Here's part 2! Hope you all enjoy!

Tucker and Simmons were charged with finding a place for the wounded. They eventually decided to put them in the ship's infirmary, which was mostly intact despite the crash. Doc was sitting in a chair near the infirmary door while Wash paced back and forth across the room.

"You really should relax" Doc said without looking up from the gardening book in his hands. "Stress like this is terrible for your blood pressure."

"A ghost just fell out of the sky and turned red base into a crater!" Wash shouted. "How am I supposed to relax?"

"Well, pacing like that won't help anything" Doc countered.

"Seriously, dude, just watching you is making me tired" a muttered comment came from Grif's bed.

"Grif, you're alive! How's your throat feel?" Doc asked.

"Fine, I guess" Grif said. "I got hit by a meteor. Shouldn't you be asking if I feel like a pancake or something? Why would you ask about my throat?"

"Oh, no reason. Just general health questions" Doc said nervously.

"If you're okay, you should probably get back to your base. Simmons and Sarge will need all the help they can get fixing your base" Wash said.

"On second thought, my throat is really hurting. Maybe I should stay here and rest for a while" Grif said, rubbing his throat. Wash glared at him. "Fine, I'm going" Grif groaned. "Come on, Doc, help me up."

After Doc and Grif left, Wash sat in a chair next to Georgia's bed. "They're gone. You can drop the act now."

"What makes you think I'm acting?" Georgia's mouth barely moved when he spoke.

"Because I went through the same training you did, Georgia."

Georgia sat up, smiling. "I thought I recognized your voice. You're that rookie I beat up on his first day!"

"Yes, I remember" Wash said. "How did you get here? What happened to you?"

Georgia sat up and rubbed his head. "I'm not entirely sure. My memory seems to be a little fuzzy." He paused for a few minutes, thinking. "I remember I was working with some recruits. I got stuck doing that a lot because my rank was so low; twenty-third place, I think. Anyway, I was testing these recruits on zero gravity bomb defusing, floating around outside of the Mother of Invention's main hangar. Then" he stopped and put his hand on his forehead. "It's all a blur; I don't know what happened next."

"You can't remember anything?" Wash asked.

"Something went wrong, I remember that. One of the recruits made a mistake with his bomb, or maybe one of the bombs malfunctioned, I'm not sure. I know I took it away from the kid and tried to disarm it myself, but there wasn't enough time. I had to get it away from the ship. We were all wearing jetpacks so we could get back to the hangar if we started to drift. I started flying away, yelling for all the recruits to get back to the ship. Once I thought I was far enough away, I let go of the bomb. I didn't have time to get back to the ship, so I just kept flying away, but I couldn't get far enough before it exploded." Georgia paused again. Wash was about to ask him if he remembered anything else, when he continued.

"I think I got knocked out for a little while, but I'm not sure how long. When I woke up my armor had locked and I couldn't move. My armor's HUD said I was leaking air, and my radio was broken, as well as the jetpack. I was spinning in circles and I couldn't stop myself, but the worst part was that I couldn't see anyone. No matter what direction I spun, there was nothing. No rescue team, no recruits, not even the ship. Just space and stars as far as I could see. That's when I realized how much trouble I was really in. I had no way to call for help and no idea where I was, and I was leaking oxygen. My armor had been given modifications for deep space missions, so under normal circumstances I could have lasted days, if not weeks, with my air supply. Unfortunately, the leak cut me down to hours. I thought I was done for, until I remembered my secret."

"And what was that?" Wash asked.

"Well, you know how only the agents at the top of the leader board got special equipment in their armor?"

"Yeah…"

"I was one of the first to be recruited for Project Freelancer. Back then, there wasn't as much competition for the leader board because there were so few of us, so I managed to hold my place at the top for a while. That's when my armor was first modified for deep space, but that's also when I was given something else." Georgia paused dramatically.

"Are you really gonna make me keep asking, or will you just get on with the story?" Wash complained.

Georgia chuckled. "My armor was outfitted with a stasis unit. If my vitals ever dropped too low or if I ever needed to be left in space for too long, my armor would put me in stasis until I could be retrieved. The unit was supposed to be taken away from me when I dropped off the leader board, but no one ever came to get it. Every time I got back from a mission and sent my armor to get cleaned I expected it to come back minus one stasis unit, but it never did." Georgia smiled mischievously. "I probably should have mentioned it at some point, but I liked having the upgrade and I figured if the Director ever needed it for something he would send someone to come get it. I guess it's this thought that saved my life.

"When I realized no one was coming for me, I activated the stasis unit. My armor was already locked so I just had to give a voice command and snap, I was out. The next thing I knew I woke up here." Georgia looked around the room. "This doesn't look like the Mother of Invention's infirmary, though. Where are we?"

"Well, I'm not exactly sure about that" Wash answered. "Our ship crashed here a few weeks ago and we haven't been able to get home yet."

"So, I went from stranded in space to stranded on an unknown planet? I guess it's an improvement. At least there's air here." Georgia stood up, stretched, and put his helmet back on. "So, anything interesting happen since I left?"

Wash sighed. "That's a very long story."

End note: That's all there is, as far as I know. I've toyed around with the idea of making my Georgia a full character, but I don't know where I would take the story. I've already been toying with the idea for a different RVB fanfic, and I don't think it would work well with this one. Still, let me know what you think of this!