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New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5
Post by K'lar on Apr 5, 2007, 2:22pm

New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5

Cover – The crew of the Juber all posing. One of them is trying to hide a very large blood-covered wrench behind his back.

Written by – Maj and blackmore

Note: Something experimental maj and I tried. I am really happy with how this came out. We did use all the X-Patriots without permission, but I think you will all be happy with the results. We all come out looking awesome in this story…except for Mike, but that is how I roll.

The Juber had been in orbit around the Terran Moon for a few hours after X-Patriots battle with the Imperial Guard. Several members of the crew had gathered in the lounge, having nothing better to do than to just sit around and swap stories. Most of the crew would not admit it being proud members of the Shi'ar fleet, but they were actually pretty glad for the down time of the last few days. They just wished it had come under much better circumstances.

"This next round is on me," Transporter Chief Rundell said.

His night shift counterpart, Duntay, elbowed him in the side, "Let me guess. We drink to Oracle."

The crew started to laugh. Even when she was alive Rundell would tell the story of Oracle coming to his daughter’s birthday celebration at least once a month. But, Rundell shook his head. "No. We drink to the Terrans of the Imperial Guard Auxilliary."

Many of the crew seemed surprised. A handful even looked angry, but Rundell had served in the fleet longer than even some of the generals, so no one was stupid enough to outright contradict him.

Rundell continued, "Those Terrans are full of courage, and even I could have taken a lesson from them the day Oracle died. I was distracted…and could not bring myself to beam her off the ship. But, those Terrans refused to give up. They did everything they could think of to save her, and when that failed, they still had the courage and resolve to free Oracle from the Brood egg."

In the back, a Shi'ar crewman wearing a maintenance uniform, leaned forward, to whisper conspiratorially to a female ensign. "Courage? Hardly…they slaughtered a hero, without any proof that she was infected. And even if she was, that wasn't a call that they should have made! No, I say we don't toast them, we vent them through an airlock and be done with it."

The ensign made a 'shush' gesture, looking around, before whispering back. "I don't know…I think Rundell is right. Why don't you go have a few drinks, clear your head. I'll see you on duty in the morning." With that, the ensign leans forward to pay attention to Rundell once more.

The maintenance uniformed crewman, Ban' ki, just scowled before getting up and leaving. He is thinking about his own memory of the "infernal terrans…"

Mike and Rapt are sitting in this same lounge a few days before. Mike is practically under the table from a few too many Starbolts. These useless children were celebrating the death of one of the greatest heroes in the Empire? That could not be tolerated. Ban'ki was holding a heavy wrench, and decided to take care of those Terrans once and for all…

Back in the present, security specialist Jnn'efur Vedise stood up to share his own story about the Terrans, "I agree. The Terrans do have courage. I was watching them train once…"

Jnn'efur was on break, and having lunch in the control room of the Training Center. Hussar knew he was fascinated by Terran culture, and had invited him to watch their afternoon training session.

Down below, the Terrans were all preparing for action. Nic was floating off the ground slightly. Her eyes were pure steel. She seemed ready for anything, and everyone.

Rapt was standing right next to Nic. Rapt kept glancing behind them at the others, a look of confidence, barely masking the uncertainty on his face.

Roxanne was listening to Hussar's directions intently. Mike leaned over to whisper something in her ear, which caused her to break out in a fit of giggles. Hussar glared towards Mike, who had a "What did I do?" expression on his face. He tossed a salute towards Hussar.

Hussar jabbed the controls, and the simulation began. It wasn't anything fancy. Just chaotic.

A metal arm ending in a saw jabbed out of the wall, a line of sparks dancing off the floor as it dove for Prime. A flame-throwing appendage unfolded itself from above, belching a gout of flames straight down at the mutants. A hole in the far wall opened, a turret whirring out, starting to shoot, alternating between laser bursts, and beams, firing wildly.

But, the mutants didn't flinch. In spite of any other flaws, they DID trust each other in these situations. Forming a golem from the single boulder put in the room, Madrock provided cover while the team regrouped under the stone construct, as it stretched over them, providing a canopy from the flamethrower. Seed and Chi, armed with Shi'ar issue laser rifles (Mike's being, thanks to Hussar, quite obviously a children's toy version, capable of distracting bursts of light, or possibly mild stunning) took aim, and fired at the flamethrower, as Prime gripped the saw-arm by its metal arm, and twisted it back, severing it with its own saw blade.

Roc used Golem as a launching pad, stepping up onto it, then pushing away for a higher start, flying toward the laser turret in the wall, sledgehammer in hand, Nadia running below him for the same target, both dodging the intermittent laser flashes.

Reaching it first, Rapt took aim, (as the laser turret aimed right back), and swung his hammer down over his head. With a direct hit, the turret came loose from the wall, falling right into the waiting hands of Osmosis Lass below, who began the run back to the others with it, but tossed it aside after the first few steps, one arm twisting and morphing into a copy of the laser turrets workings.

Nicolette, for her part, rose up through the air, with the saw blade in hand, through the flames, and with a powerful heave, drove the circular blade deep into the flamethrowers nozzle.

By the time she landed, everyone had regrouped below, ready for round two.

Jnn'efur chuckled, "I've never seen Hussar so angry. She had set the program up for them to fail, and they moved through it like it was no problem, and they were ready for more."

Rundall nodded at Jnn'efur.

After a few minutes of silence, Sandor said, "Let's not forget that they saved most of our lives. How many ships can say they came away from a Brood attack with even one of their crew surviving? While we were all ready to call it a day, they went right into that battle, and saved most of us.

“Oracle's death is a tragedy. So is every single life we lost that day. And we will never forget their sacrifice" Sandor touched his black armband, which all the crew has been wearing. "But, at the same time, every single life that was saved that day is a miracle those Terrans are responsible for."

One of the younger crewmembers, wearing the insignia of an ensign, spoke up next. "At least one of them helped me when I needed some help." He winked down at a woman sitting next to him.

Long before the Acanti was a giant pink-space-whale speck in anyone's eyes, the ensign is in the Arboretum, digging around some plants, obviously trying to find something. Seed is in the arboretum, animating some plants, cutting some branches, and making grafts, and just generally being idle but busy. Kalvin almost trips over the Shi'ar as he bends down to look at the plants, trying to find something.

"Sorry, didn't mean to step on you there. Something wrong?"

The ensign looked up and at Seed for a moment, before responding, "Its fine. Looking for a flower…I'm sure I planted it here. If I don't find it before dinner…" he makes a slicing motion over his throat. "She said she really wanted it on the table tonight. Have you seen it? Its small, blue with red around the edges of the petals? They need a lot of special conditions…they are really hard to grow"

Kalvin rubbed his chin in thought, before walking off. "I think I did. I think I moved it over….here." Seed pushed a tree branch aside, revealing a small clearing, where a bunch of flowers were tap-dancing with their roots.

"This one?" the third dancing flower in, blue with red highlights on the pedals ran up the tree, then bounced into Seed's hands. It continued dancing, and kept doing so, as the ensign took it, and ran off with it. Seed turned back to the plants, thinking. "I really should have gotten it a top-hat and a cane…"

Another Shi'ar, Mrt'ran spoke up, her voice steady, but soft, motherly. "And they have tried to be kind, and helpful…and comforting."

A few days after Oracle died aboard the Juber, Mrt'ran is in the halls infront of the kitchen, pacing, looking extremely sad. Roxie, nibbling on some kind of apple….FROM SPACE!, walks out of the kitchen, and almost straight into the space-woman.

"Hey lady. Are you alright?"

Mrt'ran looks down at Roxie, and looks like she might start crying, before composing herself again enough to reply, albeit unconvincingly, "I'm…. I am…fine"

Not believing her, Roxie took her hand, "Come with me…you should…sit down. You look tired."

Guiding the woman through the next door to the lounge by the hand, which Mrt'ran held onto like a lifeline, Roxanne found them seats, and without any other prompting, the Shi'ar woman told her story. Her son had transfered to the Juber, where she was stationed as a scientist in order to see her. He hadn't made it through the Brood encounter, and, as Roxie quickly found out, Mrt’ran entirely blamed herself. The woman just sat there, Roxie patting her on the leg comfortingly.

Mrt'ran sat back down among the crew, Ban'ki, at the door, muttering under his breath "Sentimental old widow."

Another Shi'ar stood up, this one a female with an extravagant plumage. She seemed to speak with the Shi'ar version of a valley girl accent. "That shifting one, Supposis Gas, she was, really, like, helpful."

Days ago: The Shi'ar female is looking frantic, her feather-hair nowhere near good, leaning over a Shi'ar sink, in a long line of sinks, and mirrors. She is holding an odd device, with a broken cord in hand. Nadia walked into the lavatory to be met with "I'm so glad you came!"

"You're one of those poweedr people, right?" Before Nadia could answer, she kept going "Can you, like, help me? My feather-crimper isn't working, the cord is broken, and I need to go on duty quick. I can’t be seen like this!"

Nadia looked at the begging expression on her face, gave a mental sigh, and reached out for the cord, and transformed a conduit through one arm, and across to the other, then made the connection, and plugged her arm into the odd shaped socket. The Shi'ar looked at Nadia like she were a god, and went to crimping her feathers into an elaborate design.

Lt. Kris’Turk chimed in, “That C’rt kid is a pretty decent athlete too…”

“We need you!” Kris Turk said in his booming voice that seemed to echo off the walls.

Curt nodded, “Sure! What can I help with?”

Kris’ Turk said, “We need a tenth for a game of Klas’bul. You look like you can run pretty quickly…”

Curt chuckles at that remark, “Uhm…I can, but I have no idea how to play. I’m going to have to pass.”

Kris’Turk smiled, “We can teach you! Come on!” Kris dragged Curt along.

Curt found himself in a game that was one part dodgeball, one part football. In the beginning, he thought he looked ridiculous, but he quickly caught on, using his powers to slow down the ball and speed himself up. His team won when Curt make a last ditch diving effort to score with just a few time units left on the clock.

Kris’Turk smiled, “That kid got us out of kitchen duty for a week.” Another Shi’ar laughed boisterously, “Then he really is a hero! Keeping you away from the kitchen makes life safer for the rest of us.”

“And the big girl. No one stares down adversity like she does…” Chef Jun’Pul said.

Nicolette looks at the head chef with bewilderment, “It’s a little bug?”

The head chef points his knife at it, “That LITTLE BUG keeps eating right through my cooking pots.”

Prime shakes her head, and squishes it, “Better?”

The head chef looks shocked, “That thing’s shell is harder that the hull of this ship…how could you do that so easily? You’ve saved us all!”

Nicolette smiles, glad she could help…even if it was only to squish a bug…”

“They are a little strange though…” said Kre’nor one of the bridge crew.

Mike is sitting at the bridge, in front of the security back up control panel.

“How does this work?” Mike says tapping a red button, which tilts the whole ship to the left. “Oh crap!! Sorry about that!” Mike pokes another button, and the ship tilts back the other way, “That’s my fault. I was looking for the cup holders!”

Kre’nor turned to Mike and said sharply, “Please stop pressing buttons. You are here to observe, not to cause trouble.”

Mike nods, leaning on his control console sleepily. Alarms start blaring out all over the ship. Mike dives under his console, “WE’VE BEEN BOARDED BY SKRULLS! OR KREE!! OR BORG!! I’m too young to be assimilated!”

Kre’nor steps over Mike and turns the alarm off. “You did it with your elbow, son…”

Mike stands up, brushing imaginary dust bunnies off of his clothes, “I know that. I was just…running a test. Good work, men! Raises for everyone!” Mike sits back down at his panel, and puts his hands down on his lap. Until a blinking light catches his eye, and he goes to press it…

"And their loyalty for their friends…even if it could have meant their own death…"

The Imperial Guard faces the Auxiliary. Neutron and Electron are in the air, both aiming for Nadia. Electron becomes distracted by something, and stops moving, sending a blast of lightning at Prime. Neutron keeps going. There is only one thing between him and his target, the slayer of Oracle; a winged mutant, with a standard issue Shi'ar laser rifle in hand. Neutron knows the rifle can do nothing to him. So he doesn't worry about it.

He does, issue the mutant a warning. It IS afte rall, just a child, by their standards. "You. Will. Get. Out. Of. The. Way."

Rapt just stands there, wings spread, feet planted, staring upward at the Elite. He doesn't flinch, or if he does, he hides it. "I can't do that". Inwardly, he keeps speaking. 'I can't just let you have her. I promised.'

"Your. Funeral." Neutron doesn't slow. He just keeps going, plowing through Rapt. The sounds of bones not only breaking, but shattering fills the area for a second, followed by utter silence, until the body hits the ground, a wing awkwardly crumpled under him. Neutron doesn't know if he's dead or not. Neutron doesn't care; he gave a warning, he didn't even have to. It was the mutants own fault.

Ban' ki stood at the door. He scowled at the others. "Terran lovers…" he muttered under his breath. Electron will definitely hear about these disgusting words of praise for the murderous Terrans. Was Ban’ki the only one who understood how to deal with these Terrans?

Days earlier, Ban'ki walks across the lounge, the wrench held tightly in his grasp. The Terrans don't even bother looking up at him. Electron would reward him greatly for this. He brings the wrench up, and feels it pulled out of his hands. He turns to see Jnn'efur shaking his head. "Get out of here, Ban'ki. These Terrans are under my protection." Ban'ki is about to argue, but Jnn'efur outranked him. Ban'ki backed away.

Mike and Rapt only now noticed Jnn'efur standing there.

Mike smiles, "Jnn! My main Shi'ar! Come on and get plastered with us."

A big bulky communications officer came down from the bridge, “We’re ready to head back to Shi’ar space. Everyone to your stations.” The Shi’ar crew quickly dispersed getting back to business as usual.

Ban’ki was left standing alone in the lounge. He closed his eyes, and he could see himself choking the life out one of the Terrans. He had no idea which one, they all looked alike to him. He opened his eyes to see Rundell standing in front of him.

Rundell said, “Jnn'efur told me what you tried to do…”

Ban’ki throws his head back and laughs, “I’ve done nothing but tried to bring honor back to this ship and this crew”

Rundell pulled a dagger from his tunic and rammed it deep into Ban’ki’s chest. Rundell looked at the body and shook his head sadly, “You confuse honor with blind loyalty.” Rundell sighed, “And now, we have another crew member to mourn.”

Rundell headed down to catch up with his crewmates and make sure everything went on schedule for the trip back to Chandilar. No one will notice Ban’ki’s body being beamed into the Terran sun with the rest of the garbage.


Re: New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5
Post by Rapt "Roc"/Fragment/Fraternity on Apr 5, 2007, 2:28pm

And if you ARE unhappy with the results, all complaints can go to hav.


Re: New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5
Post by K'lar on Apr 5, 2007, 2:29pm

Of course! He's the GM, he should have stopped us before we wrote it! We are just humble craftsmen…


Re: New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5
Post by Marisol Morales on Apr 5, 2007, 5:01pm

To be honest, I found this hard to follow.


Re: New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5
Post by Rapt "Roc"/Fragment/Fraternity on Apr 5, 2007, 7:00pm

Then our work is done.


Re: New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5
Post by Nadia "Osmosis Lass" Johansson on Apr 6, 2007, 12:07am

I enjoyed it. I followed it just fine and liked the little "moments" the crew has had with the X-Pats (if this superhero thing doesn't pan out, Nadia can always be somebody's electrical cord back up).

While I wouldn't typically point out a typo in a fic, the last paragraph suggests that Rundell beamed himself into the sun, instead of Ban’ki's corpse. Seems worth mentioning .


Re: New Mutants…IN SPACE!!! Unlimited #5
Post by K'lar on Apr 6, 2007, 1:10am

Yeah that would have been a problem. Thanks! And fixed!


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