When You Least Expect It 2.11
Thanks to Neuroscpr for reading
Disclaimer: I don't own them
"The Search"
Aeryn found D'Argo in command. She treaded softly, feeling his pain.
She spoke quietly, putting her hand on his shoulder "D'Argo, I know the loss you must feel. John was your friend."
D'Argo replied in a quiet voice, looking at the stars, "More than you will ever know, Aeryn. Starburst was not an option. John gave Pilot direct orders, and he followed them."
"I understand, D'Argo," Aeryn said, trying to find the words to continue. "He was trying to protect us, as he always did, with little thought to his own life."
"John always put himself before us, Aeryn," D'Argo said, looking at her. "Why couldn't we ever appreciate that? Such a supposedly deficient species has shown more loyalty to us than we can ever repay. I just don't know anymore, Aeryn."
Aeryn dropped her head, feeling his pain and hers. He had sacrificed himself for her and Moya had left by his orders.
"D'Argo, we need to go back and help John. Are you willing?"
The Luxan turned with a new hope on his face. "Are you willing to fight for him, Aeryn?"
"I would never leave a comrade, D'Argo. That's why I couldn't understand why we starburst."
D'Argo felt hopeful now. "We will have to get the rest of the crew to agree, Aeryn."
"I think they will, D'Argo. They all seemed upset when I spoke with them."
"Very well. Let's get everyone here so we can decide on a plan of action."
"Pilot, please call the crew to command," Aeryn directed. "We have things to discuss."
"Officer Sun, I'm glad you are back on Moya. We will do whatever you wish to rescue Commander Crichton. I will call the crew to command now."
"Thank you, Pilot. It feels good to be back."
xxxxx
The command carrier was in disarray as the last blast hit the carrier harder than the first.
Scorpius was pulling himself from the floor of the ship as he shouted, "Lock the weapons on the Scarran vessel's location and fire at once!"
The techs quickly went to their stations. They powered up the weapons as Scorpius commanded.
"Do we have a lock on their location?" Braca asked his first in command.
"Yes sir!"
"Fire!" Braca exclaimed, hoping they were successful on the first attempt.
"Firing now!"
They held their breath, waiting for the results of the first launch in the attack.
"Braca, launch a second round! I want them destroyed!" Scorpius said, not wanting to wait on the results of the first attack.
"Second launch in progress, sir!"
Braca was looking at his screens. Scorpius could read the relief in his soldier's body.
"We have a direct hit, sir! I think we have incapacitated the vessel, at least for the time being."
"Excellent, Lieutenant Braca! You have redeemed yourself for the time being. I want all movements of that vessel watched very closely, as we prepare to leave."
"Carlson, keep a tech on the monitor at all times. Notify me of any change," Braca ordered.
His first in command nodded his head, "Yes sir."
Crichton! Throughout all of the fighting, Scorpius had lost sight of his prey. "Is the human aboard yet?" Scorpius asked, fearing the answer.
Carlson checked the readings in the docking web. Braca saw the puzzled look on his face.
"What is it?" Braca asked.
Carlson couldn't believe the readings as he replied nervously, "Sir, it appears the ship was disengaged from the docking web when the second blast hit."
"Frell!" Scorpius shouted, feeling his body temperature rise. "Find him!"
xxxxx
Hasher got to his feet feeling unsteady. The consoles were lit up, sparks flying everywhere.
He limped to one of the consoles hoping it was still operational. He hit the buttons, avoiding the sparks. "Frell," he said, getting no readings.
"Everyone, get to your stations! We need to get the ship under control!" He could feel the vessel floating unstable.
He helped Joknil to his feet as the soldiers proceeded to follow his orders. "Are you all right sir?"
"I will live, Hasher. How bad is the damage?"
"We do not know that yet, sir. The consoles are out. We are repairing them as we speak. I know we took a direct hit from the Peacekeeper vessel."
"Very well, inform me when you have a damage assessment, Hasher. I'll be in my quarters," Joknil replied. He suddenly turned, "What about the human? Did Scorpius manage to succeed in capturing him?"
"We don't know sir. I will inform you as soon as we are operational again."
"Yes, do that, Hasher," Joknil replied proceeding to his quarters.
xxxxx
The pod was floating aimlessly in space, having been dislodged from the docking web.
John awoke with a start, feeling disoriented. It took him a few moments before he could fully focus on his surroundings. He looked around the pod, seeing twisted metal, electrical components and smaller items strewn around the ship.
"What the frell happened?" He said aloud, feeling an aching throb in his head. John started to get to his feet, when the pain brought him back down.
"Ahhh…frell!" He exclaimed, feeling on the verge of blacking out, the pain intensified by the movement.
He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, as the sweat pored down his face. He regulated his breathing and slowly opened his eyes, feeling in control now.
John looked at the area where the pain radiated from. "Oh shit," John said, seeing the metal shard protruding from his abdomen.
John leaned back, trying to let the pain subside before removing it. "John, just remain calm. Settle yourself down. Do it in one quick motion," he said aloud, trying to talk himself through it.
He evened his breathing and in one quick movement, extracted the piece of metal. His breath caught in his throat, as he held the metal piece in his hands, doubling over in pain. "God that hurts," he howled, grabbing his abdomen, fighting the blackness that threatened to overtake him.
'Gotta stay awake, John. No time for sleep if you want to stay alive,' John thought to himself, knowing he had to stay lucid to pilot the pod.
The only thing he could bind his wound with was his t-shirt. It seemed to take an eternity to get his jacket and t-shirt off, as he fought the pain. He was shivering as he tore his shirt up to make bandages for his wound. Finally succeeding in stopping the bleeding, John quickly put his jacket back on feeling the cold.
He attempted to stand, only to fall back in pain, closing his eyes, "Come on John, you can do this. You have to get the pod on a flight path, before you lose the ship entirely.'
Weakly John got to his feet. His movements were slow, as he checked the damage to the ship. Not too bad considering, he concluded. He still had manual control over the ship, as he searched for Moya's coordinates.
John dropped his head realizing he would never be able to find the Leviathan. He had told Moya to starburst as soon as Aeryn was aboard. He chuckled softly, wincing.
"You followed orders, Moya," John said, feeling a sense of relief knowing his friends were safe.
John checked his oxygen level. He was surprised to see it so low. He knew then he must have been floating for arns.
"Well this sure beats Scorpy's and the Scarran's idea of death," John said to himself, knowing it might end soon. His only consolation was knowing he had protected the wormhole technology.
John made his way back to his seat, dropping heavily into it, as the weariness took over.
The fight was gone in him as solitude took over his mind. He lay back in his chair, thinking of all that had made him happy, as he waited for fate to take over.
xxxxx
Aeryn and D'Argo were in the maintenance bay, making the ship ready, when Pilot commed them.
" Aeryn. Moya is preparing to starburst back to our original coordinates. How much time do you need to get the ship ready?"
"Just give us a few microts, Pilot. That's all we need," Aeryn replied, hoping it would not be too late.
The meeting with the crew had gone as they had hoped. They all wanted to see Crichton back on Moya. Rygel was the only one who didn't want to go back. They understood his fear, but they knew they couldn't do this to John. They couldn't leave him behind. He was part of them. Rygel finally conceded, so the decision was unanimous. They would go back for Crichton.
"Pilot. We are ready for starburst," D'Argo directed.
"Very well," Pilot replied. "Starburst in twenty microts."
The crew held on as Moya starburst. They entered familiar space as Moya took them back to their original coordinates.
Chiana stared in amazement and horror at the long-range blasts she was witnessing between the two carriers. She gasped as she realized D'Argo and Aeryn were getting ready to launch the ship.
"D'Argo! Aeryn! Don't launch! You need to come to command at once!" Chiana couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Chiana, what is so important! We don't have any time to waste," D'Argo replied hastily.
"Trust me, D'Argo. You need to see this!" Chiana stared, watching the destruction.
"Pilot, what the frell is Chiana going on about?" D'Argo asked, running through Moya's corridors to command, Aeryn ahead of him.
"It seems the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans are firing at each other, D'Argo. It may not be wise for you and Officer Sun to leave Moya yet."
Aeryn entered command first. Her breath caught at the sight on the screen. "What in hezmana brought this on? I didn't think they were that fahrbot to actually engage each other!"
D'Argo stared out at the battle. "Perhaps we'll get lucky and they'll destroy each other!"
Aeryn turned, "D'Argo! We don't know where John is yet! Another time and I would hope the same thing, but not now."
"Sorry, Aeryn. I forgot momentarily," D'Argo replied, looking toward Chiana.
"Do we have any idea where John is, Chiana?"
Chiana shook her head, replying, "I've asked Pilot to try to find his signature. He's checking now." She was fearful for John knowing if he was on either ship he was in danger.
Rygel appeared in command. He stopped as he saw what the others had witnessed. "What the frell?" Rygel gasped barely above a whisper. "John?" He asked, looking at the faces in the room.
"We are waiting…" Chiana never finished her answer as Pilot appeared on the clamshell.
"I have located a signal that appears to match Commander Crichton's, but…it is very faint," Pilot informed them sadly.
"Faint! How Pilot? He has to be on one of the…ships!" Aeryn's voice quivered on her last word.
D'Argo saw the look on her face, as she turned away. "Pilot, is it possible that the blasts have lowered his signal?"
"I wish…I could tell you this was a possibility," Pilot replied quietly. "The blasts would not interfere. I am sorry."
"Frell this!" Aeryn said as she broke into a dead run out of command.
"Aeryn! Wait!" D'Argo shouted running after her.
xxxxx
Scorpius was pacing up and down in command, fuming. "Braca! Have you located him yet?"
"N...no…sir. It seems we are having some difficulty with the tracker. Carlson thinks it was damaged in the blast," Braca replied, fearing Scorpius' wrath.
Scorpius walked within an inch of Lieutenant Braca, as he grimaced. In a deep guttural voice, Scorpius spoke. "Since the equipment won't work, don't you think it might be wise to send some Marauder's in search of him!" Braca shivered at the ominous voice, as Scorpius' words went from low to high.
Braca stepped away, tripping. He grabbed the console to keep himself from falling. Leaning against the console, Braca replied in a quaking voice, "Y…yes sir!"
"Carlson, please dispatch four Marauders to search for the human. I'll be in my quarters if you need me," Braca ordered, walking out of command on shaking legs.
"Very good," Scorpius said smiling again. "We shall have him soon. Carlson notify me as soon as you have secured Crichton's pod."
"Of course, sir," Carlson replied, watching as Scorpius left command. 'Half- scarran,' Carlson thought in disgust.
xxxxx
D'Argo reached Aeryn just as she was entering the maintenance bay. He grabbed her arm as he said, "Hold on, Aeryn. What do you think you are doing?"
Aeryn stopped and looked down at the hand gripping her arm. She looked up at him, with glaring eyes. "I would suggest you take your hand off of me," she said in a low voice.
The Luxan drew his hand away quickly, not wanting to suffer her wrath. "Just tell me what you're planning, Aeryn."
"You should already know, D'Argo. I'm going to look for John and bring him back," Aeryn replied, moving towards the transport pod. "What Pilot told us makes me think he is drifting away from us."
"I agree Aeryn, but you can't do this alone. I'm coming with you."
Aeryn appreciated the thought, but knew it was impossible. "Thank you, D'Argo. But you know this is risky. I need you on Moya in case something goes wrong."
D'Argo nodded knowing she spoke the truth.
Aeryn saw the sadness on the Luxan's face as she said, "I'll let you know as soon as I find him, D'Argo. If I have any trouble you'll be the first to know."
"Be careful Aeryn. The Peacekeepers and Scarrans are still dangerous," D'Argo said, watching her position herself in the ship.
"I know, D'Argo. Pilot, open the doors."
"Doors opening. Good luck, Officer Sun."
Aeryn was careful to evade the scanners on the enemy ships. As she passed the Peacekeeper vessel she saw minimal damage to the outer hull, just enough to keep them busy for a while.
Aeryn saw a lone Marauder surveying the area she had just entered. "Frell," Aeryn said knowing he had picked her up on his scanner. She tried to evade the ship, but to no avail. The Marauder entered her landing bay. She saw the soldier exit the Marauder on her scanner. Seeing only one soldier, gave her confidence that she could defeat him. His ship was what she really needed.
Aeryn carefully made her way to the docking bay as she took her position, laying in wait for the soldier. As the Peacekeeper proceeded deeper into the ship, Aeryn took him by surprise, as she landed a hard blow to his temple and sealed it with a pantak jab. Looking down at the unconscious soldier, Aeryn thanked him silently for the use of his Marauder, as she quickly headed for the ship.
She quickly fired the engines and exited the transport, feeling at home in the Marauder.
As she looked ahead, Aeryn saw it. She was headed straight for a small squadron of Peacekeeper Marauders. Aeryn quickly maneuvered her ship away from the fighter group, but too late. The fighters had changed their direction and were headed straight towards her.
"Frell!" Aeryn exclaimed, knowing they would engage her soon. Aeryn waited until they were close. She tried to bank sharply hoping she could fly over them. The maneuver was successful, except for the fact that one of the fighters followed her lead and was almost on her now.
The lone Marauder was firing now. Aeryn returned the fire banking again, only to be met by the other two Marauders. Aeryn was ready for the battle as she took out the first one. She was having a hard time evading their fire as several blasts rocked her ship.
Aeryn banked again and was now behind the Marauder. She fired point blank, as the fighter exploded. 'One more,' Aeryn thought. Suddenly her ship rocked violently as the pulse blast hit her.
Aeryn fought to get her ship under control as she saw the last fighter locking in on her position. As soon as her Marauder responded to the controls she tried the last thing she knew. She dove in almost a straight trajectory, intending to loop back up, taking the Marauder by surprise. She fought to get control of the ship, as it fought against her. The sweat was poring off her as she fought for control and held on. Finally she felt the ship pulling out of the dangerous maneuver as she found herself behind the fighter. She fired several blasts dead on as the Marauder finally exploded into fragments in space.
Aeryn sighed a breath of relief, and leaned back for a moment. "Frell you," she said, wiping the sweat from her face.
Aeryn looked towards the command carrier, knowing they must have had some communication from their ships. Her eyes opened wide at the sight before her eyes, as the carrier was dispatching a full squadron.
Thanks to Neuroscpr for reading
Disclaimer: I don't own them
"The Search"
Aeryn found D'Argo in command. She treaded softly, feeling his pain.
She spoke quietly, putting her hand on his shoulder "D'Argo, I know the loss you must feel. John was your friend."
D'Argo replied in a quiet voice, looking at the stars, "More than you will ever know, Aeryn. Starburst was not an option. John gave Pilot direct orders, and he followed them."
"I understand, D'Argo," Aeryn said, trying to find the words to continue. "He was trying to protect us, as he always did, with little thought to his own life."
"John always put himself before us, Aeryn," D'Argo said, looking at her. "Why couldn't we ever appreciate that? Such a supposedly deficient species has shown more loyalty to us than we can ever repay. I just don't know anymore, Aeryn."
Aeryn dropped her head, feeling his pain and hers. He had sacrificed himself for her and Moya had left by his orders.
"D'Argo, we need to go back and help John. Are you willing?"
The Luxan turned with a new hope on his face. "Are you willing to fight for him, Aeryn?"
"I would never leave a comrade, D'Argo. That's why I couldn't understand why we starburst."
D'Argo felt hopeful now. "We will have to get the rest of the crew to agree, Aeryn."
"I think they will, D'Argo. They all seemed upset when I spoke with them."
"Very well. Let's get everyone here so we can decide on a plan of action."
"Pilot, please call the crew to command," Aeryn directed. "We have things to discuss."
"Officer Sun, I'm glad you are back on Moya. We will do whatever you wish to rescue Commander Crichton. I will call the crew to command now."
"Thank you, Pilot. It feels good to be back."
xxxxx
The command carrier was in disarray as the last blast hit the carrier harder than the first.
Scorpius was pulling himself from the floor of the ship as he shouted, "Lock the weapons on the Scarran vessel's location and fire at once!"
The techs quickly went to their stations. They powered up the weapons as Scorpius commanded.
"Do we have a lock on their location?" Braca asked his first in command.
"Yes sir!"
"Fire!" Braca exclaimed, hoping they were successful on the first attempt.
"Firing now!"
They held their breath, waiting for the results of the first launch in the attack.
"Braca, launch a second round! I want them destroyed!" Scorpius said, not wanting to wait on the results of the first attack.
"Second launch in progress, sir!"
Braca was looking at his screens. Scorpius could read the relief in his soldier's body.
"We have a direct hit, sir! I think we have incapacitated the vessel, at least for the time being."
"Excellent, Lieutenant Braca! You have redeemed yourself for the time being. I want all movements of that vessel watched very closely, as we prepare to leave."
"Carlson, keep a tech on the monitor at all times. Notify me of any change," Braca ordered.
His first in command nodded his head, "Yes sir."
Crichton! Throughout all of the fighting, Scorpius had lost sight of his prey. "Is the human aboard yet?" Scorpius asked, fearing the answer.
Carlson checked the readings in the docking web. Braca saw the puzzled look on his face.
"What is it?" Braca asked.
Carlson couldn't believe the readings as he replied nervously, "Sir, it appears the ship was disengaged from the docking web when the second blast hit."
"Frell!" Scorpius shouted, feeling his body temperature rise. "Find him!"
xxxxx
Hasher got to his feet feeling unsteady. The consoles were lit up, sparks flying everywhere.
He limped to one of the consoles hoping it was still operational. He hit the buttons, avoiding the sparks. "Frell," he said, getting no readings.
"Everyone, get to your stations! We need to get the ship under control!" He could feel the vessel floating unstable.
He helped Joknil to his feet as the soldiers proceeded to follow his orders. "Are you all right sir?"
"I will live, Hasher. How bad is the damage?"
"We do not know that yet, sir. The consoles are out. We are repairing them as we speak. I know we took a direct hit from the Peacekeeper vessel."
"Very well, inform me when you have a damage assessment, Hasher. I'll be in my quarters," Joknil replied. He suddenly turned, "What about the human? Did Scorpius manage to succeed in capturing him?"
"We don't know sir. I will inform you as soon as we are operational again."
"Yes, do that, Hasher," Joknil replied proceeding to his quarters.
xxxxx
The pod was floating aimlessly in space, having been dislodged from the docking web.
John awoke with a start, feeling disoriented. It took him a few moments before he could fully focus on his surroundings. He looked around the pod, seeing twisted metal, electrical components and smaller items strewn around the ship.
"What the frell happened?" He said aloud, feeling an aching throb in his head. John started to get to his feet, when the pain brought him back down.
"Ahhh…frell!" He exclaimed, feeling on the verge of blacking out, the pain intensified by the movement.
He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, as the sweat pored down his face. He regulated his breathing and slowly opened his eyes, feeling in control now.
John looked at the area where the pain radiated from. "Oh shit," John said, seeing the metal shard protruding from his abdomen.
John leaned back, trying to let the pain subside before removing it. "John, just remain calm. Settle yourself down. Do it in one quick motion," he said aloud, trying to talk himself through it.
He evened his breathing and in one quick movement, extracted the piece of metal. His breath caught in his throat, as he held the metal piece in his hands, doubling over in pain. "God that hurts," he howled, grabbing his abdomen, fighting the blackness that threatened to overtake him.
'Gotta stay awake, John. No time for sleep if you want to stay alive,' John thought to himself, knowing he had to stay lucid to pilot the pod.
The only thing he could bind his wound with was his t-shirt. It seemed to take an eternity to get his jacket and t-shirt off, as he fought the pain. He was shivering as he tore his shirt up to make bandages for his wound. Finally succeeding in stopping the bleeding, John quickly put his jacket back on feeling the cold.
He attempted to stand, only to fall back in pain, closing his eyes, "Come on John, you can do this. You have to get the pod on a flight path, before you lose the ship entirely.'
Weakly John got to his feet. His movements were slow, as he checked the damage to the ship. Not too bad considering, he concluded. He still had manual control over the ship, as he searched for Moya's coordinates.
John dropped his head realizing he would never be able to find the Leviathan. He had told Moya to starburst as soon as Aeryn was aboard. He chuckled softly, wincing.
"You followed orders, Moya," John said, feeling a sense of relief knowing his friends were safe.
John checked his oxygen level. He was surprised to see it so low. He knew then he must have been floating for arns.
"Well this sure beats Scorpy's and the Scarran's idea of death," John said to himself, knowing it might end soon. His only consolation was knowing he had protected the wormhole technology.
John made his way back to his seat, dropping heavily into it, as the weariness took over.
The fight was gone in him as solitude took over his mind. He lay back in his chair, thinking of all that had made him happy, as he waited for fate to take over.
xxxxx
Aeryn and D'Argo were in the maintenance bay, making the ship ready, when Pilot commed them.
" Aeryn. Moya is preparing to starburst back to our original coordinates. How much time do you need to get the ship ready?"
"Just give us a few microts, Pilot. That's all we need," Aeryn replied, hoping it would not be too late.
The meeting with the crew had gone as they had hoped. They all wanted to see Crichton back on Moya. Rygel was the only one who didn't want to go back. They understood his fear, but they knew they couldn't do this to John. They couldn't leave him behind. He was part of them. Rygel finally conceded, so the decision was unanimous. They would go back for Crichton.
"Pilot. We are ready for starburst," D'Argo directed.
"Very well," Pilot replied. "Starburst in twenty microts."
The crew held on as Moya starburst. They entered familiar space as Moya took them back to their original coordinates.
Chiana stared in amazement and horror at the long-range blasts she was witnessing between the two carriers. She gasped as she realized D'Argo and Aeryn were getting ready to launch the ship.
"D'Argo! Aeryn! Don't launch! You need to come to command at once!" Chiana couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Chiana, what is so important! We don't have any time to waste," D'Argo replied hastily.
"Trust me, D'Argo. You need to see this!" Chiana stared, watching the destruction.
"Pilot, what the frell is Chiana going on about?" D'Argo asked, running through Moya's corridors to command, Aeryn ahead of him.
"It seems the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans are firing at each other, D'Argo. It may not be wise for you and Officer Sun to leave Moya yet."
Aeryn entered command first. Her breath caught at the sight on the screen. "What in hezmana brought this on? I didn't think they were that fahrbot to actually engage each other!"
D'Argo stared out at the battle. "Perhaps we'll get lucky and they'll destroy each other!"
Aeryn turned, "D'Argo! We don't know where John is yet! Another time and I would hope the same thing, but not now."
"Sorry, Aeryn. I forgot momentarily," D'Argo replied, looking toward Chiana.
"Do we have any idea where John is, Chiana?"
Chiana shook her head, replying, "I've asked Pilot to try to find his signature. He's checking now." She was fearful for John knowing if he was on either ship he was in danger.
Rygel appeared in command. He stopped as he saw what the others had witnessed. "What the frell?" Rygel gasped barely above a whisper. "John?" He asked, looking at the faces in the room.
"We are waiting…" Chiana never finished her answer as Pilot appeared on the clamshell.
"I have located a signal that appears to match Commander Crichton's, but…it is very faint," Pilot informed them sadly.
"Faint! How Pilot? He has to be on one of the…ships!" Aeryn's voice quivered on her last word.
D'Argo saw the look on her face, as she turned away. "Pilot, is it possible that the blasts have lowered his signal?"
"I wish…I could tell you this was a possibility," Pilot replied quietly. "The blasts would not interfere. I am sorry."
"Frell this!" Aeryn said as she broke into a dead run out of command.
"Aeryn! Wait!" D'Argo shouted running after her.
xxxxx
Scorpius was pacing up and down in command, fuming. "Braca! Have you located him yet?"
"N...no…sir. It seems we are having some difficulty with the tracker. Carlson thinks it was damaged in the blast," Braca replied, fearing Scorpius' wrath.
Scorpius walked within an inch of Lieutenant Braca, as he grimaced. In a deep guttural voice, Scorpius spoke. "Since the equipment won't work, don't you think it might be wise to send some Marauder's in search of him!" Braca shivered at the ominous voice, as Scorpius' words went from low to high.
Braca stepped away, tripping. He grabbed the console to keep himself from falling. Leaning against the console, Braca replied in a quaking voice, "Y…yes sir!"
"Carlson, please dispatch four Marauders to search for the human. I'll be in my quarters if you need me," Braca ordered, walking out of command on shaking legs.
"Very good," Scorpius said smiling again. "We shall have him soon. Carlson notify me as soon as you have secured Crichton's pod."
"Of course, sir," Carlson replied, watching as Scorpius left command. 'Half- scarran,' Carlson thought in disgust.
xxxxx
D'Argo reached Aeryn just as she was entering the maintenance bay. He grabbed her arm as he said, "Hold on, Aeryn. What do you think you are doing?"
Aeryn stopped and looked down at the hand gripping her arm. She looked up at him, with glaring eyes. "I would suggest you take your hand off of me," she said in a low voice.
The Luxan drew his hand away quickly, not wanting to suffer her wrath. "Just tell me what you're planning, Aeryn."
"You should already know, D'Argo. I'm going to look for John and bring him back," Aeryn replied, moving towards the transport pod. "What Pilot told us makes me think he is drifting away from us."
"I agree Aeryn, but you can't do this alone. I'm coming with you."
Aeryn appreciated the thought, but knew it was impossible. "Thank you, D'Argo. But you know this is risky. I need you on Moya in case something goes wrong."
D'Argo nodded knowing she spoke the truth.
Aeryn saw the sadness on the Luxan's face as she said, "I'll let you know as soon as I find him, D'Argo. If I have any trouble you'll be the first to know."
"Be careful Aeryn. The Peacekeepers and Scarrans are still dangerous," D'Argo said, watching her position herself in the ship.
"I know, D'Argo. Pilot, open the doors."
"Doors opening. Good luck, Officer Sun."
Aeryn was careful to evade the scanners on the enemy ships. As she passed the Peacekeeper vessel she saw minimal damage to the outer hull, just enough to keep them busy for a while.
Aeryn saw a lone Marauder surveying the area she had just entered. "Frell," Aeryn said knowing he had picked her up on his scanner. She tried to evade the ship, but to no avail. The Marauder entered her landing bay. She saw the soldier exit the Marauder on her scanner. Seeing only one soldier, gave her confidence that she could defeat him. His ship was what she really needed.
Aeryn carefully made her way to the docking bay as she took her position, laying in wait for the soldier. As the Peacekeeper proceeded deeper into the ship, Aeryn took him by surprise, as she landed a hard blow to his temple and sealed it with a pantak jab. Looking down at the unconscious soldier, Aeryn thanked him silently for the use of his Marauder, as she quickly headed for the ship.
She quickly fired the engines and exited the transport, feeling at home in the Marauder.
As she looked ahead, Aeryn saw it. She was headed straight for a small squadron of Peacekeeper Marauders. Aeryn quickly maneuvered her ship away from the fighter group, but too late. The fighters had changed their direction and were headed straight towards her.
"Frell!" Aeryn exclaimed, knowing they would engage her soon. Aeryn waited until they were close. She tried to bank sharply hoping she could fly over them. The maneuver was successful, except for the fact that one of the fighters followed her lead and was almost on her now.
The lone Marauder was firing now. Aeryn returned the fire banking again, only to be met by the other two Marauders. Aeryn was ready for the battle as she took out the first one. She was having a hard time evading their fire as several blasts rocked her ship.
Aeryn banked again and was now behind the Marauder. She fired point blank, as the fighter exploded. 'One more,' Aeryn thought. Suddenly her ship rocked violently as the pulse blast hit her.
Aeryn fought to get her ship under control as she saw the last fighter locking in on her position. As soon as her Marauder responded to the controls she tried the last thing she knew. She dove in almost a straight trajectory, intending to loop back up, taking the Marauder by surprise. She fought to get control of the ship, as it fought against her. The sweat was poring off her as she fought for control and held on. Finally she felt the ship pulling out of the dangerous maneuver as she found herself behind the fighter. She fired several blasts dead on as the Marauder finally exploded into fragments in space.
Aeryn sighed a breath of relief, and leaned back for a moment. "Frell you," she said, wiping the sweat from her face.
Aeryn looked towards the command carrier, knowing they must have had some communication from their ships. Her eyes opened wide at the sight before her eyes, as the carrier was dispatching a full squadron.