1 Gilda (working title)
Usual dedication, usual disclaimer…
Waffly bit: Enough of angst. Life's too short…but…well…I've always wondered what would happen if…nah shan't spoil the surprise. I'll say only this…imagine an old acquaintance of Moya's occupants reappears and causes…an outbreak of harsh language? Bloodshed probably! So, in one universe, this is what happened…
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Prologue: The Human Is Bored
Crichton wandered along Moya's corridors. He was bored. No one wanted to come out to play.
He'd tried to talk to Aeryn but she had been busy in the workshop and more disinclined than usual to discuss what she was doing. His normally safe 'hey' had been met with "I'm busy, go bother someone else" and her tone had indicated that he would be wise to leave it at that. He'd been given a similar response when he interrupted D'Argo in his chamber. He hadn't come across Rygel so far and he wasn't sure he was desperate enough to search out the Hynerian for company.
He shuffled past the laundry and saw Chiana creating chaos inside. She was tossing clothes into the air and letting them fall in a pickle around her. He went up to her.
"Chi, what are you doing? That's all Aeryn's clean stuff you're throwing on the floor."
They both surveyed the clothes scattered at their feet.
"What? Oh. Yes. I know. I wondered if one of my things had got mixed up with hers but it doesn't look like it. I've already gone through Jools stuff." She pointed to a similar heap on the other side of the laundry.
"Chiana! That's my stuff. What's gotten into you? You better sort this mess out before someone else catches you, like Aeryn. She'll get violent if she sees this."
"Yeah, yeah. I suppose so."
Chiana glared around her. She knelt down and began to haphazardly refold the clothes.
"Aren't you going to help me" she asked.
"No Chiana. This is your mess. You tidy it up and you fold my stuff real neat now. Okay?"
Crichton left her to it. He continued his amble around Moya's various tiers. He was so unbelievably bored. He was also plagued by the thought that it'd be his birthday very soon and there'd be nothing to do but watch more space drift by. No beer, no pizza, no party. The others seemed quite content. All of them were totally absorbed in whatever it was they were doing. Even Jools had been walking round looking particularly chipper recently. He needed to have some fun.
"I want to party!" he cried to the walls. "I want to get drunk. I want to get laid."
A DRD came round the corner towards him, stopped, spun round and scurried back the way it had just appeared.
"I want to eat and drink and have a good time with my friends." He was shouting now. "Is that too much to ask? This year, just for a change, I'd like to wake up feeling wrecked because I'd had a frellin' good time the night before." Not because some local alien had decided to use him as that week's punch bag. He'd also like Aeryn to be beside him in bed but that seemed even less likely than beer and pizza at the moment.
He shook his head and went looking for Jools. Jools was always willing to talk. She didn't seem as self sufficient as the others and none of them bothered with her very much. He suspected she was quite lonely. He decided that if her uncharacteristic cheerfulness got too much for him he could always take FS1 out one more time.
He walked into Command to see if Pilot knew where she was. Jools was stood at the main console talking with Pilot. They stopped as he walked over to them.
"Ah Commander. I was about to call you. Moya has identified a commerce planet near by. We have been able to ascertain that they would be likely to have the correct size of amnexis cable seals we need. I would be grateful if you would acquire them for us."
"Of course Pilot. Happy to." He comm'd the others. "Hey you guys, there's a commerce planet coming up. Who fancies a change of scene?"
To be continued
Usual dedication, usual disclaimer…
Waffly bit: Enough of angst. Life's too short…but…well…I've always wondered what would happen if…nah shan't spoil the surprise. I'll say only this…imagine an old acquaintance of Moya's occupants reappears and causes…an outbreak of harsh language? Bloodshed probably! So, in one universe, this is what happened…
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Prologue: The Human Is Bored
Crichton wandered along Moya's corridors. He was bored. No one wanted to come out to play.
He'd tried to talk to Aeryn but she had been busy in the workshop and more disinclined than usual to discuss what she was doing. His normally safe 'hey' had been met with "I'm busy, go bother someone else" and her tone had indicated that he would be wise to leave it at that. He'd been given a similar response when he interrupted D'Argo in his chamber. He hadn't come across Rygel so far and he wasn't sure he was desperate enough to search out the Hynerian for company.
He shuffled past the laundry and saw Chiana creating chaos inside. She was tossing clothes into the air and letting them fall in a pickle around her. He went up to her.
"Chi, what are you doing? That's all Aeryn's clean stuff you're throwing on the floor."
They both surveyed the clothes scattered at their feet.
"What? Oh. Yes. I know. I wondered if one of my things had got mixed up with hers but it doesn't look like it. I've already gone through Jools stuff." She pointed to a similar heap on the other side of the laundry.
"Chiana! That's my stuff. What's gotten into you? You better sort this mess out before someone else catches you, like Aeryn. She'll get violent if she sees this."
"Yeah, yeah. I suppose so."
Chiana glared around her. She knelt down and began to haphazardly refold the clothes.
"Aren't you going to help me" she asked.
"No Chiana. This is your mess. You tidy it up and you fold my stuff real neat now. Okay?"
Crichton left her to it. He continued his amble around Moya's various tiers. He was so unbelievably bored. He was also plagued by the thought that it'd be his birthday very soon and there'd be nothing to do but watch more space drift by. No beer, no pizza, no party. The others seemed quite content. All of them were totally absorbed in whatever it was they were doing. Even Jools had been walking round looking particularly chipper recently. He needed to have some fun.
"I want to party!" he cried to the walls. "I want to get drunk. I want to get laid."
A DRD came round the corner towards him, stopped, spun round and scurried back the way it had just appeared.
"I want to eat and drink and have a good time with my friends." He was shouting now. "Is that too much to ask? This year, just for a change, I'd like to wake up feeling wrecked because I'd had a frellin' good time the night before." Not because some local alien had decided to use him as that week's punch bag. He'd also like Aeryn to be beside him in bed but that seemed even less likely than beer and pizza at the moment.
He shook his head and went looking for Jools. Jools was always willing to talk. She didn't seem as self sufficient as the others and none of them bothered with her very much. He suspected she was quite lonely. He decided that if her uncharacteristic cheerfulness got too much for him he could always take FS1 out one more time.
He walked into Command to see if Pilot knew where she was. Jools was stood at the main console talking with Pilot. They stopped as he walked over to them.
"Ah Commander. I was about to call you. Moya has identified a commerce planet near by. We have been able to ascertain that they would be likely to have the correct size of amnexis cable seals we need. I would be grateful if you would acquire them for us."
"Of course Pilot. Happy to." He comm'd the others. "Hey you guys, there's a commerce planet coming up. Who fancies a change of scene?"
To be continued