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| Title: Star Trek: Gundam Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com) Archive: www.angelfire.com/anime3/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html, http://afallenangel.net/fandom/ , http://www.fanfiction.net Pairings: 3x4, 5+2 Category: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action/Adventure Warnings: Shonen-ai, Language, Crossover, AU Disclaimers: Mako: Oh, we own nothing, not even our own places to live. We are only borrowing the G-boys and the Star Trek universe for play. We promise to return everything the way we found them. We make no money off of this. ^_^ Jo: Although we sure WISH we did... anyways, if you sue, you'll only be able to take the cat. That'll make my dad very happy, b/c she meows all night and scratches up the furniture. Notes: Mako: I take NO credit in the idea that spawned this mess. This is what happens when you get 3 VERY uncooperative muses together to play. I just wrote it. I blame Jo-chan for the rest. Jo: It's all HER fault. *points at Mako* It was HER comment that gave me the mental image of Duo pretending to be Scotty! The rest just kinda... snowballed. Mako: Whatever. Anyway, so we couldn't drop the idea, and this is the result. Kill us later, ok? Jo: Or not. You might actually want more. We can't write more if we're killed. Mako: Yeah, what she said. *zips off, dragging Jo with her* Laters! Jo: Bai bai! Captain's log, stardate 43055.2: We're on our way to system XP-1090-A, somewhere near one of the too-many neutral zones around the Federation. I've never been here, but our engineer tells me it's... well, I'd rather not repeat his words. Our doctor has recovered from his recent... incapacitation. Commendations to our engineer and chief of security for admirably handling the ship while I was assisting the doctor in his recovery. Aside from needing to restock our medical supplies, ship status is goo--*BLARING SIREN* WHAT THE---?! EVERYBODY UP, IT'S STARFLEET!!! (cut off by Captain Winner) Captain's personal log, stardate 43055.3: Human colloquialisms are so difficult to comprehend, especially the archaic ones that Duo uses. He must have gotten a datapad on such slang recently, since several new terms have been added to his vocabulary since our last port stop a few weeks ago. What in the galaxy is a "buttfuck nebula"? I asked Duo to elaborate, but he just grinned at me and ducked into a Jeffries tube to tinker with the engine, and Wufei can't -- or won't -- translate. I'm more inclined to think it's "won't". He's always more amused by Duo's odd phrases than anyone else. Trowa, of course, tries not to think about Duo's eccentricities much. They're too illogical for him. Duo and Wufei. Commendations are certainly in order for those two. They have first dibs on our next big haul. They did a masterful job of taking care of the ship while Trowa and I went through pon farr. And Duo was so kind as to replace the cushions on all the seats while we were gone. We certainly needed the extra padding. (log cut by Captain Winner.) *~*~*~*~*~*~* Captain Quatre Winner, a weak telepath from Betazed, cut his logs as they spotted a Federation vessel. Trowa, the Vulcan doctor and his closest friend, spoke up. "The USS Melbourne, a Constitution-class vessel, crew compliment of 435 - they have not yet detected us, Captain." "What the fuck are they doing off their patrol route?!" Engineer Duo Maxwell spoke up. Winner spoke next. "Find us someplace to hide, gentlemen. I'll make sure there's no trace of the contraband. Duo, come with me." Weapons specialist Wufei, a half-Klingon of the house of Chang, looked over his own controls. "Captain, borderline M-class planet, bearing 546 mark 2! It should work!" "Then land!" The small ship landed, bumpily on the barely livable planet. Captain Winner kept a close eye on the ship's radar. "Ok, it seems that the Federation ship has passed over us." He looked at his three shipmates. "Just barely." Duo turned around. "What do you suggest now, Quatre?" "I have never seen this planet. It would be worthwhile to see if it is inhabited." "I agree." Trowa said. Quatre blinked, and then smiled. "Fine, Trowa, you are coming with me. Duo, you and Wufei go together. Keep communications open at all time. If there is any life on this planet, I want to know." He stopped and thought for a minute. "Be careful." He added. "We do NOT need any casualties." The teams parted ways outside the ship, each pair checking their communicators and weapons before leaving the general vicinity of their ship. After a while, Duo looked around. "I don't like the feel of this, Fei. Everything is too quiet." "Agreed." Wufei's dark eyes shone with anticipation. "Hopefully, if we come across life forms, we will have a battle worthy of our skills." "Man, that is sick. I don't want to fight. Well, at least not right now. I want to just get back to my engine coils." Duo whipped his braid in front of himself. "Why are you moving so much, Maxwell?" Wufei shot a glance at his companion. "You will alert our enemies too soon." "Paranoid much?" Duo replied, snippily. "Suicidal much?" Wufei shot back. "Nah, just like to have fun." Duo said, and started humming to himself. Neither could accurately judge how far they had walked, bickering, but Wufei looked up and noticed a vague black shape in front of them. He threw an arm up, and it connected with the human in the stomach. "Dammit, Chang, that hurt…." Duo yelled. "Shut up, Maxwell." The half-Klingon warned. "Wha?" Duo started, but looked in the direction his friend was looking in. "What the hell is that?" "Shut up." Wufei hissed. "Contact Winner and Trowa. I'm going to have a closer look." He pulled out his phaser, and made sure that the setting was on stun only. A arm stopped him from proceeding more than a few steps. "Oh, NO you don't, Chang. You will wait till we contact Quatre and Trowa, and then we will ALL go and check it out." All he got was a growl for a response, but Wufei stayed where he was. "We don't know the hostile situation. So, you stay here with me, you big jerk." Duo grimaced, and pushed his communicator. "Q, come in, Q. This is Duo and Hot Shot Fei, paging the Q-monster." A very weary voice came over the connection. "Yes, Duo? And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Captain Winner?" "Never gonna happen, unless it's ABSOLUTELY necessary. Now, the reason I called." Quatre audibly sighed. "That would be nice." "Ha ha. Anyway, Fei and I found something. It looks like an old ship, but I'm not sure what race. I'm not going any closer to get a better idea till you two show up." "Where are you?" Duo took a look around, and noticed a large tree that would be spotted for several kilometers. "Do you see that large tree to the east?" "Barely." "We are about 2 meters east of it." Trowa's dry voice spoke up. "We will be there in 15 minutes. Stay where you are until then." He cut the connection. "Like I needed to be reminded?" Duo's face scrunched up into a pout. "Hell, I was the one who stopped you. When are they gonna start giving me some fucking credit?" "When you stop using ridiculous nicknames." Wufei said. Duo didn't say anything. He just whipped around and stuck his tongue out. "Very mature, Maxwell." "Who said I was mature?" Duo sat down and waited for the other two to come. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Trowa, what do you think they could have found?" Quatre asked. "We do not have sufficient information to speculate." Quatre bit back his next question, and tentatively reached out to touch the other pair's minds, just in case. He sighed heavily. "Not again. Don't they *ever* get tired of bickering?" "Passionate discourse is an element in the courtship rituals of many cultures, including Klingon." Quatre rubbed his head tiredly. "You'd think they would suspend their 'courting' in, oh, I don't know, potentially dangerous situations like this one?" "That would seem to be the logical course to take." They were quiet for the rest of the short journey to their comrades. They found Duo sitting at the foot of the tree, visibly sulking, with Wufei standing next to him, eyes fixed on the ship. "Is that it?" Quatre asked, as Duo got to his feet. "Yup. That's it," Duo said, as Quatre and Trowa peered towards the derelict. "So... Are we gonna take a look at it?" Duo looked at the others eagerly. "I want to know what I can scrap from it for our ship." "All right," Quatre said. "Let's go, but be careful." "Yes, Mother." "Very funny, Duo." The four slowly made their way towards the fallen ship. Less than a meter from the nearest bulkhead, Trowa's arm snapped out to block the others. "This ship seems oddly familiar." "Familiar?" Duo asked. "Now that you mention it... it looks like abso-friggin-nothing that I've ever seen." Trowa raised an eyebrow at Duo. "Nevertheless, I find this technology to be reminiscent of some I have seen before." "Uh huh. Right, then. Okay." Duo clapped his hand on Trowa's shoulder. "Tell ya what, if you recognize it, you can lecture us all about it. Until then... I'm scrapping it." He whirled away and climbed through the gaping hole in the bulkhead. Quatre could've sworn he heard a mutter of, "And he yells at ME about going in alone," as Wufei climbed up and dropped into the ship after Duo. He glanced at Trowa, who raised an eyebrow at him, before they trailed the other two. They had to wait for their eyes to adjust to the sudden plunge into darkness. Their teammates' voices rang through the ship. "SUGOI!" Duo, definitely thrilled. "There's someone here! LOOK!" "Don't touch him, Maxwell!" Wufei, definitely NOT thrilled. Quatre and Trowa hightailed it to the next room, where the others stood. Duo and Wufei were facing off, yet AGAIN. "Chill out, Wu-chan!" Duo snapped, pointing wildly at one wall. "Repeat after me, sta-sis-cham-ber. Coz THAT'S what the guy's in, and THAT'S where he'll stay unless and until I find the button that OPENS the damn thing." "Duo, have you considered the possibility that the alien may be better off within the chamber?" Trowa asked. "Whatcha mean?" Duo peered into the chamber's glass casing. "He looks fine to me." He took an arm and wiped the dust and cobwebs off. "WHOA! Ohshitohshitohshit!" Duo tried to back away, and ended up falling on his rear. Quatre ran over to look inside with Duo. "Dear me." Wufei growled. "What is it?" Trowa looked inside, taking Duo's former place. "The being inside appears to be a Borg." He stepped back. Quatre gasped, horrified. Duo turned around, a look of terror pasted all over his face. Wufei readied himself for a battle. Trowa continued. "Although the technology with which its body has been augmented, is far more primitive and less pervasive than that of any other specimen I have encountered." Duo gave a questioning look. "And that means WHAT exactly? That it's an old model?" "In essence, yes." Wufei set his phaser to the highest setting. "Trowa, move," he growled menacingly. Quatre stepped in front of Wufei. "No. We don't have any idea of the situation. We can't just kill him yet." Wufei glared at his captain. "Yes we do. It is a Borg, we can either kill it or be assimilated. I would rather forgo the second option." Quatre glared back at his chief of security. "Do I have to make that an order, Chang?" Wufei growled, openly hostile, at Quatre. "Do I have to attack a superior officer, Winner? MOVE, before it wakes up." Duo looked at his friends, who were both tense and very serious. "Do you really think he's gonna wake up after God-only-knows how many centuries?" "Approximately five." Trowa informed him. "Thank you, Mr. Know-It-All." Duo shot back. "You are welcome." Trowa deadpanned. "That was sarcasm, Tro." Wufei glared at the human. "I don't care how many centuries it has been sitting here. It is a security risk." Quatre gave his half-Klingon security officer a glare that would have stopped the blood in anyone. "We don't even KNOW that yet. It's IN STASIS. It's BEEN in stasis for centuries, probably since before the ship crashed. Who knows if it can even survive outside the chamber anymore? It's no threat. I will NOT condone murder!" Quatre's outburst was followed by a long and tense silence. Duo watched as the captain and security officer glared daggers at one another. Suddenly, Quatre sighed, his eyes softening. "Where is the honor in pulling the plug, Wufei?" He said, sadly. Wufei froze, appalled at the statement. He growled and walked away, muscles visibly tense while he set his phaser back to the original stun position, all the time cursing under his breath in Klingon. "Hey! I resent that last comment, Fei-kun! What did I ever do to you?" Duo said in English, shocked. Wufei replied, snidely, in Klingon. Duo glared at Wufei. "You'll be getting PLENTY of the temper -- and NONE of the nga'chug -- for that little comment. And don't think I'm not wise to your idea of seduction, you filthy horn dog. If I see it, I'll cut it off, kapish?" "GENTLEMEN", Quatre snapped. "And Duo." "HEY!" Duo yelled. "Do you still want to salvage anything?" he asked sweetly. "Yes." Duo stomped away, muttering under his breath something that sounded suspiciously like, "What is this, Pick On The Human Day?" "If the armor fits…" Wufei said. Duo just glared at Wufei, and went to check out the rest of the ship. He came upon a huge pile of debris. "This looks promising," he said under his breath, moving pieces of metal and broken cords out of the way. Something above him creaked menacingly, and Duo froze. Abruptly, a large chunk of ceiling buckled and fell, nearly hitting Quatre. "That was close," Quatre said, trying to mask the anxiety in his voice. Trowa came over to Quatre, and gave him a quick once over, checking for injuries. "You appear to be unharmed, Captain, but I wish to ascertain that upon our return to the Gundam." "Thank you, Trowa." Wufei moved to examine the fallen rubbish. He noticed a faint flashing. He moved the largest piece out of the way, and that's when he saw the telltale sign of the revival sequence beginning. Duo came over, and noticed the sequence. "Oh SHIT!" "What?" Quatre asked, coming over to join the others. Wufei pulled out his phaser. "Captain, we're about to see the honor in killing off a drone AFTER it wakes!" Quatre instinctively whirled to face Wufei, eyes skittering past him to the glowing readout. The cycle was nearly complete. "RETREAT!" he yelled, pushing Trowa towards the exit. Wufei reacted instantly, on his feet and pulling Duo with him before Trowa reached the open door. Quatre paused for an instant, seeing the readout flashing at the end of the revival sequence, and bolted after his crew. He heard the unmistakable sound of the stasis chamber falling open as he kicked the door shut behind him and ran for his life. TBC… |
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| Title: Star Trek: Gundam Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com) Pairings: 3x4, 5+2, eventual 1x2x5 Rating: PG-13 Category: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action/Adventure Warnings: Shonen-ai, Language, Crossover, AU Disclaimers: Mako: Oh, we own nothing, not even our own places to live. We are only borrowing the G-boys and the Star Trek universe for play. We promise to return everything the way we found them. We make no money off of this. ^_^ Jo: Although we sure WISH we did... anyways, if you sue, you'll only be able to take the cat. That'll make my dad very happy, b/c she meows all night and scratches up the furniture. A/N: Mako: So many good reviews for the last chapter. *purrs* Never would I have thought that we would have gotten so many lovely reviews, Jo. Jo: It must be my genius. *preens* j/k Mako: And here I thought it was my wonderful sense of humor. Well, onto the new episode. Last time, on Star Trek: Gundam -- while hiding on a Neutral Zone planet from Federation authorities, the crew of the Gundam discover the wreckage of an ancient spacecraft. Inside, they find a single working stasis chamber, and accidentally revive its still-living occupant: a five-century-old Borg drone. The four crew members of the Gundam ran, hell-bent on making it back to their ship, to escape the awakening Borg drone. Duo glanced back. "Shiiit..." he panted. "It's gotten out! It's following us!" "Shut up and run," Quatre gasped, flicking a stern look over his shoulder. His foot, in that split second, caught on a tree root, and Quatre fell to the ground. Duo tried to skid to a stop, but fell over Quatre with a curse. "Dammit, Q, you couldn't have fallen somewhere else?" Trowa and Wufei quickly yanked the two to their feet, Wufei cursing eloquently. "The Borg is nearly upon us, Captain," Trowa said. "Up on the rocks," Wufei growled, bodily shoving Duo towards a large boulder as he spoke. "NOW!". Duo gave the Klingon a surly look, rubbing his rear as he did so, as soon as he was righted. "You couldn't have been more gentle, could you?" "No, now shut up!" Wufei pulled out his phaser, watching as Trowa bodily moved their captain beside Duo. He and Trowa waited to get a good shot at the drone, hearing Duo and Quatre shift to line up their own shots behind them. They watched in horror as the cyborg took four shots, staggered a bit, and fell to the ground. All four exchanged looks. Then, Duo peeked over the boulder he was behind. "Well, guys, he's out cold." He hopped on top of the rock. "I wanna get a better look at him." "MAXWELL!" Wufei was close behind the braided human. "Are you INSANE? No, wait, dumb question. You're the one heading *towards* the live Borg drone." Wufei stopped, as Trowa moved his way over towards the drone, his phaser pointed at the fallen cyborg, with a curious gleam in his eyes. Wufei growled. "Why do I bother?" "Because it is your job to protect us. That's why," Quatre said, coming to stand next to the security officer. "Fascinating. This drone is lacking a number of the components basic to its modern counterparts, including nanoprobe injectors," Trowa said, his phaser dropping a little, as he continued his preliminary examination. "Huh?" Duo asked. "Is this back to the "It's an old model" thing again?" "I do not believe so." Trowa knelt and lifted the drone's right hand, pointing out the metal parts. "These bear no resemblance to modern functional implants common among the Borg. In fact, I would speculate that they are, for lack of a better term, ports, as are the rest of this unit's implants." "Wait a moment, Trowa. Ports? As in 20th century Earth electrical ports? That's a little hard to swallow," Quatre said. "Wait, so he is like a living ancient COMPUTER?" Duo's mouth was hanging open. "Aw man, if that wasn't twisted, it would be so cool." "Not precisely, Duo. It is as if this unit…" Trowa was cut off, as a hand grabbed his leg. "Return this unit to the maturation chamber," the drone said. Duo gave a long look over the naked cyborg. "Well, I don't know what he is talking about. He looks plenty mature to ME!" Wufei gave a low growl. Duo looked at his friend. "What?" The half-Klingon turned his head for a moment. "Fascinating. This drone's interment in the Borg maturation chamber just may have saved its life, as the unit seems to have acted as a stasis chamber prior to our arrival," Trowa said, continuing to examine the drone. "Return this unit to the maturation chamber." "This also supports my theory that this drone is not a completed unit. It is unlikely that it is part of the Collective." Quatre moved to stand next to the doctor. "As fascinating as all this sounds, can we continue it somewhere else. I would rather not be standing out here with an incomplete Borg, on a little unknown planet." "Return this unit to the maturation chamber!" The drone was obviously becoming quite agitated. "Hey, Tro, um, what the hell are we gonna do with this thing?" Duo asked, noting the annoyance of the cyborg. "I said we leave it. It's a security risk," Wufei said. "No," Quatre said. "We can't do that. It's morally wrong. This drone is a living being. I will not let it stay here and die." Trowa looked the Borg directly in the eyes. "Are you part of the Collective, drone?" The drone stopped for a moment. "No." Trowa glanced at Wufei. "I see no security risk if he is not part of the Collective. Therefore, I must agree with the captain. We have a moral obligation to preserve its life." Duo looked the drone over, and then at his friends. "Um, guys, it's NOT an IT. It's a HIM!" He leaned closer to the drone. "Hey, what's your name?" "Name?" "Yeah. What you're called? The syllables that distinguish you from all the other drones." "My designation is One of Five, of Binary Unimatrix One-Three-Six-Nine," the drone replied. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Too much. One of Five, huh?" Duo took an even closer look that drew an rather loud and menacing growl from Wufei. "Well, you look Japanese to me. Earthling before all this, I'd guess. So, how about we call you Heero? You approve?" "I am One of Five, of Binary Unimatrix One-Three-Six-Nine." "'Heero' is an old Japanese name. It means One of Five." Duo looked around at the others, who were wearing looks that said they didn't *quite* believe him. "Well, sort of." "I am One of Five, of Binary Unimatrix One-Three-Six-Nine! Return this unit to the maturation pod!" Wufei stepped up, until he was face to face with the drone. "We *can't* return you to your taHqeq pod." He growled. "By the way, it is *useless* to fight with Duo over names. You're Heero now." Trowa picked up one of 'Heero's' wrists. Heero tried to pull away. "I am only checking your pulse." He timed it. "It seems adequate, but I am concerned over the temperature of his skin. I suggest we take him back to the Gundam, so that I might make a more thorough examination." "Fine. We should also head back to the fallen ship to start the salvaging process. I want to leave this planet as soon as is prudent," Wufei said. "Come, Maxwell." "What am I? Some kind of dog?" Duo said. "No, you aren't. You are the one who was looking forward to scraping the ship in the first place. Let's go." "Sounds like a good idea to me," Quatre said, trying to stop a fight from starting. "Trowa, I will come with you and 'Heero.' Remember to keep the lines open in case anything else happens." Duo snickered. "Yes, MOM. We promise to be good boys." He started back towards the Borg ship, Wufei in tow. "So, what do you suggest we do first, Fei? Look at the engine, or see if there's anything we can carry in our arms?" "Honor dictates that we look for more survivors," Wufei growled. "You want to find *more* of them?" Duo threw an unbelieving look at Wufei. "Isn't the one we found enough?" "It's more than enough, but if we cannot abandon it, we cannot abandon any others there may be." "Yeah, yeah, and like we have room for the one we *do* have. Where the hell is Heero gonna sleep?" Duo sighed. "Do you really think that there are more alive in that thing?" "I hope not." Wufei climbed into the ship. "And I don't know. Trowa will tell us if he's capable of sleep." "Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought about that. He's a cyborg." Duo chuckled to himself, climbing in after Wufei. He took a look around and saw the open stasis chamber, five feet away from where he was currently standing. "It doesn't look like there are any more that are even usable." He walked over to a chamber, whose glass had been destroyed. "Oh, gross. Well, this one isn't tagging along." "There are more chambers back here, Maxwell." Duo met up with Wufei to find a room with at least thirty more pods. "This is gonna be a long night. I can feel it." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Quatre and Trowa helped the nude drone board the Gundam. "Let us take him directly to sickbay. I would like to begin the examination as soon as possible," Trowa said, leading the trio in that direction. "Ok. Who knew that an immature Borg could weigh so much?" Quatre groused, as they set 'Heero' down on the table. "Is there anything that you need?" "I have adequate supplies, thank you," Trowa replied, turning on the biobed, and picking up a medical tricorder to begin. "He seems to be of good health, relatively speaking. I am picking up no abnormal readings." He took out a pad and started recording his findings. "Biologically, Heero is fully mature... He appears to be between the ages of fifteen to eighteen. His maturation pod probably finished its cycle and switched over to hold him in stasis until he could be removed and outfitted with Borg machinery. Unfortunately, his digestive tract has atrophied, and he will need long-term treatment before he can eat solid foods. "His bone structure and muscle tone are remarkably strong and healthy, despite the fact that he has probably never used them. His implants are minimal, fortunately, so very few will need to be removed for him to survive outside a Borg ship environment. "His epidermis can be easily irritated, as are his eyes. Long-term treatment with a dermal regenerator will be necessary. He will be unable to wear much clothing at this point, nor will he be capable of wearing it for extended periods of time." "In other words?" Quatre asked. "Heero is in excellent health for a drone, but several of his implants will need to be surgically removed, and he will require long-term medical treatments. He is unable to eat, strong light will hurt his eyes, and fabric will cause painful skin rashes." "O-kay. So, what do you suggest about the clothing? We can *not* have him running around this ship naked. How long will it be before his skin irritation calms down?" "Months, at best. As to the wisdom of allowing him access to most parts of the ship while unclothed, I concur with your assessment. He will require shorts, at the least, to avoid irreparable injury." "To whom?" Quatre muttered. He shook his head and spoke louder this time. "Fine, for the time being, I will suppose that he will be staying here in sickbay?" "It would be advisable." He walked over to the replicator, and it produced a pair of spandex shorts. He saw Quatre's quizzical expression. "This material was found to be useful in dermal treatments during the 22nd century." He handed the black shorts to Heero, and then contacted Wufei and Duo. "Chang?" "Yes, Trowa?" "I believe we will require a Borg regeneration alcove." "Huh?" Duo asked. "The machine that Borg drones use instead of sleeping. The scans indicate that Heero is not yet capable of putting himself in that state." "O~kay, and do you have any idea what this regeneration alcove looks like? There's a *bunch* of stuff just lying around here, Tro." "It is a wall unit, with two steps leading up to a platform for standing, and a circular sheet of transparent aluminum set vertically into the back one-point-five meters above the platform. It would perhaps be easiest to recognize one with a drone corpse remaining in it. Approximately thirty-three percent of the functional drones aboard this vessel should have been in alcoves." "So you mean, we found on of the ones that *wasn't* in bed? Lucky, ne? Anyway. Hey, 'Fei, doesn't that thing right there look like that alcove thingy Trowa is talking about?" "Yes," Wufei said. "Trowa, are you NUTS? That thing must weigh at *least* 1000kg. No way we are going to get it back on our own. Even if Wufei is all strong." "We only require the coordinates, Duo," Trowa said patiently. "We will use the cargo transporter." "Oh," Duo said, obviously embarrassed. "I knew that." There was a pause, and then Duo's voice could be heard again. "Just beam it up. I stuck my communicator on it." Quatre spoke up. "Wufei, when do you think the both of you will return?" "It is all dependent upon Duo's need to salvage," Wufei responded. "There's not a lot here I can use, Q-man. Most of it is too ancient and rusted. I think it will only take me a few hours to determine whether or not I can use what isn't garbage." "Alright. Contact us if anything happens." "No prob, boss. Come on, 'Fei, let's go through this crap, so we can get back." The connection died. Quatre sighed, wearily. "Well, that means we have few hours of peace. I'll go beam up the alcove, and then we can put Heero here to bed." Trowa and Quatre had just gotten the alcove installed, and Heero inside of it when Duo and Wufei returned. "Hiya, guys. I managed to find some cool computer parts, and a sweet…" He stopped when he saw Heero in nothing but black spandex shorts. "We have returned with…" Wufei stopped, seeing both the drone in the chamber, and the human standing before it, all but drooling. "Duo? Wufei? What were you saying?" Quatre asked politely, hiding the smile that had crossed his face. Duo shook his head. "Sorry. Um, oh *yeah*. I found these cool computer parts, and a sweet replacement part for one of our Jeffries tubes." He held up the objects in his arms. "We have returned with some things that Duo felt were acceptable." Wufei snorted. "One of the few things you take pleasure in, Maxwell, is illegal in most parts of the galaxy." "Bah! Rules were meant to be broken." A twinkle appeared in the humans violet-blue eyes. "If you need me, I'm going to be down with my engines. See ya!" He vanished. "Well, now that everyone is here, I assume it is safe to take off?" Quatre asked. "Local space is clear of Federation ships, Captain," Wufei said. "Now can we get off this nga'chug planet?" "Yes, let's go." Next time on Star Trek: Gundam - When they decided to attack the Gundam, this rabble of space pirates didn't count on the fact that it was now a Borg vessel. Will this be a chance for Heero to prove his worth to the rest of the crew? |
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| Title: Star Trek: Gundam Episode 2 Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com) Pairings: 3x4, 5+2, eventual 1x2x5 Rating: PG-13 Category: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action/Adventure Warnings: Shonen-ai, Language, Crossover, AU Disclaimers: Mako: Oh, we own nothing, not even our own places to live. We are only borrowing the G-boys and the Star Trek universe for play. We promise to return everything the way we found them. We make no money off of this. ^_^ Jo: Although we sure WISH we did... anyways, if you sue, you'll only be able to take the cat. That'll make my dad very happy, b/c she meows all night and scratches up the furniture. Symbols:blah –either foreign (Klingon) or off-screen speech *blah* - emphasized word *~*~*~* - Change of scene *~~~~~* - Dream sequence *~~~~~~~* There were two sets of hands on him. /Two?/ He paid no mind. Currently, a pair of violet eyes were staring at him from above, clouded over with lust. He was about to speak, when his mouth was devoured by the owner of those eyes. Moaning, he reached up and tried to press the vision in his arms, but was soon trying to bite back a scream as his arousal was engulfed into a warm, wet, and demanding mouth. He was ever confused, because his mouth was still being attacked by the boy in his arms, and yet, there was someone else trying to suck his very soul out from his cock. He moved one hand from Duo to the person below, catching it on a baldhead./Strange. No hair? I have never dreamt of Deltans, despite the pheromones they give off. / He looked down, confusedly, into blue eyes, and gasped. His hips bucked as he felt himself go over the edge, spilling his warm seed everywhere. *~~~~~~~~* Wufei sat straight up from his dream as a warmth spread from his lower body. Looking down, he realized what happened. /Damn! I get no peace, even in my sleep./ The dream came back to him in flashes. /Duo… kissing me. And the other person, the hairless one... who thetoDSaH(1) do I know without--? *No*. Not--!/ Wufei shot a glare at his sleeping crewmate. /The drone's presence is *his* fault./ Duo rolled over, moaning softly in his sleep, and Wufei caught the scent of human arousal mixing with his own. He started to growl. /*That* is his fault, too./ He rolled out of bed, stifling his growling before he could wake the human, and stepped into the sonic shower. /It. Was. Random. Probably a Deltan. *not* thepetaQ(2)*drone*!/ When he was finished with his shower, Duo was awake as well. The braided boy looked up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Time is it, 'Fei?" "Time to work." Duo blinked a few times, still not awake. "Nah, can't be. It's still dark outside." He pointed to the small window. Wufei refused to dignify that with a response. He left the still half-asleep human in their quarters, and went to see if the others were awake. He glared at the creature, the *threat* that his alien crewmates refused to eliminate, and clenched his fists in impotent rage. The Borg didn't even have the decency to wake under the weight of Wufei's anger. How was he supposed to honorably fight someone who refused to wake for it? He spun on his heel, growling, and stormed out of the cargo bay, away from the unbreathing, undead, dishonorablekleon(3). He passed through the sickbay, ignoring Trowa's placid half-hidden gaze, through the common room, and into the cockpit -- somewhat optimistically called the bridge -- where he foundHoD(4) Winner piloting the ship. "Good morning, Wufei," the blond said, deceptively, sickeningly cheerful as he was most days. "Did you sleep well?" Wufei growled and replied in a particularly harsh dialect of Klingon that he personally kept wiping from the Universal Translator's memory banks. It was good for occasions such as this. /Good morning, Captain. I slept as well as can be expected with a spying, lying, homicidal alien computer-beast on board./ "I'll take that as a 'no', then, and might I add that it's *really* annoying when you do that?" Wufei raised an eyebrow, and slid into his seat behind the weapons console, automatically glancing up warily as the doors next to him opened. "Dammit, who set the alarm for 03:00 hours?" Duo glared at Wufei, knowing perfectly well the half-Klingon was the only person who would reset his alarm. "I was looking forward to more than four hours of sleep after yesterday's excitement." He made a show of checking the time on the nearest console. "Or today's. Whatever." "A true warrior does not shirk his duties for mere *sleep*," Wufei said haughtily. "I'm an *engineer*, not a warrior, *and* I'm not even Klingon, so don't hold me to your species' abilities." "Weakling." Duo shook his head, refusing to take the bait. "Wuffers, you should know better than to piss off the guy who works the ship's environmental controls. I can easily reset the temperature in here to "arctic", if you'd like." Wufei snarled and slipped back into Klingon, telling Duo *exactly* what he could do with the environmental controls. Duo laughed. "And on that note, I'm going to go check on my babies. Keep warm, Wuffers!" Quatre shook his head as the braided boy left. "Is it just me, or is it odd when he calls the engines 'his babies'?" "It's normal for engineering geniuses," Wufei replied. "Perhaps the *only* normal thing Maxwell *does*." "What makes you say that?" Quatre asked, bristling. "Can you think of *one* aspect of human behavior that he *does* do the way the rest of his species does?" Quatre thought for a moment. "..... Well, he eats from a replicator." "Ferenginar sushi,gagh(5) pizza, and Denebian devil-burgers are NOT included in human replicator menus. And you are aware that he has to get an inoculation from Trowa before consuming that Vulcan coffee he likes?" "No, I wasn't aware of that." Quatre rubbed at his temples, trying to stave off the headache he knew was coming. "Ok, so Duo's a bit… odd. Even for a human. He's the best engineer I know." "I never said he wasn't. In fact, I clearly recall saying that his attitude towards his engines is normal for an engineering genius." Quatre sighed, and quickly changed the conversation. "So, Wufei, are you picking anything up on your end?" "Nothing," Wufei said. He didn't bother to add that, considering they were entering Romulan space, it was unlikely they'd pick up anything but the few ships that didn't travel here under cloak -- the official patrol vessels. Quatre was well aware of the difficulty of picking up a cloaked ship on scanners. "Great," the blond responded sarcastically. He looked at his own console, concentrating on piloting the small ship, and the conversation in the bridge died, with only the occasional comment about the direction they were headed in. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Duo sauntered into engineering, setting the Borg gear he had just picked up from cargo on the console next to him. "Hullo, Solo," he sighed. "I'm having the best -- or the worst -- day of my life, and it's not actually time to start it yet." He glanced at the softly pulsing warp core, and smiled wryly. "We rescued this guy yesterday -- well, he's a drone, yanno, Borg, but he's not connected to the rest of them, so he's okay. Tro thinks he's an old model. I named him Heero. A bit silly of me, ne? But I just *can't* call him One of Five. He's a person; he deserves a name. And don't glow at me like that, it's *not* just because he's cute!" Duo glared at the core, then picked up one of the Borg devices and started to examine it. "Damn, Solo, you should see him. He's all pale and hairless, but he's got the most incredible blue eyes. Won't go into details about his bod, if he comes in here you can see for yourself -- those damn shorts Tro's got him wearing are actually more revealing than leaving him butt-naked -- and I am going to have a *hell* of a time keeping everyone from noticing that I'M noticing! Between Heero in those shorts and Wufei's usual pseudo-Klingon leathers... maybe I should just start wearing my tool belt all the time." He sat down in his chair, put his feet up on the console, and tinkered with bits of the Borg salvage, keeping up a running commentary on ship life, Trowa and Quatre -- "Tro's practically orgasmic over the medical shit he's going to get to do to Heero. Well, orgasmic in that cool, reserved, living calculator sorta way Vulcans have. I'd have to hack into the computer logs for their room to see if that's *really* how Tro is when... yeah. You're right. Q *would* kick my ass if I tried." -- and anything else that popped into his head. After about half an hour, he set the Borg salvage -- now a working scanning device and a half-built datapad -- aside. "Well, Solo, time for Father and Helen's daily checkups. Keep an eye on things here, wouldja?" The warp core seemed to pulse in agreement, and Duo disappeared inside the Jeffries tubes to start the daily maintenance. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Captain! There is a ship decloaking off our port side!" Wufei said. "It appears to be a Battle Cruiser, reading Romulan engines and no ID." "Go to alert, shields up, open hailing frequen--" A shot rattled the ship, cutting Quatre's words off. "Or not. Return fire!" Their phasers, more powerful than they should have been for a ship their size, lashed out, making the cruiser's shields flash green. "Evasive maneuvers!" Quatre called out, even as Wufei rolled the ship hard to port. A second enemy shot hit, but the third missed. They scored two more hits of their own before the far larger cruiser was able to get its bulk out of the way. Trowa's voice rose over the noise of the firefight. "Captain, power drain on the shields, source unknown!" Quatre slapped his hand down on the comm. "Duo, what the hell is going on down there! We're losing shields!" "Tracing it now, Q-ball, keep your pants on -- Fuck! It's the alcove!" "What?" "Heero's managed to tap into the shields for that damn alcove. What the fuck is he using all that power for?" "We don't have time to figure it out! Get the power from anywhere you can, *except* weapons!" "I'm trying, but all systems are kinda wonky right now!" "Are *what*?" "I'm doing what I can!" "Captain, shields are down!" "Activate quarantine fields!" Trowa keyed in a quick sequence on his console, and throughout the ship, forcefields fell into place, isolating the bridge from the living quarters, engineering from the cargo bay, the cargo bay from sickbay... every doorway in the ship was now covered with a forcefield, and the access codes were locked to the voiceprints, gene sequences, and chosen command codes of the four crew. Wufei opened a weapons locker and passed out the contents -- top-of-the-line phaser rifles, and backup Klingon disruptors -- without needing an order. "Hey, Q, I got the power drain stopped. Someone what to tell me what the *hell* is going on up there?" Trowa looked up from his console, pitching his voice loud enough for Duo to hear over the comm. "Eight beaming aboard, Captain. Location: crew quarters." "Everyone get ready for a firefight! That means you too, Duo!" Quatre said. "Gotcha, Q-bean!" "Captain, shields are on-line once more. The boarding party will be receiving no reinforcements." "Eight against four, then. Duo, what's your ETA?" "Gimme three minutes, and I'll be on the far side of crew quarters. 'Kay?" "Fine." From the other side of the bridge door, they heard azap!, and muffled curses in Romulan. "Looks like they found the forcefields," Quatre said, smiling sweetly. "And burned their dirtyromuluSngan(6) fingers," Wufei added, with a wicked smirk. The crew of the Gundam knew better than to touch Duo's 'jazzed-up' forcefields. The Romulans... did not. That was when the lights went out. The comm system crackled to life. "We are the Borg," twenty, thirty, voices chorused. "The fuck you say?"Duo yelled. "Cowardly, spyingpetaQ!" Wufei cursed. "Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own," they continued. Romulans began screaming behind the door. "Resistance—" "Wait, that's just one voice!" Quatre gasped. "-- is futile." "Captain, recommend rendering assistance to Heero," Trowa said. "Agreed. Weapons ready." Quatre's hand hovered over the doorpad, as Wufei and Trowa lined up sights on the door. "Duo, you in position?" "Duh! What's keeping you guys?" Quatre set his hand on the keypad. "Computer, on my mark, drop forcefield and open door 1-1, bridge-to-crew quarters, and door 1-4, crew quarters-to-sickbay, authorization Raberba-four-zero-delta. Acknowledge." Voiceprint identification, Captain Quatre Winner, acknowledged. Gene scan identification, Captain Quatre Winner, acknowledged. Command code, Captain Quatre Winner, acknowledged. Authorized. "Three. Two. One. *Mark*!" The doors opened, even as the forcefield shimmered blue-violet and dropped, revealing the eight Romulans hiding behind a large table they'd knocked over... their flanks completely exposed as they fired on a lone figure on the far side of the room, near the hatch to the cargo bay. The three on the bridge opened fire, and between them and Duo at the sickbay door, they took out half the Romulans on the first shot. In the second while the remaining intruders tried to adjust to the changed situation, the four crew fired again, felling the rest. They trained their weapons on the single figure still standing, the 'Borg'. "Show yourself!" Duo yelled. Heero stepped from the shadows, hands held up next to his shoulders. Two thin rods jutted up from the back of his right hand, reaching past the top of his head. "Tro, I thought you said he *didn't* have nano-injectors?" "He does not." Heero reached over and calmly pulled the 'injectors' from his hand, revealing them to be slim bits of salvaged metal. A bit of blood shone wetly on the bottom tips. Duo cringed. "Ew, that's just gross." He looked over the drone. "Any injuries?" Heero gave him a puzzled look. "This unit is nonessential to the Gundam collective." "We are *not* ataHqeq(7)--MMFF!" Quatre smiled calmly from where he had his hand firmly clamped over Wufei's mouth. "The Gundam *crew* is a very small one, Heero. Every member, including you, is essential." Heero blinked. "So please answer Duo's question, and go with Trowa to have your wounds treated." "This unit--" "The word is 'I', Heero." "... I ... am burnt on the shoulder, the underlying circuitry is in need of repair, and there are two lacerations on the right hand." Heero paused. "And I was unable to complete the regeneration cycle." Trowa came over to him. "Come with me to sickbay. I will repair your injuries." Heero nodded, and followed the doctor out of the room. "Damn! Look at this room. These idiots," Duo motioned towards the fallen intruders. "Are *so* gonna pay for this." "That will be simple to accomplish, Maxwell," Wufei said. "We will have to tie them up to prevent them from causing more trouble when they wake, and the only space large enough to accommodate eight useless pirates is the cargo bay." Duo snickered. "They will have a perfect view of Heero's chamber then." He started laughing out loud. "We can just conveniently forget to tell 'em we aren't all Borgs…" Wufei smirked in agreement. "Come on. Let's get this over with. We still have a delivery to make, and this has just set us back a few hours, not to mention our discovery of Heero yesterday. If we're lucky we can get there on time if we travel at warp 6," Quatre said, rubbing his temples. "Aye, aye, Captain!" Duo gave a mock salute. "We'll handle this vermin, Captain. You go pilot the ship." The blond shot a look at the human, still saluting, and then turned to the Klingon. "Thank you, Wufei, Duo. Come see me when you are finished." He turned on his heels, returning to the bridge. The half-Klingon and the human dragged the Romulans into the cargo bay, none too gently, and tied them securely to a pipe running the length of one wall, along the floor. They made sure to gag them as well, since the sound of their yelling would carry to the crew quarters above. Then, they climbed back up to the common room, and Duo looked around at the charred walls and ruined furniture. "I *hate* boarding parties," he grumbled, as Wufei turned towards the sickbay instead of the bridge. "Hey! Where are you going?" "To get some answers," he growled. Duo followed, close on his heels. "What kind of answers, 'Fei?" "*You*!" Wufei shouted as he stormed into Sickbay, barreling down on Heero. "Who is yourpIn'a'(8), tokhe straav(9)? What orders are you under? HOW DID YOU SABOTAGE THE SHIELDS?" "This u... I did nothing. The alcove should not be tied into the shields at all. I will examine it." Trowa looked at the raging weapons specialist, and the human at the door. "He will deal with it when I release him. Now, if you will excuse us." The Vulcan moved them politely out of the sickbay. "Yeah, c'mon Wu, the Captain wanted to see us, remember? And we've got flying to do and an appointment to keep!" "I know that, Maxwell. Get *off* of me!" Duo's laughter rang through the ship. On the next episode of Star Trek: Gundam -- The Gundam arrives in port, where rumor has it that the ship has been assimilated! In a sector where the rule is "shoot first, and loot the bodies later", and the Borg are less welcome than a shipment of hungry Denebian slime-devils, how is the crew to cope? Klingon Dictionary: (1) toDSaH – curse word (2) petaQ – curse word (3) kleon – enemy/opponent, which are the same thing to Klingons (4) HoD – Captain (5) Gagh – Klingon dish, best served live (6) RomuluSngan – Romulan (7) TaHqeq – curse word (8) Pln'a' – master (9) Tokhe straav – willing slave |
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| Title: Star Trek – Gundam Episode 4 Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com) Pairings: 3x4, 5+2+5, eventual 1x2x5 Rating: R Category: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action/Adventure Warnings: Shonen-ai, Language, Crossover, AU, lime Disclaimers: Mako: Oh, we own nothing, not even our own places to live. We are only borrowing the G-boys and the Star Trek universe for play. We promise to return everything the way we found them. We make no money off of this. ^_^ Jo: Although we sure WISH we did... anyways, if you sue, you'll only be able to take the cat. That'll make my dad very happy, b/c she meows all night and scratches up the furniture. A/N: Mako: We would like to apologize for the *huge* delay in this chapter. One of us started school, and another one of us has had some trouble with *vile* muses. Now there are four, instead of the original three muses, adding input on this fic, so we hope you enjoy. Symbols:blah –either foreign (Klingon/Romulan) or off-screen speech *blah* - emphasized word *~*~*~* - Change of scene Despite the new addition, the crew of the Gundam stuck to their standard plan when they reached and entered the A'sol nebula, in the outer reaches of the Romulan Empire. Trowa took the helm and piloted the ship through the long, harrowing entry run: eighteen full hours at warp 1, avoiding eddies and whorls of plasma and rarified gases that could tear the ship apart. It was nearly 21:00 when the Gundam broke into a tiny, clear pocket in the nebula. A rogue asteroid belt registered on the scanners, which had been all but useless for most of the trip. Trowa cut the warp engines and stood, switching chairs with Quatre. "Escort ships registering,Enarrain(1)," Quatre murmured, mere seconds after seating himself. Trowa nodded curtly, still settling a Romulan-style jacket on his shoulders. "Open hailing frequencies." "Sir! They're fi--" The ship rocked under a blast, "--ring." "Shields up! Open channel to the escort," Trowa snapped, mimicking a Romulan perfectly. "What the hell're you doing up there, man?!" Duo's voice came over the comm. "Shut up, Duo," Quatre and Trowa chorused. "Channel open,Enarrain," Quatre added. Trowa stood, a disturbingly un-Vulcan fury etched over his face. "What is the meaning of this?" he snapped, as Wufei stormed onto the bridge and silently took his place at the weapons console. The enemy fired once more, a blast that skittered oddly along and off the edge of the shields. "Identify yourselves," a man sputtered nervously. "I am Enarrain T'Rowa of the vessel Gu'ndham." Trowa added a command in Romulan that didn't translate. "Of what House are you, Enarrain?" the man asked warily. "Since when does an honest merchant announce his House here,kllhe(2)?" "Sir," the man was audibly cowering now, "we've received reports that the Gu'ndham was assimilated by the Borg--" "Veruul(3)!" Trowa spat. "You are receiving a visual. Do Ilook assimilated?" "N-no sir." "Then escort us in," Trowa ordered, sitting down. More calmly, he added conversationally, "Be thankful we have deigned not to blow you out of the sky. The gene pool would be better without gulliblefvai (4) like you in it." He cut the channel without allowing the man to reply, and instantly the cold, angry Romulan facade fell away. "You know, most of the people here in Romulan space feel sorry for us," Quatre remarked, smiling faintly. "Serving under T'Rowa of the House of Shrenada." "I tell them the challenge is worthy of a Klingon," Wufei muttered. Trowa nodded his head calmly, accepting the compliment. "I tell them he pays well," Duo said from the doorway. "Now, mind telling me what the HELL all that was about?" "That drone," Wufei growled. "News of our 'assimilation' has spread." "You're shittin' me!" "Indeed, we are not," Trowa said. "Rumor at the port is that we've been assimilated." "We should've shot thoseghuy'cha' (5) pirates out of the sky." "Duo, take Heero into Sickbay to prepare for landing," Quatre said. "Isn't Trowa supposed to be giving the orders in Romulan space?" Duo quipped. "Duo!" "Sheesh. I'm going," Duo muttered, making his way to the cargo area where Heero's alcove was located. Wufei followed, scowling. No one protested, since it wasn't his shift for the bridge anyway. "Paranoid much, 'Fei?" Duo muttered under his breath when he noticed that he had company. "Afraid that Hee-chan is gonna hurt you still?" He opened the door and walked confidently to the former Borg's alcove, hitting the buttons that would awaken the boy inside. He watched in suppressed humour as the shirtless boy opened his eyes. "Duo," Heero said, causing Duo's face to break out into a smile. "You know it, Hee-chan. Q told me to take you to Sickbay, so come along," Duo said in a low voice, but it still carried to his half-Klingon escort. He took the other boy's hand and breezed past the riled Wufei towards the main area of the ship. When Duo had Heero seated on the bunk, he pulled out a datapad, and ran a quick med-check. "Ok, Heero, we're in Romulan territory, and they think that Trowa is the captain, so we have to behave like he is in charge. His name is pronounced T'Rowa. Got that?" He looked up to see the ex-Borg nod in agreement. "Great! Another thing, you can't leave the ship without someone else, no matter what. This is important." He finished the scan with a smile on his face. "You're in great condition. Now, last thing, don't go off with someone who isn't part of our crew. If you don't know them, they're a possible threat, so stay with us, 'kay?" "Hai," Heero said, and Duo turned to go, but was stopped by a hand on his arm. "Duo, I do not... like... this new hair that T'Rowa regenerated." "Don't worry, Hee-chan. It suits you, gorgeous," Duo said with a wink, and walked out of the Sickbay. As he entered the crew lounge that was situated outside Sickbay, Duo found himself face-to-face with a fuming Wufei. "Well, hello, 'Fei. 'Sup?" he said happily, trying to irritate his friend. It worked. Wufei snarled, and threw himself at Duo. "OW!" Duo yelped, as Wufei slammed him up against the wall, tapping Duo's chin up and off to the side. "Wha--?!" Wufei bit Duo in a soft spot at the juncture of his neck and chin, exposed by the tilt he'd forced Duo's head into. It registered somewhere in the back of Duo's mind that this was the ritual Klingon 'I love you', and he moaned when he found some breath. Slowly, his hands moved to wrap around Wufei, pressing their bodies closer together. Duo gasped as Wufei bit a little harder, and arched his hips into the other's. "'Fei…" he breathed. Coming to his senses, Duo pushed violently away from Wufei, panting hard. "What the *hell* was that? Really… You *bastard*! Do you *know* how long I've waited for you to *do* that?" he yelled, still unable to get control of his mutinous body. He watched Wufei, who seemed to be unable to communicate at the moment, lick his lips, where a few shiny drops of blood were sitting. Duo's hand flew to his neck, brushing stingingly over something wet and sticky. He drew his fingers away slowly and stared, wide-eyed, at the red liquid there. Before either could speak, Quatre cut in over the ship's system. "Duo, come to the bridge. Wufei, Heero, meet me in the cargo bay to unload in two minutes." Glaring, Duo sighed. "We *will* discuss this later, Wufei," he ground out, shoving past Wufei as Quatre emerged from the bridge. The blond took three steps into the lounge and froze, wide blue eyes flicking between the pair in amazement. "Duo...?" Duo paused before Quatre, glaring into the blond's eyes. "One word, Quatre -- just ONE -- and I'll scramble your quarters' environmental settings." He brushed past the blinking empath, and walked onto the bridge. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Quatre's eyes slid to Wufei, as the bridge doors hissed shut behind Duo. The half-Klingon stalked over to the cargo bay hatch, refusing to look at Quatre. He flung the hatch upon with a resounding clang, and stormed down. Quatre sighed, crossed the room, and poked his head into the Sickbay. "Heero? We're going to unload the cargo. We'd appreciate your assistance." The former Borg on the examination table nodded, and followed the captain to the cargo bay, where they found Wufei starting the normal unloading procedure. The only problem was that the half-Klingon's face was a permanent scowl, and he was snarling, growling, and (unintentionally) breaking anti-gravitation units as he attached them to cargo containers. Quatre set Heero to moving the containers to the transporter platform, taking the transport console for himself. Heero fell into the routine easily, but Wufei... didn't. After the fifth distinctive snap, and the fifth broken antigrav, Quatre whirled on Wufei. "Chang! Switch with me if you can't cool it and quit breaking those! Do you *know* how expensive antigravs are?" He received no response, but switched positions, and the only sounds following it were the moving containers and the stab of angry fingers on the console. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Trowa stared narrowly as the last customs official made a show of checking the Gundam's transmitted manifest one final time. "Are you quite satisfied?" he asked, politeness forgotten. "Well, everything seems in order," the man said, scrolling down the datapad in his hands around, eyes sweeping along it rapidly. "You may proceed." "Thank you," Trowa snapped, cutting the connection, face settling back into his normal mask of passivity. "You know, those guys should be punched once in a while. Think they own the whole universe with their little desks and the amount of paperwork you have to fill out," Duo joked. "Indeed," Trowa agreed placidly. "Only you could deal with them like that, Tro. You're a damn fine actor when you want to be," Duo said, about to say something else, when he was cut off by a beep. "Uh,'Enarrain', we've got incoming." Trowa raised an eyebrow. "'Incoming'?" "Yup. Incoming communication." "Onscreen, then." "You bet." He hit the button, and no sooner had he done that when a familiar face was spread across the screen. "Why, hello, Ass-end," he said snidely. The pretty, redheaded alien girl on the screen sighed in resignation. "Now I know those rumors are bull. Hello, Duo, T'Rowa." Trowa inclined his head politely. "Enarrain Mariemaia." "I'm sorry,Enarrain T'Rowa," she said. "So, you heard that shit too?" Duo said. "You know, space pirates aren't as scary as they used to be. No honour, and all that crap 'Fei is always spouting." "Is that that crass human, Duo, I hear?" another voice called off-screen. "You got a lot of nerve, Hilde. You're just as human as I am, and more crass," Duo joked. Another girl, with blue-black hair and blue eyes, moved in front of the screen so that both boys could see the look of avid curiosity spread across her face. "So, what *did* really happen?" "Well, to make a long story short, we got attacked by pirates. There was a dose of theatrics on our part, and some major Romulan pirate butt-kicking. You wouldn't even be able to wrap your mind around what *really* happened." "Try me," Hilde challenged. "Now is not an appropriate time to talk about these things. We still have business to conduct," Trowa said before Duo could rise to the girl's taunting. "Yeah, feel free to come and ruffle 'Fei's feathers so I can give you the full story," Duo said, winking suggestively. Hilde shot a pleading look to the redhead behind her. "Please? You know it'll be fun to see the guys again," she said, almost jumping up and down in excitement. "Hilde, we have business to conduct as well. Maybe later," Mariemaia said, trying to soothe the bouncing figure in front of her. "Fine," Hilde huffed, and then turned to face the screen again. "You better expect us though, Duo. And, by the way, *tell* Wufei we are coming this time. I'm rather attached to my head." "I have *no* idea what you are talking about, Hill. I could have *sworn* that I did, but just to be safe, I'll let T'Rowa here be a witness. Talk to you later then," Duo said, smiling. "Yeah, later." The girls both waved as the connection was cut. "Well, that was great. Now comes the fun part," Duo said, hitting the ship's comm system. "Q. Wufei. Heero. We're gonna have some company later, so be ready." "Company?" Quatre asked. "The Caput's in port, and they want to know *all* about our adventure with the pirates." "Qu'vatlh (6) women. Why?" Wufei cut in. "Coz they spent a number of hours half-convinced their bestest buddies in the universe got assimilated? Gee, I dunno, 'Fei, maybe they just like it when you get all growly at them. Probably coz it's hot as all hell. Anyway, just giving you guys a heads-up." "Thank you, Duo,"Quatre said, although there was a definite muttering of unflattering Klingon in the background before the communication was cut. "Lovely mouth that Klingon has," Duo said, walking towards the crew's quarters. Trowa raised one eyebrow at the retreating human. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A few hours later, Trowa made his way to the cargo bay, signaling that it was time to leave for the port's main area. Quatre looked up and nodded. "Wufei. Heero. You two stay here with Duo. We are going to contact the factor (7). We'll be back later," he said, straightening his uniform and following closely behind Trowa. Wufei shot a dark look at the ex-Borg before heading back to the main area of the ship, leaving the confused boy standing in the middle of the deserted cargo bay. Without anything to do, Heero returned to the alcove to regenerate. The half-Klingon stormed his way onto the bridge, looking for Duo, who was there the last time he checked. He found the area deserted, and made his way to the engineering room. It was silent, except for the quiet pulsing of the warp core. Feeling the frustration in him build, Wufei checked the crew lounge, which was empty as well. He looked in Sickbay, which was deserted. Growling, he made his way to the quarters he shared with the missing human, and found the boy sprawled across his bunk, covers tangled around his half-naked body, strands of hair falling out of the normally neat braid, and the bite mark that he received from Wufei earlier on display as he slept. The Klingon felt his blood heat every pore of his body, and his hormones hit him hard yet again. Walking the short distance to Duo's sleeping form, Wufei stood stock-still as he watched over the human. His mind barely registered when the other slowly and languidly stretched and rolled to face him, but the sudden realization that he was growling once more hit him when lashes pulled apart, revealing sleep-hazed violet eyes staring back at him. "'Fei?" Duo whispered, reaching out an arm to touch what he was sure was a figment of a very *lovely* dream. Wufei didn't realize he had reached for the other until he saw Duo shoot fully awake and register that he *wasn't* a dream. Then the fact that he was actually *touching* Duo sunk in, and he pulled Duo up even as he bent down to kiss him, but it wasn't some girly, gentle kiss. It was filled with the months of torture that he had suffered at the human's clothing, teasing, and pheromones. It was hard, demanding, and totally controlling. And Duo was returning it. Wufei gave no resistance when he was pulled onto Duo's bed. *~*~*~*~*~*~* A couple of hours later, Trowa and Quatre returned to find the ship silent. Quatre blushed deeply the instant he entered the ship, but merely smiled when Trowa cast him a mildly curious glance. They looked in on Heero, finding the Borg standing in his alcove, eyes open and staring directly forward as if he was a doll. "Heero?" Quatre asked quietly. The drone's eyes flicked to him. "Aren't you bored?" Blank confusion. Quatre changed tactics. "When you have extra time, like you seem to now, why don't you browse the computer? Read anything that you calculate as relevant to living in non-Borg society." "Acknowledged," Heero said. He stepped from his alcove and began tapping at the nearest console. "You're welcome, Heero." Quatre said, leaving him to it. Quietly, Trowa and Quatre made their way to their own private quarters, intending to get a few hours of rest before their visitors appeared. Dictionary - (1) Enarrain – Romulan, "Captain" (2) Kllhe – Romulan, "worm" (3) Veruul – Romulan, "fool" (4) Fvai – Romulan, "dog" (5) Ghuy'cha' – Klingon, curse word (6) Qu'vatlh – Klingon, curse word (7) The Factor – At every port, a ship has a main contact with whom they conduct business with, which is called the factor. |
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| Title: Star Trek - Gundam Episode 5 Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com) Archive: www.foreverfandom.net, www.wufeiduo.net Pairings: 3x4, 5+2+5, eventual 1x2x5 Rating: R Category: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action/Adventure Warnings: Shonen-ai, Language, Crossover, AU, lime Disclaimers: Mako: Oh, we own nothing, not even our own places to live. We are only borrowing the G-boys and the Star Trek universe for play. We promise to return everything the way we found them. We make no money off of this. ^_^ Jo: Although we sure WISH we did... anyways, if you sue, you'll only be able to take the cat. That'll make my dad very happy, b/c she meows all night and scratches up the furniture. A/N: Mako: No more harassing me! If we have a chapter, you will know. *cries* Every time we write a new chapter, I get bombarded with nice, and not-so-nice, 'requests' for the next chapter! Jo, MAKE IT STOP! Jo: Me?! I have no control over these people! ....... but I suppose I could help. Feel free to direct your demands to JWPname@aol.com, since it's mostly my schedule that dictates when the chapters get done. Mako: Hai! Mako works all the time on her ficcies! No need to berate me with long and winded rants about how we don't update... Not that the sentiment isn't appreciated. ^_^;;;; Thanks for reading! Symbols: blah – either foreign (Klingon/Romulan) or off-screen speech *blah* - emphasized word *~*~*~* - Change of scene ~blah~ - sound effects ~BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!~ Heero's eyes flicked from the console readout to the cargo bay doors. Audio input Source location 79 X 3 Y mark 5.463: Cargo Bay 1 Personnel Airlock Executing database comparison No match Action: none Heero paused and reevaluated, using the data obtained from observations of the crew. No match Action: evaluate source. Heero turned away from the console, walked over to the airlock, and entered it. The source had been external, so he opened the outer door. Five humanoids stood outside the airlock, four females and an older, balding male. The one who stood closest to the door put her arm down and stared, dumbfounded, at the gorgeous, half-naked boy. Her mouth fell open at the sight, and a quick look at the other members of her group showed the ex- Borg that they were sharing her expression. Heero watched them blankly. This was a probable source of the unidentified sounds. "Are you the source of unidentified audio input 345?" They gaped at him. "Coming, comin--" Duo's voice cut off abruptly, and then he yelled, "HEERO! What did I tell you about opening the door to strangers?!" Heero turned to face the approaching human. "Nothing." Duo blinked. "I didn't? Well... okay, then, don't open the door to people you don't know, unless one of the crew okays them." "Acknowledged." Heero turned back around and shut the airlock in the faces of the five unknowns. "GODDAMMIT, DUO MAXWELL! OPEN THIS DOOR!" Hilde screamed a few seconds later. The sound of laughter was followed by the opening of said door and the sight of Duo's braid dangling on the floor, as he was doubled over, cackling madly. "That was great, 'Ro!" he managed between peals of laughter. Heero's eyes flicked from him to the newcomers. "These are 'okayed', then?" "Of course they are. The banshee is Hilde," Duo said, straightening out to look the five visitors in the face. "I have no data on the species 'Banshee'. Elaborate." Duo's faced threatened to break out into laughter again, but he fought it down. "Ancient Earth legend from the British Isles. A banshee is female ghost, or spirit, whose voice could kill those that heard it." Heero didn't blink. "It is inaccurate. All units within range are still functioning." Duo sighed. "It's a metaphor. Hilde just *sounds* like a banshee, with that screech of hers. She's a human, like me." Heero attempted to process that as Duo waved the females and male inside and closed the lock behind them. "Okay, Duo, who's prettybot here and where the heck did you find him?" Sally, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Trill female, asked. "Long story, but his name is Heero. Heero, these are our friends, the crew of the merchant ship Caput... sometimes known as "ass-end"--" "Only to Duo, and mostly because we've given up on trying to smack him for it," the human girl, Hilde, muttered. Duo grinned and pointed at her. "Hilde," the human, "Sally," the Trill, "Cathy," a curly-haired Bajoran, "Instructor H", the male, "and Mariemaia, the captain." Heero glanced the last over, and concluded that she was half Romulan, part Bajoran, and part Cardassian. "Charmed," Cathy said dryly. "What's the rest of the story?" "Can't tell ya. Q-ball's called dibs." Duo pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "C'mon up to the lounge and all will be revealed. Over breakfast." "Duo, I take back all the nasty things I said about you before," Hilde said, linking arms with the other human as they started walking. "Any man that feeds me is a good man." "Same way I feel," her companion said, winking mischievously. Heero turned back towards his console. "Come on, Heero. You have a right to be there when we talk about you." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "So he's... Borg," Cathy said flatly. Her gaze - filled with wariness nearly identical to Wufei's, though without the searing jealousy - had been pinned to Heero since Quatre had said that word. "That is so COOL!" Hilde squealed. "Can I examine your circuitry? Pleeeeeease?" "Sheesh, Hilde, why not ask to see his etchings while you're at it?" Duo asked sarcastically. "You think he'd let me?" "That is not possible. This unit has no etchings," Heero stated matter-of- factly. "Not 'this unit', Heero," Quatre replied wearily. "I." "Thank you." "Thanks are irrelevant." "Not to most societies, Heero." Quatre paused, looking around the room. The hostility coming from Wufei and Cathy, and somewhat from Mariemaia, was not conducive to the usual conversations the Gundam's crew had with the Caput's. "But I think Hilde's suggestion is a good one. Would you mind letting them examine your circuitry and medical data?" "Negative." "Trowa?" The Vulcan gestured towards the Infirmary, and Hilde, Sally, H, and Duo stood. "Oh, yeah, Hilde, when we're done poking at Heero's info, I got some new stuff I want to show you," Duo said as the others left. The doors closed, and the tension levels dropped considerably. Quatre relaxed somewhat, and turned to Mariemaia. "So, Captain..." "So," Marie agreed, with a faint smile. "You don't trust the Borg?" Quatre chuckled. "We aren't that foolish." "Yet," Wufei muttered. "Heero's rather like a computer in his thinking. Next to no moral judgment at all. So, no, I don't trust him to know when to keep quiet or who to trust, and I'm not about to try 'programming' him like that. Besides," Quatre smiled, "you don't trust him. So! What's *really* brought you to our ship today?" "Well, besides confirming for ourselves that the rumours were false," Mariemaia started. "I have something from.... my father." Quatre's smile fell away. "I see." Unspoken was the fact that for the Senator to involve Marie -- an illegitimate, half-breed child raised outside the Empire, whose activities bordered on illegal and whose existence would be politically damaging if she was discovered -- whatever it was, the need was dire. The Gundam was all but committed to the mission automatically. Marie sat back, her eyes half-closing as she slipped into a light meditative state. Quatre and Wufei did the same, insuring that they would keep the message word-for-word without recording it. "To my dearest adversaries, I offer you greetings. Would that we could meet fairly over crossed blades, but alas, ch'Rihan[1] is no longer witness to the passions and past times of ages gone before. The Elements have turned, our fires are banked, and in the hvai[2] who pretend to be Rihannsu[3], they are naught but ashes clouding the waters of deceit. To spite such hvai, I send you this: weeks a past, among they who abandoned ch'Rihan for Lloann'na[4], there was one who was known as Varis of the House of Llithrin, a nephew of Deihu[5] Naril of the same House. To date, the Deihu has amassed 70% of the money required to buy the boy's death, and doubtless shall have acquired the remainder long before the next election. The results of such an obscenity, the blame for which would be rested upon the shoulders of the Lloann'na, would propel him into the Senate, and to the government coffers. Should the boy live to see the election's end, the House of Llithrin shall be impoverished." "Ah, Romulan politics. How interesting," Quatre mused, sitting back in his seat and processing the request from Senator Treize. "How disgusting, you mean," Wufei growled, coming out of his trance state. "Dishonorable cur of a deihu..." "Look, no one's talking about how *your* people conduct their politics," Cathy said for the first time since the Borg left. Wufei would've glared at her, except he was already glaring on general principles. "I'M not talking about how anybody conducts their politics. I'm talking about the h-vay dog Deihu Naril specifically, though the fact that such a creature gained ANY power in a system of mob rule..." He pointedly trailed off, letting the phrase speak for itself. "-- is a testament to how good at deception a lying, honourless dog can be, we know, Chang." "So, is Senator Treize asking us to take this message to Starfleet? Or does he want us to actually protect this boy? Because, he can't afford our services if the second is the case at hand," Quatre said, a playful smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Just get the message to Starfleet," Marie answered, relaxing faintly. "They're paid to babysit the galaxy, so they may as well earn it." Marie cast a sidelong glance at Wufei. "Parreeses Squares?" she asked sweetly. "There should be enough space, with all your cargo offloaded." Wufei gave her a sour look. "You onna can't hit worth a credit." "Why, Chang, I thought you realized... that wasn't hitting; that was blatant groping." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "So," Hilde started as Duo led her down to Engineering after her extensive look over of Heero's circuitry, leaving the ex-Borg with H and the two doctors. "Yes?" Duo asked, sitting in the only chair and pulling out his box of new toys. His eyes shot up as Hilde draped herself across his lap, moving around until she was comfortable. "Are Klingons as *good* and insatiable in bed as I've heard?" she asked, an innocent smile plastered across her face. She started laughing as Duo turned three shades of red. "HILDE!" he yelled, dumping the human girl on her rear. "What?" she managed between giggles. "I know you, and you SO got laid last night. I'm guessing that Bot-boy's hormones are about as functional as a Vulcan's laugh track, and somehow I DON'T think Tro and Q-ball invited you into their bed, so that leaves your favorite half-Klingon ogle-ee." Duo just blushed a few shades more, but Hilde noticed that he was also fighting a smile. "Just as I thought. About time too, boy! Now, to collect on my bet from Cathy." "B-bet?" Duo choked out. "What bet?" "Like I'd tell you?! Just know that you have made me a very happy woman, without sleeping with me. Shame though..." "Er... right," Duo said, sitting back down. "I want details. NOW! Tell me *everything*," Hilde exclaimed, sitting back down in Duo's lap and awaiting every last sordid detail that she *knew* her friend was going to spill. Notes: [1] ch'Rihan – Romulan, Romulus [2] hvai – Romulan, beast; animal [3] Rihannsu – Romulan, Romulan (people) [4] Lloann'na –Romulan, Federation [5] Deihu – Romulan, Elder |
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