seaQuest ist nicht mein.
Spectacular sunsets for all of the kind people who have reviewed: kas, pari106, Zoe, sara, TeacherTam, ano, KatKnits00, Teresa and hepatica.
For everyone who's confused about what the hell Braithwaite is doing in the ventilation shafts in a PSW base (fixing the air conditioning? I don't think so...), take a look at chapter 5 of this fic. I didn't mean it to be confusing, but I didn't want it to be too obvious that he was going to turn up either – any criticisms about the way I've handled things are, as always, gratefully received.
sara: you're quite right, The Alliance of Free Nations and the Pacific South-West Federation are two different confederations, although they only share a short border so they don't have much to do with each other. Both are more concerned with the UEO.
Well, I have a feeling you're all going to hate me for this....
Ghosts
Chapter 10
Braithwaite stared in astonishment at the familiar figure who had just come barrelling through the security doors. Both men stood for a moment, watching each other warily in the room lit only by the red flash of the security alert. Then Braithwaite spoke.
"Commander Wolenczak. We must stop meeting like this."
Wolenczak nodded once, his face calm. "Captain."
"What are you doing here?" Braithwaite asked, seeing that Wolenczak was backing slowly away, and realising to his surprise that the young man did not appear to have a weapon. He kept his own rifle trained on his former commander's chest.
"I could ask you the same thing."
For a moment the only sound was the siren's shriek, then Braithwaite shook his head.
"So. You did defect after all. I didn't want to believe it."
Wolenczak's expression did not change. "No, Captain. I didn't defect. I'm still fighting for what I believe in."
Braithwaite raised an eyebrow. "For the UEO?"
Slowly, the other man shook his head, never taking his eyes off Braithwaite or the weapon that was pointed in his direction. "No. Not for them. For us."
Braithwaite frowned, and then sighed. He felt suddenly very old. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter much any more. You understand what I have to do."
Wolenczak straightened to attention. "I understand," he said, regarding the older man unflinchingly.
Braithwaite nodded, and brought the barrel of his rifle up until it was pointing toward his former commander's forehead. He felt like he should say something, but everything had already been said. Unable to meet the young man's defiant stare, he looked away.
And squeezed the trigger.
Spectacular sunsets for all of the kind people who have reviewed: kas, pari106, Zoe, sara, TeacherTam, ano, KatKnits00, Teresa and hepatica.
For everyone who's confused about what the hell Braithwaite is doing in the ventilation shafts in a PSW base (fixing the air conditioning? I don't think so...), take a look at chapter 5 of this fic. I didn't mean it to be confusing, but I didn't want it to be too obvious that he was going to turn up either – any criticisms about the way I've handled things are, as always, gratefully received.
sara: you're quite right, The Alliance of Free Nations and the Pacific South-West Federation are two different confederations, although they only share a short border so they don't have much to do with each other. Both are more concerned with the UEO.
Well, I have a feeling you're all going to hate me for this....
Ghosts
Chapter 10
Braithwaite stared in astonishment at the familiar figure who had just come barrelling through the security doors. Both men stood for a moment, watching each other warily in the room lit only by the red flash of the security alert. Then Braithwaite spoke.
"Commander Wolenczak. We must stop meeting like this."
Wolenczak nodded once, his face calm. "Captain."
"What are you doing here?" Braithwaite asked, seeing that Wolenczak was backing slowly away, and realising to his surprise that the young man did not appear to have a weapon. He kept his own rifle trained on his former commander's chest.
"I could ask you the same thing."
For a moment the only sound was the siren's shriek, then Braithwaite shook his head.
"So. You did defect after all. I didn't want to believe it."
Wolenczak's expression did not change. "No, Captain. I didn't defect. I'm still fighting for what I believe in."
Braithwaite raised an eyebrow. "For the UEO?"
Slowly, the other man shook his head, never taking his eyes off Braithwaite or the weapon that was pointed in his direction. "No. Not for them. For us."
Braithwaite frowned, and then sighed. He felt suddenly very old. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter much any more. You understand what I have to do."
Wolenczak straightened to attention. "I understand," he said, regarding the older man unflinchingly.
Braithwaite nodded, and brought the barrel of his rifle up until it was pointing toward his former commander's forehead. He felt like he should say something, but everything had already been said. Unable to meet the young man's defiant stare, he looked away.
And squeezed the trigger.