From: "C. Bradley" Subject: B5 Creative - "Revelations" [1/2] (Spoilers) Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 19:40:18 +0000 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: "Revelations" [1 of 2] Author: Ciaran Bradley (c.bradley@net.ntl.com) Notes: This is my first ever B5 fan fiction story, so don't expect much from it. It's the first episode of a B5 fan fiction series I've started at http://b5-flynn.tripod.com. And I could really use a hand with the way this opening part should be written. Spoilers: Down | Down | A Little Further | Almost At It | Nearly | Neeeeearly | Whoops! You Just Passed It. Possible spoiler for "In The Shadow Of Z'Ha'Dum". Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to, I don't own B5 or Crusade. It's the property of J Michael Straczynski, Warner Bros. and TNT. I think I'm supposed to say that there is some cursing in the story as well. Story itself (finally): In their fully equipped black combat uniforms, Zack Allan and Sean Flynn waited on the word from Smith. Allan kept shivering for some reason. "What's wrong?" Flynn asked. Allan's shaking about threatened to give away their position. "I gotta take a leak." "Then go." "Nah. I don't wanna have you left here on your own." "Don't worry about me Zack, I'd be more worried about my package exploding before you can empty it." Flynn took a quick look around, "Beside, this dust shipment probably won't be here by the time you get back." "Are you sure?" Flynn stared back his friend. "OK, OK. I'm going." Flynn watched as Allan left then scene, then twisted himself back to watch the perimeter for any sign of Deuce and his cronies. "Well, well, well," a voice suddenly called out. "What do we have here?" Flynn twisted around to see a metal bar smash across his face, then nothing but black. * * * In the darkness, Flynn struggled to break free of the wires binding him to the desk. A quick slap across the cheek quickly brought all his senses back to him. A man with a Southern accent started speaking to at least three or four others. Flynn was usually good at calculating in the dark, but his attack had left him dizzy. Deuce walked up and ripped the blindfold off Flynn's face. "Welcome to hell." "You son of a bitch!" Flynn shouted. "I'll get you for this." "Please, there's no need for such pleasantness around here." Deuce took a few steps back as a much larger bald man took his place, and nailed Flynn with several jabs to the stomach. "What do you want from me?" "I do not like people interfering with my importations, Mr. Flynn" "Life's a bitch." The bald man struck Flynn again in the stomach. "Open him up," Deuce ordered the others. Four men held Flynn down as he struggled to free himself. The large bald man grabbed his head and opened his mouth up. Deuce returned to Flynn with a sachet. "Her we go, my little friend. A gift from the people on this station you've put away." Deuce began pouring the contents of the sachet down Flynn's throat. Dust. "AAAAGGGHH!!" Flynn screamed as loud as he could, until everything went dim and finally blinked out again. * * * "Are you sure about this, man?" A long-haired man with a London accent and the large bald man carried Flynn's limp body through Brown Sector. "Look. What problem do you have with this plan? We dump the body in Garibaldi's office while Deuce has him out on a call. We dump it there then leave, do you have a problem with this?" "No, but he'll be awake soon. And mighty pissed when he figures out what happened to him." "Exactly." The bald man pulled a small black stick out of his pocket, and placed it in the card receiver port. With a swooshing sound, the door to Security Central opened. "Let's leave him here," the London guy said. "Garibaldi'll be back soon." "Fine." The two dropped the unconscious carcass in the corner of he officer, where the Security Chief was likely to see it when he returned from his wild goose chase. "I hear him comin', man." The Londoner ran off, closely followed by his mate. "Damned lurkers wasting my time with their--" Garibaldi's voice trailed off as he pushed in his ID card to get back to proper work. When he entered his office, he saw Flynn out cold in the far corner. Garibaldi quickly ran over to assist Flynn. "Come on, Flynn, snap out of it." Garibaldi slapped Flynn across the face, hoping to wake him from his slumber. Flynn's eyes slowly raised, and he was instantly fully alert. He grabbed Garibaldi on each arm, and unknowingly started a joy ride through his boss's mind. --------------- MESSAGE b5-creative.v001.n1059.3 --------------- From: "C. Bradley" Subject: B5 Creative - "Revelations" [2/2] (Spoilers) Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 19:45:38 +0000 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: "Revelations" [2 of 2] Author: Ciaran Bradley (c.bradley@net.ntl.com) Notes: This is my first ever B5 fan fiction story, so don't expect much from it. It's the first episode of a B5 fan fiction series I've started at http://b5-flynn.tripod.com. And I could really use a hand with the way this opening part should be written. (And I don't have a clue what inomorphazine is.) Spoilers: Down | Down | A Little Further | Almost At It | Nearly | Whoops! You Just Passed It. Possible spoiler for "In The Shadow Of Z'Ha'Dum". Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to, I don't own B5 or Crusade. It's the property of J Michael Straczynski, Warner Bros. and TNT. I think I'm supposed to say that there is some cursing in the story as well. Story itself (finally): Flynn looked around. All he could see around him was black, and Garibaldi sitting on the invisible ground close to him. "Chief!" he called out. "Are you alright?" "Get the hell out of my head!" Garibaldi shouted back. "I'm in your--?" Flynn suddenly stopped. "That dirty rat bastard Deuce! I'm gonna kill him!" Garibaldi calmed down a bit, "Just get the hell out of my mind, right now." "How?" "I don't know. Just don't go prodding around in here." "I won't. I just want to--" Before he finished his sentence, Flynn fell to his knees and grabbed a tight grip on his head. Pictures flew past him: Earth Force One being destroyed, Clarke taking up office, a message from Sinclair. Hundreds of pictures flew around Flynn. He held his ears in tightly so he couldn't hear the screams, but they overcame him and he lost consciousness again. * * * "Give me twenty CCs of inomorphazine!" someone shouted. More noises crowded Flynn's thoughts, then they suddenly stopped. Flynn opened his eye to find himself in MedLab. He weakly looked around the room. He saw Dr. Franklin checking on him, Garibaldi pacing around the waiting room in what was unmistakably a pissed off mood, and Captain Sheridan trying to calm him down. "What happened?" painfully pushed through Flynn's dry throat. "You had a dust overdose," Franklin answered. "But you'll be alright." "That son of a bitch Deuce." Flynn tried to get out if he bed where he lay, but quickly fell. He pulled himself back up on the bed. "Do you know what happened?" "Deuce. He stuffed dust down my throat. He left me in the chief's officer as a trap." "Mr. Garibaldi is going to be alright, but I'd stay away from him for a few days if I was you." "What did I do to him?" "You attacked him. Seeing as he isn't the person to mention whatever's bothering him, I'd guess you may have done a lot more." "I was in his mind." "Can I see him now?" Flynn recognized the voice as Zack's. "Well, he seems up to it. But don't keep him long, he needs to rest." "Yes, doc." Allan walked up and pulled a chair beside Flynn's bed. "You fine in there?" "I'll be alright in the morning." "Look Sean, I'm sorry for--" "Zack, don't apologize. If you hadn't have went, it would have been the two of us lying in here." "But I still think--" Trying to change the subject, Flynn noticed a black armband on Allan's arm, "What's that?" "Some group visited the station. Called themselves The Ministry Of Peace." "Oh great. I'm out cold and you get delusions of grandeur." "They pay us fifty extra credits a week just to do what usually do anyway." "Hmm. Sounds interesting." "D'wanna sign up?" "Sure, why not. But are you sure this isn't one of those scams people pull?" "The don't want anything back. They just want us to keep the peace." Flynn thought over the proposition for a few moments. An image of President Clarke suddenly appeared in his head. With a warning about him. Garibaldi knew something hat he wasn't willing to share with much people. Flynn tried to think about what it could be, but his head starting aching again. "OK Zack, sign me up." He looked beyond his friend for a moment at another patient for a moment, and heard a scream. Not a human scream, or even an alien scream. It was something far more deadly. *I've got to figure out what this all means,* he thought to himself.