TITLE: Secrets of the Wild.
AUTHOR: Farscape Maniac
SUMMARY: [A/U] Five years after DWTB, Aeryn is captured by Peacekeepers on her first mission as a Retrieval Squad member, an assassin. She meets new and old faces but will she fail the mission? Will her past on Moya change her judgment? (J/A).
SPOILERS: Mild ones for DWTB
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the frelling-tastic characters of 'Farscape'. I merely make them go insane (no not really) then hand them back. No harm done .
AUTHORS NOTE: I had posted this way back before but I never got it beta-ed. This is the published version. Thanks to Sassy.
~*~
STANZAS
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idles dreams of things that cannot be
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can center both the worlds of Heaven and Hell
- Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)
~*~
The walls are black, sleek and evil. It has been long but not long enough since I have boarded a Command Carrier. Command Carriers are all the same, solid, unwavering and dangerous however this one feels different. Something I can't quite pinpoint. What is it that makes it different form all the others? I don't know.
For four cycles they have trained my to be the perfect assassin. Throughout the four years I had wanted my first mission and they gave it to me. I was to destroy a weapon of destruction and eliminate its source. I was to pretend to fit in, and send all movements back.
So why am I here being taken by Peacekeepers? Peacekeepers, a word that feels like dirt in my mouth. Why have I been caught? Is my training failing me? But most importantly why was there no back up?
The many times I had come back on a Command carrier leave not so happy memories. I was chained up and was to await my death for being 'irreversibly contaminated'. At that time Crichton saved us. I was to be left for the dead but he refused to see it that way. Another time it was my turn to save him. To escape from Scorpius and the last time was when we agreed to help Crichton to trick Scorpius, it was the last time.
Why do I think of him? Why does he have to be in every memory of mine? He is haunting me but I'm no scared, if anything I'm happy. But the real thing would make it even better¡
I have no escape route. I'm alone, unarmed on a ship where they all despise me because I *was* one of them, I have become 'more'. Or have I? Jool had said I was going backwards, it was and is the only way I know how. I did it because it was it was a familiar path. No surprises.
I walk through the Command Carrier all I know is that they are taking me to see their captain. My fate unknown. Fate, stupid human hopes. There is no fate; I don't believe there is.
Command Carriers always remind me of Peacekeeper life. The memory then leads to the cycles I had on Moya where the nightmares and dreams begin. I know now that I regret a lot of things, things that could have been easily avoided yet I was too stubborn. Maybe some things are meant to be that way.
They stop at a door and I stop with them. One of the two Peacekeepers goes in. He shuts the door behind him. I hear exchanges through the door for a few microts. The Peacekeeper comes back out and mentions the other one to take me in. I oblige.
I walk into the room with confidence and pride. I am not afraid of what they will do. The room looks the same as any other but I feel uncomfortable in it. The two Peacekeepers have left leaving me standing on my own in handcuffs, in front of the desk. On the desk is a hologram; I recognize it as my Peacekeeper file. They still kept it? I thought they bury it all of them and even then it would take quite sometime to track down. The Captain sat behind the desk in the chair, back towards me.
A woman dressed in red stood by the table. She looks Sebacean but I learnt that looks can be deceiving. She studies me but says nothing. She wears no uniform, a slave? No, she wears no collar. So what is she? Surely Peacekeepers would not accept her, however she does wear a weapon.
I realize it has been microts since I have walked into the room. It is silent, but I refuse to be the one to talk first.
"The Radiant Aeryn Sun."
The voice sends chills down my spine. The name so familiar and only used by *that* person.
The Captain turns in his chair. His eyes are blue. They are cold, unwelcoming and unemotional. Three features which never use to exist. He doesn't look at me at the start but looks at my record. He turns it off and leans back into the chair.
If it were any other Peacekeeper Captain I would not be scared but this surprises me. Something that has not happened to me in cycles.
I was to hunt and retrieve the prey but under his glaze I feel like the prey.
Under the glaze of Peacekeeper Captain John Crichton.
AUTHOR: Farscape Maniac
SUMMARY: [A/U] Five years after DWTB, Aeryn is captured by Peacekeepers on her first mission as a Retrieval Squad member, an assassin. She meets new and old faces but will she fail the mission? Will her past on Moya change her judgment? (J/A).
SPOILERS: Mild ones for DWTB
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the frelling-tastic characters of 'Farscape'. I merely make them go insane (no not really) then hand them back. No harm done .
AUTHORS NOTE: I had posted this way back before but I never got it beta-ed. This is the published version. Thanks to Sassy.
~*~
STANZAS
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idles dreams of things that cannot be
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can center both the worlds of Heaven and Hell
- Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)
~*~
The walls are black, sleek and evil. It has been long but not long enough since I have boarded a Command Carrier. Command Carriers are all the same, solid, unwavering and dangerous however this one feels different. Something I can't quite pinpoint. What is it that makes it different form all the others? I don't know.
For four cycles they have trained my to be the perfect assassin. Throughout the four years I had wanted my first mission and they gave it to me. I was to destroy a weapon of destruction and eliminate its source. I was to pretend to fit in, and send all movements back.
So why am I here being taken by Peacekeepers? Peacekeepers, a word that feels like dirt in my mouth. Why have I been caught? Is my training failing me? But most importantly why was there no back up?
The many times I had come back on a Command carrier leave not so happy memories. I was chained up and was to await my death for being 'irreversibly contaminated'. At that time Crichton saved us. I was to be left for the dead but he refused to see it that way. Another time it was my turn to save him. To escape from Scorpius and the last time was when we agreed to help Crichton to trick Scorpius, it was the last time.
Why do I think of him? Why does he have to be in every memory of mine? He is haunting me but I'm no scared, if anything I'm happy. But the real thing would make it even better¡
I have no escape route. I'm alone, unarmed on a ship where they all despise me because I *was* one of them, I have become 'more'. Or have I? Jool had said I was going backwards, it was and is the only way I know how. I did it because it was it was a familiar path. No surprises.
I walk through the Command Carrier all I know is that they are taking me to see their captain. My fate unknown. Fate, stupid human hopes. There is no fate; I don't believe there is.
Command Carriers always remind me of Peacekeeper life. The memory then leads to the cycles I had on Moya where the nightmares and dreams begin. I know now that I regret a lot of things, things that could have been easily avoided yet I was too stubborn. Maybe some things are meant to be that way.
They stop at a door and I stop with them. One of the two Peacekeepers goes in. He shuts the door behind him. I hear exchanges through the door for a few microts. The Peacekeeper comes back out and mentions the other one to take me in. I oblige.
I walk into the room with confidence and pride. I am not afraid of what they will do. The room looks the same as any other but I feel uncomfortable in it. The two Peacekeepers have left leaving me standing on my own in handcuffs, in front of the desk. On the desk is a hologram; I recognize it as my Peacekeeper file. They still kept it? I thought they bury it all of them and even then it would take quite sometime to track down. The Captain sat behind the desk in the chair, back towards me.
A woman dressed in red stood by the table. She looks Sebacean but I learnt that looks can be deceiving. She studies me but says nothing. She wears no uniform, a slave? No, she wears no collar. So what is she? Surely Peacekeepers would not accept her, however she does wear a weapon.
I realize it has been microts since I have walked into the room. It is silent, but I refuse to be the one to talk first.
"The Radiant Aeryn Sun."
The voice sends chills down my spine. The name so familiar and only used by *that* person.
The Captain turns in his chair. His eyes are blue. They are cold, unwelcoming and unemotional. Three features which never use to exist. He doesn't look at me at the start but looks at my record. He turns it off and leans back into the chair.
If it were any other Peacekeeper Captain I would not be scared but this surprises me. Something that has not happened to me in cycles.
I was to hunt and retrieve the prey but under his glaze I feel like the prey.
Under the glaze of Peacekeeper Captain John Crichton.