I was bored, so I decided to completly rewrite "Merry Time Go Round" using
the OAV continuity with the exception that Kiyone and Nagi who are TV series
characters, appear. This is chapter one, C&C welcome, and enjoy
Agreeable Komodo
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Never Moon A Werewolf
-Sig on a message board
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"MIYAH!" was the sound the ship made to its two passengers as it emerged from
alien stargate into the desolate regions of deepest space.
The two passengers were as wildly different as night and day. One was a woman
who could easily pass for thirteen or younger. Her hair was bright pink and
she wore loose fitting, comfortable clothes. Her brow was furrowed slightly
as she tapped the keys of the holographic computer in front of her.
The pilot was tall and athletic, with hair that seemed to be almost blue
green. Her eyes were cold and hard, reflecting years of experience in the
worst pits of civilization.
"Why not Ryoko?" the pilot asked the passenger. "She has nothing better to
do."
"She's on her honeymoon," the passenger said absently. "Besides, you're the
one who's used the gates before. Twice, as I recall."
"Once," the pilot shot back. "and then it was on your say-so."
"Twice," corrected the passenger. "Trust me Nagi."
"Washu, if I didn't trust you, we wouldn't be here," Nagi replied. Washu
didn't say anything for a few moments.
"Here, in ten seconds come to a heading of thirty four degrees east off the
galactic north and go to hyperspeed for three point two minutes." Nagi
complied.
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Four minutes later. . .
Ken-ohki bobbed and swiveled as it dipped as it dodged the floating pieces of
what had once been starships. Some Nagi recognized as early Juraian
exploratory ships, others of such strange design and manufacture that they
were obviously from outside currently known space, even from Nagi's point of
view and she was from over two thousand years into the future.
Still, there was something about this place that spoke to her. It felt familia
r. . .part of her vague memories of her childhood.
"The graveyard," Washu said quietly. "The final resting place of the galaxy's
civilized races first attempts at exploring the stars." Nagi didn't say
anything, there was a half formed memory in her mind, a face, from long ago.
. .
"We're here," Washu said quietly.
The scene before them was a floating wreck, the site of a battle. Nagi's
trained eye picked out the details. A much smaller ship had met and fought
with a bigger one.
"Miyah. . ." Ken-Ohki murmured and Nagi laid a comforting hand on one of the
control orbs. She could feel the cabbit's remembered pain and sent waves of
comfort, even as she wondered why it was so afraid, it had seen worse.
The memory came back, a face, looking down at her, but it was blurry, she
couldn't see it clearly, but she thought she recognized it.
"Move in," Washu said softly. "Slowly." Nagi complied. "There," Washu said
and pointed. "Over there, by those two big pieces." Nagi followed directions
and gasped. Floating in space was a man and a woman. The man was dead, and
obviously had been for some time. But the woman, despite the fact that she
had been grossly mutilated and beaten badly, there was still a spark of life
left.
"Get her aboard," Washu ordered as she moved to the back of the bridge to
where she had left the massive equipment that she had brought with her. "And
take those big pieces too." Grumbling, Nagi did as she was told and then
walked back to Washu. The equipment, which Nagi now realized was medical
equipment of some kind, had been started up and the woman was hooked up to
them by means of tubes and wires.
"So who is she, and why is she so important we had to come back in time two
thousand years?"
"Later Nagi," Washu said absently. "Later. For now, set a course for these
coordinates," she handed Nagi a data cube.
"Fine. But you owe me an explanation," Nagi said as she leaned over to study
the woman. At that moment, the woman's eyes opened, revealing bright pink
eyes that locked onto Nagi's gold eyes and held them in a penetrating gaze
for no more then a second, and then closed again.
'The face!' Nagi thought. The one I remember, that I couldn't see clearly!
It's my face. . .but how is that possible? It means I would have to be. . ."
Shuddering, Nagi went back to the pilot's chair and got them out of the
graveyard as fast as Ken-Ohki could go.