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CHAPTER TWO.
Guy found himself man-handled into a
grooved chair, in the type of room he hadn't been in yet. Well, that is
to say that he certainly didn't remember having been in this room the
last time around. But then again Mathesar had said something about this
being the Protector Three. Perhaps... Mathesar walked around to the
front of a large screen mounted on the far wall. Teb was standing by it.
The smiling Thermian raised a hand of greeting to him. "Greetings
Gay." Guy couldn't help slinking lower down in his seat. "We
have something to show you." Mathesar stepped to the opposite side
of the screen, and signalled to Teb. "Activate screen!" The
lights dimmed and Guy found himself sitting with his bottom jaw slumped
on his lap. "Holy Shit..."
* * *
Fred watched as Laliari rounded a corner
at near on ninety. Smoke billowed up from the tyres, and Fred found
himself clinging to the sides of his seat. He exchanged his look of
terror for a trim smile. Laliari had, as always, her blank smiling face
anyway. She clamped down hard on the brakes at a stop sign and then
looked over at Fred, who'd smashed his head against the dash. "Was
that acceptable" she asked. Fred rubbed his forehead. "...
yeah... but you might wanna try going a little bit slower. You're a new
driver, don't want to get a speeding ticket..." "Sensible
thinking tech sergeant Chen." Fred frowned. "I told you, it's
Fred. Just Fred." "Freddd... Fred." Fred looked out of
the window and then back at Laliari. He would have spoke, but what he
saw, or rather what he didn't see, caught his breath. And then he felt
every particle in his body being pulled apart and he knew what that was.
Within seconds he was reassembled onboard the Protector, with Laliari at
his side. A Thermian officer was manning the controls. "Tech
sergeant Chen. It is an honour." He grasped him in a hug and then
helped him off of the assembly pad. Fred could only smile. "Yeah.
Thanks..." the Thermian disregarded Laliari and moved to his
controls. He waved his hand over them. "The matter re-arranger. I
have become quite accustomed to its design. I trust that its operation
under my control was to your satisfaction?" "Yeah, you did
swell. So why are we here?" "I do not exactly. Commander
Mathesar wanted to tell you in person Tech sergeant Chen. Come, this
way." He led the way out into the corridor, and Laliari let Fred go
first.
* * *
Jason Nesmith always made a habit of
going to the gym. If it were not for regular exercise, then he would not
have looked as good as he did. In fact, although being older by many
years, he was in better condition now than he was when filming on the
original show. But he did find some of the exercises were getting a
little harder, and he was getting tired quicker. Or was it just his
mind? Did he just think that he was older? Whatever the case, he was
sticking to the treadmill today. The gym that he went to had a row of
televisions attached tot he ceiling so that people on the tread could
keep their minds occupied. The news was on. "This bad front of
weather is pushing steadily north, and I cannot see a change until late
in the weekend..." the reporter was saying. Jason didn't care much
for these news reporters. Sometimes they were so full of it. Yes, he'd
had his fair share of criticism and bogus lies before. But that was the
life of a star wasn't it? Wasn't that his function? To be an icon? A
hero? But what he hadn't realised at the beginning was that that
entailed not having a personal life. "Next up tonight, the Galaxy
Quest star who has gone missing." Jason stopped dead at that and
slid backwards on the tread. He stood straight back up. "The
apartment of Alexander Dane has been found ransacked, and a small blood
trail was found near the door. It would appear to be a kidnapping. The
police headquarters today would not release any further information
regarding this matter, and they claim that all members of the Galaxy
Quest 'crew' are in the process of being questioned. "Next tonight,
the woman from Iowa who thought that she had a pig for a son, quite
literally, and the problem with coast Rican banana ban..." Jason
stood silent. Alex gone? Who or what would take Alex? This was all new
to him. he hadn't been home since nine in the morning, so he could bet
his ass that he had a whole string of messages left for him. Jason
didn't even bother collecting together his things as he hurried off for
the exit and his car. Some day.
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