island universe 2065

2.22.2004

 
Conner stopped dead in his tracks, pausing not for any reason of his own, but rather because his entire body had been frozen in place by a stillbeam--the Chasma gang's weapon of choice. It was an utterly painless, but often humiliating form of capture. After another moment of staring at the same patch of desert, Conner saw the view undulate before him, and soon the sand was conquered by a dark, empty room.

"Okay," thought Conner, a smile appearing on his unfrozen lips. "Now we're getting somewhere."


"The idiot!" exclaimed Wuulan, to no one in particular. "Always playing Chasma's games. Just once I'd like to see what would happen if we were allowed time to think without Griffin pulling some damn fool stunt!" Conner had disappeared from the monitor; this did not please Rooheh. "Just forget it. We can't help him now. Focus on the southern woods."

"Sir," offered one of Wuulan's team, "I think I've found a camp in the southern woods."

Wuulan was at the officer's monitor in a single bound. His expression confirmed the officer's beliefs. "Excellent work, Limj. Let's get a team out there. And keep looking."


Turbos in stealth mode, a dozen officers rushed to the site Officer Limj had discovered. Knowing their opponent, they did not expect much, but it was always wise to take every precaution. They zeroed in on the spot, some speeding ahead to close a circle around the camp.


"Hello!" Conner called into the darkness around him. "Who is it this time? Hanrew? Poleem? Nandemet, he didn't send you again, did he?"

"I'm afraid not, Officer Griffin," replied a voice beyond sight. Slowly, the shadows gave way to a face, eyes shining in the darkness. "You won't get it that easy this time. We've met before, Officer. Do you remember?"

The dark features were difficult to make out, and being fully dressed in black, the gangster's body was practically invisible. But as Chasma's chosen henchmen drew closer to Conner, the officer realized he did indeed know her.

"Aydin," Conner said, his voice revealing all the shock he felt. "What are you doing here?"

"You do remember. I'm touched. And I think you know exactly what I'm doing here. I'm making sure you don't go anywhere else."

Conner swore under his breath. This was getting worse every minute.
galateia 22.2.04

1.26.2004

 
"Alright," said Commander Oma to a hushed room. "What have the rest of you found?"

"I'm missing a security log from two nights ago in one of the access tunnels," Meida Dainu offered. "About two hours wiped from the computer, with a clever little virus left behind to cover the tracks. Couldn't have found it unless I was looking."

"There's evidence of activity on the Western outskirts, sir," said Conner before Rooheh could speak.

"On the contrary, sir," retorted Rooheh, "I believe we should focus on the Southern woods. I doubt Chasma himself is there, but his operatives are surely taking advantage of the natural cover. Motion sensors report more than average activity." The Commander did not miss a look of condescension directed at Griffin.

"Follow every lead you have until you find something concrete, and be ready for dead ends," ordered Commander Oma. "Officer Dainu, find out everything you can about what happened in those two hours." Meida nodded. "Dr. Fin, whatever this is, fix it." A look of determination crossed Vean's grave face, and no one in the room doubted that he would. "All of you," continued the Commander, "every minute that goes by Chasma gets further ahead of us. We must catch him up. Get to work."

The officers left the room in a rush, and as the Commander departed, Vean turned back to his monitors, sighed, and went to work.


"Officer Griffin! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rooheh yelled at the back of a man shrugging on a field uniform.

"The Commander said to follow every lead, Rooheh, and I'm going to follow mine." Conner turned to look him in the eye.

"You're a fool, Griffin, if you think you're gonna find anything more than dust and sand out there."

"I don't need to find anything. I have a feeling it'll find me." Conner strode out of the room, and was gone.


The Western outskirts are where the low-lying grassy hills slowly give way to a sandy desert. No one lives there, and hardly anyone goes there, unless they don't want to be seen. Conner rode his turbo to the last green hill, then walked confidently into the wilderness.

In front of him Conner saw the disturbance he'd noticed in the intell room. Looked a whole lot like footprints to him. He headed toward the place without bothering to conceal his approach or even look to see if anyone was watching. He knew what game he was playing, and just as he got to the footprints he saw that he would not be dissapointed by his opponent.
galateia 26.1.04

1.25.2004

 
hey all! i know, i know. i don't post for months and now that i do, i post twice in the same day to make it all hard to read. ;) well, just remember, start after the next post date, when conner's going into headquarters, or nothing that follows will make sense. hope you like it and i really do plan on adding more soon!!!
galateia 25.1.04

 
Vean Fin strolled down the grey corridor to his office, greeting everyone he met by name, and stopping to chat every now and then. Finally, he reached his office door, waited for a moment while the knob read his fingerprints, and entered. He began the day like any other, greeting the many plants that sat atop the sundry machines and cabinets in the room.

"Good morning, Helen. You're looking well today," he said to a verigated hedera. "Simon, you really have grown!," to a spathiphyllum. One by one, every creature was saluted.

Eventually, Vean picked up the viles on his lab table and set to work. It was work only he truly understood, having personally invented most of the equipment buzzing and blinking around his office. His work is what you could call quality control mixed with vetrinary medicine. He made sure the harvest was being produced at full effieciency and that the microscopic virani who produced it were healthy and, in his own personal opinion, happy.

This made him perhaps the most powerful man on the planet, since the virani were the sole reason they were all here, but he thought nothing of that. Vean Fin's passion was for the welfare of all living things, and his only concern was allowing life to thrive. He loved his work, which allowed him to accomplish this goal in more ways than one.

And so as he went about the day's tasks, Vean spoke even to the tiny virani that were in his especial charge. "Hello, my unicellular friends! Let's just see how you're feeling today, shall we? Don't worry, now, this won't hurt a bit." As the machine whirred and clicked, Vean took a look at the previous day's harvest samples. Peering through his electron microscope, a puzzled look came over the scientist's face.

"That's interesting...," said Fin, beginning to get worried. He went quickly to the machine that was examining the virani, impatient for the results. When the screen finally lit up with data, even the plants could feel Vean's sinking emotion. "Oh, no...."


Meanwhile, Conner and Wuulan were getting along like oil and water. Rooheh was aggravated that the Commander thought he needed help from such a simple-minded action hero, and Griffin felt caged enough inside the intell room without having to share the incarceration with the one man he despised more than any in the universe.

"There, on the western outskirts." Conner pointed to one of the room's many monitors. The ground's been disturbed--looks like footprints."

"No," Wuulan replied. "There was a duststorm there a couple days ago. They change the terrain."

"No duststorm did that! Those are tracks!"

"Dammit, Griffin, it's my job to know the difference between dust and footprints, and I'm telling you, no one's been near that spot! If you'd paid any attention in recon training, you'd be able to recongize it too."

"Don't talk to me about reconnaissance, Rooheh. When's the last time you were outta this room when the action's going on, huh? You stay in here with your computers and tell everyone after the fact that you knew all along--"

"Excuse me, sirs, but Vean Fin has requested you report to his office immediately," said a junior officer upon entering the room. "Commander Oma is already there."

Conner rushed past the officer and out of the intell room nearly at a run. Wuulan gave his team a quick "Carry on," and followed.

Meida Dainu and a handful of others had already joined Vean and the Commander when Conner arrived, but the first face Conner looked to was his friend's. There he saw an expression unlike any he'd every seen on Vean Fin, and knew instantly that only something truly terrible could take all the joy out of the face of such an animated man.

"What's wrong?" Conner asked his friend. As Wuulan entered the room, Vean began to explain.

"During routine check-ups this morning, I found an anomaly in yesterday's harvest sample. Essentially, it's been rendered useless, at least to us. I haven't isolated the mechanism that did it, but whatever it is, it's killing the virani."
galateia 25.1.04

 
Conner burst through the front doors of headquarters and strided toward the briefing room. Vean followed behind him, taking time to make small talk with Ms. Cian at the front desk. Upon entering the meeting, he saw exactly what he'd expected. Conner was standing across from Commander Oma at the head of the table, demanding to know all the information he'd missed. Vean took a seat and smiled at the other senior officers scattered around the table. Some rolled their eyes. Griffin was so predictable.

Unable to contain his disdain for Conner's behavior any longer, Wuulan Rooheh spoke above the raised voices. "It was wine, Griffin. Chasma's got a taste for our particular vintage, as you know. We intercepted a shipment from that little weasel Kreika, and he told us everything. Didn't know just where the gang's hiding, or just what they're up to, but they're here, and there's dozens of 'em."

Conner shot Rooheh a look that was anything but grateful. He was always trying to make Conner look foolish. Before he could respond, the Commander chimed in.

"Thank you, Rooheh, for putting it so succinctly. Now if you'd take your team to the intell room and track down any trace of Chasma and his men, I'd like to know where they are by noon. Griffin, you go with them. Dainu, I want you to--"

The Commander was cut short by protests from both Conner and Wuulan.

"With all do respect, sir, my team is fully equipped..."

"Sir, don't you think I could be of more help in the field..."

"Officers!" Oma boomed, "I have given you your orders and I expect you to follow them, to the letter, without hesistation or argument. Noon." The men quieted. "Dainu," the Commander continued, "as I was saying, I want you to check out security around the base, and find out if there's been anything out of the ordinary in the past week." Meida nodded. "The rest of you, continue as normal and let me know if you find anything of interest. Dismissed."

The assembled officers rose and left the room, while Conner's and Wuulan's eyes stayed locked on the other's for a moment. "Well," said Rooheh, breaking the silence, "I guess you'd better come with me." They departed, as Vean did everything he could not to laugh.
galateia 25.1.04

3.21.2003

 
hey guys!! i'm so sorry i haven't posted anything for like weeks, but i promise i'm working on more of the story! thanks for hanging in there, and for your emails! meanwhile, yesterday's episode was SO COOL!!! and did you see the preview for next week? conner in a camo tank top? i can't wait!! as always, if you missed it, check out jason's site for the play-by-play. (my little plug--you're welcome jason!) have a great weekend everybody!!! ;)
galateia 21.3.03

2.16.2003

 
more to come soon!! in the meantime, please send me any story ideas you have or your own fanfic if you want. i'd be happy to post it and i'd love to get your input!! you can email me at gallymoo89@hotmail.com. thanks and keep reading!!! :D
galateia 16.2.03

 
The wind drifted slowly through the undergrowth of the woods, carrying the heavy, sweet scent of forest flowers and decaying leaves. It made its way to the garden of a small house near where the edge of the trees, and whispered onto the veranda where a lone man stood. Breathing a deep sigh, the man took in the fragrance of the woods and lingered over it for a moment, pondering how much he loved this planet and yet how sometimes he wished he were anywhere but here. Out of his reverie came a voice, calling him by name.

"Conner, forget about that girl and get yourself something to eat."

Startled, but quickly recognizing the voice, Conner replied, "Oh, Oublou. You always know just what to say."

Turning his back to the garden and the wood beyond, Conner caught sight of his good friend hovering in the doorway. Iojae Oublou had been his faithful companion since his school days, when the ceaseless taunts of older boys left Conner with no refuge but that little purple man. It was only with Oublou's guidance that Conner had discovered his true strength, and was able to come here, to this island of dreams that meant everything to them both, even though sometimes it seemed like a living nightmare.

Mieda Dainu was the source of most of Conner's worst nightmares, but also the most beautiful dream he had ever experienced. With her nymphal beauty and stunningly brilliant mind, she had pulled Conner into orbit around her, and for a brief moment he had thought it the greatest pleasure imaginable just to be near her. The moment passed all too quickly and Mieda cast him out of her life, only he still had to live with the stinging pain of seeing her nearly every day. He, despite all his powers of will, was still hopelessly in love, though she totally ignored him, seemingly oblivious to his existence.

"Oublou, how can she treat me this way?"

"Women remain a mystery to me as well, Conner. Best just to get over her."

"Easier said than done, my friend. Is that the door?" Their attention turned to the inside of the little house, where they could see the front door openning and the figure of a man coming through. "I guess I'll be going," said Oublou, and he was gone.

Into the house came Vean Fin, probably the closest friend Conner had made in his new home. He never felt the need to knock before coming in. "Conner, buddy!" Vean yelled, and rushed up to give his friend a violent hug. "Vean!" Conner managed to squeal while in the vice of the embrace. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just thought I'd stop by and say hi," he said as he made his way to Conner's stock of Baade wine. "That, and I thought you should know the Chasma gang's back in town. You got something to open this with?"

"What?" Conner yelled, ignoring Vean's question. "When did they get here? How?"

Vean struggled at the bottle and finally won, letting out a little grunt as the cap gave. "Got tired of Thaidio, I guess." He took a sip of the sweet liqour and made a satisfied noise. "Got in yesterday. We just picked up on it last night. Rumor is Melas'll be making his move on our harvest soon."

"Of course he will. Why else would he come at this time of year?"

"Well, we're working on that. We're not sure he's up to his same old tricks. Hey, but maybe we give him too much credit, huh?"

"No, Melas Chasma is more than just some petty thug. He could be up to something big."

"Exactly. That's exactly why the boss wants us all to come in for a briefing." A look of aggravation crossed Conner's face when he heard this, but he knew he had to go. He wanted to go. He hated Melas Chasma. His head just wasn't in it. He shook his head slightly as he looked up at his friend, sipping the bottle of wine.

"Today was my day off." He grabbed his uniform jacket and made for the door. Vean followed, polishing off the bottle and tossing it away.
galateia 16.2.03

 
hi everybody!! i've been watching iu2065 for years, and i love it so much i can't stand the wait between episodes!! so i decided to write some myself ;). i hope you all like them and come by and read them whenever you just can't wait another week for more iu!!!
galateia 16.2.03