The piece memorial planet that was once her home disappeared in the horizon as her prowler was fading further into the uncharted territories. Her pulse was steady, calm after the traumatic memories of her childhood woke up once again in her mind. She seemed to be paying attention to her travel vector, her look straight forward, her skinny fingers handling the controls of the confined prowler whose defect lights only lit up half of her face, describing her actual state of mind. Half her thoughts mingled steadily in her body and operated the prowler, while half of them were astrally looting, looking for the right planet where her hungry soul could uncover the knowledge to spawn her growing power.

It was Maldis' last gift, the ability to exist in two realms one, corporeal where the five senses were responsible for the perception, and another incorporeal where her sixth sense could track metal leakage of thoughts, auras and characteristics of planets. It was her GPS, mapping system of places she visited and places she wanted to visit. But it had a down fall to it, her power drained too fast, she couldn't last long before her spirit drained, she had to make leaps back and forward to her physical body every few microts.

In a leap of this kind she found the ideal planet where she could find all the answers she needed. Her spirit felt a strong reek of death, hate, fear and pain wrapped in a net of lies and mysteries. Her eyes opened in the small peacekeeper prowler where her body settled, and a contemptuous smile flourished on her face once she realized she had already visited such a destination – Valdun the planet of miserable mystics and hiding fugitives. She didn't realize it the first time she was there, but now, when the last piece of the scared little girl had drowned in the pool of hate inside her, she finally had a clear picture of who wielded the missing knowledge in order for her to be able to sustain herself into the other realm – an excommunicated Luxan Orican hiding on none other planet, but Valdun.

Her prowler landed on what used to be a landing station on this dying planet, and as soon as her boots stepped on the ground she knew where to find what she was looking for. The lazy breeze filled her nostrils with reeking odor of rotting bodies, matching the haze constantly swallowing the slowly crumbling buildings while she followed the aura of the dying Luxan Orican. Her sense took her to small room in a cheap motel close to the landing station. Her hand hesitated once she heard the Orican's voice, welcoming her inside as she touched the cold, metal handle of the rusty door:

"Come in, don't be shy," the old Luxan spoke sarcastically.

Cyntrina broke the metal door in half in her rage once she discovered she couldn't surprise this old Luxan witch, but she wasn't going to back away – she came to kill this beastly looking old woman with long tentacles hanging from her wrinkled face. She lied helplessly on her bed struggling for every breath she took.

"Hello old one, have you said your prayers to your Luxan ancestors?"

Once the Orican saw the vague light fall on the dark silhouette entering her room she saw her executioner, a seemingly young, beautiful on the outside Sebacean woman. The color of Luxan blood in her hair, lips and eyebrows dramatically standing out on a pale round face, carrying the cold expression of a true ripper. The old woman wasn't afraid, feelings had stopped visiting her heart long ago, just as health kept eluding her old and sick body. Cyntrina was disappointed from the cold this woman carried in her heart, she was barely alive, a thought of letting her go swiftly vanished as fast as it appeared.

"Tell me, shallow one is my death going to be slow and painful, or will it all end up quick?"

The Luxan barely made out her thought into words.

"It depends, if you give me what I want I will make it quick"

Cyntrina probed the Orican's loyalty to her craft while the sound of her boots nearing the sick woman's bed filled the room.

The Orican's laughter banned her next step, leaving her mesmerized while she was stalking her as pray:

"What's so funny you old mystic?"

"I can see it all; you will fail, even if I give you the knowledge for sustainment in another realm"

Cyntrina stood in front of the fire, whose warmth and light started fading from her shadow just as the life of the old woman in the bed was nearing to its end, crossing her arms and spreading her legs her voice spoke:

"Even if you were offering that nifty ability to see certain outcomes, I wouldn't want it, since it takes too much energy that I obviously steal, can't generate. Any last words of wisdom old woman?" She lifted her arm above the Luxan's head and waited awhile just as her heart started beating faster.

"Now only this, fear no man, but the one who wants you to consume him" the Orican whispered with her last breath as Cyntrina's hand made one strong grip and then turned to her holding the Orican's essence. She looked at the mystic for a microt and just before she absorbed her soul, with disgust curled on her lips she said:

"I hate mystics; they smell bad and are so… well mystic"

After consuming the essence, she left the lifeless body of the Luxan mystic to rot in the dark, cold cheap motel room. She climbed a few floors up to her room where she always slept every time she visited Valdun, now she had a new power to develop; the secret she stole from the Luxan had to be meditated upon.

The flames from the fire burning inside a metal barrel were dancing on the walls of the cheap motel room Cyntrina called home on Valdun. She watched at the fire while she sat on the torn bed cover. Thoughts of vengeance against John, Aeryn and D'Argo obsessed her mind as her rage was building up, when it climaxed she broke the remaining glass of the windows of the room with her thoughts. After this incident she thought to herself:

"Look at me, I'm a complete mess. I can't hunt them down like this"

Her hands intensely grabbed her head

"I need a plan, a way to get all of them in a tight spot"

With her fingers sliding down her face and stopping on her lips she wandered

"What do I know about them? I know they are Peacekeeper soldiers, a Stykera and a Luxan warrior"

A swing of her hand threw the table in front of her out the broken window, falling on the head of a passing mystic at the bottom. Seeing how an object left one room, and ended up in a much less dense environment where the lack of substance made it fall, she immediately taught of Maldis.

Yotz, she needed the old frelnik but the void between was beyond passing. But maybe she didn't actually need him, his thoughts could be enough and she had that from their last encounter. This provoked a perverted smile on her face, satisfied with the fact she had a place to start she began her meditation in order to remember every single thing Maldis knew about these creatures.

Her growing powers allowed her to see everything Maldis went through the first time he encountered them. She saw him getting dispersed by Zhaan and putting himself back together with his last strength. But most importantly, she learned Crichton was a human, coming from a place called Earth.

She saw it all. When she finished meditating it was clear – since they managed to destroy a creature as powerful as Maldis her powers were not enough.

"I will need some help …"

And suddenly it hit her; Enemies! They are bound to have and/or make some enemies along the way. Her mind immediately thought of captain Crais and his grudge for Crichton

"I can't work with Peacekeepers, It's too messy, too official besides where's the fun without competition"

She walked to the window, wearing nothing but a red meditating cloak, feeling the foul smell of Valdun's air carried on a breeze that dispersed her hair backwards, she made a decision, she would dedicate her time and powers to finding out everything the escaped prisoners did in order to stay free.

Time went on, she witnessed everything that made Moya's crew notorious, she tracked their steps from the shadows always lurking but never coming too close. She saw the fall of peacekeeper captains, higher ranks and commanders. One after another, every single one that went head on with them lost at the end. Even the Scarrans lost a dreadnought when they tried to kill them.

Her plan to get allies was looking better when she found out about Chiana. She was sitting at a bar on one of the planets Zhaan, Chiana and Rygel visited in their search for John, Aeryn and D'Argo. She saw that Chiana found her way on Moya.

"Nebari, this I can use."

The following conversation of two Luxan outcasts made her believe Chiana too, was a prisoner.

"Three prisoners: Delvian, Nebari and Hynerian looking for two Sebacean frelniks. Is it just me, is it this raslak or does that sound like an opening for a very bad joke?"

The other Luxan replied:

"You need another raslak"

Confused and looking at his half full bottle he asked his friend

"Why?"

Barely containing his urge to laugh the other one shouted:

"So you can think of the rest of the joke" their laughs bounced off the walls while Cyntrina exited the bar.

The thought of the Nebari being after all of them for hiding their prisoner brought her a spark in the eyes and a smile on the lips. To confirm her suspicions she killed a few Nebari spies and learned about Chiana's value

"So, the Nebari are looking for them too. Good let's see who else I can use"

Soon enough, her list got the next candidate when she found out about Moya and Talyn running into the Plokavians. She broke into a Plokavian weapons container where by killing the guards she learned the Plokavians dispersed a Stykera.

"Idiots, you don't disperse Stykeras, they can survive that."

Her quest led her to an icy planet known for the expensive medical services. She found track marks of a leviathan transport pod, a peacekeeper prowler and a marauder as soon as she landed. She stood on the snow while the icy wind blew right threw her long, black blazer, looking at the facility carved in the ice. She went inside to find it abandoned, but she never gave up only because her five senses told her the place was empty, after all the sixth sense she mastered, collaboration of a Luxan Orican led her to this place. She focused on any auras, any mental activity going on, and soon enough, she found the storage unit where they kept the frozen donors for medical purposes. It was a colossal white, icy space filled with countless tall cone shaped freezing units, each containing the body of one donor. Frozen alive, their squealing voices reaching out from the distance, begging to die merely annoyed her since didn't care for any of them. She only cared for the voice that stood out from the crowd of half dead – Grunchlk.

His ugly, frosted face peeked through one of the freezing unit's small, circular window that served as a means of confirmation to what was written in the manifest next to it. This manifest said Scarran, but what she saw through the window convinced her otherwise. The unit screeched and bended under the amount of pressure she applied with her telepathic power, until its door finally yielded and fell off. She tied Grunchlk with a thick wire she tore from the unit, and pulled him to one of the rooms he rented in the higher levels of the facility.

Leaning against the wall, Grunchlk seemed to be unfreezing for decades, but her patience had grown in her pursuit for the escaped prisoners. She always found a way not to fall into the temptation to approach them, to let them know she could find them whenever she wanted, do whatever she wanted with their minuscule bodies, deflecting their pulse blasts, and killing them slowly at the end. But killing them wasn't enough; she wanted them to suffer, to see their races beg for mercy under her boots … her hateful daydream on the armchair was interrupted when her prisoner was finally awaken, and slowly begun realizing his situation. With a hole in his arm from the peacekeepers, and his head in a daze from the cold he asked:

"What happened, am I dead?

"No. at least not yet"

She answered, putting her legs gracefully one over the other on the armchair. When he saw this beautiful young, pale thing sitting sensually in his chair, not noticing the thick rubber wire around his chest, he unsuccessfully tried to get up and get closer saying:

"Hello, where did you come from? I must be dreaming, did you save my life …"

His voice stopped once he realized he was her prisoner. The discussion continued as she lifted her body from the chair and with a slow, sensual walk she came close to him, putting her heel on the wall next to his head while her long, black blazer dangled behind her leg:

"Yes, I saved you from spending eternity in a freezer, no I am not attracted to you in any possible way, and yes you are my prisoner. You are gonna tell me everything you know about the ones who sought medical care from your doctor"

"Sorry doll, the doc is dead and my services weather medical, translational or informational come with a price"

"I don't think you realize the seriousness of this situation, you see"

Uncrossing her hands, with her head proudly glaring at the ceiling she dug her long, black heel into his wound.

"I can do this, and many other things all day. I suggest you tell me all that I want to know because, you are just too ugly to be killed"

Grunchlk's eyes squeezed tightly from the pain, and a high pitch pig like voice came out from his throat. His pain was a tasty snack for her, making her look down as his body shook and his face distorted in agony.

"Ok, ok I'll talk. The peacekeepers were here with Scorpius, the Scarran half breed that's after the knowledge John Crichton possess in his head"

He stopped talking, and just to motivate him, she reeled her heel even deeper menacingly yelling:

"And the others, why were they here?"

"What others, there were no others" a tense voice came off his mouth as he leaned on the side in pain

"John, Aeryn, D'Argo, Stark, Zhaan and the Dominar, why were they here?"

"Their living ship was burned badly"

"Everything, Grunchlk tell me everything, stop struggling, I can tell when you are hiding something"

She pushed her hill even deeper into his arm, inch after inch as it slowly slid further, she could hear the cracking of the bone as the hole was expanding under the pressure of her leg. Grunchlk's pain intensified when her hill hit the wall behind him, nailed on the wall with a female boot high heel, unable to tolerate the pain his screams almost broke the thin ice of the chandelier hanging of the roof. Cyntrina noticed her snack was preventing him from even thinking about what she needed to know, so wanting a little more of his pain, she pulled her heel out of him in a blink of an eye. White blood gushed of his arm from the hole that was even bigger than before, causing him to shake in pain and scream like a pig right before slaughter. He barely came to his senses making Cyntrina wait in boredom as the pain slowly decreased its intensity. His breathing barely stabilized, and taking a deep breath he continued with a tormented whisper:

"They came here, to remove a micro chip Scorpius put in Crichton's head a while back. He put it there to gather information about wormholes, traveling through them and making weapons out of them"

Standing over his shriveled body with her glove caressing her lips, a thought passed her mind

"So, Crichton can manipulate wormholes"

This pathetic creature actually gave her an idea, she could try leaping astrally into a wormhole, that way the risk of dying would be minuscule, and she could even find Earth. Once he was done talking she turned to Grunchlk and said:

"Ok, listen up I am not hungry and even if I was I wouldn't consume a meal as nasty as you, a girl's got to have standards"

Happy he was going to stay alive, he spoke:

"Thank you for saving my life, and not taking it afterwards whoever you are"

She knelled before him, ominously looking into his eyes causing him to retire into the wall:

"But if you are lying to me … I will kill you"

Seeing and sensing he was honest, her long legs stretched before his following eyes, she looked down one last time before leaving the frozen dump of a planet, and left him unsatisfied with her answer:

"Thank you, and no I won't tell you my name"

After this event on the ice planet, she returned on the planet of shadows – Valdun preparing, meditating, and feeding, so she could gather mental power to track them down. Every night as she meditated her astral leaps lasted longer, covered more distance, but drained almost all of her power. Until one night, she sat in her room and noticed the smell of death on Valdun was a distraction; it only tickled her appetite, made her hungry. That was the reason her spirit kept returning, it wasn't her astral sense that was weak – it was the physical senses, her nose smelling the mortal scent of the decomposing bodies, her ears hearing the moans of the dying in the rooms next to hers.

"I can't have that"

She thought, and stood up from the bed reaching for her clothes, as the red silk cloak unveiled her body. After getting dressed, she headed straight to the dealer she knew always hung out in the dreadful lobby dealing dead bodies.

"I need incense and a golden pyramid" the dealer heard her voice from behind him.

"Is it my favorite evil witch I am hearing?"

He toyed with her, since she was the main reason many mystics ended up dead in her quest for knowledge.

"Yes, fekkik it's me. Do you have what I need?"

"Here is my fine collection of golden pyramids"

He pulled his empty, filthy hands off his pockets, and put them in front of her. Her slightly squinted eyes looked at him with annoyance:

"Don't play dumb with me, you know how much I hate sarcasm"

"Incense I can give you, but anything golden gets robbed before it even lands on this planet"

His scarred lips moved in regret, while his half bald, pale head made a slight sway toward the landing station, looking at none other than Aeryn Sun's mother – Zalax Sun:

"You will have to deal with her; she's the only one with gold around here, and no one is stupid enough to rob her"

Cyntrina's eyes feasted on the view of this tough, senior peacekeeper officer walking in this dump of a joint, half burned face, covered with a hooded coat that went down to her knees, warn out red special unit peacekeeper uniform peeking from under it, and an artificial wooden leg she put on the place of the one she amputated herself. She was magnificent, a peacekeeper version of herself, but without the mental powers. She sat on a table in what was left from the bar, drinking some raslak all alone.

"When did she get here?"

Cyntrina's curiosity peeked from the wail of anger she always wore:

"Just a few arns ago, she landed and started bribing everyone. She's a fugitive from the Peacekeepers"

The dealer answered leaning over his reception desk.

"Say hi, she doesn't bite… much"

A contemptuous smile brought his bad teeth to light, making Cyntrina walk away with disgust.

"Thank you for not doing that sooner"

Zalax's head lifted to the sight of someone sitting on the decaying seat across her, seeing Cyntrina grinning with curiosity on her face she spoke:

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

"I am someone who can give you what you need, for a price"

She answered crossing her legs, and leaning her head on her hand.

"You have three seconds to get up from that chair before I …"

Zalax didn't even finish the sentence, before Cyntrina's interruption:

"Or you will shoot me with your gun under the table"

Zalax looked at her, unimpressed and replied:

"My upbringing gives me away"

Cyntrina's eyes looked deep into this tormented woman's thoughts, and found a tasty hate full meal

"How would your upbringing as you say, tell me about the daughter that ruined your happy little peacekeeper life? Aeryn I think it's her name?"

Zalax jumped on her feet and pushed the table towards Cyntrina in an attempt to capture, and then question her, bur her effort seemed to be useless once the pray somehow, threw the table across the room with a swing of her hand. Finally amazement emerged on her face:

"How did you?… what the?..."

"Let me make it easy for you"

Still sitting on the chair, she swiftly pushed the piece of broken glass from Zalax's bottle off her leather blazer with her hand, and proceeded widening her deep, dark eyes:

"I, can read minds. Yours is like an open book to me, you want to find your daughter, and make her suffer the way you did when you lost everything because of her"

"Why do tell me this?"

"Because you have something I want"

"And what is that?"

"Gold or a golden pyramid whatever, one of them will serve me"

Zalax put her hand in her pocket, and slowly pulled out a small pyramid shaped golden object. Once the light touched it, its' strange shapes carved around it danced before Cyntrina's greedy eyes. On the three sides of the tiny pyramid were three totally different symbols, one early Sebacean, one Interon and the last one, unknown to both of them was an eye, smooth yet symmetrical, with a strange line that was slightly bent under an angle, curled at the end and a triangular shape coming out of it. Just as she tried to reach for it, Zalax covered it with her fingers and pulled her hand up, behind her head.

"If I give you this, what can you do for me?"

"Well, I can try not killing you, does that work for you?"

"Don't play games with me; even with your powers I can still kill you"

"Ok, you can try but it won't work. On the other hand, if I try it will work"

"You think you can trust my thoughts? Think again"

Zalax replied with a smile shrouded with rage, ominously standing in front of Cyntrina, and looking at the crowd behind her.

"Oh, you have acolytes that will shoot me dead if I try to kill you? Good to know. You have my attention what do you want"

She sat on the chair, once again looking at what was left of once exemplary peacekeeper officer. Zalax too, set on her chair and with her palms locked in a knot spoke:

"I have information that a Leviathan/peacekeeper gun ship is coming this way. On it is Aeryn, I want you to tell me her thoughts and a way to destroy her"

Cyntrina couldn't believe her ears; Aeryn was coming to her planet! What a day, first the mother and now the daughter, and better yet she was going to get a chance to dive into her feelings, thoughts and fears. She didn't let her excitement get the better of her and with a cold, blatant expression on her face she answered:

"Alright, but first give me my pyramid"

"You better deliver"

Zalax looked at her, with those empty menacing eyes, and threw the pyramid to this powerful creature she didn't want close to her any longer. She didn't want her deepest pain to be put to words by some stranger with telepathic and telekinetic powers. What her heart was truly aching for, love and forgiveness. All those years of killing, serving as an assassin made her bitter, ruthless and merciless, but deep down she didn't want any of it, she wanted to get away from all that rage and find piece…

"You won't be disappointed"

Cyntrina answered, and walked away from the disillusion this woman's thoughts and feelings brought her. She was walking up the stairs to her room, thinking of Zalax with disgust:

"I want to destroy her, make her suffer – frelling hypocrite what you really want, is to die you old worn out tralk. Sometimes, I really hate it when they think they can hide things from me, it's like you are eating a great pie, with crispy outside but mushy crap on the inside it just reels you in, and then knocks you out with the stench Yak!"

The walls of her room embraced the aroma of burning incense, suppressing the strong odor of death bound in the planet's atmosphere.

"Much better"

Taking a deep whiff, she sat on the bed with the pyramid Zalax gave her jammed on a cheap copper necklace she ripped off one of the dead bodies.

"Now, let's see if this helps me focus"

Her spirit parted from her body, lifting in Valdun's upper atmosphere and to her surprise, this time it was different. Her movements were easy and smooth, all the way throughout her stroll around Valdun, unlike all the other times, when her body kept pulling back and blurred her perspective, now clear in this weightless dive when she finally unlocked the secret that enabled her to see just how amazing, and how beautiful this collapsing planet actually was from up there. She could see what used to be a shore line, where there once was a stunning ocean, now was an infinite desert swallowing the sinking cities at a slow rate.

Even the rays of the star that gave the dim light of the days on Valdun got to her spirit, making the temperature of her physical body rise

"Oh, now this I didn't foresee"

She thought while plunging in the dark, thick clouds griping the planet.

"Now this is freedom, the Luxan was right. Well she also said a man will ruin my plan and that is simply, not going to happen"

Her angry spirit roamed in Valdun's sky, hair dark as night, waving like the most gentle of all canvases, a body stretching gracefully, dispersing the clouds covered in red silk complementing her movements. A truly beautiful sight for the mystics that could see it.

Her dance in the sky was interrupted when she anticipated a message, coming out of a prowler to a communication device on the planet.

"Peacekeeper, secured lines – well for someone other than me" she thought, rushing to see who was piloting it. Getting close, through the glass she saw a familiar party – Aeryn Sun. But something was wrong, the lack of emotion on her face made it even more difficult to notice her feelings, she seemed absent, not thinking about anything but her meeting, a level of focus she admired. Tucked up closely to the prowler, she listened to the ongoing conversation

"Comms are secured; landing in less than 10 microts"

"Positive identification of your vessel, rendezvous in 15 microts, north corner"

"Copy that, over"

Cyntrina was getting frustrated; all this peacekeeper chit chat annoyed her ridiculously.

"Why can't they ever keep it simple and say, "Hey I'm here" and "Ok, meet me at the pathetic excuse for a hotel" every once in a while"

She couldn't risk some mystic seeing her spirit and letting Aeryn know she was spying, so she reunited with her body, exhaling deeply, she put out the burning incense and rushed to the bar of the neighboring hotel. Aeryn and another female Sebacean were already there, Aeryn was the way she remembered her to be, a solider with a tight green sweater – standard peacekeeper issue, black leather pants joined in boots, and her black heavy looking guns. To someone who didn't know her, she looked like she was still a peacekeeper.

The other Sebacean was particularly intriguing, wearing an old olive green blanket over her head that served also as a coat, long skirt covered her legs with dark brown and a tunic, barely noticeable from the way she stooped in her walk, clothes that blended right in the crowd of the planet. If she didn't know better, the clothes and her face, smudged with filth could fool her for another mystic. They sat on two separate booths in the right, dark corner with their backs turned at each other, and their looks in front of them. The following discussion intrigued Cyntrina's mind, as she walked indifferently to the other corner of the bar, got comfortable on the one booth in decent condition for seating, and stared listening to their words and feeling their emotions.

Aeryn: "Name and regiment?"

The Sebacean: "Dita Haern, former peacekeeper officer delta team"

Aeryn:"Delta team?"

Dita:"does that surprise you"

Aeryn:"No, I haven't heard of such unit"

Dita:"We don't exist to the peacekeepers, that's the reason for your confusion"

Aeryn:"Why did you want to meet me?"

Dita:"You are a defector from the Peacekeepers, something we have in common"

Aeryn:"What do you want?"

Dita:"To recruit you"

Aeryn:"To do what exactly?"

Dita:"Our unit monitors massive murder activities, and deploys missions of treat elimination"

Aeryn:"You are working independently from the peacekeepers, and perform assassinations?"

Dita:"Not quite, we operate under command of a few commandos whose names are familiar to clearance level 9"

Aeryn:"I thought there were only 5 levels of rank clearance?"

Dita:"So did I before I entered the covert squad elite training"

Aeryn:"You are a spy?"

Dita:"Something of that kind."

Aeryn:"What do you need me for?"

Dita:"Mission requirement"

Aeryn:"What mission, what are you talking about?"

Dita:"My job is to gather intelligence, and procure an assassin for my next mission"

Aeryn:"Alright, so you want me?"

Dita:"Yes, since we have few resources available and I handle multiple grounds"

Aeryn:"I will think about it"

Dita:"I need your answer in 5 planet rotations, I can't stay any longer"

Aeryn:"See you in 5 days then"

Dita:"same place, same time"

They parted just as they met; secretly, first Aeryn got up and walked to the lobby, then after a few microts the other Sebacean was gone.

"So, considering becoming an assassin? That offers possibilities"

Cyntrina thought to herself, while her fingers played with one of the cigar holes in the cheap, old velvet of the booth.

Aeryn was ignorant of the spirit that constantly surrounded her, as she hit rock bottom on this forsaken planet of the dead. Constantly creeping over her every move, cooking up a plan for her mother in order to make the pain even harder, stronger. Cyntrina was surprised to find that for Aeryn was grieving for John's death, she had memories of him dying a slow death in her arms, memories that made her blow a hole in the collapsing wall of her room, thinking John got away from her, she couldn't kill him, couldn't enslave his kind. But satisfaction lit up her face once again when Aeryn's mind thought of the other John, the clone swearing loyalty to the John that died.

"There were two of them, still one left"

Cyntrina's mind found a satisfactory answer. When Zalax failed in her attempt to kill Aeryn, Cyntrina was elated, she couldn't get close to see it happen because of the Stykera – Stark, and his power to see spirits but once she saw Aeryn, sitting on the booth from the first time she got on Valdun, as her memories floated while she waited for Dita, she fed of the pain Aeryn was reliving. Assuming her previous position, she waited for the spy too, and when she came the conversation brought her some valuable revelations:

Dita:"Your answer?"

Aeryn:"I accept"

Dita:"good, in 20 solar days, encode your personal sequence in this device, the team, meeting place and target is here, if you do it sooner, or enter the wrong code it will self-destruct " she then pulled out a small circular beacon from her tunic and passed it to Aeryn.

Aeryn, feeling the cold metal on her hand answered:"Will I ever see you again?"

Dita:"No, no one ever does, I will be recruited as an assassin if you are terminated or if you desert. Good luck"

Aeryn:"Goodbye"

Just as Aeryn left, Cyntrina picked her next lunch. This time it wasn't getting away, she got up, and begun stalking her pray, waiting for Dita to take her to her vessel; She was very careful, well trained, master in disguises but still, no match for a predator that took more than 300 cycles to perfect it's evolution. Once Cyntrina saw her going towards the underground part of the boarding station, all alone with a jumpy step, she moved in quickly, knocking her on the ground, she stood on her back with a face full of contempt and hand over Dita's body, that was paralyzed in fear from this unknown enemy threatening her life and her mission:

Cyntrina:"Hello spy"

Dita:"Nah, nah-ana-te" she mumbled something deceivingly, totally surprised by the attack

Cyntrina: "There is really no need for that; I know who you really are"

Dita:"How?"

Cyntrina:"I don't usually engage conversation with my food, but I guess a girl can make an exception or two, think about the mission you recruited Aeryn Sun for, and I might just tell you my secret"

Under her boot, laying helplessly with face full of dust, she thought about the mission but her ignorance about Cyntrina's powers led to a last attempt to deceive her:

"Food? Mission? You are one crazy tralk. I'm just a thief"

Cyntrina:"Off course you are, and I am queen of Valdun, where is your base of operation"

Dita, thinking to herself with expression shrouded in confusion:

"I really don't know"

Cyntrina, bored and a little annoyed:

"Fine, I'll do it the easy way"

Her boot moved away from her back, and just as Dita's body made a fling in the air, in an attempt to kill this enemy that came out of nowhere, Cyntrina extended her arm towards her, and with a slight turn of her palm on the left Dita's neck made a snapping noise, braking in an instance. Not wasting any precious time, she took her essence and every secret, fear, mission details, resource management, intelligence codes, everything, but one glitch – the location of the main base, and the details of Aeryn's mission, but that wasn't a problem for her – she was going to follow Aeryn to the base anyway. Dita was a ghost, a face with no name a simple recruiter of assassins that no one but her handling officer knew, a detail that could be easily handled, since he was also always looking for deserters. She stood over her body, looking for her guns and her identification chip, slowly removing Dita's clothes she thought:

"Even if the frelling galaxy freezes over, I wouldn't put that on me. Lucky for me, and my excellent clothing habits, she was always under cover"

Amazed by all the artillery Dita had under the blanket, her thoughts made sense of every piece of weapon she carried, with help of the knowledge of the dead spy whose role she planed on taking over, once Aeryn was done with her mission.

"Thank you for your cooperation"

Her voice broke the numb silence in the space parking venue, followed by the sound of her heels mounting the steps of the red and black slaughter vessel. Once she was in, her reaction to the many deadly toys was absolutely hilarious; she kept spinning around in circles, frantically checking it out, her fingers were on fire with the hologram generator in the control room, whipping up 3D models of the vessel and it's many hits. Pure joy, rattled her face with crazy look, and even crazier smile until finally the excitement wore off, and she threw herself on the red comfortable driver seat.

"Now, this is a sweet ride. Let's see just how fast it can go"

She powered it up, and the vibrations it emitted from being in a confined space added to the fun she was having even more, while she was priming the main cannon to blow a hole in the roof of the underground hall. The crumbling thunder the shot provoked, left her eyes staring in the flying rubble with her mouth open:

"Woow, got to love a big cannon"

Exiting the hall in a blink of an eye, she took one last glance of Valdun, the planet were her powers grew immensely, where she started practicing patience, learned how to meditate, and unleash her spirit further into space, a place that gave her the necessary knowledge to become the vicious predator she needed to be.

"Who would have thought a dump like this could offer so much."

Abruptly pulling the control wheel up, she exited Valdun's atmosphere accelerating to maximum speed. Once she was done playing, she sat in the vessel's headquarters and begun her meditation, searching for Aeryn in order to get to Moya. Her spirit locked on Aeryn's essence, moving faster than light and seeing the universe in a different way. Everything was moving, the stars seemed to travel besides her, leaving trails of light behind, this almost made her lose focus, but the pyramid Zalax gave her did its trick, channeling her spirit even further until finally, she reached Moya.

Her spirit was floating just a few meters from the Leviathan, barely recognizable in the dark, but she found it, after so many cycles of looking; now, it stood right in front of her eyes, amazing them with its lights softly moving, and breaking up the darkness in her travel. Her spirit penetrated the skin of the tear shaped biomechanoid beast and begun her stroll. She was in one of the transport hangars, gracefully bouncing around its half circle bronze colored walls, smelling the gas fumes of the leviathan transport pods, Aeryn's peacekeeper prowler and some primitive module that caught her attention.

She put her bare feet on the rough floor, right next to it and started looking at the strange, white, triangle shaped piece of barely flight descent, aerodynamic disaster.

"This has to be human; it's the most pathetic thing that has ever floated in space!"

The echoing voice of ultimate disappointment, the hand on the chin accompanied with her rolling eyes made it obvious she was bored even though she struck gold. She got closer to the module, touching it with her translucent, red hand she caught a small glimpse of Earth, some black symbols glued on to its white surface. The single dark symbols varied in size and were confusing her, but the one that caught her interest, was the rectangle. Made of red and white stripes, containing a blue square in the left corner filled with 52 other tiny symbols.

"This looks like a logo of some kind"

She leaned over the American flag, and studied it in great detail until the DRDS interrupted her, with their nervous mingling around her spirit, vaguely sensing her presence.

"Frell, I forgot about the diagnostic repair drones every leviathan has. Time to catch up with myself"

She exited the living ship, and floated right behind it while her body was closing in, attracted to her calls. Her presence was astonishing, a red gloating spirit, breaking the darkness with her delicate movements covered in red silk that caressed the translucent body. In her slow dance, she saw Aeryn's prowler slowly exiting the leviathan accompanied by John's module. She witnessed everything they felt for each other, John's deep love for her brought pain to his heart on the thought of her parting, Aeryn's painful memories of the lost lover that tore her soul in two.

"Well, well, well she is finally off to the base"

Her spirit mumbled, gripping to Aeryn's prowler. She had the details of her mission – Aeryn was going after a Lukythian prime leader, but the main base of operation was still unknown to her, since Aeryn never went there. The team of four assassins met on a small commerce station not far from Moya. Since her body was still traveling, she stuck with them throughout the whole time they executed the mission. It was a complete success, they left a trail of dead bodies for her to feast on, but what they didn't know at the time, was that a neurotoxin was released in the air, once the prime leader's head got blown by a pulse blast. They sunk rapidly into Sebacean heat delirium, drifting in space. Cyntrina entered each of three prowlers, and consumed what was left of their essence, watching them go out like the vague red lights from their prowlers.

Finally she headed to Aeryn's prowler, but she realized Aeryn was gone, someone took her while she was busy feeding, the only time she lost her sensitivity. Her spirit was raging in screams between the desire to go after her, and finish her off and the duty that lied before her – to find the secret base. Finally, once reason prevailed and her spirit reunited with her body, she decided not to lose precious time and go in search of the base. The complete picture of the three races, soon to be her allies – Nebari, Lukythian and Plokavian was revealed. Her search for the command base of the assassins was of vital meaning – only there she could find the necessary resources to put the three leaders in one place.

Her quest led her to a small dark planet hiding in the shadow of a gas giant, a place that a small group of assassins were using as base for secret operations. She found its mental leakage very intriguing, dedication and hate with a touch of fear from exposure. She landed her modified marauder, and watched the red and black peacekeeper uniforms appear in the cloud of mist surrounding the planet, crawling around her in less than a microt. The silver medallion just under the neck gave out their leader, who ordered her to exit the vessel.

She accepted to play by their rules, and exited her prowler with her hands up. Although it was dark, the light coming from her vessel enabled her to see their faces, while her mind was catching on to their frantic thoughts about exposure. With their weapons pointed at her, the young man's lips went off in a fast, but coordinated manner:

"Captain Minir Cruze Ustar Regiment special duty assignment. Identify yourself or face retribution"

She jumped of the prowler, animating the mist and looking at the soldiers' fast reflexes with amazement as she spoke:

"You know, for ex peacekeeper delta force you haven't lost your touch"

The soldiers didn't even flinch on her comment; their pulse pistols were still locked on her body, awaiting orders from their captain who slowly approached what seemed to be hostile visitor on their secret base, with his hands behind his back. He's firm steps stopped disturbing the mist in front of her, and taking a deep breath from the air with a vague anesthetic smell he answered:

"Name and regiment"

Seeing how they weren't surprised by her knowing this data, the pieces of the puzzle fell down pretty quick in her mind – she found the assassins base of operation:

"Officer Dita Haern delta regiment"

The captain, having read a report about this asset and her latest recruit, suspiciously asked:

"Last recruit and asset position?"

Cyntrina knew the answer all too well:

"Ex Officer Aeryn Sun, position – deserted"

Doubt took over the face of the young captain, but her story was believable since officer Sun was considered mission terminated, and once the recruit is dead or deserted the recruiter got change of ranks – from intelligence gathering, to mission enforcement, and Dita's reports were speaking for themselves. What he didn't know, was the real officer Dita Haern's body was laying face down on Valdun – doing of Cyntrina of course. Eventually, the tension broke when the captain decided to trust her, a decision that would prove to be wrong. He offered a friendly hug, taking her in his arms, and a pat on the shoulder with the words:

"Welcome to a different kind of defense"

Her eyes lit up in contempt, when she saw the pulls pistols lowering and realized her cover as a former spy for the peacekeepers worked perfectly, now all she had to do was steal some of their resources, and locate the leaders of the three races chasing the escaped prisoners, The Plokavians, Nebari and Lukythians. Plotting the way to do this in her mind, she walked with firm, steady step on the planet's cold surface shrouded in anesthetic mist, together with the team that almost killed her on her arrival.

"Diluted anesthetic mist, smart move when you don't want anyone spying on you" she broke the silence of their walk to the underground base.

"Yes, idea of the captain before me due to a previous incident of exposure. That's why, we now take severe measures"

The captain answered, with his knees on the steal horizontal entrance putting in his code in the lock.

"Impressive, mist on the surface, underground base" she raised her eyebrow curiously

"The mist also contributes for the constant formation of clouds, making it even more difficult for locating our base"

The captain continued proudly, descending the stairs into the entrance of the full functioning buried command carrier.

"You are using the dense gravity of this planet as a natural power source?"

She asked, bored by his ego and thoughts of pride in his genius solution.

"Yes, it was actually my idea"

The unsuspecting captain answered, with a vague gloat in his voice

"Cry me a river peacekeeper deserter, I'm not into all this commando stuff I should just kill them all right now and be done with it"

Her mind was bored by the detached uniform atmosphere that wasn't even a challenge for her mental powers – she could predict every single action without any effort.

"Keep it together Cyntrina, don't kill anyone you don't want them to hunt you as a killer but as a thief"

Their utter degree to which they dedicated to their missions annoyed her dreadfully, but she wasn't going to give herself away. The identification chip she stole from Officer Dita Haern, together with the pulse pistols, and the codes got her into the base undetected but her cover could get blown at any microt. The walk in the carrier served her to get a better picture for the peacekeepers, dark corridors, and if obedience had a scent, it would be the smell inside the buried command carrier. Captain Minir led her to her quarters but something bothered him all the way, like something was wrong but he couldn't quite put his finger on it;

"This is your premise, once we review your file, you will be summoned for further dealings"

He exited the room with a sharp, official attitude leaving Cyntrina in the tight room between the black walls and the tiny resting lounge. Confused and left feeling miniscule, she couldn't even hear her own whisper

"You call this a premise? The room on Valdun had more breathable air than this can. Whatever, I'll be leaving soon so who cares"

Knowing her cover would fall apart, once they see the file of officer Dita with the real picture of her, she hurried to the intelligence gathering facility. The data she got from the spy, and the assassins served her well, she walked around the command carrier as she had been there, avoiding any contact, with her spirit floating a head of her body she got to a surveillance cabin where she found a tall, fully functioning computing device, with hundreds of cables and entry points. Since she never killed a peacekeeper tech, and one wasn't anywhere near her she decided to brake in the system using her mental power:

"Well this will have to do, now let's try something new"

She jumped back in her body, and with her hands on the device, she pulled the data right off the system, it was like she was feeding on raw, refined data, actual words and numbers

"Yak, it tastes like painting canvas"

Her face shriveled in disgust, but she never gave up just because of some minor setback like – taste, and continued her quest for data even after the system intruder alarm went off, until the locations on all three leaders were inside her mind. The new Lukythian prime leader – Eneck D'Naho, the Nebari leader – Uralus and the Plokavian – Xeracs Lognata. Dramatically opening her eyes, a smile emerged on her face as she headed to the disguise generator, just a few meters from the cabin. The command carrier was on lock down, with all the operatives frantically hunting for an intruder, but no one noticed her slipping into the generator and designing a new cover identity for her next mission. After consuming the raw data from the computing device, the smell of fabric inside the generator gave her cramps but she toughened it up, proceeding with cover sequence voice command:

"Cover sequence – delta force, operating officer – Dita Haern, clearance level 6, objective – diplomatic identity kit, extent – full cover, vessel included, access to vessel – immediate"

After one, long microt of tense standby after she entered the machine, looking at the entrance of the generator, waiting for company in the narrow space between its reflective glass, the identity kit was ready and good to go, she grabbed the documents from the dispenser right above her, and the clothes from the one next to it and stood on the circular opening to the channel leading straight to the diplomatic vessel. She slid all way through the dark tunnel, landing outside the command carrier, right in the seat of the diplomatic ship, whose systems were also voice activated so the vessel spoke to her: "All systems at your command diplomat Zira Clit, insert coordinates to next location" her disapproval for the terrifying name screamed in her mind, while she was entering the coordinates in the vessel's system

"Oh, come one Zira Clit, really? iIt sounds more like a sexual laborer than one of a diplomat"

Her firm voice gave the next command:

"Coordinates entered proceed to location, maximum velocity"

The vessel ignited its four powerful engines, and the quick acceleration glued Cyntrina to the seat, but she knew this was necessary in order to get away from the base as soon as possible. Once she saw the base vanishing behind her, she finally relaxed and took a peek at the diplomatic craft. Unlike the battle designed ones, this ship had no weapons what so ever, its interior was white and the controls were golden. It was definitely not to her liking, she pulled a hologram of it, to see the shape and model – a flat, triangular, shape quite elegantly designed for speed, in the absence of weapons. That part she found appealing, she also liked the clothes, long skirt, open on the sides made out of purple silk, with golden high quality hemp right in the middle of it and a tight, purple corset with a golden triangular strap for the neck.

On the base, captain Minir finally figured out what caused the intelligence leakage, seeing the palm prints on the fried computing device, but had no idea what kind of creature would do such a thing:

"Give me Officer Dita Haern's file"

His forehead wrinkled in confusion, once he realized the woman he just put into his secret base was not Officer Dita, he lost his breath once he saw her life disk was off – she was dead. His angry tone bounced from the walls:

"Search all tears, find her!"

But it was too late. She was gone and somehow, she scrambled the system, the surveillance beacons were all fried and the memory storage was destroyed.

"She must have used the cover identity generator, check for missing vessels, and last alias provided"

But it was all in vain, the dispensers where the last printing memory was stored were destroyed, melted in some way. Not wanting to state the obvious, the troops stood obediently as the captain's head glared at them with confusion and worry. The second in command officer asked the captain with reserve:

"Sir, a diplomatic vessel is missing form hangar 2, orders?"

"Fix the identity generator, get the last alias"

"But Sir, even if we get the alias, she was in our surveillance system"

"Your point being, lieutenant?"

"She could be anywhere, and we can't risk broadcasting a message about a rogue diplomat"

The captain's face sunk into the realization, there was a dangerous alien agent with unknown agenda, wandering what to do he stood on command while his troops awaited command. Finally he spoke:

"Fix the computing system and the ident generator, ignore the last incident, we have bigger issues to deal with"

The second in command protested with disagreement, smeared all over her face

"But Sir, we don't know what intelligence she took?"

The captain responded fiercely turning to her face:

"Yes, but we do know there is an upcoming war, and can't afford wasting time looting for some thief! Resume your posts."

Once she had all the leaders on an asteroid in neutral territories, while the Scarran – Peacekeeper war was raging, her patience was coming to an end, laying on one of the threes, and waiting for the leaders to come out of the slumber. She induced them with some very potent herbs growing on this rock she found by coincidence. Shrouded in flora that weakened her sense of smell with its fragrances, she watched the exotic colors of the plants and the way they flourished when the star giving them life rose on the horizon.

The slow crawling of the waking plants as light touched their tiny colorful bodies, slowly awakened the kidnappees. Seeing them open their eyes she spoke:

"Good morning lady and gentleman, how was your nap?"

Still dizzy from the drug, her wrinkled face full of leaking lesions and opened wounds, struggled to open her eyes that looked like they were going fall off at any moment, the Plokavian leader Xeracs Lognata trying to get up on her feet, with a touch of wrath in her screeching voice asked:

"What have you done to me, and where the frell are we?"

Cyntrina, seeing how feisty the old woman was, vaguely disgusted from the sight of her answered:

"I have simply drugged you, and taken you to this dump where no one can find you"

The Nebari leader Uralus, still laying on top of some low growing plants, asked while he was removing the plants stuck on his face:

"What do you want?"

Cyntrina looked at the gray color of his face, highlighted by the dark blue plant strapped on his head, and slightly amused by his lazy attempt to free it she answered:

"I want an audience"

The last to wake up was the Lukythian prime leader – Eneck D'Naho, whose body Cyntrina strapped against a rock, because of the sensitive glasses on his triangular shaped face. Once he woke up, tearing up the plant he spoke with a stale voice:

"The last thing I remember, was you telling me you were a Peacekeeper ambassador"

Xeracs, lifting what used to be an eyebrow, remembering the last thing before she woke up on this rock added to Eneck's answer:

"That's what she told me too!"

Uralus, finally free of the plant, with boredom from their complaints spoke:

"Obviously that was a lie I too have heard. Alright Sebacean, you got our attention. Now tell us why are we here? Are you going to kill us?"

Cyntrina, looking at them standing up on their feet, flipped her body in the air, landing in front of their confused faces and answered:

"No, no I don't want to kill you. I merely want to convince you that we all are natural allies"

Xeracs, taking a step towards her with a high tone asked:

"What do you mean allies?"

Cyntrina, walking behind the old woman, touching her shoulder beneath the rough Plokavian cloth, and nearing her ear whispered:

"I mean the Stykera you dispersed is still alive"

Continuing the settle noise of the flaking leaves from the plants her boots stepped on, she walked up to Enek, whispering the words:

"And I know who the last assassin of your brother is"

She then turned to Uralus, whispering another secret:

"I also know how to find Chiana – the sister of the leader of the Nebari resistance"

The three leaders glared at her with suspicion and wandering, while she sat on a rock and crossed her legs continuing her speech:

"You see, there is a war going on out there, and whoever wins will have to battle first the Nebari, then the Plokavians and finally the Lukythians. Now we all know who's the underdog in this war and when the Scarrans are done with the Peacekeepers, all of you will have to deal with plant eating, nasty looking species that should have been extinct a long time ago."

Xeracs, curiously stepping towards this overconfident creature, mildly frustrated her ruling cane got stuck in the roots of a red flower she failed to see, asked:

"What are you suggesting?"

Cyntrina's hair jumped on the pale shoulders with her sudden, proud leap before she spoke:

"An alliance between these three species"

The leaders all looked at each other with shock and bitterness on their faces, starting a heated quarrel, against her and against each other:

"First you imprison us, then you make outrageous suggestions, the Nebari could easily take on any Scarran fleet"

"As a Lukythian, I will not accept allegiance with such destructive species"

"Destructive!? You the race with the largest number of bio weapons, call us destructive?"

Feeling the rage in the high pitch voice of Xaracs, just before Enek opened his mouth to reply even more venomous answer; Cyntrina broke it up

"Gentleman, lady simmer down. There is no place for cockiness and mivonks measuring. First of all, you are not my prisoners; I don't see any chains or ropes tying you to anything. And secondly, think about it, how long have Plokavians craved for the Lukythian tissue re generator, that neutralizes the effects of novatron gas proximity in other words, to age gracefully and not be decomposing alive? And the Lukythians, with their desires for those seismic disruptors the Plokavians now make in much smaller sizes? And off course. the Nebari wanting some Plokavian dampening net, for their high pitch frequency collars, and those handy micro hologram generators from the Lukythians, in exchange for some of their engineering genius"

The leaders looked at each other once again, but this time the bitterness that previously vacated their faces was gone, on its' place – the scent of Cyntrina's victory – approval. Despite it, a doubt remained amongst their thoughts, they still couldn't help but to wander what does she get in this deal?

Uralus, holding his finger on top of his thin, gray mouth asked her the question on everyone's mind:

"Alright, if we accept this deal what's in it for you?"

Cyntrina, knowing they will agree since she could hear their cravings to get access to previously unreachable technology, to ensure their throne in front of their nations' eyes and yield more power, was still careful not to give this ability away answering his question:

"I get resources, and while you build armies and command centers, I go and get your prisoners back, the Nebari Chiana, the Lukythians' assassin, Stark the Plokavian murderer and John Crichton. He, Aeryn, the Luxan D'Argo, and I have some old scores to settle"

Seeing they were considering accepting the offer, she took the three hologram manifests she had made before, out of her pocket and turned to the leaders:

"I hope you don't mind but I had these made, they are from your home worlds' supreme courts, to exploit this situation, make sure you don't get any stupid ideas of killing me and all that"

The leaders looked at her with suspicion, but since they liked the deal they put their genetic imprint into the manifests.

"This day, you my friends made history".

And so the triad was born, a super force of three races, with all kinds of weapons of mass destruction. She had realized one big part of her plan to kill John, Aeryn and D'Argo. Now all she had to do, was get some new toys and find Earth – John's home planet, and make him watch as humanity screams his name in agony while she kills every single human alive.

Her plan worked to perfection, even the Nebari, Plokavians and Lukythians were pleased with the Triad treaty formation, once they saw the footage of the way John ended the war. This made them want his head too, considering it a token to great power. They gave Cyntrina the equipment she desired: Lukythian hologram micro generators that enabled her to leave a recording of herself or any other object in the room she is captured in; The Plokavians gave her jewelry, containing Novatrin gas that when inhaled ate its way from the inside to the outside, they also gave her custom designed half gloves, made out of fibers that contain seismic disruptors with whom she could take down buildings with her powers; The Nebari, gave her guns whose pulse came out like a red whip that could tear through any metal and could also be used as a rope, accompanied by a laser saw in form of a ring.

Her plan was coming to life just like she imagined. Now she only had to find Earth.