Summary - all will be explained in due time.
BPOV
"Moya has to equalize her pressure with the outside atmosphere before she can give birth." Pilot told us.
"There IS no Frelling atmosphere out there! We're in Frelling space!" Chiana shouted.
"Then I recommend you go to Earth with John and Bella for the next month." Perfect.
I grinned all the way to the Transport bay. Not even Rigel and his incessant complaining can bring me down. Although I did really want to punch him.
John, my brother, was coming the opposite way, presumably to get the rest of his stuff. As he passed I swung him round by the arm, still grinning, and we both continued on our way. We do this often.
Chiana came out of her rooms as I passed and started to walk with me to Moya's Transport bay, laden down with her belongings. What I really want to know is how she has so much stuff when she came onto this ship with nothing but the clothes on her back.
"I'll miss you. You're like family now." she said quietly.
I had no bags with me, they were already on the transport, so it was easy for me to pull her blue ass into a hug. "It's a good thing we're not staying on Earth for more than a month then isn't it."
She looked at me questioningly, so I added, "You guys have grown on me too." then I just really couldn't walk like this anymore, so I pulled away laughing. She to laughed with me.
I swung myself into a Transport, we were taking three.
While D'Argo and Rigel argue, I may as well explain a few things. First things first, My brother and I are the only humans on board. The ship is alive, and Frelling pregnant.
Aeryn Sunn, a Sebation Peacekeeper and together with my brother, is the most human looking of all of the aliens. She looks human, but there are small differences between our species. She carries a pulse rifle and pulse pistol.
Stark also looks pretty human, except for the metal mask covering the right half of his face. It hides a part of his face, and it's kinda like someone covered that half with melted down gold and silver. He can share some thoughts with you. He's with Chiana. We don't know his last name, or even where he comes from.
Chiana is Beltaran, they look human, just blue. A kind of greyish blue, even her short spiky hair. She is…an opportunist. But she became like part of our rather dysfunctional family after a while.
While we're on blue people, we'll go to P'au Zhota Zahn. P'au is her title, she's a Delviian Priest, a P'au of the 10th level, there are only 12 levels. Delviian's are blue, a kind of sky blue, and they have gold spotted highlights all along their skin. Another thing about Delviian's, they're descended from…plants. Honest to God they are!
D'Argo next. D'Argo is a Luxon. He is orangey slightly pinkish. His hair is more tentacleish than hair, he just cant move them without using his hands or shaking his head. Same with his beard, except he ties up his beard and there's this tiny tuft of hair at the end. He is a soldier, or he was any how. His weapon of choice is a Qualtablade. A large hefty sword that can also be a pulse rifle if that is what you need.
We'll have Rigel next. Dominar Rigel the 16th of Hineria. Very small, green, and floats about in a chair complaining he's hungry. There are so many times that I have been tempted to kill him.
Pilot and Moya, Pilot is now…synched shall we say to Moya. Moya is a leviathan, a living ship. Which is how she manages to be pregnant.
John and I worked for N.A.S.A, scientists. We were testing out the Farscape when we were sucked into a wormhole, as strange as that might sound. Mind you, a lot of that sounded strange.
I might also need to mention that all of us are wanted fugitives. Aeryn was 'irreversibly contaminated' by us criminal folks. D'Argo was accused of killing his wife, it was her brother that did it. Stark 'knew' something the Peacekeepers wanted to know and wouldn't tell. They want that info. Chiana, well, her opportunistic tendencies made her a fugitive. Zahn killed a dude. I'm sure he deserved it. Rigel's cousin wanted his throne and imprisoned him. John and I had a near miss with a Prowler, a Peacekeeper ship, a small two/three man ship. The Prowler wasn't so lucky. Now his brother wants revenge. Moya just plain escaped capture. Peacekeepers like to experiment with Leviathans.
I've still got some time before we land, so I should explain that we pretty much all speak different languages, we only understand each other since, from what I can tell, everyone is injected at birth with translator microbes. They sit at the base of the brain and translate everything you hear into whatever your native language is.
There was a lurch as we landed. EARTH!
I ran from the Transport, eager to see Earth again. We were in the middle of a clearing in a forest. It looked slightly familiar, but I paid no attention to that as I turned to face the rest of the crew, grabbed Johns hand and fell to the ground and stared at the sky. It had never seemed so beautiful before.
"What is that?" Rigel asked while pulling something from a nearby tree. Probably a branch.
"That would be an arrow." I said after actually looking at it. I know exactly where I am now.
"What's an 'arrow'?" Aeryn asked.
"You don't know what an arrow is? You know, bow and arrow? Cowboys and Indians? No? Weapon?" John attempted to explain. Attempted being the operative word.
I just gave him a look he had come to know far to well, it told him 'it's no use, just give it up'. I've become very good at that look. I also gave another one that told him I knew where I was. Then a look of realisation graced his face. Men! I just looked at him and smacked my head with my hand. Then I smacked his.
I heard the rest of them laughing at our silent exchange. Then I heard the click of a gun being armed. I turned around slowly. We all did.
"Dad! Uncle Charlie!" John and I shouted as we ran towards them.
I clung tightly to Dad as Charlie and John shared a 'man hug'. a few minutes later, we swapped and I was hugging Charlie. He held me at arms length to look me over, Dad doing the same to John. Strange reunion, but it works. I don't think they noticed the aliens though.
"Who are they? More importantly, WHAT are they?" Dad asked. I guess they have noticed.
"Yes, we want to know that too." Aeryn said. She has her gun out. A nice, big, pulse rifle. Not quite my classification of good.
"What did she say?" Dad asked.
"She wants to know who you are, that's all. Why don't we sit down?" I said. We did just that, even got a fire going, and we explained, well, quite a lot. And John and I had to translate it all. Joy.
"Wow. You sure have done a lot since you've been gone." Charlie said.
"How long have we been gone anyway?" John asked.
"About 8 months. And you're only staying for a month? At least this time I get to say goodbye." Dad said.
After John and I said that we were only staying for a month and so intended to make every second of it count, Charlie and Dad may as well already have us in school.
*Next Day*
Aeryn, Chiana, John and myself had been signed up for high school. Did we really look that young? I should be flattered. Chiana and Aeryn are foreign, we translate for them. They have been warned though that they can understand our language, they just can't speak it. Stark and Zahn are just going to be friends of Charlie and Dad's, and the blue people are going to be wearing A LOT of cover up. D'Argo are just to alien to look human. They opted to stay in the transport, Rigel's demands were also that they were given plenty of food. Typical Rigel. I just want CHOCOLATE!
We're off to school. Joy, I say once again. Well, not yet, we're not even out the house yet.
"Ha-ha! Old Rusty!" John shouted.
"Thing my old friend!" I joined. Is it sad that we're embracing a giant, rust, faded red truck while we say these things?
"I understand appreciating a good piece of machinery, but even by standards I've come to expect from humans, that is a heap of junk." Aeryn said from the porch.
John stood there, surrounded in mock offence, while I tried to explain the sentimental value of the rusty hunk of junk she was verbally abusing.
I soon gave up, and we were going to be late. So John and Aeryn continued their argument inside the cabin, or tried to since I had turned up the radio so I could hear it loud and clear in the bed of the truck with Chiana. Tubthumping came on, and I wasn't in the bed of the Truck for long. I was on top of the Truck.
"What are you doing?" Chiana asked.
"Dancing."
"Can I join you?" in way of answer I grabbed her hand and pulled her up on top of the Truck cabin with me. We pulled into the school with Chiana and I dancing on top of the Truck, and John and Aeryn with no clue what the Frell was going on. Part one of getting today's daily recommended dose of fun, part 2 might end up in John frisking Aeryn. Only because we told her no weapons. I think she brought at least one.
Chiana and I sat on the truck cabin. John and Aeryn seemed to be continuing an earlier conversation. It went something like this:
John - look, I know you want to make sure you aren't caught unaware, but what do think would happen if and when one of these teens found it?
Aeryn - easy. They wont find it.
John - Aeryn!
Aeryn - John!
John - don't imitate me! I'm only trying to make sure that we seem as…safe and approachable…as we can. We don't want to spend the entire time here as outcasts and freaks.
Aeryn - Well we aren't human! To them we are freaks.
John - And a gun is NOT going to help me with that image now is it.
Aeryn - fine.
Aeryn handed over a gun and John threw it into the cabin. He still didn't notice us sitting quite comfortably on top. John looked at Aeryn sceptically, and did indeed frisk her. Well, it could have been worse. He could have strip searched her.
Chiana and I laughed at Aeryn's disgruntled expression and started to slide down onto the hood of the truck quite involuntarily. Thankfully we went no further than that. While we were doing this John had thrown another gun and a couple of knifes into the cabin and hid them in the glove compartment before watching us along with Aeryn in amusement.
I saw a very pale and rather tall blond looking in disgust at our truck, along with every other crappy car in the lot. A hot mechanic, don't see a lot of them around. The paleness of all five of the kids around the shiny silver Volvo made me think of the Quileute legends of the Cold Ones. The had the golden eyes and every thing. I would only believe that they were the vampires from the legends though if their surname was Cullen.
Mind you, they would have to have a parental figure of sorts, but I suppose if another had joined them, maybe two, that could work quite well.
I saw Johns hand waving in front of my face. "Hello?" I shook my head a little and looked at him.
"Yeah?" I said.
"You were just staring like this." he said as he made a blank expression and tipped his head to the side. Very funny.
"Ha-ha. Lets head to the office." I said before making my way in just that direction.
I must only be happy if I have five stories at once going or something, seeing as I only just finished one story to start another.