Disclaimer: I own nothing. JMS owns everything but the plot, which is mine.
Author's note: This is the first fic I am archiving. Please read and review. Also due to exams it may be a while before I update.
Holiday Light
Chapter one: Observances.
For the last few months, near a year to be exact, the wars for liberty had waged bitterly. It was the middle of December, but, unlike the previous two on the station, Christmas preparations weren't even thought of. In fact, no one had mentioned it. It was as if defeating the darkness was all that mattered, and nothing else registered in the minds of those who had become the Army of Light.
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Commander Susan Maria Ivanova stood in C and C directing supply ships to dock, launching fighters, gathering information and much more. A man silently watched her, unnoticed by her and her crew of workers, working hard for the fall of the Dark Ones. They were weary and silent, none of last year's batter. Susan, herself, looked exhausted. She had a dry cough, which was heard often, despite her efforts to muffle it with a handkerchief. She was pale with shadows under her eyes. Her always slight frame looked skeletal. Her hands were blistered and she seemed to be having trouble with her back. Unobserved he slipped away.
Security seemed just as silent as C n C. Chief Michael Garibaldi paced the main office observing the cameras, searching. His people practiced hand to hand and searched for Clark's people and agents as well as the usual criminals. The Chief seemed older than his 43 years. His face was aged, his hair gone. There was a bitterness in his eyes. The bitterness made the man, although a warrior himself, slip away.
Medlabs were full of the casualties of the last battle just three days ago. Unlike the other places of silence, it was filled with noise of doctors battling to save lives. They, too, were weary. Dr. Stephen Franklin's eyes were bracketed by lines. He slipped by his desk and discreetly opening a drawer, took out a needle of stims to jerk him back to life.
The only of the bunch who were in their own quarters that night, were the Sheridans', John and Delenn, expecting their first child in a month. It seemed they were the only ones who had been spared the physical scars of battle. Yet, their worry showed as well. The worry of doom, of darkness and of fate worse than death for the universe if they failed.
The man was one of them. A freedom fighter. Second in command of the stations Rangers. For many years his pain had forced him to ignore the holidays. Now, he had a reason to live and a reason to die. Now, he had a purpose. He had a reason to celebrate. The darkness would be defeated. He would help his comrades see that as well. They deserved a break. And they would have it.
Author's note: This is the first fic I am archiving. Please read and review. Also due to exams it may be a while before I update.
Holiday Light
Chapter one: Observances.
For the last few months, near a year to be exact, the wars for liberty had waged bitterly. It was the middle of December, but, unlike the previous two on the station, Christmas preparations weren't even thought of. In fact, no one had mentioned it. It was as if defeating the darkness was all that mattered, and nothing else registered in the minds of those who had become the Army of Light.
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Commander Susan Maria Ivanova stood in C and C directing supply ships to dock, launching fighters, gathering information and much more. A man silently watched her, unnoticed by her and her crew of workers, working hard for the fall of the Dark Ones. They were weary and silent, none of last year's batter. Susan, herself, looked exhausted. She had a dry cough, which was heard often, despite her efforts to muffle it with a handkerchief. She was pale with shadows under her eyes. Her always slight frame looked skeletal. Her hands were blistered and she seemed to be having trouble with her back. Unobserved he slipped away.
Security seemed just as silent as C n C. Chief Michael Garibaldi paced the main office observing the cameras, searching. His people practiced hand to hand and searched for Clark's people and agents as well as the usual criminals. The Chief seemed older than his 43 years. His face was aged, his hair gone. There was a bitterness in his eyes. The bitterness made the man, although a warrior himself, slip away.
Medlabs were full of the casualties of the last battle just three days ago. Unlike the other places of silence, it was filled with noise of doctors battling to save lives. They, too, were weary. Dr. Stephen Franklin's eyes were bracketed by lines. He slipped by his desk and discreetly opening a drawer, took out a needle of stims to jerk him back to life.
The only of the bunch who were in their own quarters that night, were the Sheridans', John and Delenn, expecting their first child in a month. It seemed they were the only ones who had been spared the physical scars of battle. Yet, their worry showed as well. The worry of doom, of darkness and of fate worse than death for the universe if they failed.
The man was one of them. A freedom fighter. Second in command of the stations Rangers. For many years his pain had forced him to ignore the holidays. Now, he had a reason to live and a reason to die. Now, he had a purpose. He had a reason to celebrate. The darkness would be defeated. He would help his comrades see that as well. They deserved a break. And they would have it.