Holy hopping dranniks, it's been a while!
People seemed to like my little epic of a distinctly different Crichton, et al, and while I didn't actually leave it on a cliffhanger, I did have another 'season' in mind.
Life being what it is, it went to the back burner… and Covid-stupid-19 shows up and I've got nothing but time.
The back burner came forward and I clacked away and came up with this stuff, which I'm into a bit and will tentatively upload. Whether or not I finish it depends, I guess, on if anyone actually reads it.
Farscape fandom is pretty sparse I imagine as of this late date, and who knows if it's even worth the reading… still and all, I like it and in the end, any writer worth the appellation writes for themselves at the end of the day, anyway.
So, if you're one of the few that remembers both Farscape and my humble self, by all means, relax and read on. Review too, if you like, always appreciate 'em, helps me to know if I'm just yelling into the void or not.
I sincerely hope you like it and enjoy dipping back into my odd little alternate canon.
Rated T-M, for language, some situations, violence, that sort of thing.
Sláinte!
Errationatus