Falsus Amicus
Spoilers: Set in Season 4, before the Final Four, Rating: Uuuh, not going to get that bad, at the moment, G. Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape and probably never will... unless my evil plan to take over the world succeeds... Summary: Just a random tale in S4, gives a background to the lesser known species, Noranti.
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Veran paced the room quietly, he could feel the tension in the air, across the room stood two military figures - Lieutenant Dari and Officer Shal. They guarded the entrance to the room, not allowing him to leave, until their orders permitted him to.
The cool, metal door slid open, in walked the counterpart to Veran, Ambassador Jue approached Veran, extending an open hand in friendship, both clasped and tightened.
"Ambassador Veran, it appears your information is correct, please allow my apologies for keeping you in this room, but it was necessary to validate your information."
"Of course, Ambassador. Shall we continue with the Treaty?"
"Certainly, do not concern yourself now. Your world is safe."
Veran bowed his head slightly, together the two walked out of the room.
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Rygel was floating around Moya, food was number one in his mind at the moment, he had decided to investigate what concoctions Noranti was brewing in the centre chamber.
"Noranti!" Rygel bellowed as he floated in. As soon as he was in the centre chamber, Rygel became aware something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Noranti wasn't there.
Rygel panicked, he could feel the gnawing hunger in his three stomachs, the pain was increasing. The Hynerian activated his comm.
"Noranti! Where are you, for frell's sake?"
Instead of Noranti answering it was Crichton, who was standing behind him.
"Hey, little fella, Noranti ain't going to be doing your cooking for a while, she's gone into some sorta trance. Pilot suggests it maybe a hibernation cycle, God knows why she didn't tell us. Anyways, guess you better learn how to cook, huh, Buckwheat?"
All through this Rygel's eyes were getting wider, he looked as if he was about to faint. Crichton couldn't help chuckling at the panicky Hynerian.
"Hey, calm down. Ok?"
Crichton went to pat his head in a patronising way, but Rygel snapped at it, forcing him to quickly withdraw his hand.
"Hey! Watch it! Y'know, I was going to offer to cook, but seeing as you're being mean..."
Crichton walked off, humming.
Rygel floated slowly around the room, wondering what to do, when he came across a small bag. The nosey Hynerian opened it and peered inside, there lay a glinting jewel, it was enough to distract him from his hunger. He snurched the crystal and floated away, back to his quarters to examine it in closer detail.
Aeryn walked into the training part of one of the Maintenance Bays, the old mat was dusty, no one had come down here in a long time, not even the DRDs. Aeryn walked over to the mat and bent down to examine it, there was a small dried patch of blood. The memories came flashing back. John holding her as the blood whelmed up in her throat. If only Larraq had never come to Moya, the past three cycles may have been different, very different.
Out of the corner of her eye Aeryn saw something that disturbed her. Activating her comm. she called D'Argo.
"D'Argo, inform Pilot, we have an intruder."
Walking carefully over to it, concern filled her. There before her, were two footprints, breaking the even layer of dust.
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Veran was in his quarters, or his cell. Although the Treaty was signed, and had been transmitted to the Avdena government, Veran knew that Jue wouldn't let him go for a while, it was one of the risks he undertook when he accepted the job appointed to him.
Veran wandered over to a desk, there was a small crystalline figure, he picked it up, it was warm to the touch. The stature was a beautifully detailed figure of a female Arccollan, the long billowing hair was blowing past her face but her fine tail remained firm, snaking up to her shoulders. She wore a loose tunic, the belt holding a scabbard and that, in turn, holding a sword, the handle pointed out of the scabbard. The statue was clear, not reflecting the true colours of the Arccolla, the beautiful, illustrious, deep, black. The white, stark eyes, with only a pinprick black pupil.
The Avdenian sighed and wandered over to the bed, it was a simple affair, a small roll to support the head and a thin blanket for comfort. Obviously Jue had not researched into the Avdenian's sleep cycle. He walked over to the door and opened it. The same two guards as earlier stood outside.
"May we help you, Ambassador?" Lieutenant Dari's voice had an edge of tension to it.
"Yes, I require a container of sorts. Preferably with no holes."
Dari looked confused, but she did not question the Avdenian.
"Certainly. Shal?"
The Officer nodded and walked off. She quickly returned with a round bowl, and held it up for approval.
"Will this be sufficient, Ambassador?"
"Yes. Thank you."
He accepted the bowl and retreated back into his quarters. He placed the bowl on the desk, next to the figure. He shimmered and then melted down, using his strength of mind he held his form together and slowly slid up the desk and into the bowl, he released himself gladly. Even though he had no physical eyes, his liquid form allowed him to see of sorts, the echolocation bounced off the room, showing him an almost complete picture. His last image was of the Arccollan statue staring down at him.
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"Aeryn, are certain it's intruders, I mean, those footprints could have been made by me, D'Argo, you, Sikozu, Chiana, Jool, Noranti, even Scorpius!"
"They could not have been made by Jool, she left. These footprints are fresh, there is no new dust. You have not been down here, nor has D'Argo, and I know I haven't."
"Well, what about Chi and Sputnik?"
"Chiana swears she hasn't been down here, besides the footprints are too big for her and Sikozu."
"Noranti and Scorpius?"
"Crichton, you don't understand, these footprints have been made within the arn. Sikozu has been with Scorpius, and Noranti is hibernating."
"You're serious then? Someone's aboard? How did they get here?"
"I don't know. There is even any leading ones off the mat. Just two footprints."
Crichton called in his comm.
"Pilot, it looks like there is an intruder aboard, could you send the DRDs down to have a look?"
"Certainly, Commander."
John looked back at Aeryn. Last time the two stood here, her face was stony and uninviting, this time, she was craving to let someone in. She reached out with her hand to touch John's face. He stopped it and shook his head.
"No. Scorpius."
Aeryn sighed, a painful sigh. She pulled her hand free and walked slowly out of the Bay. Crichton stood there, now on his own, his eyes following the Sebacean figure, which had lost so much of it's militaristic tension.
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Noranti was collapsed on the bed in her quarters, without her raucous snoring, she could have been mistaken for dead.
Rygel opened the doors, made sure she hadn't woken and floated in. He was looking for more jewels, that crystal he had obtained from the centre chamber certainly looked valuable enough, he hadn't examined it yet, he was being greedy and wanted more before their value was ascertained.
Spying her meagre belongings in the corner, he went over to them and started rooting around, determined to find something. He got lucky, shoving his tiny hand into a bundle of herbs, it struck something hard.
"Argh!" Rygel cried in pain, but in was apparent momentarily, when it had faded, Rygel stuck his hand in again, but more careful this time. He felt the hard object and pulled it out, it came out with force and shot into the air and fell onto his lap. Gazing down, Rygel saw an almost perfect statue of an alien species. He picked up the crystal figure and held it up, it glinted off the light in Noranti's quarters. Looking around guiltily, Rygel shoved the figure into his clothes and floated out of the room. Down Moya's corridors and to his own quarters. The crystal lay on his bed, sparkling. With a smug grin, Rygel put the crystal statute down my the chunk of crystal and begin examining them for flaws.
He looked intently at the lump of crystal, initially it seemed nothing special, until he looked in the centre, it shimmered, and a bowl appeared, it was full of liquid, however, it was almost concealed by lines streaking across. Rygel dropped the crystal in shock. Poking it, he decided it wasn't dangerous, but he didn't pick it up again, instead, he picked up the statue, it was a female, a beautiful female, she had long billowing hair, it hung down loose, she had a tail, which remained limp, the tip reaching the point where her feet ended. She wore a loose tunic, the belt holding a scabbard and that, in turn, holding a sword, the handle pointed out of the scabbard.
Rygel looked intently into the eyes. They were deep. All-seeing.
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Chiana crawled in Moya's access shafts, her sharp eyes searching for intruders, ahead of her were two DRDs scuttling along, their green lights flashing in front, to detect anything that could be possibly invisible.
"Crichton, why the frell am I doing this? Where is Rygel?"
"Because, Chi, we can't find Rygel and he's not answering his comm's."
"Frell him. When he does reappear..."
"Yeah, Chi, I'll slug him good."
The Nebari crawled on though the access shafts, muttering curses under her breath. Thoughts going through her mind to what she would do to the Hynerian Dominar once this task was done.
The DRDs in front of her suddenly started beeping and squeaking manically, and reversing back into Chi.
"Ow! Watch it!"
But the DRDs did not stop, they carried on reversing, forcing Chi to press herself against the wall of the access shaft as the two DRDs scuttled past.
"Chiana!" Pilot's voice came over the comm. "Get out of the shaft now!"
"Pilot? What's wrong?"
"Leave the shaft now, Chiana!"
Chiana heeded his words and ran, bent double, out of the tunnel. It followed.
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Spoilers: Set in Season 4, before the Final Four, Rating: Uuuh, not going to get that bad, at the moment, G. Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape and probably never will... unless my evil plan to take over the world succeeds... Summary: Just a random tale in S4, gives a background to the lesser known species, Noranti.
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Veran paced the room quietly, he could feel the tension in the air, across the room stood two military figures - Lieutenant Dari and Officer Shal. They guarded the entrance to the room, not allowing him to leave, until their orders permitted him to.
The cool, metal door slid open, in walked the counterpart to Veran, Ambassador Jue approached Veran, extending an open hand in friendship, both clasped and tightened.
"Ambassador Veran, it appears your information is correct, please allow my apologies for keeping you in this room, but it was necessary to validate your information."
"Of course, Ambassador. Shall we continue with the Treaty?"
"Certainly, do not concern yourself now. Your world is safe."
Veran bowed his head slightly, together the two walked out of the room.
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Rygel was floating around Moya, food was number one in his mind at the moment, he had decided to investigate what concoctions Noranti was brewing in the centre chamber.
"Noranti!" Rygel bellowed as he floated in. As soon as he was in the centre chamber, Rygel became aware something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Noranti wasn't there.
Rygel panicked, he could feel the gnawing hunger in his three stomachs, the pain was increasing. The Hynerian activated his comm.
"Noranti! Where are you, for frell's sake?"
Instead of Noranti answering it was Crichton, who was standing behind him.
"Hey, little fella, Noranti ain't going to be doing your cooking for a while, she's gone into some sorta trance. Pilot suggests it maybe a hibernation cycle, God knows why she didn't tell us. Anyways, guess you better learn how to cook, huh, Buckwheat?"
All through this Rygel's eyes were getting wider, he looked as if he was about to faint. Crichton couldn't help chuckling at the panicky Hynerian.
"Hey, calm down. Ok?"
Crichton went to pat his head in a patronising way, but Rygel snapped at it, forcing him to quickly withdraw his hand.
"Hey! Watch it! Y'know, I was going to offer to cook, but seeing as you're being mean..."
Crichton walked off, humming.
Rygel floated slowly around the room, wondering what to do, when he came across a small bag. The nosey Hynerian opened it and peered inside, there lay a glinting jewel, it was enough to distract him from his hunger. He snurched the crystal and floated away, back to his quarters to examine it in closer detail.
Aeryn walked into the training part of one of the Maintenance Bays, the old mat was dusty, no one had come down here in a long time, not even the DRDs. Aeryn walked over to the mat and bent down to examine it, there was a small dried patch of blood. The memories came flashing back. John holding her as the blood whelmed up in her throat. If only Larraq had never come to Moya, the past three cycles may have been different, very different.
Out of the corner of her eye Aeryn saw something that disturbed her. Activating her comm. she called D'Argo.
"D'Argo, inform Pilot, we have an intruder."
Walking carefully over to it, concern filled her. There before her, were two footprints, breaking the even layer of dust.
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Veran was in his quarters, or his cell. Although the Treaty was signed, and had been transmitted to the Avdena government, Veran knew that Jue wouldn't let him go for a while, it was one of the risks he undertook when he accepted the job appointed to him.
Veran wandered over to a desk, there was a small crystalline figure, he picked it up, it was warm to the touch. The stature was a beautifully detailed figure of a female Arccollan, the long billowing hair was blowing past her face but her fine tail remained firm, snaking up to her shoulders. She wore a loose tunic, the belt holding a scabbard and that, in turn, holding a sword, the handle pointed out of the scabbard. The statue was clear, not reflecting the true colours of the Arccolla, the beautiful, illustrious, deep, black. The white, stark eyes, with only a pinprick black pupil.
The Avdenian sighed and wandered over to the bed, it was a simple affair, a small roll to support the head and a thin blanket for comfort. Obviously Jue had not researched into the Avdenian's sleep cycle. He walked over to the door and opened it. The same two guards as earlier stood outside.
"May we help you, Ambassador?" Lieutenant Dari's voice had an edge of tension to it.
"Yes, I require a container of sorts. Preferably with no holes."
Dari looked confused, but she did not question the Avdenian.
"Certainly. Shal?"
The Officer nodded and walked off. She quickly returned with a round bowl, and held it up for approval.
"Will this be sufficient, Ambassador?"
"Yes. Thank you."
He accepted the bowl and retreated back into his quarters. He placed the bowl on the desk, next to the figure. He shimmered and then melted down, using his strength of mind he held his form together and slowly slid up the desk and into the bowl, he released himself gladly. Even though he had no physical eyes, his liquid form allowed him to see of sorts, the echolocation bounced off the room, showing him an almost complete picture. His last image was of the Arccollan statue staring down at him.
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"Aeryn, are certain it's intruders, I mean, those footprints could have been made by me, D'Argo, you, Sikozu, Chiana, Jool, Noranti, even Scorpius!"
"They could not have been made by Jool, she left. These footprints are fresh, there is no new dust. You have not been down here, nor has D'Argo, and I know I haven't."
"Well, what about Chi and Sputnik?"
"Chiana swears she hasn't been down here, besides the footprints are too big for her and Sikozu."
"Noranti and Scorpius?"
"Crichton, you don't understand, these footprints have been made within the arn. Sikozu has been with Scorpius, and Noranti is hibernating."
"You're serious then? Someone's aboard? How did they get here?"
"I don't know. There is even any leading ones off the mat. Just two footprints."
Crichton called in his comm.
"Pilot, it looks like there is an intruder aboard, could you send the DRDs down to have a look?"
"Certainly, Commander."
John looked back at Aeryn. Last time the two stood here, her face was stony and uninviting, this time, she was craving to let someone in. She reached out with her hand to touch John's face. He stopped it and shook his head.
"No. Scorpius."
Aeryn sighed, a painful sigh. She pulled her hand free and walked slowly out of the Bay. Crichton stood there, now on his own, his eyes following the Sebacean figure, which had lost so much of it's militaristic tension.
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Noranti was collapsed on the bed in her quarters, without her raucous snoring, she could have been mistaken for dead.
Rygel opened the doors, made sure she hadn't woken and floated in. He was looking for more jewels, that crystal he had obtained from the centre chamber certainly looked valuable enough, he hadn't examined it yet, he was being greedy and wanted more before their value was ascertained.
Spying her meagre belongings in the corner, he went over to them and started rooting around, determined to find something. He got lucky, shoving his tiny hand into a bundle of herbs, it struck something hard.
"Argh!" Rygel cried in pain, but in was apparent momentarily, when it had faded, Rygel stuck his hand in again, but more careful this time. He felt the hard object and pulled it out, it came out with force and shot into the air and fell onto his lap. Gazing down, Rygel saw an almost perfect statue of an alien species. He picked up the crystal figure and held it up, it glinted off the light in Noranti's quarters. Looking around guiltily, Rygel shoved the figure into his clothes and floated out of the room. Down Moya's corridors and to his own quarters. The crystal lay on his bed, sparkling. With a smug grin, Rygel put the crystal statute down my the chunk of crystal and begin examining them for flaws.
He looked intently at the lump of crystal, initially it seemed nothing special, until he looked in the centre, it shimmered, and a bowl appeared, it was full of liquid, however, it was almost concealed by lines streaking across. Rygel dropped the crystal in shock. Poking it, he decided it wasn't dangerous, but he didn't pick it up again, instead, he picked up the statue, it was a female, a beautiful female, she had long billowing hair, it hung down loose, she had a tail, which remained limp, the tip reaching the point where her feet ended. She wore a loose tunic, the belt holding a scabbard and that, in turn, holding a sword, the handle pointed out of the scabbard.
Rygel looked intently into the eyes. They were deep. All-seeing.
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Chiana crawled in Moya's access shafts, her sharp eyes searching for intruders, ahead of her were two DRDs scuttling along, their green lights flashing in front, to detect anything that could be possibly invisible.
"Crichton, why the frell am I doing this? Where is Rygel?"
"Because, Chi, we can't find Rygel and he's not answering his comm's."
"Frell him. When he does reappear..."
"Yeah, Chi, I'll slug him good."
The Nebari crawled on though the access shafts, muttering curses under her breath. Thoughts going through her mind to what she would do to the Hynerian Dominar once this task was done.
The DRDs in front of her suddenly started beeping and squeaking manically, and reversing back into Chi.
"Ow! Watch it!"
But the DRDs did not stop, they carried on reversing, forcing Chi to press herself against the wall of the access shaft as the two DRDs scuttled past.
"Chiana!" Pilot's voice came over the comm. "Get out of the shaft now!"
"Pilot? What's wrong?"
"Leave the shaft now, Chiana!"
Chiana heeded his words and ran, bent double, out of the tunnel. It followed.
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