Live for the One, Die for the One
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money.
A/N: This takes place after the Cell Saga in DBZ,
and in the third season of B5.
"This
is White Star 09, we copy!" Trunks shouted, as his ship went under fire from
the Shadow vessels they had been spying on with two other White Stars.
-Badly
hit…loosing atmosphere- engines going critical…-
Trunks
closed his eyes, as the captain of his sister ship made last decision-
-This
is White Star 21, we live for-
She
was cut off in mid-sentence, as the self-destruct cut in, and Trunk's eyes
flashed opened. He could mourn later. Now, he needed to get his ship out of
there, with the information they had gathered.
"Alright,
folks, lets pull a Sheridan!" he yelled in Minbari, and dashed to his ship's
helm. No Minbari, as good as they were, could pilot this thing fast enough to
get them out of here.
Well,
he could.
His
pilot protested as he was thrown out of his chair, and Trunks in that chair,
his hands invisible as he calculated a course-
The
maneuvers they executed would have been impossible for any other ship, and the
only reason they could do those was because Trunks had a higher tolerance for
g-forces. The rest of his crew were thrown, and battered senseless from some of
the corkscrews he forced the ship through.
It
almost worked-
As
they were about to activate the jump engines, a slimy, rancid feeling something
touched Trunks' mind, and he screamed at how defiled he felt.
It
was fortunate that most of his crew was insensible; he went Super Saiya-jin.
The
Shadow vessel screamed as Trunks fought back with his mind, the pain was so
intense; he couldn't describe it.
The
Golden warrior pushed back, his defenses, such as they were, mauling at the
Shadows.
There
had been eight to begin with, 21's suicide had taken out three, and two
shriveled at the sheer power of the panicked Saiya-jins defenses.
One
or two of the crew woke up after they came to a dead stop, seeing their captain
glowing gold, and started wondering if Valen had returned.
The
other Shadows, seeing the fate of their comrades, retreated. They couldn't face
the force in that small ship.
Trunks
gasped, and got the jump gate started, and autopilot took it from there with a
course set for-
Where
else? Babylon 5.
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Marcus
was one of the first to board the ship that had come in, with no one answering
at the com. He and Stephen Franklin with an emergency medical team had rushed
to the bridge, where they found Captain Briefs. He was passed out at the helm,
blood running out his eyes and ears.
A
few of the crew had come around, and had been taking damage estimates.
"We
don't know what happened," said a young human Ranger. "I was down in
engineering, when we went into some radical maneuvers. Then we stopped dead…"
Marcus
looked over at his friend. He had met him barely five months ago, and now he
was a captain.
Trunks
was being loaded onto a stretcher when he woke up. Several of his bridge crew
were whispered about the rumors they had heard, that their captain had turned
into an angel to save them… Marcus wondered if they were delusional.
"Hey,
Briefs," Marcus said, his voice sardonic. "You had a party in here with
alcohol? You know what that does to Minbari."
Trunks tried to laugh, but when he did, he saw sparks, and thought his brain had exploded.
"Naw,
just some fireworks. Man, have I got a headache," Trunks groaned, and clutched
his head. His purple hair was matted with sweat.
"You
know what some of your crew are saying? That you turned into a golden angel? I
think you must have had them on some seriously hard drugs."
"Yeah,
when piloting extremely powerful craft, its always a good idea to have your
crew doped. Man, you have got to do something with your sense of humor. That
would kill the Shadows faster than anything…"
After
seeing him to MedLab, Marcus took the flight recorder to Captain Sheridan.
"Does
this have the information we needed?" Sheridan asked, looking surprised.
"It
should. This kid may have joined the Rangers recently, but he knows his stuff.
I also think there may be something of a bonus, too…" Marcus added, as they
started looking over the information that had been gathered.
It
had to do with several of the Shadows' deployments, but also..
"Holy-
I think he managed to figure out how to get the devices out of those captive
telepaths brains…" Marcus said, after looking at the information at the
beginning of the flight recorder's logs.
"Do
you really think so?"
"Yeah,
wow, this is amazing…" Marcus said aloud. He continued to stare at the recorder
as Sheridan left the room, to get to the war room to make plans using the new
strategic information.
Marcus
was curious as to what happened to cause the 'wild party' he had found. So, he
continued to watch the flight recorder, accessing the actual images of what had
happened.
"In
Valen's name…" he said, awed by the beginning of it.
White
Star 21 being hit, the others escaping, and Trunks being left-
Trunks-
How the bloody hell did he move that fast?-
Marcus
watched as he took over the helm, shouted something about Sheridan – and he
thinks my humor is bad- and-
Dear
god-
He
watched at Trunks yelled in pain, in a way that he had seen only Lyta or any
other telepath do when confronted with a Shadow. So, that's what he's
hiding? That he's a telepath?
Then
he glowed. His hair, what wasn't in the ponytail, turned sun yellow, his eyes
became a brilliant green, then he passed out.
The
passive sensors on the ship had picked up a lot during this. The g-forces had
been- he looked at the readout, and double-checked to make sure-
They
had been over ten g's!
That
wasn't quite all of it, though. They had been at that level for a good five
minutes! That should have knocked any human out.
The
other sensors also recorded an energy spike that was- unknown. Not unknown,
just unrecordable, because it was so large, the charts didn't have big enough
numbers.
"What
the hell could have caused this?" he asked, and thought about some of the other
strange things he had seen. Was it caused by one of the Ancient Ones? They were
the only people that he knew of that could cause something like that.
Marcus
Cole did not like mysteries. So, he was going to go solve this one…
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"So,
Trunks, you mind explaining a few things to me?" Marcus asked, as an annoyed
looking man with purple hair exited MedLab.
"Like
what?" Trunks asked, as Dr. Franklin ran out behind him.
"You
can't just leave!" Stephan barked, grabbing Trunks' arm.
"Yes,
see, I'm fine, doc. Leave me alone. I need to get back."
"No,
there are some anomalies in your DNA that are worrying me, and I need to check
them out. "
"DOC!
I said I was fine, see?" Trunks growled, actually growled, and Marcus and the
Doctor backed up. He then strode off, his robe swirling around him.
"What
is going on with that guy?" The Doc asked, confused, while Marcus just watched.
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"Damn," Trunks whispered, going back to his quarters on the White Star 09, dubbed the Hope II. He had never told anyone why he called it that, but he did. The original Hope, he had still in his pocket.
Taking
it out, he popped open the capsule, and looked that the damaged ship.
No
one could have been more shocked than he was when he had arrived in this
Universe. It was after he had been arrived on this earth that he found
something had gone wrong. Apparently, Cell had somehow damaged it. He still hadn't
figured that one out.
So,
he had had to get a job. Occasionally as a bouncer, fighter, anything he could
do to bring in enough money for the parts he needed.
He
had never thought about going into space, until they had needed workers for
Babylon 5, and he had gone enthusiastically. The place would bring peace,
hopefully, and from a world reminiscent of hell, that was a wonderful thing.
He
sighed, as he looked at the almost fixed time machine. There were several parts
still missing, and the recharging should take a couple of more months, but he
was almost done. Then, he could return home.
Grinning
to himself at the thought, he popped out the miniature gravity room his mother
had made him from the other time. If he was going to defeat the androids, he needed
to keep up more than his Ranger training.
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Bester
looked at Sheridan in shock.
"You
found a way to remove the Shadow implants?"
"We
found information on them, yes," the Captain conceded, not taking his eyes from
the Psi Cop for an instant.
"May
I speak with the person who brought that information in?" he asked, as calmly
grating on the nerves as ever.
"Why,
certainly, Mr. Bester."
Sheridan
touched a toggle on his com link, and asked for Ranger Briefs.
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Trunks
had been finishing his vibe shower at the time, and wondered what was going on.
"Sir?"
he asked, getting dressed in his uniform.
"I
have someone here that would like to hear what happened on your last mission.
Would you mind coming to my office?"
Trunks
knew that tone. "Not at all, sir, I'm on my way."
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As
Trunks entered Captain Sheridan's office, he saw a small man, middle aged, but
still tough looking, wearing a uniform that had been used as a boogey
story. From what he had heard about the
telepaths of this time, Trunks was glad that he was not going to be living here
for long.
Locking
eyes with the man, he hissed as pain seemed to flair between his eyes, and he
instinctively blocked it, like it was a chi attack.
Bester
looked alarmed when his probe hit something like a hard, seamless, metal wall.
He overcame his shock by taking in the young man in front of him, who was
shaking his head like he had no idea what was going on.
This
amused Bester, and he tried again.
This
time Trunks guessed what was going on.
THUMP!
"What
were you trying to do to my mind?" Trunks yelled, and Bester grinned.
"Well,
Captain," Bester wheezed around the arm like an iron bar, that was successfully
keeping him from moving, and almost breathing. "It seems we have a rogue
telepath here."
Well, do I finish?