delicate? Are those scars their reward for being delicate?"

I clasped a hand over my prosthetic arm. "And is this your reward for being your twin?" My eyes narrowed, emphasizing my sentence.

His laughter immediately died out as he peered at me through his fingers. I knew very well that I had struck a nerve but the barrage of condescending insults I was expecting never came. Instead, he huffed rolling away from me onto his side.

"You'll never understand."

"Neither will you."

"You're wrong, and when you realize it it'll be too late, Vash. This progression isn't going to go the way you think it will."

"I still have to try." My voice shook with all the determination I could muster. If he would just work with me, we could secure the future of Gunsmoke for the better.

He tugged the bed sheets over his slim form before leaving me with one final warning. "You're efforts will be in vain and you'll hurt the ones you hold dearest as you continue to do now, Vash. If there's anything left to say, it's this. We weren't the first and we certainly won't be the last. The humans won't allow it. Remember that."

I felt a strange pang in my heart as I let this foreboding sink in. At the time, I desperately wanted to chalk up all of his talk to paranoia and distrust. Looking back on it, it was obvious he was privy to something he might have shared had I decided to press him further. I didn't, however, and for that I may hold a small regret.

Knives disappeared shortly after that heated discussion. It was almost like he'd vanished into thin air and I couldn't help but feel that a tremendous weight was added to his last words.

Still, I kept them tucked away in the back of my mind, preoccupied by the daily grind of being the advocate for love and peace. The evident signs of the on coming storm slipping just passed my line of sight.