Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 17:25:50 -0400 (EDT) From: "Vincenti, Michelle" To: seaQuest fanfic list Subject: (SQFF) Prologue to "Good Soldiers" Message-id: Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Yes, it's another story by me...you guys are probably gonna want to kill me if I keep sending more stories, right? (Hey, I was bored this summer!) Okay, I wrote this shortly after watching "Good Soldiers" on SFC this summer :) The usual disclaimers apply, of course. Comments can be sent to me privately so we don't clutter up the list. Y'know, the usual stuff that comes before a story actually shows up on here... ********** Prologue to "Good Soldiers" by Michelle Vincenti July, 1997 It hurt. It hurt so much. He thought they were his friends, yet they held so many secrets. If they were his friends then how could they hurt his brother? Rachel had been right. Monotones were nothing but trouble. Yet something inside him wouldn't allow him to think that way of Lucas and Tim, not to mention the rest of the _seaQuest_ crew. Once Matthew's image had "broken up", Dagwood smashed the crystal. He knew he had to. The pain was too much. In this case, the evil strongly overpowered the good. How any good could come of that torture, he could never understand. He tenderly held the only reminder he had of his brother. He would not forget. He couldn't. For the sake of his race, he could never forget the atrocities committed on Banaba Island. He now understood what Rachel had meant in saying that the monotones were bad. He now saw beyond their singular exterior to the depths that lay below -- and it hurt. To know that Bridger and Ford, his _friends_ had the opportunity to change it, to stop it, yet they didn't. That knowledge hurt more than anything. The history of the world is full of such behavior. From the beginning of recorded history, perhaps even before, this has occurred. Yet Dagwood knew none of this. He was limited to what he saw directly in front of him. If we don't learn from history, we're doomed to repeat it. The UEO proved it true with their GELF experiments. History continues to prove this fact true, yet there have been few with the courage to step forward and challenge the sands of time. Dagwood could only hoe that someday, someone would have the courage to help right the wrongs committed toward his people. THE END copyright September, 1997 by Michelle Vincenti