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Celestial Destiny: A Beyond the Stars Season 2 Fanfic
Episode 1
By BxGamer15 and ChelleBlockTango
Disclaimer: We don’t own the rights to Beyond the Stars, we’re just two fans who are mad that we finally got Latinos in spaaaaace but they were canceled after one season.
He’d written it based on other fanfic disclaimers he’d read at the time. In the back of his mind, he’d worried that the studio who’d madeBeyond the Starswould sue them.
He remembered the day he and Michelle had decided to write this. How full of hope and possibility he’d been. Howmuch closer it had brought them, an activity full of inside jokes only shared between the two of them.
Except they’d never written the end. Just one more bit of unfinished business between them.
Gabe’s eyes traveled down the screen and over the first few lines.
Zack was working his shift at the Gardaron Port cantina when someone he didn’t recognize walked in.
Gabe smiled for the first time since Fabian’s phone call the day before, and settled in to read.
Celestial Destiny
A Beyond the Stars Season 2 Fanfic
Episode 1
By BxGamer15 and ChelleBlockTango
Disclaimer: We don’t own the rights to Beyond the Stars, we’re just two fans who are mad that we finally got Latinos in spaaaaace but they were canceled after one season.
Zack was working his shift at the Gardaron Port cantina when someone he didn’t recognize walked in.
This wasn’t unusual. Planet Gardaron was a tiny outpost on the Outer Rim, but everyone who landed here went through the port. Zack was used to strangers at the cantina. In fact, it was one of the reasons he’d come here. Gardaron Port was an easy place to disappear.
So it wasn’t strange that Zack didn’t recognize this person. What was strange was that he felt like he should.
He kept wiping the bar as he watched them approach from the corner of his eye. There was something about their height, the way they walked, that pinged his memory, but he couldn’t place them. So he waited for them to reach the bar before he lifted his head.
“What’ll you have?” he asked.
The person wore a dark visor over their eyes and a cloth mask over their nose and mouth. Their head was wrapped in a scarf. He thought they might be human, but couldn’t be sure. All Zack knew was that his instincts were on high alert.
“A Vika cooler,” the person replied, their voice slightly muffled.
Were his ears playing tricks on him, or was the voice familiar? Zack just nodded and moved down the bar to retrieve a chilled glass. As he got it, he slipped his go bag onto a crate that needed to be put in the storeroom. Then he poured citrus fizz and a splash of Vika liquor into the glass and passed it to the familiar stranger.
“Any idea how long the Gardarian mechanics take?” the stranger asked. “The ones closest to the port.”
“Not long,” Zack replied. “But you’ll want to check all your diagnostics before you take off. They’re notorious for unfinished business.”
“I know all about unfinished business,” the person muttered, and slapped some credits on the bar. They were Salazarin coins. Those plus the scar on the back of her—he knew it was her now—hand told Zack all he needed to know. He scooped up the credits, tossed them into the register. Ignoring the group of Remyrian traders at the end of the bar trying to get his attention, Zack hefted the crate—and his go bag—and headed for the back room.
As soon as he was out of sight of the bar, he ditched the crate, strapped on his backpack, and slipped on his own mask. The air quality on this planet wasn’t great, plus the mask helped disguise his identity. Pulling his hood over his head to cover his hair, which he’d let grow long while in hiding, he ducked out the back door and took off at a run.
Halfway down the alley behind the cantina, a stun shot hit the wallbeside his head and he veered off to the side. A quick glance over his shoulder told him what he already suspected: she was following him.
“Stop running away!” she shouted after him.
“Not a chance in Volcanor,” he muttered behind his mask, and ran harder. If he could just make it to the port’s main hub, he could catch a ride on the next ship—any ship—off planet. And then he’d find somewhere else to hide.
