Disclaimer: I do not own Farscape or anything related
Setting: Takes place on Moya sometime after "Natural Election"
Flora
Chapter 1
During her time on Moya, Sikozu typically found herself bored. There was no one she could hold a decent intellectual conversation with. It's not that the others weren't smart, with the exception of John Crichton, but they weren't on the same level as she was. Aeryn was smart, but she was a soldier. Science wasn't exactly her expertise. Then there was D'argo, the hard-headed and immature Luxan. He'd rather blow up something that he didn't understand than study it. She considered Chiana and Rygel simpleminded, only interested in material things. Because of this, she made sure to hide her belongings. Crichton was, well Crichton. And Noranti, she had an extremely high knowledge of the world, but lacked communication skills. Then there was Scorpius. He sought asylum, yet the crew felt it necessary to imprison him. He was the smartest of them all, and the most devious. Which is what she liked about him.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts she arrived at one of the lower tiers that Pilot designated as requiring maintenance. 'This is the first Leviathan I've been on and I can still do a better job at fixing it than people who've been here for cycles.' She thought to herself.
One of the power conduits had malfunctioned, an easy fix. She fumbled around through the wires until she spotted something strange. It looked like a grouping of wires with strange growths encompassing them. When she reached in to inspect the problem, something sharp scraped her hand. She jumped back and examined the wound. It was small and she healed fairly quickly, so she let it be and continued repairing the conduit.
Once she was finished with her work she informed Pilot of the repair and returned to the bridge to join her crew members. They were partaking in their usual conversations. Complaining about where to go, who to throw off the ship, where the next wormhole would show up. This kind of squabbling didn't usually bother her, but for some reason it was really starting to give her a headache. She excused herself from the group and headed down to the cell where Scorpius was. All that arguing had turned her headache into a full-blown migraine now, and her vision was becoming somewhat fuzzy.
When she got to the door outside of where Scorpius was being held, he greeted her in his usual way, a kind of half-smile half-sneer. She accepted the invitation and entered the room.
"Scorpius" She began, "How did you manage to not kill every single incompetent being on this ship? They're completely impossible to work with!"
"Determination", Scorpius responded coolly. "If they were dead, where would I get my wormhole information?"
To that she smiled. She admired his resolve.
"I just don't understand how you do it, I just had to go fix a stupid power conduit because no one else could be bothered to do it." She said with a sigh as she put her hands on the bars of the cell door.
Just then she felt as if all the wind was knocked out of her. Suddenly her head feels heavy, her breathing shallow. Scorpius looks at her with concern. He knows this isn't part of her usual flirty tactics. She goes to speak but collapses on the floor outside the cell door, just out of Scorpius' reach.