Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve, Iris West, Althor and his slave
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: Steve and Hal are on a mission in the Outer Rim.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): September 13, 2007
Date Of Posting: May 19, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 793 + 859 + 1327 (Total: 2979)
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Of The House
THE STARS FLY BY
Conversation went smoothly as the stars slipped by the viewscreen, beautiful in their simple majesty. Hal and Iris were waxing enthusiastically over a club on Altair VI.
“The fountain is one of the most beautiful in the galaxy. Such wonderful rainbow colors! And the water from that fountain tastes purer and clearer than anything I’ve ever sampled, ” Iris said.
“It’s pumped in from a natural spring in the mountains. It’s more expensive then their alcoholic drinks!”
“People appreciate water in its purest form.”
“I guess that’s why some people become vegetarians and vegans, trying to stay pure.”
A light flashed on the console. Steve picked up the commpiece and listened. He flicked on the speakerphone.
“S.O.S., S.O.S…we request assistance…our engines are dead…please respond…”
Hal and Steve frowned, Hal mouthing, A Collective trick? But Iris shook her head.
“Jazzer Six, we read you. What are your coordinates?”
“1467.3, Javelin. Please come quickly.”
“Jazzer. Code for Jovaran,” Iris murmured.
“We’re on our way, Jazzer Six. ETA thirty minutes.”
“Thank you. Out.”
“Jovarans are a pleasant species. It’s doubtful they’ll cause trouble,” Iris said.
“Good.” Hal punched in the coordinates. “Are you sure it’s not a Collective trick?”
“Not one hundred percent, but it’s not really their style. They like to feint and parry with raids on outposts, not pirate single ships with fake distress calls.”
“That’s good to know,” Steve said as he banked the ship in the new direction.
“Looks like we’ll be delayed a little more,” Hal said.
“Barry might be upset at a later arrival date, but he’ll understand.” Iris watched as Steve performed another maneuver.
“Who’s Barry?” Hal asked.
“My boyfriend. Blond like you, Steve. He’s a police scientist in Central City.”
“That sounds cool.”
“He’s actually one of the best scientists in the city. His forensic work is top-notch.”
& & & & & &
Thirty minutes later they approached the distressed spaceship, Hal and Steve performing the docking maneuver. Iris went to the boarding hatch and greeted the new passengers.
“Thank you for your help.”
The Jovaran in front was tall, around six-foot-four, and angular. He was dressed in a silvery metallic-blue, the symbol of his House in the shape of a gold medallion. Skin the color of honey accented amethyst eyes as the Jovaran bowed.
“You’re most welcome, Lord…”
“…Althor, of the House of Jorelle.”
“Lord Althor,” Iris bowed in response.
The tall figure behind him was similarly dressed, but with a telling difference: while the sapphire beads entwined in Althor’s blond-streaked brown hair were noticeable as they jingled, closely matching the musical tone of the Jovaran’s voice, the figure was more liberally adorned, more beads and crystals draping his robes, a silver chain wrapped around a slender waist, a sapphire sparkling at the dangling end.
The face was completely Veiled, even the eyes hidden. Steve and Hal recognized the Veiling of a slave.
“I am sorry we have to inconvenience you.”
“No trouble at all, m’lord,” Steve said as he approached.
Althor bowed and Steve reciprocated. The Jovaran asked, “Is it possible to tow our ship? It’s valuable and belongs to the King.”
“We’ll give it a try, Lord Althor.”
“You’re in luck, m’lord. We have an empty cabin that you and your Ja’zel can share.”
“Excellent. I would hate to put anyone out.”
Iris led the Jovarans to the last available cabin.
“Hal, can we handle a tow?” asked Steve as he slid back into his seat.
“I think we can, though a tow is going to chew up more fuel than we planned on.”
Steve frowned. “That’s not good out here on the Rim.”
“Let’s change course to Cestus III. We can pick up some extra fuel and may even find an engineer to fix the Eagle.”
“The…? Oh, that’s the name of Althor’s ship?”
Hal nodded, a grin curving his lips. “Kind of ironic, isn’t it?” He winked. “’The Eagle has landed’.”
Steve burst out laughing. “Wonder what the Apollo astronauts would think of us today?”
“They’d be jealous as hell.” Hal’s fingers flew over the console. “Those grizzled old test pilots like Chuck Yaegar would give their eyeteeth for the chance to fly these babies.”
Steve grinned. “What would you sat to ol’ Chuck if you saw him?”
“I’d say thank you for being a pioneer, for being the coolest guy ever, for giving us all inspiration.”
“Wow, I love it when you get all serious.”
Hal grinned. “I love it when you love it, Stevie.”
“I love boy-on-boy love,” Iris said as she put her hands on both men’s chairs.
Hal and Steve exchanged smiles. Iris settled into her chair. “Do we have to pick up extra fuel?”
“Very savvy, Ambassador,” said Hal.
“Cestus III should be able to provide fuel.” Steve adjusted setting on the console.
“Didn’t Cestus III suffer a raid awhile ago?”
“Yes, by the Collective. Or at least it was thought it was them.”
Iris tapped her necklace. “Well, let’s hope all is well.” She glanced back at the aft of the ship. “I’d hate to see a member of the Jovaran Royal Family wind up as toast in our care.”
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