The Usual Suspect
Rated G
Spoilers etc: You know when…. Actually, maybe you don't, this is set during Fractures. Slightly AU.
Not mine, not for profit. Everything belongs to Rygel. Everything.
Black T, Green T? Black T, Green T?
John stood in the docking bay of Moya, hoping from foot to foot and grinning like an over-emotional schoolboy. Aeryn was back! Yay! They may not have heard from the transport regarding who exactly was aboard, but he knew, he just KNEW, she had to aboard. His mind could countenance no other possibilities.
The transport pod's hatch opened and the stairs descended. The tension in the docking bay was unbearable. They had not seen or heard from their crewmates in monens. Who had come back, and in what state? Other than Aeryn, of course. Just a few more microts now till he saw Aeryn again!
After a short pause Rygel floated down from the pod and hovered in front of John. 'Hello Crichton,' the slug said, his voice sounding uncharacteristically sympathetic. Something didn't seem quite right. A frown began to intrude on John's silly grin. The Dominar floated on past Crichton.
Crichton waited for the next person to descend the ladder.
And waited.
Frowning now, John turned, to see Rygel making , no, sneaking, his way past D'Argo. If a thronesled could be said to sneak.
'Sparky!' Crichton called. 'Where is everybody else?'
Rygel half turned and let out a long, loud helium fart. He gave a nervous half grin.
'Ah, you see, there was an accident. Yes, an accident. A terrible, terrible accident. Sacrifices had to be made.'
'Rygel?'
'The others, well, they didn't make it.'
'What!' shouted D'Argo and Crichton together.
At which moment Rygel bolted past D'Argo and made for the corridor.
'Sparky!' Crichton bellowed, chasing after him. 'What the frell did you do!'
Rygel's rapidly departing voice carried back towards his pursuers. 'I'm Dominar Rygel the 16th! I don't need to talk to you!'
End….(?)