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DA'AN
Da’an knew not if what he was doing had a sense. Perhaps was it just another of his desperate actions, perhaps all he believed to be true was nothing but illusions? He knew not if it was the right thing to do, the right solution. It did not matter if it was the right thing or not, it was already too late, the process was started and now, nothing could stop it.
The lab was dark, he wanted not to be seen here and now. Especially not by one of his implants, or worse, by one of his fellow Taelon. That would be a disaster. The Synod, after what they had reffered to as an unfortunate accident caused by Ro’ha’s experiment, had forbiden to anyone to try again this kind of experiment.
But, if no one tried, they could never know if the joining between the human and taelon species was possible, as Ma’el had said. Da’an knew that no one shared his ideas to the point of accepting to be used as subject for this experiment. He had had no other choices, but to test his hypothesis on himself, no matter what the result would be.
The unpleasantly synthetic voice of the computer announced that the synthetized DNA was ready to be implanted. Da’an had refused to take any risks. He did not wish to see again what had been the results of their experiments with Ro’ha. The DNA that would be implanted to him had been artificially synthetized in laboratory. The human DNA had only 46 chromosomes, it was extremely easy to reproduct artificially.
Despite the fact that he knew perfectly what he was doing, for the worst or the best, he could not prevent himself from regressing for one second to his original form when he saw the long flexible needle filled with the translucide liquid. He quickly programmed the parameters of the device and lay on the table. Now, he could not go back, even if he would have wished so. Metal straps circled his wrists and ankles. He had himself programed it for that it would release him only when his vitals function would come back in the normality.
He heard the characteristic hissing of the needle that started moving toward him. He closed his eyes and returned to his original form. His fine hands turned into fists when he felt that the needle entered in the middle of his lower chest.
Da’an could not stop the moaning that left his lips. He vaguely heard, as if it were far away from him, the faint noise of the needle that returned in its normal position. He turned the head slightly and his stare fell on the screen that showed his vital functions. They were all dangerously out of normality, he could have known without the need to see.
He sensed it inside him. The human DNA was digging itself a place in his own genetic code. Despite the fact that they were much less evolved than the taelon’s, the human metabolisms were still of a surprising power. They had survived long for a so young species, without changing in something more, as the Taelons had done. But the power of the human metabolism was also one of his greatest fear. If the human DNA, or his own taelon genes, took its newly existing half for a virus, an ennemy, that needed to be killed. Da’an would be killed from the inside, if this happened.
Da’an concentrated and forced his dark thoughts to go away from his mind. After some long minutes of efforts he was finally able to make his vital function come back in the acceptable limit. Almost acceptable limit. He would not be able to survive long in this state, if his own organism did not adapt very quickly to these… unknown genes. The metal bond that held him tightly strappe don the table, finally released him.
The Companion paced the room slowly. The changes were almost not perceptible now. But it would soon change. There was the need of time, the transformation would take a lot more time than what it had taken for Ro’ha, and the time was precisely the thing he had the less chances to obtain. He should avoid his fellows Synod members during a sufficient time, and also his implants, and especially Boone, that seemed to remark the most slight change in him. But he just hoped that the numerous changes his body would be affected by should not take too much time. If so, then he would be forced to retire in his private quarters for a suspicous time, that would get the curiosity of the Synod. He now needed to think to how he could escape his own race’s searching for him, because this would end that way despite anything he could do for hide it. Yes, despite all what he could do, Da’an was now a Human/Taelon hybrid. And sooner or later, the Synod and his fellows Taelons would discover it and most likely force him to embrace the Void. But this was the only way…
The Sleeper is awakening. Prepare to embrace the void.
Edited by: Jehanne at: 3/4/01 9:18:13 am
| Seven ONine
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(2/25/01 9:15:47 pm)
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Fantastic! But then you know I think that! More please!
| cimiKC
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(2/26/01 6:50:45 am)
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I want to know mooooooore~~~~~~~
Poor Da'an... cannot trust anyone, and always put himself in danger...
| Jehanne
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(2/27/01 5:41:57 pm)
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Quite weird part, but mostly because I had no inspiration for this one. The next on the list if MFBtW, a big part I hope.
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WILLIAM BOONE
William was asleep in his bed, plunged in the deep transe, without any doubts, caused by his newly implanted CVI, that, more and more often, he used as sleep, even if it was all but that and if he felt more tired when he awoke then when he had lay down on his bed. In fact, this state even did not deserve to be named as sleep. His mind thought at full speed, without stopping, about all what had been, about all what was, about all what would be… Strange mix, which gave, most of the time, a rather… bizarre result in his dreams…
Speaking of dreams, he was always doing the same one, since some times. With some differences, evidently, sometimes it took place during the dat, sometimes during the night, sometimes he saw peoples that he would not see in the next dream and that he had not seen in the dream before. He was worried for sure. He just hoped that it was not a problem with his CVI.
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So here it is, Humans finally won. Or if you can call this winning. The true intentions of the Taelons had been revealed to the medias by Jonathan, it had immediatly provocated a reaction all over the globe. On Earth, Humanskind was now fighting for its survival and independence.
The Taelons had still the advantage. Despite all their good willingness, the Humans could not win a war against a species that had thousands, if not billions, of years in technological advance on them and, plus, which had much experience in wars.
Boone was walking through the debris of Washington. When the USA had wanted to send an atomic projectile against the taelon mothership, they had simply returned it and had it explode in the air, right up to the White House. This had happened weeks ago. The dangerous radiations had disapeared from long, remplaced by virus coming from the bacteriological weapons.
The man knew on which side he should be. On the Humans’ side, fighting against the alien invadors. His mind, its lucidity still drapped in the faint heaviness of sleep, turned away from the battle field under his feet, some meters away only, where Humans, in black, plastic uniforms, fought desperatly against taelons, all in blue in their natural forms.
His mind was empty of all but of despair. He hadted war, he had always hated war. Doors, Lili and Augur had been killed during the first attack of the Taelons, agaisnt the Resistance HQ. Nearly all the memebers of resistance had perished this day.
He remembered perfectly where he was when all had begun. He was talking with Da’an, in his office, about what kind of dangers and possibilities could offer this new conflict just revealed by the leader of the resistance movement, when the first bomb had exploded. Since there, all was relatively vague in his mind. He just recalled theterryfingly white light that had illuminated the room and blinded him for some seconds. And after, the terrible shock wave that had followed
The Humans had firstly attacked, and the Taelons had defended themselves. Since this day, both sides suffered to lose or to win, turn after turn, in a sterile and cold war. You were never really sure of what could happen the day after. Maybe that when you closed your eyes in the evening, you would never reopen them, the next morning, quite terrifying thought just before going to sleep.
His first reflex when the bomb had exploded, in New York, had been to cover his eyes with his hands. He had heard nothing in a minute, all was just silence and death for him. The Embassy had put on some kind of sheel that had protected them from the shock outside. Now, the sheel was retracted and let them see what was outside now. All gardens that surrounded the taelon Embassy were nothing buth ashes, all buildings, destroyed. The bodies of innocent persons achieved to agonize, burned by the radiations.
Da’an had collapsed on his knees. Boone was just not very sure if it was because of the horrorful shock the Taelon had just suffered or if it was because of the many death Da’an could perceive instantly in the Commonality. Everywhere in the world, the Humans returned the attacks, by destroying the Taelon’s Embassies with the Companion inside it. .
And Boone had run. Without a word, he had turned on his heels and had left the Embassy, leaving there, the scared alien. He had run, until he had sensed the taste of the blood in his troath and on his lips. At this moment – in this dream, it was one of the few thing that was always the same – flashbacks from SI war came back in front of his eyes. Tortured children, wounded people let as dead on the battle field… And very soon, these images were replaced by ones of Taelons and Humans suffering, tortured, wounded to death, their faces ate away by the virus and the acid…
He had stopped right there. He was too scared for do another step. His eyes were wet, but he was not certain if he were crying or if it were because of the dust in the air, this kind of thing that smell like blood and stay inside you troath and in your mouth. He was still sitting at the same place. In fact, he had not really conscience of the time he had spent there, only that, like something certain, logical, his friends were all dead, or dying.
He had neverwanted this to happen, he had fought against it, he had done all what was humanly possible to do for stop the conflict, for stop them from exterminating.
His head slowly turned toward the place where would be, if it were still existing, the Washington Embassy. Like it often happenes in this kind of dream, where the perceptions and feelings are pushed to their most extreme threshold, his stare followed the move of his head with some seconds late. The images of the horroful view before him were one after one printed in his head, like in an old movie.
The building was vaguely glowing in the darkness, like a small spot of hope and freedom. It projected a purple-blue light in the lower atmosphere around it and the lost man saw there a hope that warmed up his aching heart. Something had survived. And perhaps Da’an was still alive. This thought, that first brought him joy, gave him even more sadness to suffer of. The Taelon was probably his only surviving friend now.
In those weirds dreams, there is always incongruities. Then, the second after, he was standing right in front of the familiar form of the Embassy. He now understood, the look of shock taking control of his features, that a part of the building had been destroyed and was now only some purple dust on the ground. The purple glow that emanated from it was caused by the fire that burned all around it.
Without appearing fears – in his dream, he had none – he approached the flames and made slowly his way toward the Embassy, avoiding carefully the roaring fire. He ended up by entering it the taelon building itself. He took time to climb on the upper floors: all the stairs and ramps had vanished or were on their way to do so. He did not risked to wonder what had happened to the staff of the Embassy
Once he had reached the last floor, just before entering in Da’an’s audience chamber, he walked on something in the darkness and collapsed on the ground. His eyes turned toward the inert form on the ground. It was a body, a dead body, still warm even. He saw clearly a skrill that achieved to disapear in energy particles and understood that he had just see what had been Agent Sandoval. He turned away, panicked.
His coldness and egoism for the events that did not stop to happen were beginning to get him quite scared. Was he becoming crazy? Maybe this battle had been the thing that had overhelmed him?
He shook his head and his conscious thoughts changed their direction toward Da’an’s office, which door’s – wall – was open. Boone advanced slowly, doing his best for avoid the falling of debris in flamescoming from the celling, visibly on the edge to give up.
Da’an was lying on the ground in a corner, the energy cells escaping one after one from his painful bod. This time, Will knew that nothing could bring him back. Each times in his dream, it was at this moment he understood that his mind had came here for assist to the death of the Taelon who was his friend.
He knelt beside the dying being. Each time, the same thing. He knew not what to say, the words of anger and excuses stayed trapped in his troath. Da’an turned the head and spoke in first. “I hate you! It is your war! Your war that your people started! You betrayed me Boone, you killed me…!”
Theses words were so much more acusating that they were spoken on a weak and almost unhearable tone. The last words sounded harder in the room, silencing the noise of the flames. Boone felt the the awakening was close now. Da’an was agonizing. The only words that came on the Taelon’s lips were maledictions and accusations. When, finally, the Taelon was freed from his corporal envelop and vanished in the air, Boone had the feeling that someone else was still in the room with him pronouncing the words again.
The voice were all mixed. Some voices that he knew not of, alien voices, Taelons’ or Humans’ or else. “You are the responsible for all of their death… You did nothing for stop it… Why have you not fought?… You killed us Boone… You killed us Will… I hate you!…”
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William Boone awoke in his bed, his body all wet of cold sweats. Da’an’s accusating words were still repeating over and over in his perfectly remembering mind. I hate you… I hate you… He jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
He turned one the cold water and spalshed some over his face, enjoying this brutal return to reality. This nightmare cam back all nights now, since almost a complete week. And not only during the night, but at all moments when he had the bad idea to fall asleep, even just for a few minutes. He had came to fear sleep. He knew that when he would awake, he would have the taste of blood in his mouth, the feeling of the dust that recovered a burned human body under his fingers, the flashing white light reflecting in his pupils… Scaring. There was the disadvantage of having a CVI.
He turned on the cool water of the shower. It was close to three AM, but anyway, he knew that he could not fall asleep again, ans plus he had a meeting with Da’an and Sandoval at seven this morning.
Boone took off what rested of his clothes and stepped under the water jet. He let his back against the cold surface of the ceraimc wall and closed his eyes, letting the water awake him slowly. He hated to sleep now, and he would not if, inevitably, this nightmare came back all nights. The dying form of Da’an lying on the ground flashed before his eyes and he could not stop the flashbacks that soon followed. How he hated his CVI in those moments.
He should see Belman about this nightmare. It was on the edge to become completly unbearable. There was maybe a problem with his implant, after all the technique that had been employed for modify his CVI had never been tested before and, since it was completly alien to mankind, all possibles consequences were remaining unknown.
His gloabal sbeeped somewhere in the house. He just had time to exit the shower and put on some clothes. He finally managed to turn on the screen and Sandoval cold, emotionless face appeared on it.
‘Ah @#%$!’ he thought. ‘This one really never sleeps!’
“Yes Sandoval?” he answered automatically, even if he was not completly able to hide the impatience and the tireness in his voice.
“I awake you Commander?” asked Sandoval, his little smirk floating on the lips.
“Sandoval, at three hours on a Sunday morning, I, contrarely to you as it seems, do as all Humans do: I sleep,” he snapped back, maybe too dryly.
“Commander Boone, are you well?” questionned his fellow implant, frowning in disaprouval.
Boone shook the head, realizing his mistake a little too late, “Look Sandoval, I’m sorry. I’m just… doing weird dreams.” He managed to get the look on his face calm and emotionless as a nearly perfect mirror of Sandoval’s. “So, what’s happening?”
Sandoval looked sufficiently satisfied, or enough for stop asking questions. “We have had a security alert in one of our laboratories in Maryland. Da’an and Zo’or want to see us at the Washington Embassy immediatly.” His superior did not cut the line right after that, so that Boone was forced to give him the assurance he was waiting for.
“I’m coming,” he said, in the mecanic voice he had more and more often the habit to use both with Doors and with the Companions.
He received a nod. “Very well. The Captain Marquette will be at your place in ten minutes.” His boos cut definatly the contact this time. Boone sighed and suddenly an odd question popped up in his mind: Did Taelons sleep?
Edited by: Jehanne at: 3/4/01 9:19:16 am
| reme
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(2/27/01 6:52:51 pm)
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Good Jeanne. did you really leave the sphere for good. I am not going there much these days but then out new baby horse has been born. She is precious and we are sooo proud of her. i still read your fics and Duchess and Seven's and Aestraes that is about it.
| Seven ONine
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(2/27/01 10:05:50 pm)
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Fantastic! (Are you planning to leave the Sphere permanently?)
Reme: Awwwwww, what's she like?
| Kelana
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(2/28/01 3:37:47 am)
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Hi,
I liked it. Poor Boone, with those nightmares...
| Jehanne
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(2/28/01 4:54:46 am)
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Seven and Reme: Yes, I'm leaving permanently. I don't feel good there anymore, don't know why. 
Fogot to say it, this takes place right after the episode 'Law and Order' and it can seems very weird and unlinked now, but all get explained in the next part.
| cimiKC
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(2/28/01 6:18:05 am)
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Poor Boone!
I want to see his face when he meets Da'an...
| Yvory 
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(2/28/01 11:10:14 am)
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Well! I always love your stories. Your ideas are great. I am curious how Da'an will change.
 
Can't help it.
Kiwi
| Seven ONine
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(2/28/01 12:03:37 pm)
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Jeanne: Yeah, sometimes smaller boards can feel more comfy. Well, it seems that a fair number will remain reading here...
| Jehanne
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(3/4/01 9:20:51 am)
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DA’AN
The Taelon out everything back in its original place in the lab and easily destroyed every fragments of synthetized DNA. His new human capacities had, fortunatly, still not appeared in their more evident forms. They were, for the moment, limited only to more materialistic perceptions, a new way to see everything simply. His taelon senses were nothing but the vast result of all his psychics perceptions all put together. As each living beings had a mine or less powerful energy signature, he could difference the person he frequented in this way. But his now human part was so extremely different, was so far away from that: while being completly Taelon, he could perceive only their aura and their vague silouhette, but now he understood fully all the possibilities that the human bodies could offer them. He could understand what it was to be a Human, or partly. But he was now sure of what Ma’el had said about the Humans being the ‘perfect match’.
Da’an leaned over a keyboard, still continuing to let his thoughts wander freed of any barriers in his mind. He was more and more surprised by the way, now more individualistic, even sometimes independent, that his thoughts were now travelling through. He had never felt this impression before, a feeling of such a power, of such a freedom… The freedon and the power that the humans exerced on themselves, on their bodies and their minds both.
Now, he only needed to do his best for hide this kind of thoughts away from the curious seeking of the Commonality. His condition would then be revealed to all his fellows much more rapidly than what he wished it to be.
Da’an could not sustain himself with these illusions, the other Synod members would enough soon learn what actions he had commited. The only hope he could possibly have now was that if he placed them in front of the simple fact, than the consequences would be less hard.
His white face was enlightened by a wide smile: he was alone with himself for the first time and free to do and think what he wanted without need to ask the Synod first. The Captain Marquette had been right, it was so much more… different to be alone with his own thoughts. But he now needed to turn his attention away from this new exploration of his newly discovered free mind and concentrate on the task he had to perform, destroy all evidences of his experiment.
With the slight touches of his fingertips, he brought before him, on the screen, the self-destruction programm. He had already placed some bubbles of energy containing unstable energy plasma that would suffice to blow up the whole facility. The access in this section of the laboratory was forbidden to human staff until the early morning: no injured, no evidence, no witness. He meticulously set the self-destruction parameters. This facility depended of their Embassy in Washington, then the security breach would be detected there in only some minutes. He gave himself the time to return the Embassy via interdimentional portal, the time for agent Sandoval to come at the Embassy and announce him that they had detected a security alert in one of their labs, the time to prepare a security team for visit the place… About twenty minutes, is Sandoval was sufficiently effective, in not they would miss the explosion.
All evidences would be destroyed instantly, the lab itself included. The only proof were now in his personal files and no one had the password for enter but him. Da’an had anticipated all the possibilities, there was not much chances for that the Synod immediatly doubted his participation in this.
In a sense, he used the liberation movement, which terrorist actions had been revealed some months ago by its leader Jonathan Doors. This other attempt against taelon facilities would be attribuated to them easily, since no one was here to say the contrary. But he needed to be careful with Boone, even if he had a great trust in this man, his implant was programmed for make him obey all commend the Synod might order him. Plus, Boone had more than once proved that he could be more efficient than Sandoval in certain situations.
Da’an forced himself to stop preoccupating and pushed resolutly the key that would activate the self-destrution in twenty minutes, before hurrying toward the interdimentioal portal that would bring him back at the Embassy.
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The room re-formed around Da’an, for reveal the chamber where all portals which conducted in the taelon Embassy led. A great part of it was still to be done, even if the worst was now behind him. He made his way through the secret passages in the walls of the building for return his chamber without being seen by the staff. It was just when he finally reached the tranquility of his private quarters that he felt the nervosity that held his mind realease itself slowly.
Da’an had done what Zo’or was always accusing him to do. He had sacrificed the Synod’s trust, possibly his position as North American Companion and his high rank in the taelon hierarchy – maybe even his life – for the possibility of a total alliance between the Taelon and the Human people. He had thought he would find in his mind a feeling of guilt… But no, on the contrary, he felt proud of what he had done. Perhaps because it was the first individual action he had taken in his whole long life.
The Companion heard Sandoval’s footsteps in the passage ans smiled, his plan was perfectly working. A light knock on the door. “Enter,” he said in a polite tone, but where he added maybe just a little something of impatience, making the Agent sure that he had disturbed his Companion.
Sandoval stepped in the room, his face covered by the emotionless mask that seemed to never leave him. The Human was not giving any signs that he had been awoken in the dead of the night. Da’an saluted him, respectfully bowing his head and offering the Agent the taelon salute. He waited for Sandoval to return it and then reclined in his chai, waiting for any explanations the Human might have to give him. “I’m sorry to distrub you at such a hour Da’an, but a security breach has been detected in one of our lab in the Maryland and you-…”
The taelon gently interrupted him with a gesture of his hand before speaking himself. “And I had asked you to keep me informed if such was the case. Thank you Agent Sandoval. Call Commander Boone and Captain Marquette and form a security team for go investigate that breach immediatly.” Sandoval nodded respectfully and Da’an knew he was still waiting for more orders. The Taelon jumped down from his chair and stepped toward his subordinate. “Much experiments have been done in this facility, much experiments, that your fellows would find choking if they came to learn of their existence. The Synod want to keep this as secret as possible. As I am the responsible of all actions intented in this laboratory, I hope to have a detailed report of the present situation.” The implant nodded and left for good this time.
Da’an smiled delightfully, all was going exactly as he had hoped it to. Quickly wiping away the smile from his face and putting on the seriousful Companion mask, he followed Sandoval out toward his audience chamber.
| Yvory
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(3/4/01 9:49:50 am)
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Wonderful!
How he will feel, when he laughs for the first time?
MORE!
I said that before didn't I?
Kiwi
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