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Episode Two: One of Five
Title: Star Trek: Gundam
Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com)
Archive: http://www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html, http://www.fanfiction.net http://www.foreverfandom.net http://www.wufeiduo.net
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.”
Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com)
Archive: http://www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html, http://www.fanfiction.net http://www.foreverfandom.net http://www.wufeiduo.net
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?