Note : Obviously, the characters I made up are mine, but other than that, all other things in here are property of the fine folk responsible for the show Farscape. Also, I posted the first two chapters on fanfiction.net before, only to remove them because I didn't think I was going to bother finishing it. This will probably seem out of place soon compared to the rest of season three, so I've just not bothered with a few of the plot twists in the series, and obviously there's gonna be one absent member (not naming yet in case you don't know who it is) on account of a slight case of death. Please read and, if you like it, review. Here's my story...
FARSCAPE:
NOSFERATU
Crichton walked out of his quarters and headed down one of Moya's many corridors, towards Command. D'Argo was there. "Yo!" Crichton said. D'Argo spun round, he hadn't realized Crichton was awake.
"Yo..." D'Argo replied slowly, wondering what the hell that meant. Crichton rubbed his face and head.
"What happened? My head is killing me." he stated. D'Argo was even more confused.
"You ate to much of that fanjato and we had to carry you back to your quarters." D'Argo told him. "But it shouldn't have any fatal effects." Crichton looked at him, remembered what he'd said, and walked across Command.
"Great. I got pissed. That's all you needed to say. I didn't throw up or anything, did I?"
"Huh?"
"You know, be sick?" He mimicked himself throwing up, then gave up. "Don't worry, if I did I'll find it in my bed or something. Where is everyone?"
"They're still asleep." D'Argo told him. Crichton smiled to himself.
"At least I'm not the last one up." As he said that, Aeryn walked into Command. She didn't look any different. Crichton looked at her, puzzled. She noticed.
"What?" she asked him in her 'no-nonsense' way.
"Does your head hurt, or any other part, at all?" he asked.
"No, why?" she answered with another question.
"Didn't you have any of that fanjino or whatever it's called?"
"Fanjato." Aeryn corrected him. "Yes. But why should my head hurt?"
"Mine does. It's a hangover sort of thing."
"Well, whatever it is you're talking about, I have no idea." Pilot suddenly appeared on the holographic projector.
"Moya has detected Talyn, he is nearby. And approaching us." he said.
"How long until they get here?" Crichton asked.
"Talyn will be hear in one arn. But Crais is not aboard." Pilot told him. Crichton looked at Aeryn.
"Well, that doesn't sound right." he stated.
"Is there anyone aboard Talyn?" D'Argo asked.
"No." Pilot replied. They all headed down to the transport bay. Crichton walked next to Aeryn.
"What's Crais up to now?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I have no idea." she answered.
They got to the transport bay, and Crichton and Aeryn got into a transport pod. Aeryn started it up, and flew it towards Talyn's destination.
They reached him, and boarded. They walked into the smaller Leviathan's Command. They looked around. No Crais. Crichton spoke into his com-link. "There's no sign of Crais. Talyn said anything to Pilot about his whereabouts?"
"Yes," Pilot answered. "Talyn says that Crais was captured by a military group, but Talyn managed to escape."
"Great," Crichton said to Aeryn. "Peacekeepers got him."
"No, not Peacekeepers." Pilot said. "Talyn says that it was a different group. Even Crais hadn't ever seen them or heard of them before."
"Another group? Oh, good. At least the Peacekeepers aren't alone." Crichton said sarcastically.
Pilot continued telling them what the small ship was saying. "He says he wants us to help Crais escape." Crichton looked at Aeryn.
"How can we help?" Aeryn asked.
"He'll take us to the ship he's being held on." Pilot answered. Aeryn nodded.
"OK. Me and Crichton will stay aboard Talyn until we get there." She turned her com-link off. Crichton did the same.
"What? We're gonna bust Crais out of a ship, which belongs to an organization similar to Peacekeepers?" he asked. "Why?"
"Talyn wants us to. Crais hasn't used him as a weapon of destruction, so he's kept his promise." she told him.
"But why should we risk our own asses for someone who tried to kill us? Me especially."
"Because Talyn wants Crais back. He's obviously grown a bond with him. If we break that bond, Talyn could get angry." Crichton shrugged.
"Fair enough. It'll be a change of scenery, anyway." he said. "Lead the way!" he said to Talyn.
Crais sat in his dark, cold prison cell. He'd been there for hell knows how long. He'd memorized every line, every shade of his cell. There was nothing to do. He was bored senseless. He laid on the flat metal sheet, covered in material. His bed. He listened to the silence.
The knocking of his cell's metal door startled him. He spun round, and the door opened. Two guards aimed there weapons at Crais. "Follow us." the first one ordered. Crais thought it best not to argue. He stood up, and walked out of his 'home'.
Talyn suddenly stopped. The suddenness made both Crichton and Aeryn loose there balance and fall over. Crichton looked around. "What the hell?"
"Pilot, what's happening?" Aeryn asked through the com-link.
"Talyn refuses to go any further," Pilot answered. Crichton stood up.
"How the hell are we supposed to save Crais if Talyn won't take us to him?" he asked.
"He says that he can't risk gong any closer to the ship." Crichton looked into space, and saw nothing.
"What ship? Where is it?" he asked.
"Talyn says that a garbage vessel is soon arriving. He suggests you get on board that way." Pilot told him.
"We're on our way." Aeryn said. They walked to their transport.
"I love this job." Crichton said sarcastically to Aeryn. They got inside the transport, and set off towards the garbage ship.
The crew on board Moya heard what was going on. "We're not letting them go by themselves, are we?" D'Argo asked to everyone.
"I'm not going." Rygel told him.
"I knew you wouldn't." D'Argo said.
"The other transport's broken. It's being repaired. So we can't go with them." Chiana reminded him. He slammed his fist onto the table.
"It's suicide if they go alone!" he protested.
"They'll be fine." Chiana told him. "Crichton and Aeryn are good at surviving, remember?" D'Argo slowly agreed.
"OK, you're right. But when that transport's repaired I'm going to help them."
The transport reached the garbage vessel, and floated near to it. "OK, now what?" Crichton asked. Aeryn looked at the ship.
"We can't land this thing on it." she told him. "I can get close to that airlock, then set the autopilot on to return this thing to Moya, while we open and climb in the ship."
"Piece of cake." Crichton told her, knowing they'd probably end up dead. Aeryn flew their ship as close to the airlock as possible.
"Put your suit on, Crichton." Aeryn reminded him. Crichton had already got into it, and put his helmet on.
"I'm not stupid, you know." he told her as she put her's on.
"You fooled me." she said back. Crichton opened his mouth to send back a remark, but couldn't think of one suitable enough. "Right, let's go." Aeryn said. She opened the airlock on the transport, and Crichton floated out. Aeryn hit the autopilot button, then got out of the transport. Crichton was at the airlock of the garbage ship. Aeryn helped him open it, and they finally got inside the garbage ship. They closed the door, and felt a violent explosion outside. Crichton looked at Aeryn, who looked back at him.
"That wasn't what I thought it was, was it?" he asked.
"Frelling autopilot!" she murmured.
"What is it, Pilot?" D'Argo asked, after Pilot told them he had some bad news.
"Aeryn and Crichton's transport ship has been destroyed. I've lost contact with them altogether." he said. His words cut through the whole crew. They didn't know what to do. Even Rygel was speechless.
Crichton had finished looking around the ship. Nobody else was aboard. It's computer piloted it to it's destination. He looked around for Aeryn. "Found anyone?"
"No." came her voice. "There's no-one here." Crichton spotted her, and walked over to her. She pointed at the side of the ship. "The garbage will be let into this ship through there. When it stops filing, we'll have to get through the tunnel before the hatch closes. We'll have a few microns to get in, so don't stall."
"No problem." Crichton answered. "Then all we gotta do is find Crais, get him and us off the ship, and not get our asses killed in the process."
"Sound's fine to me." Aeryn said.
The garbage ship suddenly jolted, and the two knew it had reached it's destination. They got either side of the hatch, and it opened. The ship's rubbish flew through the hatch, landing in the garbage vessel. It stunk like hell. It suddenly stopped, and both Crichton and Aeryn leapt through the hatch, and it closed just as Aeryn's boot had managed to get inside the vent. Crichton looked at Aeryn to see if she was all right. She was.
"Er, now what?" Crichton asked. Aeryn looked around. She saw an air vent above them, in the tunnel. She pointed at it.
"Help me up there." she asked him. He looked at the air vent.
"How do I get up there, though?" he asked.
"I'll pull you up." she said. He decided to give it a shot, and knelt in front of the vent. Aeryn stood on his back, and pulled herself up. She stuck her legs into the vent first, then reached down to Crichton. He jumped up and caught her hand. She managed to pull him up, into the vent.
"Damn, you're strong." he told her amazed. Aeryn suddenly realized the vent was to small to turn around.
"I can't turn around." she said. Crichton peered past her.
"I'll tell you where we're going." he said. Aeryn started crawling backwards, and Crichton followed, looking over her shoulder to see where they were going.
Crais woke up as the guards returned. They opened the door, and picked him up. They dragged him out of the cell, down a corridor. He looked at the guard to his right. "What now?" he asked.
"More tests. Shut up." the guard told him. They reached the lab, and they laid Crais on a table. Metal restraints gripped Crais' wrists and legs. He looked around frantically. He saw a scientist walk up to him. He had a mechanical device in his hand.
"Wh... What's that?" Crais asked. The scientist didn't answer. Instead, he pressed it into Crais' chest. Crais felt a sudden, sharp pain. He cried out loudly, then the pain was gone. Crais groaned, not able to speak any real words. He felt the restraints loosen, then the guards dragged him back to his cell.
Aeryn had found a crossway in the vents, and she had managed to turn around. She soon found a vent cover. She peered through it. "What is it?" Crichton asked quietly. Aeryn stared at it.
"I don't know." It was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. It was chained to the wall in what looked like a cell. "I think this is a prison." she told Crichton, then gently crawled over the cover. Crichton looked down into the cell, then carried on following Aeryn through the vents.
She finally came to the end of the vent. She peered through. The corridor was deserted. "It's clear." she said, then pushed the cover. It came of the vent easily, and she crawled out. Crichton followed. He stood up and looked around.
"He could be anywhere. We don't even know how big this ship is." he said, doubtfully. Suddenly Aeryn heard something. She opened a door next to them and shoved Crichton through it, followed by herself. She closed the door, but left a gap to see what was going on. She saw two sebaccien scientists walk down the corridor. They walked past the door, and Aeryn suddenly burst out, grabbed them both and dragged them into the room. She threw them on the floor, next to Crichton. They looked at them both as Aeryn held her gun at them.
"Don't say a word." she ordered. Crichton looked at her.
"What are you doing?" he asked, bewildered.
"Take off your clothes." she told the scientists, ignoring Crichton.
"Aeryn, we don't have time for this." Crichton protested. She looked at him, unamused.
"If we don't want to be found, we'll have to look like part of the crew. Now, put on their clothes." she answered. He took them, and then looked at Aeryn again.
"I don't think these are my size."
Aeryn peered out of the door, then walked out. Crichton followed. They were wearing the scientists' clothes. Crichton closed the door, both of them looking around. There was no-one in the area, so they walked down the corridor.
They reached a group of guards standing at a door to another corridor. Aeryn walked over to them. "Do you know where the prisoner brought in recently is?" she asked. They looked at her.
"Which one?" asked the first guard.
"Someone called Crais. Ex-Peacekeeper commander." Crichton told them. A spark of recognition appeared on the second guard's face.
"Oh, Crais. He was a Peacekeeper commander?"
"Yeah." Crichton answered. "Pretty smart, huh?"
"Where is he?" Aeryn asked quickly.
"Level 6, cell 74." answered the first. She nodded, and walked down the next corridor. Crichton followed. He made sure they were out of the guards' earshot until he spoke to Aeryn.
"They didn't know Crais is a Peacekeeper. Why did they take him prisoner?" he asked, quietly.
"I don't know, but we're sure to find out." she replied.
"Yeah, but I don't really want to find out, do you?"
"No."
"It's settled then. We get Crais, bust him out, don't stop to ask questions."
"That's the first good plan you've come up with in ages, Crichton."
"Thank you."
Crichton and Aeryn reached level 6, and walked past the cells. Crichton quietly repeated the number over and over. "74, 74, 74... Aha, found it. 74." he said to Aeryn.
"Good. You'd have thought there'd have been at least one guard on this level, wouldn't you?" she asked. Crichton nodded.
"Lucky for us, there isn't." He looked through the small gap, used for passing food through. The cell was empty. "Room service." Crichton called through the gap, thinking Crais was hiding.
"Don't move." came a voice behind them. They turned around to see a guard aiming a weapon at them. "I said don't move!" Aeryn suddenly kicked the weapon from his hands, punched him in the face and snapped his neck. Crichton looked at Aeryn.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" he asked. Aeryn smiled.
"Practicing for when you keep annoying me." she told him.
"That hurts. I don't annoy you, do I?"
"Not really. That's why I haven't killed you yet."
"I better not piss you off, then." Crichton's attention suddenly diverted, and he dived into Aeryn, knocking them to the ground. Before Aeryn could ask what he was doing, an energy bolt smashed into the wall next to where they'd been standing, blowing a large hole in the thick metal. Crichton pulled out his gun from it's holster and shot the guard who was preparing to fire again.
Aeryn looked at the guard, then at Crichton. "Er, thanks." she said. Crichton looked at her again.
"I bet that took a lot of strength. Since when have you said that before?" Crichton asked.
"I haven't done it often. I've never had to." Aeryn replied. "Anyway, we'd better find Crais."
"How? He's not in his cell." Aeryn picked up the weapon left by the guard. She looked at it.
"I've never seen anything like this before." she said, looking at the gun from all angles. They both heard a loud crashing sound from down the corridor. They spun round as alarms rang out, almost deafening them. They looked at the door to one of the cells fly away from it's hinges, smashing into the wall opposite. Aeryn aimed her new weapon down the corridor, waiting for whatever was in the cell to emerge. It did so.
"What the hell is that thing?" Crichton asked, ready to run as far away as possible. He looked at the creature. It was covered in green skin, and about double the size of himself. Tattered pieces of clothing covered the creature, and it noticed the two intruders. It roared at them, showing it's razor-like teeth. The pitch of the roar was high.
The creature started walking towards them. "Shoot it!" Crichton said to Aeryn. He found out he couldn't run.
"I can't work this frelling thing!" she shouted back, frantically trying to use the weapon. The creature was now halfway down the corridor, and gaining. Crichton pulled his gun out.
"Frell this." he said to himself, and fired repeatedly into the creature's body. Pieces of it's flesh tore apart, thick, purple-red blood spraying the walls, but the creature carried on towards them. "Oh, shit..." Crichton murmured as the creature lunged through the air at them, swinging it's claw wildly at them.
FARSCAPE:
NOSFERATU
Crichton walked out of his quarters and headed down one of Moya's many corridors, towards Command. D'Argo was there. "Yo!" Crichton said. D'Argo spun round, he hadn't realized Crichton was awake.
"Yo..." D'Argo replied slowly, wondering what the hell that meant. Crichton rubbed his face and head.
"What happened? My head is killing me." he stated. D'Argo was even more confused.
"You ate to much of that fanjato and we had to carry you back to your quarters." D'Argo told him. "But it shouldn't have any fatal effects." Crichton looked at him, remembered what he'd said, and walked across Command.
"Great. I got pissed. That's all you needed to say. I didn't throw up or anything, did I?"
"Huh?"
"You know, be sick?" He mimicked himself throwing up, then gave up. "Don't worry, if I did I'll find it in my bed or something. Where is everyone?"
"They're still asleep." D'Argo told him. Crichton smiled to himself.
"At least I'm not the last one up." As he said that, Aeryn walked into Command. She didn't look any different. Crichton looked at her, puzzled. She noticed.
"What?" she asked him in her 'no-nonsense' way.
"Does your head hurt, or any other part, at all?" he asked.
"No, why?" she answered with another question.
"Didn't you have any of that fanjino or whatever it's called?"
"Fanjato." Aeryn corrected him. "Yes. But why should my head hurt?"
"Mine does. It's a hangover sort of thing."
"Well, whatever it is you're talking about, I have no idea." Pilot suddenly appeared on the holographic projector.
"Moya has detected Talyn, he is nearby. And approaching us." he said.
"How long until they get here?" Crichton asked.
"Talyn will be hear in one arn. But Crais is not aboard." Pilot told him. Crichton looked at Aeryn.
"Well, that doesn't sound right." he stated.
"Is there anyone aboard Talyn?" D'Argo asked.
"No." Pilot replied. They all headed down to the transport bay. Crichton walked next to Aeryn.
"What's Crais up to now?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I have no idea." she answered.
They got to the transport bay, and Crichton and Aeryn got into a transport pod. Aeryn started it up, and flew it towards Talyn's destination.
They reached him, and boarded. They walked into the smaller Leviathan's Command. They looked around. No Crais. Crichton spoke into his com-link. "There's no sign of Crais. Talyn said anything to Pilot about his whereabouts?"
"Yes," Pilot answered. "Talyn says that Crais was captured by a military group, but Talyn managed to escape."
"Great," Crichton said to Aeryn. "Peacekeepers got him."
"No, not Peacekeepers." Pilot said. "Talyn says that it was a different group. Even Crais hadn't ever seen them or heard of them before."
"Another group? Oh, good. At least the Peacekeepers aren't alone." Crichton said sarcastically.
Pilot continued telling them what the small ship was saying. "He says he wants us to help Crais escape." Crichton looked at Aeryn.
"How can we help?" Aeryn asked.
"He'll take us to the ship he's being held on." Pilot answered. Aeryn nodded.
"OK. Me and Crichton will stay aboard Talyn until we get there." She turned her com-link off. Crichton did the same.
"What? We're gonna bust Crais out of a ship, which belongs to an organization similar to Peacekeepers?" he asked. "Why?"
"Talyn wants us to. Crais hasn't used him as a weapon of destruction, so he's kept his promise." she told him.
"But why should we risk our own asses for someone who tried to kill us? Me especially."
"Because Talyn wants Crais back. He's obviously grown a bond with him. If we break that bond, Talyn could get angry." Crichton shrugged.
"Fair enough. It'll be a change of scenery, anyway." he said. "Lead the way!" he said to Talyn.
Crais sat in his dark, cold prison cell. He'd been there for hell knows how long. He'd memorized every line, every shade of his cell. There was nothing to do. He was bored senseless. He laid on the flat metal sheet, covered in material. His bed. He listened to the silence.
The knocking of his cell's metal door startled him. He spun round, and the door opened. Two guards aimed there weapons at Crais. "Follow us." the first one ordered. Crais thought it best not to argue. He stood up, and walked out of his 'home'.
Talyn suddenly stopped. The suddenness made both Crichton and Aeryn loose there balance and fall over. Crichton looked around. "What the hell?"
"Pilot, what's happening?" Aeryn asked through the com-link.
"Talyn refuses to go any further," Pilot answered. Crichton stood up.
"How the hell are we supposed to save Crais if Talyn won't take us to him?" he asked.
"He says that he can't risk gong any closer to the ship." Crichton looked into space, and saw nothing.
"What ship? Where is it?" he asked.
"Talyn says that a garbage vessel is soon arriving. He suggests you get on board that way." Pilot told him.
"We're on our way." Aeryn said. They walked to their transport.
"I love this job." Crichton said sarcastically to Aeryn. They got inside the transport, and set off towards the garbage ship.
The crew on board Moya heard what was going on. "We're not letting them go by themselves, are we?" D'Argo asked to everyone.
"I'm not going." Rygel told him.
"I knew you wouldn't." D'Argo said.
"The other transport's broken. It's being repaired. So we can't go with them." Chiana reminded him. He slammed his fist onto the table.
"It's suicide if they go alone!" he protested.
"They'll be fine." Chiana told him. "Crichton and Aeryn are good at surviving, remember?" D'Argo slowly agreed.
"OK, you're right. But when that transport's repaired I'm going to help them."
The transport reached the garbage vessel, and floated near to it. "OK, now what?" Crichton asked. Aeryn looked at the ship.
"We can't land this thing on it." she told him. "I can get close to that airlock, then set the autopilot on to return this thing to Moya, while we open and climb in the ship."
"Piece of cake." Crichton told her, knowing they'd probably end up dead. Aeryn flew their ship as close to the airlock as possible.
"Put your suit on, Crichton." Aeryn reminded him. Crichton had already got into it, and put his helmet on.
"I'm not stupid, you know." he told her as she put her's on.
"You fooled me." she said back. Crichton opened his mouth to send back a remark, but couldn't think of one suitable enough. "Right, let's go." Aeryn said. She opened the airlock on the transport, and Crichton floated out. Aeryn hit the autopilot button, then got out of the transport. Crichton was at the airlock of the garbage ship. Aeryn helped him open it, and they finally got inside the garbage ship. They closed the door, and felt a violent explosion outside. Crichton looked at Aeryn, who looked back at him.
"That wasn't what I thought it was, was it?" he asked.
"Frelling autopilot!" she murmured.
"What is it, Pilot?" D'Argo asked, after Pilot told them he had some bad news.
"Aeryn and Crichton's transport ship has been destroyed. I've lost contact with them altogether." he said. His words cut through the whole crew. They didn't know what to do. Even Rygel was speechless.
Crichton had finished looking around the ship. Nobody else was aboard. It's computer piloted it to it's destination. He looked around for Aeryn. "Found anyone?"
"No." came her voice. "There's no-one here." Crichton spotted her, and walked over to her. She pointed at the side of the ship. "The garbage will be let into this ship through there. When it stops filing, we'll have to get through the tunnel before the hatch closes. We'll have a few microns to get in, so don't stall."
"No problem." Crichton answered. "Then all we gotta do is find Crais, get him and us off the ship, and not get our asses killed in the process."
"Sound's fine to me." Aeryn said.
The garbage ship suddenly jolted, and the two knew it had reached it's destination. They got either side of the hatch, and it opened. The ship's rubbish flew through the hatch, landing in the garbage vessel. It stunk like hell. It suddenly stopped, and both Crichton and Aeryn leapt through the hatch, and it closed just as Aeryn's boot had managed to get inside the vent. Crichton looked at Aeryn to see if she was all right. She was.
"Er, now what?" Crichton asked. Aeryn looked around. She saw an air vent above them, in the tunnel. She pointed at it.
"Help me up there." she asked him. He looked at the air vent.
"How do I get up there, though?" he asked.
"I'll pull you up." she said. He decided to give it a shot, and knelt in front of the vent. Aeryn stood on his back, and pulled herself up. She stuck her legs into the vent first, then reached down to Crichton. He jumped up and caught her hand. She managed to pull him up, into the vent.
"Damn, you're strong." he told her amazed. Aeryn suddenly realized the vent was to small to turn around.
"I can't turn around." she said. Crichton peered past her.
"I'll tell you where we're going." he said. Aeryn started crawling backwards, and Crichton followed, looking over her shoulder to see where they were going.
Crais woke up as the guards returned. They opened the door, and picked him up. They dragged him out of the cell, down a corridor. He looked at the guard to his right. "What now?" he asked.
"More tests. Shut up." the guard told him. They reached the lab, and they laid Crais on a table. Metal restraints gripped Crais' wrists and legs. He looked around frantically. He saw a scientist walk up to him. He had a mechanical device in his hand.
"Wh... What's that?" Crais asked. The scientist didn't answer. Instead, he pressed it into Crais' chest. Crais felt a sudden, sharp pain. He cried out loudly, then the pain was gone. Crais groaned, not able to speak any real words. He felt the restraints loosen, then the guards dragged him back to his cell.
Aeryn had found a crossway in the vents, and she had managed to turn around. She soon found a vent cover. She peered through it. "What is it?" Crichton asked quietly. Aeryn stared at it.
"I don't know." It was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. It was chained to the wall in what looked like a cell. "I think this is a prison." she told Crichton, then gently crawled over the cover. Crichton looked down into the cell, then carried on following Aeryn through the vents.
She finally came to the end of the vent. She peered through. The corridor was deserted. "It's clear." she said, then pushed the cover. It came of the vent easily, and she crawled out. Crichton followed. He stood up and looked around.
"He could be anywhere. We don't even know how big this ship is." he said, doubtfully. Suddenly Aeryn heard something. She opened a door next to them and shoved Crichton through it, followed by herself. She closed the door, but left a gap to see what was going on. She saw two sebaccien scientists walk down the corridor. They walked past the door, and Aeryn suddenly burst out, grabbed them both and dragged them into the room. She threw them on the floor, next to Crichton. They looked at them both as Aeryn held her gun at them.
"Don't say a word." she ordered. Crichton looked at her.
"What are you doing?" he asked, bewildered.
"Take off your clothes." she told the scientists, ignoring Crichton.
"Aeryn, we don't have time for this." Crichton protested. She looked at him, unamused.
"If we don't want to be found, we'll have to look like part of the crew. Now, put on their clothes." she answered. He took them, and then looked at Aeryn again.
"I don't think these are my size."
Aeryn peered out of the door, then walked out. Crichton followed. They were wearing the scientists' clothes. Crichton closed the door, both of them looking around. There was no-one in the area, so they walked down the corridor.
They reached a group of guards standing at a door to another corridor. Aeryn walked over to them. "Do you know where the prisoner brought in recently is?" she asked. They looked at her.
"Which one?" asked the first guard.
"Someone called Crais. Ex-Peacekeeper commander." Crichton told them. A spark of recognition appeared on the second guard's face.
"Oh, Crais. He was a Peacekeeper commander?"
"Yeah." Crichton answered. "Pretty smart, huh?"
"Where is he?" Aeryn asked quickly.
"Level 6, cell 74." answered the first. She nodded, and walked down the next corridor. Crichton followed. He made sure they were out of the guards' earshot until he spoke to Aeryn.
"They didn't know Crais is a Peacekeeper. Why did they take him prisoner?" he asked, quietly.
"I don't know, but we're sure to find out." she replied.
"Yeah, but I don't really want to find out, do you?"
"No."
"It's settled then. We get Crais, bust him out, don't stop to ask questions."
"That's the first good plan you've come up with in ages, Crichton."
"Thank you."
Crichton and Aeryn reached level 6, and walked past the cells. Crichton quietly repeated the number over and over. "74, 74, 74... Aha, found it. 74." he said to Aeryn.
"Good. You'd have thought there'd have been at least one guard on this level, wouldn't you?" she asked. Crichton nodded.
"Lucky for us, there isn't." He looked through the small gap, used for passing food through. The cell was empty. "Room service." Crichton called through the gap, thinking Crais was hiding.
"Don't move." came a voice behind them. They turned around to see a guard aiming a weapon at them. "I said don't move!" Aeryn suddenly kicked the weapon from his hands, punched him in the face and snapped his neck. Crichton looked at Aeryn.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" he asked. Aeryn smiled.
"Practicing for when you keep annoying me." she told him.
"That hurts. I don't annoy you, do I?"
"Not really. That's why I haven't killed you yet."
"I better not piss you off, then." Crichton's attention suddenly diverted, and he dived into Aeryn, knocking them to the ground. Before Aeryn could ask what he was doing, an energy bolt smashed into the wall next to where they'd been standing, blowing a large hole in the thick metal. Crichton pulled out his gun from it's holster and shot the guard who was preparing to fire again.
Aeryn looked at the guard, then at Crichton. "Er, thanks." she said. Crichton looked at her again.
"I bet that took a lot of strength. Since when have you said that before?" Crichton asked.
"I haven't done it often. I've never had to." Aeryn replied. "Anyway, we'd better find Crais."
"How? He's not in his cell." Aeryn picked up the weapon left by the guard. She looked at it.
"I've never seen anything like this before." she said, looking at the gun from all angles. They both heard a loud crashing sound from down the corridor. They spun round as alarms rang out, almost deafening them. They looked at the door to one of the cells fly away from it's hinges, smashing into the wall opposite. Aeryn aimed her new weapon down the corridor, waiting for whatever was in the cell to emerge. It did so.
"What the hell is that thing?" Crichton asked, ready to run as far away as possible. He looked at the creature. It was covered in green skin, and about double the size of himself. Tattered pieces of clothing covered the creature, and it noticed the two intruders. It roared at them, showing it's razor-like teeth. The pitch of the roar was high.
The creature started walking towards them. "Shoot it!" Crichton said to Aeryn. He found out he couldn't run.
"I can't work this frelling thing!" she shouted back, frantically trying to use the weapon. The creature was now halfway down the corridor, and gaining. Crichton pulled his gun out.
"Frell this." he said to himself, and fired repeatedly into the creature's body. Pieces of it's flesh tore apart, thick, purple-red blood spraying the walls, but the creature carried on towards them. "Oh, shit..." Crichton murmured as the creature lunged through the air at them, swinging it's claw wildly at them.