One Way Doorway (Part 3). . .

Leon

"Shooting the unconscious dragon female ain't going to win friends and influence people," I say slowly and softly as I come up besides. "And if you don't quit, you're working towards getting yourself shot in the f*ckin' back!"

. . .

Man! This is a strange position to be in, a peacemaker! Plan had been that I play the "mean heavy" while Roy Batty did the interrogation of that old man but . . . Then again, what about today has been normal?! Regular old fashioned roller coaster ride, its been! So now I'm playing a role that would be better suited so one of the others, preferably Roy since he's more of a combination of poet and warrior. A knight in shining armor! Me, I look like (let's be honest) like that guy who'd work on the knights armor: a blacksmith!

That or some kind of crude bar brawler, remorseless over deaths I cause with fists and weapons. I don't regret the deaths I was part of in reaching Earth. Ask a slave who revolts after too much when they fight for freedom! Go ahead and try to preach to them about love and peaceful answers to such difficult problems!! Go on, I dare you!!

. . .

Damnit, Roy'd be better for this job. Zhora would be better for this . . . But I'm it!! Roy and Pris are back . . . elsewhere/when, not even in the same universe! And Zhora? . . . Right now she's one of the one's pointing a gun at the group (small group!) aiming a gun at Chiana (who'd changed herself into a dragon to save MY ass, getting knocked out onto her from that . . . whatever magic bolt that hit her instead)!

Just me, playing peacekeeper!

. . .

Did I ever mention that I have something of a inferiority complex in some ways to the other Replicants? Comes from being only a class C mental rating. Oh, I'm on par with my human creators (who aren't slouches as "mere" humans go)--don't want to have idiots out there totting guns and loading plutonium like what those like me do--but I know that this just is NOT a good situation!

. . .

Started the day with plans. Plans that I and the other fellow desperate Replicants had hoped to . ..

Ah hell! You already know what we'd hoped! If it wasn't for these strange people I'd be dead one way or another! Tyrell hadn't a clue on extending Replicants lives!! Not a one! These outsiders had the answers, asking for nothing in return (and I and Roy hadn't . . .)

Shit, it's a hell of a thing living in fear! Really painful to live in fear, isn't it! Could tell you all about it. But that's how it is to be a slave. The future is sealed off, he grovels, he waits. Not even the little things!! Sex, reproduction, security, the simple things. But no way to satisfy them. To be homesick with no place to go. Potential with no way to use it. Lots of little oversights in the Nexus 6.

I tell you, nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch.

Shit, bet you good money that is something that . . that movie version of me said in the film, Bladerunner! Oh, that was fun, hearing my life was a film!! Some form of entertainment for the masses to thrill to as I and the others suffered and died, suffering some bad end!

Told by one of the elves that Phillip K. Dick's stories (who's novel Do Andriods Dream of Electric Sheep the movie was based upon) rarely HAD happy endings.

Frickin' great. . .

Note: Leon did say that line in the original script for Bladerunner, but it got cut. Shame, really!

. . .

And I'm ranting when I should be concentrating on the problem at hand!

Shit, Roy should be doing this . . . I mean he could see the way to resolve this . .

. . .

Or maybe I just had an idea. Who knows, maybe it's even true! These Champions haven't told us Replicants their life story (no time!) and everyt time they'd tried they'd gotten interrupted.

"Lord Fred, you're a dragonslayer," I say softly. "Trained to kill dragons, fine. But have you looked in the mirror lately? You're not exactly like you'd loked coming here, I'll bet."

I see the hair on the back of his neck actually bristle up (like that of an angry dog . . . not good!) before I rush on.

"I'm saying that there is a REAL possibility that at least she is as much of a victim as you," I say softly. "She might be the victim of magic that changed her somehow. Makes her a part time dragon or whatever?

"I mean . . . it's not like she's a regular dragon, eh?" I add, laughing a little bit nervously. "How many dragons out there can change into human form?"

Well, I'm betting that on THIS world it's not too many. Oh, in Eastern myths dragons did it a LOT, change into human form (even take human brides and sire children) but why muddy the issue. Besides, Oriental and Occidental dragons are...

Ah fuckit!

At least he's putting down the weapon, point it at the ground instead of the female dragon!

"You make good sense," the fox man finally says, slowly. "I . . . was hasty in my actions. And if nothing else, there is the old saying I've heard of 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'."

Good, glad to hear that!

...

Hm, that's not actually a bad saying! Fits my situation as well as the other Replicants...

B'Elanna

"And besides," I add to the mix. "We're going to need her in order to undo the things those who want the transformations undone, you know . . ."

As it turns out, things will prevent a lot of that, but at the time I hadn't figured on the Council of Wyrm's (or whatever) from moving so quickly!!

1. "Whazzat?" Chiana says blearily as she slowly wakes up. "Huh?"

Go Back