"Shattered Mirror" Part 1
Time: Between Different Destinations and Eat Me
Disclaimer: I didn't create Farscape, didn't create the characters, and don't make a plug nickel off of it.
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Aeryn leaned against the console and stared at the swirling maelstrom that filled the Observation Deck's forward window. For a moment, Aeryn thought someone had poked a hole in the fabric of space.
"Pilot, is that what I think it is," she asked.
The viewer to one side hummed to life, filling with a hologram of Pilot. "It appears to be a wormhole, Officer Sun."
Aeryn chewed her lower lip and watched the swirling chaos. "Pity Crichton isn't here. Looks like he picked the wrong time to go to a commerce planet."
"He will be disappointed to find out this opportunity was lost. I suppose we could move closer and perform some scans."
Aeryn took a step closer to the window. "How does Moya feel about that?"
Pilot hesitated before answering. "Moya is curious about the wormhole, but she is also afraid. After all, a wormhole did drag Commander Crichton away from his home planet."
"And she doesn't want the same thing to happen to her. Understandable." Aeryn continued to watch the swirling madness, turning over possibilities in her mind.
Footsteps from behind broke her train of thought. Glancing back, Aeryn saw Chiana step into the Observation Deck. She stared at the wormhole then moved to Aeryn's side. "Is that…?"
Aeryn nodded once. "Yes. Pilot thinks it's a wormhole. Moya's curious, but she's afraid to get too close."
"Can't say I blame her. It looks like it goes straight to hezmana."
Aeryn nodded again. "How about this, Pilot. Rather than have Moya move closer, why don't I take Crichton's module out? I'll make a few passes, take some readings. That way, if this wormhole collapses before Crichton returns, he'll have something to work with."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Aeryn looked at Chiana and asked herself the same question. "I'm not entirely sure it is a good idea. But since you and I are the only ones who didn't go to the commerce planet, my options are fairly limited." She looked at the wormhole again then started for the door. "Pilot, keep the docking web ready, just in case."
"Yes, Officer Sun. Be careful."
"I will, Pilot."
Chiana came up behind her. "Aeryn, I don't think you should go. I have a feeling something's going to go wrong."
"Seeing into the future?"
"No. I just have a bad feeling about this."
"Chiana, I'm only going to make a few passes just to get some readings. I'm the best pilot onboard. What can go wrong?" Aeryn smiled and picked up her pace, leaving Chiana standing in the corridor, shaking her head.
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There was darkness and noise, the scream of over-stressed engines, voices calling out to her, urging her to flee. To flee from what, she couldn't at the moment remember. There was urgency, confusion and more than a little fear.
The noise faded, leaving only darkness. After some time (how long she couldn't guess), she felt hands roughly lift her up. She felt herself being lowered and held up in a standing position. A garbled voice yelled at her. A hard slap across her face cleared her mind.
Aeryn Sun opened her eyes.
"Where the frell…" She looked around, confusion and dread beginning to gnaw at her mind. The sight of the two black clad guards holding her up didn't fill her with optimism. The sight of neatly arrayed rows of Prowlers, Marauders and transports confirmed it.
"A command carrier? Where did…?" Aeryn tried to remember what had happened after she left Moya, but found confused images that proved no help.
Quick, precise footsteps drew her eyes to one side. An officious looking lieutenant was approaching. Aeryn frowned; she was certain she had seen him before, but couldn't be certain.
"Name and division," he demanded.
Almost certain the lieutenant knew who she was, Aeryn didn't answer. The lieutenant demanded again. When she remained silent, the lieutenant nodded to the guards. One roughly twisted her arm.
Aeryn winced in pain. "Aeryn Sun," she finally said.
Surprise and confusion crossed the lieutenant's face. "What did you say?"
"My name is Aeryn Sun."
The lieutenant's confusion deepened. "That can't be. Aeryn Sun is…" He leaned to one side, noticing the module for the first time. "Your ship?" He turned and looked across the hanger.
Aeryn followed his gaze, not believing what she saw. On the far side of the hanger was what had to be an exact duplicate of Crichton's module.
Aeryn's head began to spin. She thought, Two modules? How could there be two modules? It's a trick. It has to be. Someone's frelling with my mind…"
Another set of footsteps preceded the voice. "Well, if it isn't the radiant Officer Sun." Rather than the warm, caring voice she knew so well, but instead of warmth, this voice was cold and precise.
Aeryn felt her eyes go wide with shock and surprise. Slowly, she turned to the immaculately uniformed man coming up behind her. She shook her head, not believing what she was seeing.
"John?" Something in the back of her mind snapped and her world went black.
The lieutenant approached Aeryn's unconscious form. "What are your orders, Captain?"
"Have her taken to a cell, Braca. When she wakes up, bring her to my office." Captain John Crichton watched the guards carry Aeryn's body away.
"Back from the dead, after almost half a cycle." Crichton glanced at the module Aeryn had been flying. He shook his head slowly, turned and marched away.
TO BE CONTINUED
Time: Between Different Destinations and Eat Me
Disclaimer: I didn't create Farscape, didn't create the characters, and don't make a plug nickel off of it.
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Aeryn leaned against the console and stared at the swirling maelstrom that filled the Observation Deck's forward window. For a moment, Aeryn thought someone had poked a hole in the fabric of space.
"Pilot, is that what I think it is," she asked.
The viewer to one side hummed to life, filling with a hologram of Pilot. "It appears to be a wormhole, Officer Sun."
Aeryn chewed her lower lip and watched the swirling chaos. "Pity Crichton isn't here. Looks like he picked the wrong time to go to a commerce planet."
"He will be disappointed to find out this opportunity was lost. I suppose we could move closer and perform some scans."
Aeryn took a step closer to the window. "How does Moya feel about that?"
Pilot hesitated before answering. "Moya is curious about the wormhole, but she is also afraid. After all, a wormhole did drag Commander Crichton away from his home planet."
"And she doesn't want the same thing to happen to her. Understandable." Aeryn continued to watch the swirling madness, turning over possibilities in her mind.
Footsteps from behind broke her train of thought. Glancing back, Aeryn saw Chiana step into the Observation Deck. She stared at the wormhole then moved to Aeryn's side. "Is that…?"
Aeryn nodded once. "Yes. Pilot thinks it's a wormhole. Moya's curious, but she's afraid to get too close."
"Can't say I blame her. It looks like it goes straight to hezmana."
Aeryn nodded again. "How about this, Pilot. Rather than have Moya move closer, why don't I take Crichton's module out? I'll make a few passes, take some readings. That way, if this wormhole collapses before Crichton returns, he'll have something to work with."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Aeryn looked at Chiana and asked herself the same question. "I'm not entirely sure it is a good idea. But since you and I are the only ones who didn't go to the commerce planet, my options are fairly limited." She looked at the wormhole again then started for the door. "Pilot, keep the docking web ready, just in case."
"Yes, Officer Sun. Be careful."
"I will, Pilot."
Chiana came up behind her. "Aeryn, I don't think you should go. I have a feeling something's going to go wrong."
"Seeing into the future?"
"No. I just have a bad feeling about this."
"Chiana, I'm only going to make a few passes just to get some readings. I'm the best pilot onboard. What can go wrong?" Aeryn smiled and picked up her pace, leaving Chiana standing in the corridor, shaking her head.
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There was darkness and noise, the scream of over-stressed engines, voices calling out to her, urging her to flee. To flee from what, she couldn't at the moment remember. There was urgency, confusion and more than a little fear.
The noise faded, leaving only darkness. After some time (how long she couldn't guess), she felt hands roughly lift her up. She felt herself being lowered and held up in a standing position. A garbled voice yelled at her. A hard slap across her face cleared her mind.
Aeryn Sun opened her eyes.
"Where the frell…" She looked around, confusion and dread beginning to gnaw at her mind. The sight of the two black clad guards holding her up didn't fill her with optimism. The sight of neatly arrayed rows of Prowlers, Marauders and transports confirmed it.
"A command carrier? Where did…?" Aeryn tried to remember what had happened after she left Moya, but found confused images that proved no help.
Quick, precise footsteps drew her eyes to one side. An officious looking lieutenant was approaching. Aeryn frowned; she was certain she had seen him before, but couldn't be certain.
"Name and division," he demanded.
Almost certain the lieutenant knew who she was, Aeryn didn't answer. The lieutenant demanded again. When she remained silent, the lieutenant nodded to the guards. One roughly twisted her arm.
Aeryn winced in pain. "Aeryn Sun," she finally said.
Surprise and confusion crossed the lieutenant's face. "What did you say?"
"My name is Aeryn Sun."
The lieutenant's confusion deepened. "That can't be. Aeryn Sun is…" He leaned to one side, noticing the module for the first time. "Your ship?" He turned and looked across the hanger.
Aeryn followed his gaze, not believing what she saw. On the far side of the hanger was what had to be an exact duplicate of Crichton's module.
Aeryn's head began to spin. She thought, Two modules? How could there be two modules? It's a trick. It has to be. Someone's frelling with my mind…"
Another set of footsteps preceded the voice. "Well, if it isn't the radiant Officer Sun." Rather than the warm, caring voice she knew so well, but instead of warmth, this voice was cold and precise.
Aeryn felt her eyes go wide with shock and surprise. Slowly, she turned to the immaculately uniformed man coming up behind her. She shook her head, not believing what she was seeing.
"John?" Something in the back of her mind snapped and her world went black.
The lieutenant approached Aeryn's unconscious form. "What are your orders, Captain?"
"Have her taken to a cell, Braca. When she wakes up, bring her to my office." Captain John Crichton watched the guards carry Aeryn's body away.
"Back from the dead, after almost half a cycle." Crichton glanced at the module Aeryn had been flying. He shook his head slowly, turned and marched away.
TO BE CONTINUED