I hope you enjoy this little look at one of the fic's I'm working
on at present... I've sent previous versions of this to my pre-readers,
and even managed to get the attention of Zen. Something which surprised
me, since I respect his work highly.
(When IS Long and Winding Road 2 coming out, Zen? *grin*)
Ed Becerra
"Dreamers may die, but the dream is eternal..."
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"I try never to get involved in my own life. Too much trouble."
- Mr. Garibaldi (to Mr. Endawi) "Babylon 5: Matters of Honor"
* * *
Ed sat in the bridge, shuddering. "If I _EVER_ see that universe again, I
hope someone _shoots_ me."
"It was educational, boss."
"Educational my ASS! I _never_ want to visit the Anime University again.
I'd rather have a Jyusenkyo curse, thank you very much." He shivered. "And
the Professor in the Advanced Sciences Department was the worst... I swear,
if I ever hear that 'Hi, I like you, wanna be my guinea pig?' again, I'll
kill her." He reigned in his emotions with an obvious effort. "And the Home
Economics division was almost as bad. What kind of *idiot* puts Saotome
Akane in charge of a _COOKING_ class?"
"Same one that put Tendo Nabiki and Katherine Madigan in Administration,
b'wana."
"Please, don't remind me," he sighed. "Those two could squeeze yen from a
stone. And not even work up a sweat." He looked at the blue planet spinning
serenely below. "Time to go. Let's rotate."
Behind him, in his private cabin, a tall staff merged with the deckplates
began to glow in an obviously mystical fashion. It had done this before. It
would do it in the future. But this time, and only this time, the glow began
to pulse. Not a good sign. No, not good at all.
* * *
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and
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Are Proud to Present
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* * *
"Rotation completed, b'wana. Hmm... this is odd."
"What is is, Min?"
"We didn't emerge near Earth this time. We didn't even come out near the
Solar system."
"Any ideas where we are?"
The ACI nodded. "It's a listed system. Looks habitable. We came out
away from the ecliptic, it looks like." She frowned. "Scanning.."
Ed nodded and pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Lemme know if you get
anything love.. better yet, let me know if you find out why Twister's spell
sent us here."
"Uh-oh."
He shrank deeper into the captain's seat. "Uh-oh?"
"Emergency, boss. We've got major rubble off the port bow, and.. boss!
There's a survivor!"
He shot up straight in his chair. "What?"
"Suited, drifting.. he's running low on consumables, and life support in
his suit is failing." She paused. "There's no no else in the area, aside
from a ship high-tailing it out of the system. If we don't make pickup, no
one will, lover."
He nodded, swearing under his breath. "Go ahead, but use a cable, not a
tractor or a transporter. I don't want to give up anything I don't have to."
He eyed the wreckage Minerva was imaging on the main screen. "What ever
happened here, they had one HELL of a battle. Somebody really kicked ass in
a major way." He turned back to her. "Deep scans, Min. If there's someone
unfriendly in the area, I want to know about it sooner, rather than later."
* * *
"Wha.. who..?"
"Calm down, friend. And don't try to talk. You're safe, for the time
being." The grey haired man smiled down at him. "You're aboard the private
yatch, Calypso. We found you drifting and unconsious, with almost nothing
left in your suit's tanks. And what looks like the left-overs of a
_serious_ battle floating nearby. We picked you up, and you're in our
sickbay right now, recovering."
"o..our?"
Ed nodded to one side. "I'm sure you'd like to meet my first mate, and
currently your nurse, Minerva." A lovely young woman stepped forward and
swatted Ed over the head.
"And he should be resting, not listening to you blather, boss. I'm the
medic around here, remember?"
The by-now thoroughly confused man on the medi-bed watched as the
grey-haired man rolled his eyes at the woman. *Minerva?* he thought? "I.. I
don't understand.."
Minerva came to his side. "Well, at the moment, you don't need to. You're
suffering from oxygen deprivation and death pressure effects. On top of
that, you were shot, although your pressure suit took most of the blow for
you. You need to rest and recouperate. When you're feeling better, we'll get
your personal information, and take you to your family, or friends, or to
wherever you'd like to go after you've fully recovered." She frowned. "Can
you tell us your name?"
"Die.. Dietrich. Dick Dietrich," the patient got out, then slipped into
unconsciousness once again.
Ed looked worriedly at him. "What's wrong, Min?"
"Nothing truly serious, boss.. he's just exhausted, on top of the other
things that he's suffering from. Stress." She smiled. "A little oxygen, some
food, water and rest, a bit of quick-heal on the side and he'll be okay. 48
hours tops, I'd say."
* * *
"We're WHERE?!"
That agonized scream shook the Calypso and could have been heard light
years away if empty space had been capable of carrying sound.
"Calm down, boss! It's not _that_ bad."
Ed looked at her and dropped his head into his hands and moaned. "Please
tell me you're joking."
"No. Given our guest's name, and the recent transmissions I've been
monitoring from this system, the planet nearby is the world of Dolz, and
we're in the same universe as the.."
"DON'T SAY IT!" he screamed, jerking upright.
"..Lovely Angels," she finished. "We're in the reality of the Flight 005
Conspiracy OAV."
"The Dirty Pair," he whispered. "We're doomed."
* * *
Somewhere, light years away, a red-haired young woman sat up in her bunk
and looked around, confused and angry. "I could have _sworn_ I heard
someone say it.."
* * *
"Why so upset, boss? It's not like they could hurt either of us. You're
too tough.. and I know you'd never let anyone hurt me."
He was knocking back a bottle of Russian vodka as if his life depended on
how fast he could chug it. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and
started over. "Min.. the Angels are right.. it never IS their fault. Yet
mayhem, disaster and chaos follow them like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
They don't even have to be on a mission for things to start going wrong
around them. And that means.. " He stopped, and drew a deep breath. "..that
means they are probably _his_."
The lovely ACI blinked, and her eyes widened slightly. "How is that
possible?"
"You work for me and you can ask that? It wouldn't even surprise me if
they're blood relations of his. He makes Ataru Moroboshi look like a
celibate monk. Their hair and skin color aren't important, he was always
good at faking that. As good as Zeus was said to be."
She nodded. "Truly. You think they are his daughters?"
"Granddaughters, possibly.. or great-granddaughters. The number of
generations doesn't matter.. _that_ bloodline _always_ breeds true." He
winced. "I'm proof of that. And since the Angels are here, he's probably
nearby, so he can enjoy the fireworks." A hard, angry look crept into his
face. "And I do NOT intend to let that miserable sonafabitch get his claws
back into me. _THAT_ is why I'm so upset."
Minerva looked into his face. "'No one owns me', right?"
"That.. and 'All debts are paid.' He tried to hook me once. And that's
all he gets. Once." He rose from his seat. "We can't leave here until we
find or do whatever it is that Valanna's spell brought us here for, so let's
find it, A.S.A.P." Lifting a hand, he began to quickly tick off points on
his fingers. "First.. we drop our passenger off at the nearest world that
has a 3WA office. I may not want to go near one, but I'll be damned if I'll
be cruel to an innocent bystander just because I've managed to get my OWN
tail in a knot. Second, we start looking for our objective in this reality.
After that.. we'll see."
"It's a plan, boss..."
"I take it you have an objection?" he asked.
"More of an observation. Remember, we're dealing with the Lovely Angels
here. Murphy's Law went into full effect the second we appeared in this
cosmos, and as someone else said, 90% of the bad luck resulting from that
fact is going to focus right on YOU, boss. That means a meeting with the
Angels isn't just likely, it's _inevitable_."
"Oh... now _THERE'S_ a pleasant thought. Thank you EVER so much, Min."
She grinned. "It's my job. And I love my work."
"Why me?" he sighed rhetorically. "All right. Attention to orders. Since
we're near Dolz, crack their local net, grab every byte of data that looks
useful, and find me a nearby planet with a 3WA office that's still small
enough that we won't attract too much attention. I rather doubt a thlIngan
Bird of Prey scoutship is seen very often in these parts, and getting
noticed is the last thing we want until we have enough information to fit
into local society." He paused. "Oh, yeah.. and after that little joke with
the jellyfish and the toast last Wendsday?"
"Yes?"
"I want it all done _yesterday_."
"*groan* Right away, b'wana."
* * *
"Found what you're looking for, boss."
"Yes?" he replied absently.
"The world of Asim. Settled primarily by people of Middle Eastern
descent, some idiot apparently made the error of routing an Arab
colonization ship there without checking to see what other settlers had
already arrived."
Ed snorted. "Let me guess... an Israeli kibbutzim was already set up
there."
She nodded. "So there is a permanant 3WA presence there. Not much, just
an office and a few full-time staffers. No trouble consultant teams. There's
a decent spaceport with regular flights into and out of the system, and
they're tied into the interstellar communications network. We can leave Mr.
Dietrich there with a wad of cash, and the 3WA can take care of the rest of
it. In and out, quick, and the only record of us will be 'mysterious
benefactors'. As for his rescue.. well, they can just chalk it up to UFO's,
the Bermuda Triangle, or Ancient Astronauts if they like."
He sighed. "You've been reading Erich Von Daniken again, haven't you?"
"A girl has to have her hobbies, boss. Besides, he's so _funny_! And
Berlitz looks kind of cute with that beard."
He gave Minerva a _look_, then relented. "All right. But be careful. That
stuff rots the brain." He paused. "Is either gold or platinum valuable
here?"
"Yes, but the metal they need for their stardrives is even more so. It's
called vizorium."
"Can you replicate it?"
"No problem. Make a few pounds, and leave it in the vault of a bank on
Dolz in exchange for lifting some galactic currency, right?"
"That works. And it's better than counterfitting. Make it so, girl. And
let's head for Asim." He waved an arm at the wreckage still visible in the
main viewscreen. "Watching all that stuff float out there gives me the
creeps."
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Personal Log: Entry 47, Year 26.
Min's taking the Calypso to Asim via warp drive instead of hopping
in-system with the Irrelevancy drive. Seems Dietrich was a little more
injured than it appeared at first scan. He has a rather nasty case of
decompression sickness (they used to call it 'the Bends' when I was a kid)
on top of traumatic abaryia, and Min wanted to give him an extra day or two
of recovery time.
And I made the mistake of letting her go all out for him. She always
_was_ a sucker for a hero, and so she's been quietly 'improving' his health
without his knowledge. By the time she's done, he'll feel twenty years
younger (and BE that much younger, at least internally).
Reminds me of something the Doctor once said, the last time I ran into
him. (Note: Next time we meet, I _really_ must apologize for ramming into
his TARDIS. *sigh* Serves me right for not looking where I was flying.)
"The hallmark of a sentient being is the ability to use one's
intelligence to apply one's instincts for the BENEFIT OF OTHERS, no matter
if they are of your species or not."
Nice guy, the Doctor. But I digress...
Maybe I've gotten lucky this time around. Maybe Dietrich was the reason
Vallanna's spell drew us here. Fates willing, we might be able to leave this
reality just as soon as we get him back with his family again.
Maybe it's just that simple.
Maybe there won't be any trouble here.
And maybe pigs will fly.
End Log Entry 47, Year 26.
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