Victim chapter 1Victim: At Least I'm not the Villain
Chapter One: Sore
Ty closed his small gym locker, slung a towel over his shoulder and stepped into the Star Command fitness center. It had been two weeks since the wirewolf fiasco and the demise of Nos-4-A2, and he still ached from it. Ty stepped towards the stretching mat, dropped the towel and reached for his tennis shoes. His calves pulled when his hands were a foot above the floor. Wow. He needed to stretch more often. Last time he had a serious work out was before the incident on Canis Lunas. Man, that sounded so long ago.
He straightened up. Well, the wirewolf nightmare was over. Ty reached for his toes and a ranger came up beside him and copied his position, except his hands brushed the tops of his shoes.
"Stretching in front of the mirror before weight training," the man said. "Just like the Academy days, huh?"
Ty knew the voice by heart and he sighed. Buzz had mellowed out with regard to references to rescues since the death of Nos-4-A2, an
Victim Chapter 2Victim: At Least I'm not the Villain
Chapter Two: Out
Ty lay in a heavy metal suit on the table in the physical therapy ward. The suit was what all the physical therapists were using these days: a gentle hum, calm electrical current and the muscles were forced to relax. The therapist didn't even stay in the same room. She had put Ty in the suit, turned it on and declared she would be back in an hour.
Ty counted the ceiling tiles and hummed the ditty floating around inside his head. He glanced at the clock: fifteen minutes more.
When he had handed the Dr. Gorak's note to Commander Nebula, he had been laughed at by the rangers standing around. Well, not laughed at, per say, but smiled at with shifty eyes that seemed to ask: "Is he serious? How weak can he be?" Ty probably should have given Nebula the note in his office instead of the command deck.
"Come on," Ty groaned under his breath as he stared at the clock. "Move faster!"
His first mission was in an hour. It was traffic duty, but at
Victim Chapter 3Chapter Three: Rescue
The first connection repaired between Ty and reality was pain. A pounding between his temples like a pool ball in a sock hitting his eyes from behind again and again. Beneath the pain, a cold pressure railed against the lower half of his face and some of it was forced down his aching throat. Slowly, the sound in Ty's ears registered. A wind tunnel's roar and behind that, male voices, one frantic and young, the other gruff and loud. He coughed against the forceful air and sat up reflexively, causing Blayne who had been crouched over him to fall back.
They were on the floor of star cruiser thirteen. The ship was stationary, no one available to fly it. Ty tore off the breathing mask and looked around, stunned and trying to understand what had just happened. He was wearing his ranger suit, but the helmet had been forced open just enough to reveal his face and get an air mask over his nose and mouth.
The muscles in Ty's stomach and back were not prepared for his sudden
Victim Chapter 4Chapter Four: Discovery
Ty climbed down the ladder onto the starship dock back at Star Command and saw four LGMs and Commander Nebula himself standing near the base, waiting for him like he were the crown prince of Tangea. He dismounted the final rung and rolled his shoulders back, walking with as much confidence as his aching joints would allow. The welcome party was indeed for him, and for the purpose he had expected.
Commander Nebula lay his hand on Ty's shoulder. "Let's get you to the laboratory," he said as they walked. The LGMs stayed behind until Buzz exited the star cruiser and flocked around him as he ran to catch up with Ty and the commander.
"If Ty's gonna be in the lab, I'd like to be there with him," Buzz told Commander Nebula.
The commander shrugged. "Fine by me, Buzz. Though I hope there won't be much to see."
"I'm sure there won't be," Ty added, feigning confidence. "I'm probably just allergic to something." Never mind that allergies don't cause electronics to lose powe