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Title:
Alterations
Author:
Lyta
Lyta_1028@yahoo.com
Summary: What if it had been Liam's death that
Sandoval faked in “The Vanished”?
Author’s Note: The poem Sandoval quotes from in
this story is “Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
"Alterations"
Liam
Kincaid came to in a dimly lit holding cell on the Mothership. The first thing
he noticed was that his hands were bound behind his back and that someone had
taken his clothes and left him wearing a blue bodysuit. Liam wiggled his hands
and momentarily debated whether or not to use his shaquarava to take care of
the cuffs before he had to concede that such an action would take care of his
hands as well.
Liam
sat on the ground. His arms still felt bruised from where the Volunteers had
dragged him. A mysterious blond Volunteer had apparently rescued Augur and
Doors, he had not recognized her and took no small comfort in knowing they were
safe for the moment. He had been given
an injection of some kind by a Volunteer he had recently noticed in discussions
with Sandoval. Then he woke up here.
"Time to go, Major Kincaid." The Volunteer, whose name Liam
recalled suddenly as Erika Vosser, said from behind him. "Come on, get up,
we don't have a lot of time."
"I'm in no hurry." Liam quipped.
"Well thanks to me and an incredibly real looking android, everyone
thinks you're dead. Zo'or ordered your execution, so unless you'd like to
experience that for real you had better do as I say. As of this moment, I'm the
only one on this entire ship who even knows you’re alive."
Liam
was stunned into silence.
***
Da'an
watched the city lights of Washington D.C. twinkle. With the curfew in effect
there were noticeably fewer cars and people at this time of night.
Liam
was dead, and Lili imprisoned for attempting to destroy the Mothership. Da'an
had been appalled by Lili's actions, surely she understood that such an attack
on the Taelons was an attack on him as well. He had believed that she of all
Humans understood this. Now it seemed he had gauged her wrong.
Though he had personally seen Liam's remains, Da'an found himself
wondering if they were a ruse. He still felt the faint presence in the
Commonality that was Liam's, faint but like a distant star visible if you knew
where and how exactly to look.
Had
his protector's true nature been discovered? Zo'or might not wish to reveal
such a fact to the Synod as Kincaid's fate would be decided by them and not
solely him. Many on the Synod would wish to use Liam as a weapon, Da'an knew,
but Zo'or would prefer to have Liam put into one of the many projects he ran
without the knowledge or approval of his Taelon peers.
***
"What about the other Resistance prisoners being held on the
Mothership?" If Julia and the others were interrogated they would
eventually lead the Synod to Doors and Augur, assuming they had not been
captured in another sweep.
"Focus on your own wellbeing for the moment Major."
"And why exactly should I put my trust in you?" Liam demanded.
"Sometimes you just have to go on faith, if you still have any
left, that is." Vosser gestured for him to follow her, and having no real
choice aside from waiting for the Volunteers to stumble across him, he did.
Vosser deactivated his handcuffs, but kept the remote in her pocket. Liam began
to run his hands over his wrists to ease the stiffness even as he followed her
down a little used service corridor. To his amazement, they did not run into
anyone else on the way to the shuttlebay.
"Stop." Vosser ordered, just as he was about to follow her
into the shuttle bay.
"What is it?" Liam whispered.
"Keep your head down and stay close to me. You're a bit too well
known for my taste and I'd rather not have to shoot anyone who recognizes you.
Clear?"
"Perfectly."
"Okay, now we are going to head over to that shuttle over there. In
three minutes its crew will be called to do emergency repair work on another
shuttle that should keep them busy for quite a while."
"A shuttle you arranged to malfunction?" Liam asked.
"Do you want to get off this ship or not? If I was you I wouldn't
be so moral sounding. Coming from you it’s very hypocritical." Vosser
nearly snarled.
"I take it you're not a fan of the Resistance."
"Does it look like I am?"
***
"Who are you working for?" Liam demanded as soon as we were
safely in interdimensional space.
"Everything will become clear in time. Right now concern yourself
with landing the shuttle
"All will be made clear to you in
time, right now focus on landing the shuttle."
"Do you get all your lines from a Magic 8 ball? Besides, I've never
had a problem landing the shuttle before so why would I now?"
"No, but you've also never had to exit interdimensional space and
land in a room before have you? Its for our own protection, we can't risk being
detected by the Taelons in air space. Here are the coordinates." Vosser
handed him her global. Liam gasped when he saw what was on the screen.
"You've got to be kidding me! "Do
you have any idea how small that space is?" Liam asked incredulously
"As a matter of fact, I do." Vosser replied, her voice
betraying a hint of anxiety.
"I won't have any room to maneuver.
"I suggest you lock in those coordinates before the Taelons realize
they are missing a shuttle."
Liam
sighed and entered the coordinates and hoped that the prayer he silently
uttered would help. The shuttle exited ID space in what looked to be an
underground parking garage. It might have been roomy for cars, but Liam was
fast running out of space in which to land. It was a struggle, but he managed
to set it down only a meter away from the wall.
"What?" Liam said, at Vosser's amused and relieved laugh.
"Looks like I have more confidence in you than you do in
yourself."
"Now that I got you here you tell me what's going on."
"Patience, Major Kincaid." Vosser said
with infuriating calm and self-assurance.
***
After
they exited the shuttle, he followed Vosser out of the parking area and through
the facility. The place looked part warehouse, part prison and part lab. The
strange mixture of rubble and high tech equipment was almost amusing. Then
Vosser and Liam walked past a clear plastic curtain and he followed her gaze to
the main feature of the room.
An
implantation table.
Liam
was flooded by his parent's memories of implantation and for a long moment was
too shocked to move. When the flight or fight response kicked in a minute
later, he turned to make a run for it, only to slam into a man. The man
restrained his arms as Vosser held a device up to his neck. Liam continued to
try and free himself even as he felt the sharp sting on his neck and he rapidly
became dizzy and weak.
"Welcome home, Liam." The man said with cold amusement in his
voice
***
Tired
and weak, he could not even put up a token struggle as they lifted him onto the
black implantation table and firmly strapped him down. He could not scoot away
or even shake his head. All he could do helplessly was watch them calibrate the
equipment, moving in and out of his limited field of view, and prepare for the
implantation they were about to perform on him. It seemed so surreal, a
situation made even more so by the frighteningly vivid memories of when
Sandoval and Beckett had been implanted. Unlike most first time implants, Liam
knew exactly how horrible it felt when the CVI began to infiltrate the brain.
This was not an experience he wanted to have for himself.
"It's a relatively painless procedure. You should be up and running
in a couple of hours." Then Vosser's nameless male associate came over by
his face. "Change can be a good thing, Major. Even if it doesn't seem that
way at the time."
Liam
could hear Vosser performing a check on a blood sample, a precaution to check
for chemicals in his system that could interfere with the CVI, and his vital
signs to compare with after the implantation. Then he heard her run the check
again.
"This blood sample must have been contaminated." Vosser
announced uncertainly. "This sample shouldn't have these results at
completion, much less step one."
"I took the sample myself. Show me the results." The man
demanded.
"Here, see for your yourself." There was a shuffling of feet
as the Volunteer handed over her global.
The
man was silent for a long moment as he checked the data. "I think we'd
better tell him about this development. This could prove to be very useful once
we know what we really have on our hands with the good Major here."
"I'll make the call." Liam heard
Vosser leave the room and then make a call, but he could not make out what she
was saying or to whom she was speaking, but Liam could guess who the recipient
of Vosser's call was.
The
man came up to Liam, so that their faces were nearly level. "It would seem
Major Kincaid, that you've been keeping some very interesting secrets."
***
"Come on, your presence has been requested on the bridge." Her
guard sneered at her, her disgust at the Liberation member obvious. Lili sent
her a scathing look, but the Volunteer turned away from her, missing her look
entirely as she entered in the code to lower the virtual glass barrier that
locked her cell. Just as the Volunteer was about to enter, she suddenly
crumpled to the deck.
Lili
looked toward where the Volunteer had been standing and saw a blond woman in
Volunteer uniform.
"Switch clothes with her. Hurry if you want to get out of
here!" The woman hissed.
Startled, Lili complied and soon was wearing the Volunteer's uniform.
"Turn her head away from the entrance so passer's by will think it's you
sleeping."
Lili
turned the Volunteer's head away and rearranged her hair a bit to better
facilitate the deception.
"Good, now pull the face shield of your helmet down, don't look
anyone in the face and come with me." The blond ordered, tossing Lili a
weapon and gesturing for her to follow.
***
"You seem distracted, Agent Sandoval." Da'an asked his former
attaché.
"I keep looking back and trying to find where I failed to notice
Marquette and Kincaid's association with the Resistance. Now that Kincaid is
dead, I'll never know." Sandoval lied smoothly. "With Marquette's
escape that avenue of inquiry has also been eliminated, at least until she can be
recaptured. By now, she most likely has gone underground but my people are
trying to flush her out into the open."
Da'an
fixed him with a hard and penetrating stare. They were alone in his audience
chamber and Sandoval found himself becoming more and more unnerved by the
Taelon. "I doubt that."
Sandoval appeared confused and disturbed. "I don't understand what
you are talking about."
"Major Kincaid's demise..." Da'an began, just as Sandoval's
global beeped.
"I'm sorry Da'an, but I must answer this call." Sandoval said
grateful for the excuse to leave his former Taelon master's presence before the
conversation progressed and unaware of the small tracking device Da'an had
affixed to his coat sleeve.
Da'an
watched him leave with a mix of sorrow and hope. Liam's presence still remained
in the Commonality, and Da'an's sources had found no trace of him among the
subjects of any of Zo'or's experiments. Thus, Sandoval was his best lead.
***
"Sandoval." He answered curtly.
"Sir." Vosser responded and he noticed anxiety in her voice as
well as the uneasiness in her posture that was out of character for her. Had
something gone awry with Kincaid's implantation? It was an unlikely occurrence,
but not unheard of, especially when the subject was not cooperative as the
Major was sure to be.
"Yes?" Sandoval asked impatiently.
"It's the subject, there's something you need to know. We
discovered a major abnominally in his blood sample: he already has elements of
Jaridian DNA in his system, Taelon too and some we cannot identify other than
as not being of terrestrial origin. Agent Sandoval, he has a triple helix DNA
strand."
Sandoval blinked in surprise. "How?"
Vosser looked troubled. "Its too well integrated, he had to have
been born that way and if our cellular aging tests are at all accurate he's
only about eight months old. There is something else you need to know
about," Vosser said carefully, unsure of how he would take her next
revelation. "We've identified his human parents. Sir, its you and Lt.
Siobhan Beckett."
Sandoval swallowed hard before regaining his
composure." Thank you Ms. Vosser. I'll meet you in an hour and attend to
this situation personally." Sandoval closed his global. Before any
question aside from how entered his mind, his CVI brought forth the vivid
memory of awakening in a dumpster. He shivered from the remembered chill.
"You're a complicated host, Mr.
Sandoval…" The alien had said in his voice. It was the last thing
Sandoval heard before he lost consciousness. His last thoughts were that the
truism that hearing was the last sense to go were true.
Another memory resurfaced.
"I remember searching for Ha'gel, and
then its all a blank." A dazed Beckett had said, searching her memory
for information that did not exist in there. Sandoval recalled that Captain
Marquette had reported her death, that Beckett had tried to convince him of the
former Marine's connection to the Liberation. He had dismissed her allegations
at the time and in the fast paced events that followed he had failed to connect
the pieces to the puzzle he only now realized existed.
Sandoval blanched as the implications set in. He knew where the alien,
Kimeran, DNA had originated from.
***
Liam
was still lying on the implantation table when Sandoval arrived. The Synod
leader's implant stared thoughtfully at the man who now lay helplessly bound to
the implantation table. For his part, Liam tried to determine who was in the
room with him now after having listened to the approaching footsteps, but the
restraints severely limited his field of vision and unless the other person
moved into that field, he was stuck.
"I always did wonder how you dispatched the Jaridian replicant and
managed to restore Da'an to the Commonality." Sandoval mused aloud as he
came closer to Liam. He loosened the restraints on Liam's left hand to stare
hard at the faint reddish mark in the center of his palm. "But now you
leave me with a dilemma. Everyone believes you are dead and things will become
very unhealthy if it is discovered that you are in fact still among the
living."
“You
could let me go." Liam offered. "I could go underground…"
Sandoval laughed bitterly. "With the way the Resistance is having
its support yanked out by the Volunteers? They'd find you in a month. No, I
have another idea."
***
Da'an
recalled Augur's global number and carefully sent the cyber-wizard a message
along with the information on Sandoval's current location. The message was
worded in such a way that Da'an hoped it would disguise its origin. He also
hoped that they would find Liam in time. He hoped they would receive his
message.
***
Liam
found that the restraints in the shuttle were just as strong as those used on
him in the facility's medical area. At least he could move his head here, that
much was an improvement.
"It was intended that you be outfitted with a special CVI and
certain…enhancements prior to your trip, but that was before we knew the truth.
Your unique physiology would make the enhancements redundant and even more
dangerous than they already are. There simply is no time to indulge in much
more through studies, though I've sent some of your blood and tissue samples
along with readings from our medical scanners to some associates of mine for
further analysis."
"I'm surprised you didn't just kill me. Or implant me." Liam
said bitterly, recalling Sandoval's previous attempts to dispose of him.
Sandoval looked hurt for a moment. "You seemed to be able to read
Eunoia when we were in Ireland, though I dismissed my suspicions as impossible
at the time. If anything your heritage will make you a better candidate for
this project." The implant paused. "As for the CVI, your unique brain
chemistry would make that risky without further analysis and as I just told you
time is not on our side at the moment."
Where
are you sending me?" Liam demanded.
"You should not concern yourself with details. The shuttle is on
auto-pilot and the restraints will release automatically when you reach your
destination. So just sit back and enjoy the flight. I'm sure that you will
understand the necessity of this mission upon arrival."
"Any chance I can get some complimentary pretzels?"
"It's good you maintain your sense of humor." Sandoval said
with a slight, but sad, smile.
"I'm not the one who really needs a sense of humor. If Zo'or
catches one whiff of what you've been doing here, you are dead. Anyone in the
Resistance finds out about you disappearing people and I'm sure it won't be
pretty either."
Sandoval grimaced slightly, but recovered himself. He walked behind
Liam's chair to put a respiration mask over his head and in place over his
face. "Don't worry, its not like we'll never see each other again.
Remember Liam:
"We
are not now that strength which in old days
Moved
earth and heaven, that which we are, we are-
One
equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made
weak by time and fate, but strong in will.
To
strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
The
sad smile returned for a brief moment, but due to their positions, Liam was
unable to see it or the single tear Sandoval allowed to slither down his cheek
before wiping it away with his coat sleeve.
"Godspeed, Liam." Then he left Liam alone in the shuttle.
Liam
wanted to reply, but the mask swallowed his words.
***
Sandoval thumbed the button that would activate the program he had
installed in Liam's shuttle and sent him on his way. Finally he resigned
himself to what he felt must be and pressed the switch. The shuttle entered ID
space and Sandoval found himself alone in the concrete walled parking garage.
***
Liam
tried to catch a last glimpse of Earth, but all he could see was the
kaleidoscope of inter-dimensional space. He wondered once again where he was
being sent and ran through the brief list of possibilities in his mind. If it
was to Jaridian space, then Sandoval was sending them an functional ID drive
all but gift-wrapped. That would surely hasten the Jaridian arrival on Earth,
an arrival Liam knew to be imminent from both the Taelons and the single
Jaridian he had encountered. Then again, he could be going elsewhere. Perhaps
he was being sent to meet the Taelon Resisters Bel'lie had spoken of, Lili had
to give Sandoval a copy of the renegade's shuttle computer files after all.
Liam
frowned inside the mask. He had accused Vosser of ripping her responses off of
a Magic 8 ball, but she seemed positively forthcoming compared to his human
father. He felt the sedative begin to enter into his oxygen supply. Everything
became increasingly blurry and his last conscious thought was a prayer that his
mother would be there to greet him on the other side if this went badly.
To
be continued…