"D'Argo you're an idiot" complained the Kalish his golden skin and fiery red hair covered with dust and dirt, with quick movements he managed to fire several shots out his pulse rifle before ducking behind the wall again as several shots flew pass him
"I resent that" D'Argo snapped back, he too barely managing to fire several shots out of his pulse pistols before ducking again
"Which part that you were so stupid to listen to that Hynerian or that we got caught" D'Argo's companion yelled back between shots
"First we aren't caught yet…" he responded as he dabbled with one of his pulse pistols, the weapon started to give out a low beeping sound he threw it where their attackers were "…and second run!" he yelled as an explosion rocked the ground
Crichton heard his companion yelling but the he couldn't quite make out the sounds, his ears ringing from the explosion. Running between small alleyways, their weapons drawn, the duo managed to outrun their pursuers. Crichton felt his muscles in his legs cramp as he finally paused needing a breather.
"You modified your blaster into a grenade? Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
"Gideon my friend have you ever met my mother?" Crichton replied between gasps
Gideon shook his head "Can't say I had the pleasure"
Crichton chuckled "We need to hurry up" he added "Before they find us again"
"Good point"
Both Crichton and Gideon had traveled to a small moon located in one of the inner solar systems. On the moon a former Peacekeeper laboratory that had developed several vaccines against several diseases. The Ex-Peacekeepers would have shared the medicine and probably insisted on a large sum, so he and Gideon simply stole the medical research.
The facility itself they managed to leave in tact, aside for a few holes in the walls. It took them half an hour wandering through a small forest to reach the Transport Pod, and another half an hour for the Pod to leave the atmosphere and to reach the Leviathan.
"Has your trip been successful young D'Argo?" the soothing voice of Pilot the pilot of Moya-the sentient starship or Leviathan, came over the comm.
"Well we are alive and we have the data so I would say that we did well"
The Pod flew into the small hangar bay, lodging itself back; the door opened allowing the two access to Moya. Moya had been formerly the ship which his parents flew some decades prior, of course it had become legendary, many myths, and rumors circling around it. Most revolved around an omnipotent Wormhole weapon that could wipe out the whole universe, some saying that an ancient race was using as a transport vehicle to transverse the stars others saying that John Crichton himself was still in command and had become a pirate. Of course most of these were utterly ridiculous. He himself had for a bigger part of his life lived on Moya and she had as much to do with piracy as meteor rocks with wormholes. Gideon departed saying that he needed to take a shower as D'Argo went to see Pilot.
"Do you wish for me to broadcast the material to the appropriate channels?" Pilot asked as D'Argo entered his den.
"Yup, how long is it going to take?" he inquired as he handed the data-pack to one of Pilots many hands
"Several minutes" Pilot replied "Starburst will follow in ten minutes please prepare" he added
"Sure thing any messages while we were away?"
"None"
He waved Pilot goodbye and went to his quarters. He found it oddly relaxing even soothing to wonder Moya's corridors, the beeping sounds of the maintenance units running around fixing and keeping Moya up and going, hearing the gentle humming that filled Moya's corridors that most people didn't realize was her heartbeat. The doors to his room opened and closed, he left his remaining pulse pistol on the small bed table as drooped on the bed. He kicked of his boots and continued to lay around, he was tired. His body began to relax his muscles still sore.
"Young D'Argo I have just picked up a distress message from a small freighter not far away" Pilots voice came over the comm. "they are requesting for immediate help"
"Starburst Pilot" D'Argo replied as he jumped off the bed "And step on it"
"Step on it?"
"It means hurry"
"One of your father's remarks?" Pilot inquired as D'Argo ran down the corridors to the observation deck
"Yup" he confirmed
Gideon tumbled right behind him as the starburst caused them both to trip. Both fell silent as they gazed upon a completely ravaged starship, its upper layer completely destroyed just as its back.
"Moya senses that there is still life within the wreckage"
"Can you pull it in?" Crichton asked
XXX
18 Years Ago
John Crichton lay in his bed half asleep; his arm placed gently around a small bundle, his whole body was turned towards it both in a protective and in a comforting manner. The bundle squirmed slightly causing John to adjust his arm. The warm covers slid of as he adjusted revealing that the commander was only in his undershirt and underpants. The bundle squirmed again making odd noises.
"Hey, hey what's wrong little D" he asked cooing the baby "You can't be hungry again, not even Rygel eats that much" he stroked his sons cheek with his finger getting his attention, the baby went still his blue eyes focusing on his fathers finger, his small hand barely enveloping the finger.
"Hey you got a strong grip" he said gently as he kissed the babies forehead getting more gurgling noises The baby continued to hold on as they both drifted to sleep.
XXX
Now, Pilots Den
Pilot with the help of the ship had managed to pull in the wreck although with some complications. The wreckage was completely ruined. All if its equipment was either destroyed or floating in space. Gideon had managed to find several pulse cartridges. Much to the dismay of both D'Argo and Gideon the ship seemed to have had a Scaaran crew, all were dead, except for a Scaaran female. Which was placed in the ships make-shift infirmary. Her limbs were tied to the bed of course. She didn't seem to be mortally wounded much to Gideon's disappointment.
"I'm telling you Pilot he's not normal" Gideon snapped ranting "I mean I would get it if she was attractive but she's a good foot taller then I am"
Pilot sighed "You know whose Young D'Argo's parents were what surprises you about his decision?"
"I'm quite sure that his mom and pop didn't fraternize with Scaaran's" Gideon replied as he sat down next to Pilots console
"You'd be surprised" Pilot added "My guess is that he wishes to know what happened with the Scaaran's vessel and since I'm incapable of identifying the weapons signature that leaves us with our Scaaran guest as our only witness"
"So he's just curious?"
"I have to say that me and Moya are also curious, the wreck indicates to have been a fully armed battle corvette"
"How the frell did a Scaaran battle corvette get so deep into Peacemaker territory?"
XXX
The Med bay
The Med bay had rarely been in use mostly due the fact that when Moya had been freed from captivity she lacked one. Over the past cycles however she had grown a small compartment that served as such. Currently occupied by D'Argo Sun-Crichton and a very irate Scaaran female.
"Release me I demanded it" the Scaaran female half yelled half ordered as Crichton stared at her, she had been demanding that the last ten minutes, he replied with his usual sarcasm
"You hurt?" he asked as she continued to pull at her restraints
"You will be hurt Peacekeeper unless you release me this instant"
"I'm not a Peacekeeper" he replied "What happened with your ship?"
"My ship…" the females reptilian features stretched as realization hit her "…you must free me we must flee"
"Why?" he asked
"The creature have you killed it?"
"What creature?"
"You fool you have damned us all" the Scaaran snapped "The beast will cripple this ship and fest upon this crew just as it had done too mine ship and then you'll know true terror"
"Okay back up a second what are talking about?"
His question was greeted with silence.
XXX
18 years ago
Once again, as it had been in the last couple of months, the voice of the infant D'Argo was echoing across Moya his screams causing most of the occupants including the parents splitting headaches.
"Why can't you be quiet for me like your father?" Aeryn inquired as she picked up the baby carrying it around in her arms for what seemed to be hundredth time this night.
The father in question was firmly sleeping in bed. She wasn't quite sure but he seemed to be snoring she really couldn't make it out in between the crying. Her mother didn't have that problem with her. On the other hand her mother left her when she was young killed her father and tried to kill her a few cycles ago.
"You need to sing" came the groggy reply from her husband
"Sing?"
"Or hum"
She shot him a glare, he having his back turned to her was immune. For a moment she considered take her pulse riffle to her husbands head but decided against it. John sat up leaning against the back of the bed.
"Here let me show you" he said as he took the baby from her cradling the infant in his arms as she had done moments ago. He cleared his voice, she refrained from chuckling.
"Hush little baby don't say a word
Papa's going to buy you a mocking bird
And if that mocking don't sing
Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring
And if that ring don't shine
Papa's going to buy you a looking glass…"
Aeryn watched amazed as D'Argo stopped screeching on the top of his lungs and fell silent resting his head against his father's chest. John's voice went quieter until it lowered itself to a whisper. She rested his head against his shoulder her eyelids closing.
"Hey" he whispered
"Hm"
"Take him" he whispered back
"Why he looks fine to me" She felt her husband sigh "Just one question though"
"What about the song? It was an old nursery rhyme from Earth"
"Yes I figured, but what's a Mockingbird?"
XXX
Now
"Pilot is there any other life form besides us on Moya?" D'Argo asked over the comm. He was walking back and forth, by the med bay.
"Moya's senses only you, Gideon, the Scaaran…" there was a moment of silence "…that's odd there is an anomaly in the lover tiers in one of the cargo bays"
"What does it look like?"
"A…spider" Pilots voice came over the comm.
tbc