Title- FarScape Two
Author- KitsuneSkye203
Disclaimer- I do not own the show, idea, or characters of FarScape. And I most likely never will. Though I would like to own John Crichton for my own… ahem… personal… reasons.
-Prologue-
"Aaron, son, do you remember how I taught you to fly this thing?" the man asked his son.
"Yes, sir, but why?" the black-haired youth asked his father.
"Because they are coming for us" was the only reply he got.
"Who is coming for us?" Aaron questioned.
"You will get away in this" the man continued, thoroughly ignoring his son's question. "It has saved my ass plenty of times. We don't have time for this! We never have enough time! The wormhole will close soon, and they will be here sooner." He strapped his son in.
"What about you daddy? What will you do? What will 'They' do to you?" the boy tearfully asked as he looked around the module apprehensively, hoping there was enough room….
"I'm gonna hold them off as you make the grand get-away!" the man said with a smile to reassure his son. "Remember the friends I told you about? Go through the wormhole and they should find you. That is if these controls aren't frelled!" He handed the boy a certain gun.
"Frelled…?" the boy questioned, looking a bit confused. He had heard his father use this word before, but he figured if they where going to be separated, he might as well know what he wanted to know. It didn't occur to Aaron that that was but a trivial problem at the moment.
"Just a term… and there's your signal!" he closed the hatch on the module, and patted the hood as the Peacekeeper ships landed in the field. "3…2…1…Blastoff!" he signaled Aaron to take off as the Peacekeepers tackled him.
A Peacekeeper, obviously the leader, walked in front of him. She stopped, looked at the man her troops were holding down, and said, "We finally have you, John Crichton."
But John Crichton wasn't listening. "You will do me and your mother proud, my son…." he whispered, looking up to the sky, watching as FarScape One entered space once again, carrying another on his journey, like it did so many years before………
End Prologue
A/N- Well, I know the end is a bit cheesy cough-cough, but I find that people like cheesy things. They like nachos, pizza, and cheeseburgers. And lots more. Some like just plain cheese. I know I do. Well, R&R if you want chapter 1. Get down and give me five! Constructive criticism respected, flames will be put out, or laughed at!
-Kitsune Skye-
aka
Syd