It still wasn't over, even after all this time.
OGR still weren't done fucking the galaxy over and parading around the husks of people they'd stolen and destroyed. Ben wondered what hurt more, all the time he'd spent thinking he'd lost everyone he loved forever or seeing Maxx like this, an empty shell obsessed with serving the people they'd both loathed not so long ago.
He didn't even look like himself anymore. His hair was cropped short to keep it out of the way of the augments in his head, his long coat and stetson replaced with ugly black combat gear. They'd even swapped his laser revolver for a bullshit semi-automatic pistol.
As much as he wanted to fight, Ben didn't have the strength to resist as Maxx strapped him down to an operating table. If Maxx hadn't killed him yet, OGR must have wanted Ben alive. He got a sort of cold satisfaction out of the thought that they wouldn't get him. He could barely even keep himself breathing.
Maxx slipped his jacket and singlet off, revealing a collection of augments that looked similar to Ben's. He took out several rolls of short cables and started plugging them into himself and Ben.
"What are you doing?" Although this wasn't really Maxx anymore, part of him needed to hear his voice.
"Activating your adaptive augments. They'll help you survive in this time. They should have been activated before you were frozen, but I can probably repair the damage you've taken now."
Goddamn it, could he not just have something? What the fuck had he done to deserve all this bullshit? He supposed that this proved that his Maxx was gone for good, though. He'd been a fucking hopeless medic in life.
Ben's lungs started to feel itchy.
"How do you feel?" Maxx asked, looking up from a beeping handheld device.
"Fuck off," Ben spat.
"That's not a helpful answer, Eighty Three N."
"My name is Ben. You can shove your helpful answer up your arse." His stomach had started to churn uncomfortably. He hoped he'd throw up on Maxx.
Unaware, and probably uncaring, of Ben's discomfort, Maxx plugged plastic tubes into ports on his and Ben's arms. Dark blood started to flow along them and Maxx took a seat on a chair beside Ben's table, straight-backed and completely still.
Ben closed his eyes against a growing headache, hoping that he'd only make Maxx sick too.
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Time Traveler Part I (Feeling Like The World Forgot Me)
FanfictionFreedom fighter and undercover spy Ben is caught on a mission, experimented on, cryofrozen and forgotten about. He wakes to find everything he knew long gone, the luxury space station he'd been investigating now a patchwork city of outcasts, outlaws...
