Well, well.
Rygel never expected to ever set foot on another Leviathan again.
But here he was.
On the run, just like he always was.
Peacekeeper beacons were everywhere, and Hyneria too far away.
This was all Crichton's fault.
He and his blasted wormholes.
Rygel sat on his levitating throne, leaving a fighting Chiana and Sikozu behind, and zooming past various hallways and corridors.
This old Leviathan was dying.
It's bones were visible through the rotting flesh of the ship.
It was very much like Moya, but also different.
Even now, as Rygel searched for Pilot's Den, he got lost.
Instead, he found a estranged Crichton, writing strange symbols upon a doorway.
The human whistled a strange tune, which Rygel had never heard before.
A DRD sat beside him, humming the same strange tune.
Rygel laughed for a microt, before realising that the DRD was only encouraging Crichton's madness, which wasn't a good thing.
Crichton missed Aeryn. Rygel knew that for sure.
He knew that the human was focusing on his wormholes to forget, if only for a little while, about Aeryn.
Focusing on one obsession to forget the other.
Rygel shook his head and turned the other way.
At first he wanted to turn right, which lead him to the lower tiers of the Leviathan, but a unusual smell coming from the lower tiers made the Hynerian almost vomit, and so he decided to go into the opposite direction.
Ryel heard raised voices coming from the chambers in front of him, and he saw Chiana leaving a chamber.
She walked right past the Hynerian.
Rygel was back to being ignored.
Well, that's at least better then being shot at or being poisoned, or being hunted down.
Or being yelled at.
Being ignored was just another day in his life.
On Moya, or on any Leviathan.
Moya.
She had been his home for nearly 300 cycles.
It was only three of those years in which he wasn't a prisoner to the Peacekeepers.
Only three years.
It already seemed an eternity.
Another lifetime even.
Rygel followed Chiana, hoping to talk to her, but as he found her lying silently on her bed, crying, he didn't want to disturb her.
Or let her know that he saw her like that.
Rygel knew that she was having a hard time away from Moya.
Just like he was.
He saw her cursing at the ceiling and throwing things at the walls.
Rygel found it best to let her cool down for a bit, before she would channel her anger towards him.
She was probably angered by that girl.
Sikozu.
It didn't surprise Rygel.
Sikozu was probably angering all of them.
That frelling, arrogant, tralk.
Rygel didn't trust her.
Suddenly a DRD appeared as Rygel turned another corridor.
It was the DRD who accompanied Crichton.
Crichton had even painted the little machine with strange symbols.
'1812'
Rygel didn't know what it meant.
As the DRD started to play that annoying tune again as it drove past, Rygel rolled his eyes and headed for his quarters.
"You are all frelling fahrbot!" he barked at the walls.
The DRD's song faded away as it headed for the neural cluster.