Title: Junior Independent
Author: Tatt Skywalker
Spoilers: Yeah, I supppose there are spoilers but then with only two episodes, the information has to come from somewhere.
Disclaimer: I own not this show nor anything you read about in this fic except Eion Brass. Thanks to the wonderful FOX Firefly site, I was able to find out about the Battle of Serenity.
Author's Note: I think this a great show with a great storyline. However, I'm going to voice my regret that FOX cancelled Dark Angel which I also thought was a great show. Any angry DA fans who come to read this, I'm on your side. I even signed the online petition... granted that may have been the "Save the Jedi Apprentice Series" petition I'm remember...
FLASHES:
Serenity. Could he never forget it? Still today he could remember it all. The memories - they haunted his dreams. Never would he be free of their torment.
Guns blasting. The young boy hit the ground with tears in his eyes. But the fall was cushioned and he felt no pain. He opened his eyes to see the dead body of a brown-coat Independent soldier bellow him.
"Eion," he was aware of someone calling him, then dragging off the corpse only to throw him behind a wall of them. He looked back the way he'd come but no one followed.
Behind the wall of bodies he saw a face he recognized. "Dad!" he yelled and crawled over to hug his father.
Brass Keer held his son at arms length and looked him over until he was satisfied the boy was alright. He himself was covered in blood but Eion paid no mind, embracing his father again.
"In coming!"
There was a loud whistle and then an explosion. The boy was unsure of anything after that. He was flying, landing a moment later. His chest and arm hurt really badly and Eion was aware of several more explosions but they sounded so far off.
"Grab the kid!" someone yelled. "Let's go! Move!"
He was being lifted by something - someone - he could tell but he couldn't make himself move. He fell atleast twice more only to be picked up again and carried off.
Eion finally came to rest in a pile of dust and muck. He was able to open his eyes after a few moments to see Sargeant Reynolds leaning over him.
"Eion," he said. "Your father. Where is he?"
But the boy couldn't answer.
Reynolds sighed and called, "Zoe! Take care of Eion."
She came over to him, he knew, but then he remember nothing more. Soon, he gratefully slipped into darkness.
Now he was dreaming in a dream. Bodies. Piled on top of one another. Eion saw Feds zig-zagging around the piles, heading in his direction.
He dove behind a small stack of bodies for safety. The Feds passed and Eion observed his surroundings. The bodies. They all bore the same face. The face... of Colonel Brass Keer.
He awoke with a start but he really wasn't awake, yet. Eion saw Malcolm Reynolds kneeling over a wouned man.
"Sir?" the boy asked weakly.
"Mac!" he yelled. "Get some water over here!"
Mac Mershaw handed Eion a cup of dust-filled water. In the three months that he and his father had been there, he'd gotten used to all the dirt in the food and drinks.
Reynolds helped him sit up and then grabbed him by his shoulders. "Eion, I've got some bad news."
The boy knew what was coming.
"Eion. Your father is dead."
Six years later, light years away from the planet Hera and the valley of Serenity, a young man awoke in a cold sweat.
It was still night and he felt his way along the dark walls to the sink across the room. He turned on the faucette and splashed his face with the cool water.
Eion K. Brass, the name change a story he didn't want to recall, sat back down on his bed and looked out the bars of his cell at a light down the corridor. It was actually the best accomodations he'd had in months. The bed was comfortable and they fed him well.
It was better than the last cell he'd been on in Tassle, he had to admit. But it wasn't like he was going to stay. No, Eion Brass only needed a way out. He was confident in his ability to talk his way out of things... or to escape if talking failed.
The rest of the morning passed quickly and, thankfully, memory free. It was a good thing too. Eion spent the time looking for around his cell for a way out. Though after about two hours. Escape seemed futile. He fell backwards on his bed and sighed. This wasn't good. This was *really* not good.
Just two days prior, he'd been found guilty by Wayne law to be guilty of murder. Eion hadn't meant to kill anyone. A simple run. It all went downhill though and came back to bite him in the ass.
The week before, the local Alliance armory had gotten a new shipment. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. From age fifteen, Eion had been a one man resistance against the Alliance. He'd been blowing up Federal munition depots on the outer edge for years. Truthfully, it was great fun. He'd never gotten caught (not for that anyways) or ever killed anyone. Until now.
He groaned. This was very bad. And worse... the execution was scheduled for later that day.
Author: Tatt Skywalker
Spoilers: Yeah, I supppose there are spoilers but then with only two episodes, the information has to come from somewhere.
Disclaimer: I own not this show nor anything you read about in this fic except Eion Brass. Thanks to the wonderful FOX Firefly site, I was able to find out about the Battle of Serenity.
Author's Note: I think this a great show with a great storyline. However, I'm going to voice my regret that FOX cancelled Dark Angel which I also thought was a great show. Any angry DA fans who come to read this, I'm on your side. I even signed the online petition... granted that may have been the "Save the Jedi Apprentice Series" petition I'm remember...
FLASHES:
Serenity. Could he never forget it? Still today he could remember it all. The memories - they haunted his dreams. Never would he be free of their torment.
Guns blasting. The young boy hit the ground with tears in his eyes. But the fall was cushioned and he felt no pain. He opened his eyes to see the dead body of a brown-coat Independent soldier bellow him.
"Eion," he was aware of someone calling him, then dragging off the corpse only to throw him behind a wall of them. He looked back the way he'd come but no one followed.
Behind the wall of bodies he saw a face he recognized. "Dad!" he yelled and crawled over to hug his father.
Brass Keer held his son at arms length and looked him over until he was satisfied the boy was alright. He himself was covered in blood but Eion paid no mind, embracing his father again.
"In coming!"
There was a loud whistle and then an explosion. The boy was unsure of anything after that. He was flying, landing a moment later. His chest and arm hurt really badly and Eion was aware of several more explosions but they sounded so far off.
"Grab the kid!" someone yelled. "Let's go! Move!"
He was being lifted by something - someone - he could tell but he couldn't make himself move. He fell atleast twice more only to be picked up again and carried off.
Eion finally came to rest in a pile of dust and muck. He was able to open his eyes after a few moments to see Sargeant Reynolds leaning over him.
"Eion," he said. "Your father. Where is he?"
But the boy couldn't answer.
Reynolds sighed and called, "Zoe! Take care of Eion."
She came over to him, he knew, but then he remember nothing more. Soon, he gratefully slipped into darkness.
Now he was dreaming in a dream. Bodies. Piled on top of one another. Eion saw Feds zig-zagging around the piles, heading in his direction.
He dove behind a small stack of bodies for safety. The Feds passed and Eion observed his surroundings. The bodies. They all bore the same face. The face... of Colonel Brass Keer.
He awoke with a start but he really wasn't awake, yet. Eion saw Malcolm Reynolds kneeling over a wouned man.
"Sir?" the boy asked weakly.
"Mac!" he yelled. "Get some water over here!"
Mac Mershaw handed Eion a cup of dust-filled water. In the three months that he and his father had been there, he'd gotten used to all the dirt in the food and drinks.
Reynolds helped him sit up and then grabbed him by his shoulders. "Eion, I've got some bad news."
The boy knew what was coming.
"Eion. Your father is dead."
Six years later, light years away from the planet Hera and the valley of Serenity, a young man awoke in a cold sweat.
It was still night and he felt his way along the dark walls to the sink across the room. He turned on the faucette and splashed his face with the cool water.
Eion K. Brass, the name change a story he didn't want to recall, sat back down on his bed and looked out the bars of his cell at a light down the corridor. It was actually the best accomodations he'd had in months. The bed was comfortable and they fed him well.
It was better than the last cell he'd been on in Tassle, he had to admit. But it wasn't like he was going to stay. No, Eion Brass only needed a way out. He was confident in his ability to talk his way out of things... or to escape if talking failed.
The rest of the morning passed quickly and, thankfully, memory free. It was a good thing too. Eion spent the time looking for around his cell for a way out. Though after about two hours. Escape seemed futile. He fell backwards on his bed and sighed. This wasn't good. This was *really* not good.
Just two days prior, he'd been found guilty by Wayne law to be guilty of murder. Eion hadn't meant to kill anyone. A simple run. It all went downhill though and came back to bite him in the ass.
The week before, the local Alliance armory had gotten a new shipment. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. From age fifteen, Eion had been a one man resistance against the Alliance. He'd been blowing up Federal munition depots on the outer edge for years. Truthfully, it was great fun. He'd never gotten caught (not for that anyways) or ever killed anyone. Until now.
He groaned. This was very bad. And worse... the execution was scheduled for later that day.