Astronaut

By Robspace54

The characters, places and situations of FARSCAPE, are owned by The Jim Henson Company. This story places no claim of remuneration or ownership, nor do I make any attempt to infringe upon any rights of the owners or producers. Thank you for reading and reviews are much appreciated.

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Crichton and his strange words and ways confuses Aeryn more and more. Is he too different to be understood?

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Somewhere in the Uncharted Territories aboard an escaped Leviathan…

I looked at the stranger perched next to me. "Astronaut?" I asked him. He nodded, in such a normal way it brought me up short so I scowled.

"What?" he asked.

"You must be Sebacean. The way you look."

"Nope," Crichton answered. "Home-grown human; place called United States."

"Yes… you have that painted on your module." Another mystery about this hooman who had caused me so much trouble. United States? What is a State?

He smiled then saluted stiffly, his right hand held his temple. "United States of America. Land of Washington, Armstrong - both Neil and Louis - and Babe Ruth, plus about another 300 million others."

The Pleisar Regiment held five hundred. "Pretty large for a regiment."

He laughed. "Aeryn when you say stuff like that… uhm… it makes me sure I am a stranger in a strange land. Damn; a really strange land."

I poked his arm. "Astronaut?"

"From the Latin. Means star traveler." He looked around at Moya's ribs arching over Command. "Maybe it should be 'Leviathan-naut.' "

"Star traveler makes it sound like you travel on a star."

He pursed his lips. "Well, maybe traveling to a star."

I raised my eyebrows.

"What?" he said, watching me closely.

My turn to nod. "Your home star, uhm, world… this place you call Urp."

He sighed. "I sure hope I can get back there and it's called Earth Aeryn; pronounced Earth."

Since Crais had branded me irreversibly contaminated I was no longer a Peacekeeper. "And how might you do that? Find it?" Might as well encourage him for I had no home either.

"Gotta try, right?"

I stood up and started to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Pilot says my Prowler is leaking coolant. I should fix that." I swiveled to walk away then stopped. He was just as lost to his people as I was. "Care to help?"

He laughed. "Just ask my Chevy."

"Chevy – who is your Chevy?"

He laughed, long and hard. "Oh right – no Chevy's or DeLorean's."

"John when you talk like this it's all gibberish."

He arose from his perch. "Come on Aeryn, 'cause I do know my way around a wrench."

John Crichton was strange but no stranger than any other being. "So tell me hooman, just how were you going to travel on a star?"

That made him laugh once more.