Final Edit. To all my readers: Knives gets to have more fun than before...

Lights in the Dark

The ship's lights could be seen miles away. Knives swore every word he'd picked up from the videos and stood, watching the ship's lights brighten to full power. How? How did they get it to run again? There had only been a few scientists upon each ship, right? Had the scientists survived this ship's crash? He balled up his fists, wishing he had something to kill... They were using his sisters... Now that he ship was operating it would be only a short time before they could start building homes.
Already the crew that had gone out into the war zone had walked past to investigate the lights. They spoke of building a city with the survivors, making this planet their second home. They talked about naming it New Orlando, after the place they had left. Knives knew they were too far away from Earth to send a distress signal. There was no one to come to their aid. If all of the ships managed to do as this one had, especially if they found the plant ship... It would only be a matter of time before they would spread over the planet. The humans were a disease... They would destroy this planet as they had their own, and in the years to come they would migrate to other planets...
"No!!" Knives screamed, his voice echoing under the three risen moons. He bent down and gathered his belongings, slinging his bag upon his back as he finished. He would find Vash now. They had to find the plant ship before the humans did. It was the only way he would be able to stop them. With a snarl, Knives jumped down the hill where he had camped and headed towards the ship.
The darkness swallowed up the vast graveyard, the bodies that lay unburied, and the unending desert. It also swallowed up the distance. Knives could feel it on his feet, but he could not see it. Even the length of the ship had never been this far. He didn't tire, but he felt the gravity. He also felt a worry, like one he'd never felt before.
What if these people accepted Vash? If he came to love them as much as he'd loved Rem there was no telling what Vash would do. They were twins, but the truth was, Knives really wasn't sure if he knew Vash at all. How could he forgive the humans? How could he forgive those that murdered Tessla so easily? How could he forgive them?
Knives clutched his fists as he walked. Why wouldn't Vash forgive him? They were brothers, but all of Vash's affections had been for Rem... And those damn humans.
He could see the lights ahead, spread across the land. Spotlights were situated over the dark land in little groups. The light didn't spread very far; they looked like a reflection of the stars. This land was so unlike home, foreign in all its parts. Knives wished to return to the sky, to the places he knew, the recreation room where the geo plant produced life, to the long hallways, and the angels in the glass globes.
But it would be a long time before that could happen. He had to find Vash first. His brother had been to the ship. He'd coaxed the plants to life somehow, and Knives hoped he'd still be there. Vash had been hiding something from him this whole time, hadn't he? The humans couldn't have done this alone... He didn't want to speak to the humans... Every thing about them made him quiver in hatred. They would be destroyed to the very last one, until the species were completely forgotten. Then maybe it would make up for just a fraction of what they had done to the plants.
Skirting the various camps, Knives made his way to the ship. The lights were bright, never dimming. The power given them was perfect. No emergency generator could produce that kind of power. Only the plants... Only those perfect beings, only his sisters could produce such a power to allow the SEEDS ship across the space and the far reaches of the galaxy.
Knives looked up at the outside of the ship. He'd seen these before, from space, but never up close. Never was he able to read the word SEEDS so clearly as now. The sight brought awe to imagine that his people, even just one, could power such a great thing. Ten of them in each ship, unable to die, would have taken them to places unimaginable.
He closed his eyes. Again he wondered if he had done the right thing. Not only had the humans died, but also many of his sisters... Like the ones in this ship that were quiet.
He slid in past two men playing cards nearby, into the ship itself. Voices still carried through the darkness although many of the humans had long since gone to sleep. The plants that had survived were chatting with each other. They didn't speak words, more like feelings. The other globes were broken and blackened. Knives bowed his head in regret and went to the nearest one. She was surprised at his approach, grateful that he had filled her stomach, and Knives pulled away in shock. Obviously she had mistaken him for his brother, but how did Vash do what this plant claimed? Vash hates them, their very existence... Doesn't he?
Voices caused Knives to retreat. He could hear men speaking to one another even as he hid in a dark corner untouched by the ship's lights. "I don't know what he did, Bernard, but it sure is a miracle, isn't it? He saved us all."
"I don't trust it, Jeremy. That kid was strange the moment he showed up. He was in the mother ship... That says it all, doesn't it? We almost didn't get everyone on the ship because of those people. My son Jack nearly got left behind because of their arrogance and selfishness..." The two men stopped to look up at the plant, and Knives watched them suspiciously.
"Vash wasn't like those people..." Jeremy sighed, "He doesn't really seem human at all, how he talked the plant to life again. I saw it all, Bernard, and I don't know anyone who could have done that." He paused, looking at Bernard. "But that does not mean he's evil. He helped us, and it took a lot out of him."
"The others in the hospital are scared of him," Bernard replied. "They moved everyone out of his room when we told them what he did."
Jeremy waved his hand and started to walk away, closer to Knives who shrunk further into hiding. "Then they are fools. He's just a boy."
"A freak, if you ask me... And the others think so too." Bernard came up to Jeremy, hands in fists. "He can't stay here. If you don't make him leave, then I will."
"But he's the only one who knows anything about the plants!"
Bernard frowned, "We'll find someone else. Already we've made contact with the plant ship. They'll send someone within the month." He turned away and headed for the door. "Get rid of him, before he does something else with whatever powers he possesses... Like killing the rest of us."
He stormed out of the room even as Jeremy whispered, "He didn't... Did he?"
Knives watched the older man disappear through the opposite door towards the outside. The humans were all alike, weren't they? Suspicious by nature and killers at heart. All they cared about were themselves. Even when Vash had helped them, they were still fearful of him; enough to stab him in the back.
"Besides," Knives said as he came out of hiding to look at the plants, "Vash wouldn't harm them. But I would." Maybe Vash would have to wait. His brother would find out what the humans thought of him soon enough. This Bernard was a problem. Something had to be done. "I have to protect him, right?"
But first... He had to find the medical bay. The supplies Vash had used on the little human would already set them behind. They were too important. Knives came from hiding and took another look at the plants. "I'll free you someday." Then he nodded to himself and wandered after the man Bernard and deeper into the ship.

The night was draining away as Knives searched through the medical bay. He'd followed Bernard in silence until he'd joined up with other humans. There were too many, and they were too large, for Knives to deal with. He retreated to his first task.
Humans had been here. They had torn apart shelves, had ripped open drawers and had scavenged for anything they found useful. But Knives had a distinct advantage over them. He knew where the emergency kits were kept. Humans would overlook the precious items, but Knives knew better. Rem had taught him every inch of his ship and he had memorized everything. There wasn't anything he didn't know how to fix, or to take apart and make better.
"Ah, here it is," Knives said as he pulled open a compartment in the floor. Stored in the hidden compartment were all of the necessary supplies for an anti-gravity surgery. The supplies had been packaged tightly to avoid contamination and needless floating in case they lost gravity during flight.
He pulled it from hiding and opened the casing. Needles, syringes, bandages, medicine, and knives... "Aren't you beautiful?" Knives pulled a long steel blade from its casing to look at. "You must be for sawing off dead limbs, aren't you?" He ran his fingers slightly over the shiny stainless steel, and then smiled. "You'll do."