Stars of A Common Place

[RandallBoggs]

Hello everyone!
Hi Joy ^_^
I told ya I'd be doing a crossover fic with Ty and Randall! And here it is! I'm going to try to do it the best I can. And will try to make the plot different than Joy's.

Anyhow. Enjoy ^_^

Stars
Of a
Common
Place

Log 1: The Fall of an Angel
Location: Louisiana Swamps
Time: 9:03 a.m. 2004

“Three years? Three years of being in this place. Three years of hiding in murky waters and scampering into moist logs. Three years of scampering up trees and snatching owls, evading hunters. Three years of slowly catching fish and biting into them even as they flailed still alive. Three years of living in a desolate waste land. A place filled with pain, misery, restlessness, anger, danger, and all those other things I don’t go into detail about. Everyday living life like an animal. Like something that hid deep in the ground. A once proud monster, now put within a primal state of mind.
Three years. It could have bee eternity and I wouldn’t have known the difference”.
*
After spending three years in the swamps, he still hasn’t grown use to it. He did, however, adapt the best he could. Feeding on birds and fish, snatching what he could from gardens. Stealing from meat vans when he could. He gathered scraps of what he could to make a home, or rather, a shelter. He made it deep in the swamps so nobody would find it. Made out of deteriotating cardboard pieces, a few cinderblocks, sheets of metal from outside houses, a few cut milk bottles, and bubble wrap.
*
Randall had managed to fix a broken couch to sleep on. It was more like a V than a straight line, but he grew use to it. He was there now, laying on the couch with his hands together, all of them. He didn’t look like himself. Those few that knew him well could see the change in the monster’s overall look. Starting from his lower body….
His tail had been altered. Instead of usual blue scaling, it was dark, like the color had been rubbed away. His tail’s tip had several small cuts, making it look almost like a spiral. Anytime Randall swung his tail, it would either curl or shakingly obey. His feet were blistered on all, one with a deep cut, two with simple cut wounds, one foot with groves made from the rocks outside. All covered in moss and damp by the swamp water. His stomach was the least damaged of the others, having only a few long and sort scars that didn’t go in deep. But it wasn’t the outside that hurt Randall. Everyday, he could feel the hunger pains grabbing at every scale. His liver felt like it had been chewed up and spat out like un-chewed steak. Speaking of which, he hadn’t eaten in four days. He felt his kidneys were on fire when he tried catching prey. He had to come back to his “home” to rest up, not over doing himself, which led to an empty stomach. Randall was unsure if they would break, he was actually wondering what was taking it so long.
He let his hands fall to his sides, his head turning to look left. His chest was one of the battered parts. Slices across his chest, stab wounds at soft places. He was unsure if he hand broken ribs, three perhaps. He couldn’t tell. All he could feel was pain. One thing that seemed lucky is that nothing aimed at his heart….

[RandallBoggs]

His arms were bruised and had recovered from breaking bones. His knuckles had been smashed by a broken log and the falling of windows. The cuts on them didn’t help much with the movement either. His neck had been striked at, but more by pressure. Once he remember having a thin steal rope around it, the ring of it around his neck.
He turned his head back to look at the ceiling, his face the most featured. His lips had been cut by sharp talons of the birds and the spiky backs of fish. His hidden teeth, once pearl white, were a gray color, several cracks and moss pieces. He was lucky he didn’t lose any. His cheek scales were bruised, having been hit often, slightly darker, containing possibly broken veins. Leading past his now closed eyes, his fronds were cut at the base and had carving marks on the middle and top.
One of his now notable features, was a long scar that ran down his fore head. It started from the base of his first frond ending down between his eyes. It was the deepest of the marks, Randall swore that it seemed to be close to breathing a whole in the upper ceiling of his mouth. It was this one scar that Randall hated the most. He had gotten it when the shovel lady and used the sharp end into his skull. It hardly had healed over the past three years. Not only did it put headaches into the heart attack department, but it also took something very important and cherished by him.
A gift he had harbored and trained with for twelve years. The gift his brother showed him how to use and control. The gift that got him his career. The gift that made him unique. Made him special. Made him…a freak. Thanks to this scar, blending would be considered impossible to do. He had lost the one thing that would have made getting home easy. The one thing that would make living easier in his apparent nightmare. He growled as a swarm of pain shifted down his battered spine, forcing him to open his eyes.
His once clear emerald eyes were now a dark version of their former color. Randall was unsure whether they were dilated, he hadn’t seen himself for as long as he could remember. His eyes no longer wanted anyone to see the emerald they once were. They didn’t want anyone to see who Randall really was, because as far as they were concerned, no one cared.
His life was gone. Randall didn’t think of it as living. He went so far as to say he wasn’t even alive. Just a creature cheating death. He was unsure why he kept on. He came to the conclusion that he would never get home ,that he would never leave this nightmare.
Why was he still living? Why would you cheat death if your life is meaningless. Why continue? There’s nothing to look forward to, no escape, no goals. For the past three years, Randall had been contemplating on his ventures. Never giving up. Always striving for a way to get home. But no. He stayed. He had been chasing a phantom. Chasing a Mon-made desire. He may had been able to get to a door in the first year, but now it was impossible. As the need for food and water grew, and the growing difficulty of it all, time for doors was rare. Finding one with a Scarer was also pulling the chances below zero.
Why? Why was he doing this? He had nothing to live for. No purpose. He could never find his family. The one thing in his life that probably kept him going. But he now forced himself to accept that they were dead. Why didn’t they come for him? Surely someone had noticed he was gone. No doubt in papers….and….obituaries.. But no. They didn’t come. They never came. If they loved him, why didn’t they come?
Randal got up, ignoring the rush of pain in his body. Pain had become a companion. Randall felt it, knew the consequences. But now yelling about it had left him. Not that he could shout anyway. Why did he deserve this? Why ask? Nobody cared. Nothing would change if he wasn’t born, if he wasn’t around anymore.
Getting on all eight, he limped out, heading to the deep water pit of the swamp where he caught most of his fish. Getting to his feet near the murky edge, Randall stared at the gruesome reflection, but looked away. He never wanted to see himself like this. He didn’t want to see himself at all. Not see himself as a disfigured monster.
But then again, he didn’t have to worry. He did the best he could, but it wasn’t good enough. He had a good run. Why go against the wishes of everyone? They would want him dead.
“(What’s the point….)” he thought.
He drew out his arms, holding them as best he could outward, and leaned out. He fell into the deep brown green waters, his body slowly fading from anyone would could see. No one was.


Ty and Buzz are up in the next chapter ^_^

[Ranger Parsec]

I like it so far, Sean! Very nice characterization of Randall and involving his deepest thoughts and feelings at this time. ^_^ Poor Randall. Hopefully things'll get better for him soon.

[RandallBoggs]

Yep they will ^_^

Actually I've come up with something interesting....
Lets just say....
I'll give you a preview.
Next chapter has Buzz and Ty heading to Old Earth. Seems Star Command had found an unknown energy signature. When they arrive, they find something that seems useless but......
End there ^_^

[Ranger Parsec]

Cool. Can't wait to read it!

[RandallBoggs]

*sigh*
Just need time...

[Ranger Parsec]

*nods* Yeah, well, no hurry really. I just meant I was looking forward to it.

[RandallBoggs]

Hope you like it.
I tried to be as good as I can with Ty and Buzz. And Zurg too, hoping to make him funnier ^_^

[Beboots]

Hmmm... Not bad, so far. THe beggining sounds a bit similar to my "Still Waiting To Wake Up" fic, but since it's going to be a crossover, I won't hold that against you, since it's obviously going to turn out differently.

Some of your sentences are a bit difficult to understand, none more so than this one: "His liver felt like it had been chewed up and spat out like un-chewed steak."

...?

If it's chewed, how can it be un-chewed? I would replace the last part with something like "a particularly tough piece of gristle" or something similar.

And please don't take my critisism badly; I frequently chop my friends writing into little pieces. They usually don't like it at the moment, but later on they almost always thank me (mostly when they get their English marks back). So, again, sorry if I sounded harsh. ;

[RandallBoggs]

Huh?
I wasn't even thinking about that fic, or any other one when I was making it....

Well....you know that sometimes a piece of meat could be hard when dried, so you can't chew it good.....that's what I meant, I see no problem with it...

Harsh na.
But I do want leantcy ( : since I do have a Creative Writing class this year.

But I do respect that your a critiquer.

[RandallBoggs]

Alright next chapter!
Sorry. Ran's not in this one. I THINK he MIGHT come back in the end of the next chapter.
Anyway. This one is mainly my first try at Buzz Lightyear and Ty Parsec's character. Joy say's I've done pretty well so I hope you enjoy ^_^
Also.....enjoy the....slight "background plot" in this chapter about "Old Earth". OH! And the times you see....they're important ^_^
Enjoy....

Chapter 2 The Boy of Rangers
Location: Ship 46
Time: 8:03 P.M. 3086

“Ranger Log 26….ranger Ty Parsec recording…”.
“Commander Nebula has sent me and Buzz to Old Earth….I like Buzz don’t know much about Old Earth and I’m sure that Buzz knows little more than I do……I guess that humans had lost the first one and moved to Capital City….We honestly thought there was nothing left on the planet…I had to agree….but we were wrong….”.
“Anyway….Star Command detected a flux of energy from Old Earth….so we came here to find it….no doubt Buzz decided to take lead because he thinks Zurg will be after it…..hmph….Buzz always takes the lead and suspects Zurg…..I sometimes wonder if he thinks of anything else in his life….”.
*
Ty took his hand off the large oval button on the thin metal plate, the screen in it’s middle showing a green dimmed version of the ranger and the scene of the space outside through the windows. Ty Parsec. A young but able young man. Though not really a man, he did look much like one. A thin, agilic body, hair that was at parts light and dark brown. His eyes looked large than normal, but proved to be an interesting feature of his. He was suited in a purple and green suit, as was the normal type for any ranger. Ty Parsec had more in his head than he did in his external features.
Ty got to his feet, placing the log between two books he had set on the shelf of his cabin. Stretching from having to sit down for nearly twenty minutes. He started for the door, grabbing something as he went out. The door slid open with little recoil, letting the Ranger get out into the hall, starting for the richardpit.
*
Already in the captain seat of the richardpit was perhaps the most famous of Rangers today. Buzz Lightyear.
A very broad man. Buzz sported a rather large, almost trademark, space suit. Large and oval at the top like and astronaut. Almost cybertronic leggings, white, a black slit marking the waist, A large oval with switches for communication and the jet pack concealed in the back of the suit. Around his neck was a soft purple material that didn’t scratch the throat. Buzz himself was, as said, broad. Perhaps a strong man one would think. His face was stern and commanding, yet hid a cheery voice behind it. He was a just Ranger, one who would fight the good fight. Though with some faults….
It took Buzz a focused look on the reflection on the richardpit glass before he saw Ty in it. The chair spun around, letting him see his companion face to face.
“Ah…Ty….I was getting worried….thought you said you were getting the data cards for Old Earth….” Buzz said, worry in his throat. Ty rolled his eyes, coming over. He held out his left hand, which grasped two green computer-like chips, about the size of boards for computers, though compact.
Buzz took them, a slight smirk on his face. “Ah why should I worry….”. Ty thought exactly that as he took the second seat, spinning around to face the thick glass front of the richardpit.
“Commander Nebula doesn’t think that….” Ty mumbled, getting Buzz to give him a long glare the ranger didn’t notice. He sighed, placing the chips in. As soon as he ha, the glass front was overshadowed by a green hologram orb, a blue blinking indicator slowly moving toward it.
“We’re coming to the planet any second now…” Buzz announced, keeping the screen on while he adjusted for Earth’s atmosphere layers. Ty, in the mean time, looked over the screen.
Old Earth. He wasn’t born there, nor came from it. But he was sure Buzz had some thought about going to it. Not only was Star Command in charge of disposing evil and keeping peace, it was also the pioneer ship that founded Capital Planet so long ago. What a time it was….
Ty watched as the hologram shut off, the onboard computer having copied the data. Buzz took the second chip, placing it in. Where the planet once was came up a flat overhead view of the surface. A blinking gold dot saw around elevated territory. “There it is” Buzz commented. Ty watched, reminding himself why Buzz was doing this…..
*

[RandallBoggs]

*
Location: Old Earth
Time: 8:25 P.M 3086

After a rather rough landing, Buzz had scratched the front of Star Cruiser 42 by hitting it into a deteriorating tree. “Well uhh….the deterioration had made it soft….” Buzz started explaining to Ty while he walked down the Cruiser’s walkway. The ground felt solid as Buzz stepped on it, more so than it should. Ty stepped beside him, instantly feeling a slight chill.
“Boy….why’s it so cold?” Ty asked, looking to Buzz, who was already scanning with his armlet. “I don’t know….” Buzz started, looking to the sky in an instant, then back to the scanner. “There’s no sun….guess that’s why it feels like an ice cube…”. Ty shook his head, hands rubbing arms. “It’s part of the job Ty….sometimes it’s not so warm or….wow it is cold…” Buzz said, rubbing his arms.
Shivering to and extent, they trudged on. Buzz leading the way, as always, with Ty behind him, again, like always. Old Earth didn’t once look like this. It wasn’t Capital Planet, but it was home. Green as far as the eye could see. Everyone trying to balance nature with the growing industry. At least that’s what scholars and elders say. But right now….
It was a barren land. The ground was dark brown dirt, sprouts being rare. Rocky shagged spires had risen from the ground, much of the world now unshaved and rough. Life was nothing here. Most of the wild life had been transported to Capital Planet. A few however….
Ty held an arm to his mouth as he saw a heavily dusted skeleton peeking out of the ground. The place was like a desert, but coated in a thin layer of cold that touched anything breathing….
They came to a heavily spired area, about fifteen of all sizes about. Buzz stopped at the “entrance” of the collection, closing his scanner armlet. “I’m really starting to wonder how anything lived here….” Ty said, commenting on the earlier sight.
“Well it’s around here somewhere….” Buzz stated, listening for any indication. Ty waited a moment. Nothing. “Uh….Buzz….I don’t hear anything…see anything for that matter….”. Buzz moved out of his stance, looking back. “Sorry ‘bout that…it’s just seeing this…place…you know…brings back memories…I…don’t have…” he said, swinging an arm. “Uh….but this is your first time here right?”. “Oh I know…I know it just….worries me you know…”.
Buzz turned, heading into the spire fest. “Worried?” Ty questioned, following.
*
Location: Spire Fest
Time: 8:39 P.M. 3086

“Wow…”. “Wonder how a blast like this would look in Zurg’s palace a Ty?”.
The two rangers came to the center of a spire fest, now standing on the rim of a large stalactite bowl hole. It looked as if a meteor had impacted the planet a very long time ago….
Buzz flipped open his arm scanner again, a smile appearing across his face. “It’s at the center of that crater….better bring the mining tool…”. Ty nodded, the two turning around and heading back to the starship.
Little did they know of pairs of yellow eyes peering at the rangers from behind a spire, a steel object in the owner’s hands.
*
(BBBRRSSSSHHHHH….TTTTTTSSSSSHHHH!!!)
Rocks and dust blew off from every direction as it blew from the new hole being made in the crater center. Buzz had brought out a tool they would need for the recovery. A 4-26 DIG mining tool. It was a large object. It’s bottom a long wide drill, the center hooked into a steel platform, with which the operators stood on directing the controls. The platform and hover vents for movement, as well as the force shield for protection when mining made it ideal for such tasks.
Ty switched the machine off, carefully noting not to go too deep, as not to disturb the still dormant lava in the planet’s core. After a few rocks pasted, Ty shut the shield off, him and Buzz surrounding by dirt rock. By checked his armlet one last time. Flipping it closed, he went over to the East wall.
“Mind if I do the honors?” Buzz asked, directing the wall. Ty nodded. “(You always do Buzz….)” he thought.
Buzz twisted some switches on his wrist laser and fired a beam through the wall. Ty knew what he did. It was a new feature for the laser. This setting set a heavy enforced deterioration of plant life, not material or living organisms. A few seconds, and a hole had been made. Buzz reached in, the hole large enough for his arms. Ty moved to his side, eagerly awaiting the discovery.
Buzz jerked his arms slightly, Ty hearing a crack in the hole. Slowly, Buzz let the object be known.


Hope you enjoyed it ^_^
Oh! Good news. I DO have a pic of what they find ^_^

[Ranger Parsec]

Again, I commend you on your wonderful characterization of Ty and Buzz. Considering the fact you haven't seen any of the episodes of BLofSC, I'm impressed with how well you captured their personalities. Very well-done.

Oh, and congrats on being the first person (besides myself) to include Ty in ANY type of fan fic! I'm excited to see someone else's take on him - especially in a Randall crossover fic. Twice the coolness factor! ;D I've read every BLofSC fan fic ever posted (no joke) and have only seen him mentioned twice, so this is a very interesting change.

I'm looking forward to reading more!

[RandallBoggs]

Thanks ^_^

I'm glad to hear that from you Joy ;D

[lizardgirl]

Really, Joy? That's completely unfair- even if Ty has only been in a few episodes, he's still a really great character and deserves the same amount of respect that the others in Team Lightyear recieve.