Part 3
"What do you mean the transport pod is here no longer!!!???" said Rygel. "Just what I said." Zhaan moved her arm towards where the pod used to be, but the space was now vacant. "It is here no longer." D'Argo, in his deep booming voice said. "Who the frell would take OUR weak little transport pod?" "I'll tell you who took it. It was that damn Crichton, he has been acting even stranger every since he came back from that blasted Gammack Base." Rygel said with a disgusted tone. D'Argo growled and with his backhand smacked him with enough force to knock him off his throne sled. "Don't assume nothing your Royal loneliness, Crichton has saved your worthless hide more than once." Rygel didn't argue he just grumbled and got back on his throne sled. Zhaan walked back to them and with her gentle voice said "Let's get back to our problem at hand, I have tried to contact Pilot but he is not answering." Zhaan studied each and everyone's expression and finished her sentence. "Something is wrong and is not making much sense." D'Argo looked at her "What do you mean Zhaan?" "What I mean is that, nobody would take our transport pod. It can't get far without Moya's life support. So it has to be John, Aeryn and Chiana. But the thing I can't understand is why they didn't tell us." Rygel seemed like he was about to add on to the conversation but he stopped when he saw D'Argo's look. "Well have you tried either Crichton or Aeryn or even Chiana?" D'Argo said. Zhaan looked at him as though he lost his mind completely. "Of course, dear D'Argo, that was the first thing I did, while you and Rygel were mingling." D'Argo let out a huff and then said "Well, we need to get back to Moya and see what is wrong." Rygel laughed "How do you expect to do that you stupid Luxon? We don't have a FRELLING TRANSPORTER POD!" D'Argo let out a long and growling sound. Rygel flew his throne sled behind Zhaan. D'Argo started to charge but Zhaan put her hands on D'Argo's big chest. "D'Argo this will not help our situation." D'Argo backed off, but not without giving a very pissed off look at Rygel, and giving him a look saying, "I'll get you later." Zhaan looked at them and then began to walk to the market place, leaving the boys behind. D'Argo followed and said "I think we should find someone who will take us to Moya." Zhaan looked at D'Argo "That's what I was planning on dear D'Argo." D'Argo smiled. Rygel flew his throne sled as fast it would go trying to catch up.
(Moya)
The transport pod landed on the cool surface of Moya. The door opened with the hissing sound, steam coming out and dissolving into the compressed air. John came out first. He looked each way, as though something was about to jump out at him at any second and catch him off guard. Chiana came up from behind and walked down the stairs without a care. Aeryn, shutting off all the blinking lights in the transport pod, came out last and stopped right on the stairs of the transport pod. "John?" John turned around when he heard his name. He saw the worried look that was not too hard to see on Aeryn's face. "Don't you notice it...hear it?" Chiana who was walking out of the Maintenance Bay stopped, when she heard Aeryn's bizarre and unusual question. "I don't hear anything. Aeryn." "That just it, Pip." He began to walk over to one of Moya's wall, still looking around. He very carefully, as though he would be burned, put his hand on Moya's wall. He then took it off and turned back around and looked at Chiana and Aeryn. "Moya is silent. She making no noise."
Chiana finally noticed what Aeryn and John were trying to show her. Moya was not making any noise. Moya was alive and therefore she was always making different high and low pitches; the sounds depended on how she was feeling, if she was scared or content. But there was no noise; it was just silent as though she had fallen asleep. But Leviathan's do not go to sleep unless they are drugged. Chiana began to look around, not knowing what she was truly looking for.
Aeryn pulled out her pulse rifle, as did John. Aeryn and John had it up and ready for anything that would try to get to them. Chiana looking about ran to John and Aeryn since they had the weapons and she did not. As they made their way out of the Maintenance Bay and as slow as possible made it towards Pilot's chamber. The door was closed cutting off their view. John, signaling to Aeryn, began to count to three. On three Aeryn pushed the door open with John right behind her to back her up. Aeryn waited a second before entering and was ready for any kind of surprise attack that may be laying in wait for them. Chiana had a hold of John's vest and was staying right behind him. Aeryn stopped and made John come to a halt. He saw what had made her stop so sudden, Pilot was hunched over the control panel. Aeryn put her pulse rifle back in it's holder and ran over to Pilot. She put her hand on his head and began to stroke him as though he would wake up. The tears began to overflow and fell onto her soft skin. She closed her eyes and leaned over and put her head on Pilot's hunched over body. John and Chiana watching her every movement, not saying anything. John was about to walk over to Aeryn for he wanted to comfort her so badly until Chiana had realized what he was going to do. He felt the soft tug on his Peacekeeper vest; he turned around and saw Chiana's saddened eyes. She spoke softly, with hurt devouring her voice. "Let her be, John." John looked at her then turned around and looked at Aeryn who was sobbing and just broken hearted. He then turned back around and with Chiana not looking at Pilot nor Aeryn closed the door behind her. As they walked away they could hear the heart-wrenching sobbing of a very broken heart.
John and Chiana continued to walk along Moya's halls. Everything was dark and cold. "Where are we going, John?" John forgot Chiana was even there, she was so quiet and all. "I want to go to command, maybe we can find answers there." Chiana looked down and continued walking. She looked back and said. "John. will you be ok by yourself?" John stopped and looked at her. "Why, you going somewhere?" he answered back. "It's been long enough and I just think I need to have a talk with Aeryn." John looked at Chiana with disbelief. "You told me not to go near her, and now you want to go talk to her." John looked at her with questioning eyes. Chiana closed her eyes and thought out her next words. "John, I think it should be me 'cause sometimes we need to talk to the same sex. and not the male. Talking to you will just either make her more upset or..." she didn't continue what she was going to say. John became a little angry and said "Fine Chiana, give her my regards." He then turned around and stormed off.
Chiana looking at his departing back. She shook her head. Sometimes she wondered why he became so angered all the time, but maybe that is how he handled it all. She turned around and began to make her way back to Aeryn and Pilot. As she was walking back, she suddenly felt that eerie presence as though someone, or something, was watching her. She stopped and turned around expecting something to be there, but nothing, not even a DRD was there. It then struck her! There were no DRD's, where had they all gone? She turned back around and walked very carefully. She came to a part where one of Moya's corridors was dark and not lit. She didn't recall it being dark when she came through this part with John. She wish she hadn't split up, she wished he were here with Wynona. She almost kicked herself when she thought of that. 'Come on, Chiana. You're a big girl who can take care of herself. Come on, you lasted out here in the Uncharted Territories alone for some quite time. You're not going to get scared now when Moya is all quiet, and Pilot seems dead and no DRD's have yet to be seen, are you?' she questioned herself, trying to bolster her own courage. She shuddered, and then she ever so slowly began to walk into the darken corridor, the darkness swallowing her whole. She saw the door to Pilot's chamber a little ways up the corridor; it was the part that was all nicely lit up. She was almost halfway. She was about to step out of the darkness when something from behind grabbed her. She knew it wasn't John for John wouldn't play this kind of trick on her, or would he? She took her elbow and slammed it hard into whoever had grabbed her. The thing, grunting and losing the hold on her, enabled her to get lose enough that she began to sprint away. She was almost there, just a couple more steps and she would be in the safe chambers of Pilot's. Suddenly she heard an explosion and she then felt something hit her in the back of her leg. She fell towards the ground, the cold surface of Moya coming up fast to meet her. She spun around and feels down her leg to see what had hit her. It was a drug needle!!!! She pulled it out and began to try to crawl the rest of the way to Pilot's, but she had no more strength in her as the drug was beginning to make it's way through her body. She stopped when feet appeared in front of her face. She looked up but before she saw who had shot her with the drug needle, her eyes became to heavy to hold open and she passed out, not knowing who had shot her.
John had finally made his way to the command of Moya. Everything was still quiet, and that eerie darkness was still in the air. The lights were on, but so dim the eyes of a being would play tricks on them.
He began to press buttons on the console, trying to figure out what had happened to their beloved Moya and Pilot. But nothing showed up and no one reared their ugly head so John could destroy them with satisfaction. While he was busy with the console, the door of command closed. He thought maybe it was Aeryn or Chiana and called out to them. "You guys find any answers?"
No one answered his question, making him turn in wonder. When he did turn around to see why, he understood why nobody answered. For there was no Aeryn, no Chiana, no clone Scorpy or even a little yellow DRD, just him and his empty thoughts on the command. He looked around, the feeling he had gotten down on the Commerce Planet was now, once again, creeping upon him once more. He didn't even think about it, he brought his pulse rifle out once more, just to be on the safe side, of course. As he had his pulse rifle drawn away from his body and ready to shoot anything that dared to move, he noticed his hand was shaking very slightly. He was scared of the unknown and what might happen to him, following after it.
As John made his way towards the door he neither moved to slow nor to fast. He took another look around and tried to open the door, but it would not budge, as though something was blocking its path of travel. He began to panic, what the hell is going on?
It hit him like a ton of bricks, bells ringing, whistles whistling, dogs dancing and cats meowing and any other saying that would mean he had finally knew what the hell was going on. Well at least part of what was going on. Whoever was on Moya was getting them to split up. Did they ever check Pilot's pulse, or whatever that told them that he was indeed breathing, NO. They thought it would, or Chiana thought it would better to leave Aeryn be with Pilot or whatever was left that made Pilot their Pilot. Chiana and him had split up, and even though Chiana may have made it back to Pilot's Chamber, it was still going to be easy picking cause they were stronger as a group not just as one.
Oh hell no, Johnny Boy was not going out like this, maybe in a blaze of glory or something peaceful, but this? He started searching areas were there could be a possibility of him escaping. He did find one of the vents, but only Rygel would have been able to fit through and it looked as though even Rygel would have had trouble. He walked back to where he was messing around with the console and sank to the ground, leaning his head on the stand. He listened to the nothingness, just his breathing. He kept running though his mind, 'who could be doing this to them?' He quickly decided not to guess who he had pissed off this time, cause after he got here in the Uncharted Territories he was getting to damn good at pissing things off.
As he sat there, he heard it. He might have totally missed it if Moya was more alive and making her familiar noises. It was the sound of gas being let though a vent. He jumped up thinking he could block it and then he realized he would have no such luck for it was coming though all the vents in command. In a panic he tried once more to make the door open by running full charge into it. He stopped abruptly and all he got out of it was a bruised and aching shoulder. He was a trapped rat, and the snake was being let into the cage and there was nothing he could do about it. He let his body fall heavily to the floor, as the gas began to take over his senses. He realized just how tired he had been lately, hell maybe he would get a good sleep out of it. He tried to open his eyes wider hoping that it would keep himself from letting go and just let it beat him. But soon there was no more strength or fight left in him.
His eyes became too heavy to hold up, and it was already a struggle trying to keep his head up. As much as he wanted to fight it, he could no longer, so he let his head hit the floor with a thud. Everything drowned out and as the light became more dim and harder to see, John found himself slipping into the unknown abyss. John Crichton was now asleep on the floor of command not knowing what had truly happened aboard Moya or who had caused it.
"What do you mean the transport pod is here no longer!!!???" said Rygel. "Just what I said." Zhaan moved her arm towards where the pod used to be, but the space was now vacant. "It is here no longer." D'Argo, in his deep booming voice said. "Who the frell would take OUR weak little transport pod?" "I'll tell you who took it. It was that damn Crichton, he has been acting even stranger every since he came back from that blasted Gammack Base." Rygel said with a disgusted tone. D'Argo growled and with his backhand smacked him with enough force to knock him off his throne sled. "Don't assume nothing your Royal loneliness, Crichton has saved your worthless hide more than once." Rygel didn't argue he just grumbled and got back on his throne sled. Zhaan walked back to them and with her gentle voice said "Let's get back to our problem at hand, I have tried to contact Pilot but he is not answering." Zhaan studied each and everyone's expression and finished her sentence. "Something is wrong and is not making much sense." D'Argo looked at her "What do you mean Zhaan?" "What I mean is that, nobody would take our transport pod. It can't get far without Moya's life support. So it has to be John, Aeryn and Chiana. But the thing I can't understand is why they didn't tell us." Rygel seemed like he was about to add on to the conversation but he stopped when he saw D'Argo's look. "Well have you tried either Crichton or Aeryn or even Chiana?" D'Argo said. Zhaan looked at him as though he lost his mind completely. "Of course, dear D'Argo, that was the first thing I did, while you and Rygel were mingling." D'Argo let out a huff and then said "Well, we need to get back to Moya and see what is wrong." Rygel laughed "How do you expect to do that you stupid Luxon? We don't have a FRELLING TRANSPORTER POD!" D'Argo let out a long and growling sound. Rygel flew his throne sled behind Zhaan. D'Argo started to charge but Zhaan put her hands on D'Argo's big chest. "D'Argo this will not help our situation." D'Argo backed off, but not without giving a very pissed off look at Rygel, and giving him a look saying, "I'll get you later." Zhaan looked at them and then began to walk to the market place, leaving the boys behind. D'Argo followed and said "I think we should find someone who will take us to Moya." Zhaan looked at D'Argo "That's what I was planning on dear D'Argo." D'Argo smiled. Rygel flew his throne sled as fast it would go trying to catch up.
(Moya)
The transport pod landed on the cool surface of Moya. The door opened with the hissing sound, steam coming out and dissolving into the compressed air. John came out first. He looked each way, as though something was about to jump out at him at any second and catch him off guard. Chiana came up from behind and walked down the stairs without a care. Aeryn, shutting off all the blinking lights in the transport pod, came out last and stopped right on the stairs of the transport pod. "John?" John turned around when he heard his name. He saw the worried look that was not too hard to see on Aeryn's face. "Don't you notice it...hear it?" Chiana who was walking out of the Maintenance Bay stopped, when she heard Aeryn's bizarre and unusual question. "I don't hear anything. Aeryn." "That just it, Pip." He began to walk over to one of Moya's wall, still looking around. He very carefully, as though he would be burned, put his hand on Moya's wall. He then took it off and turned back around and looked at Chiana and Aeryn. "Moya is silent. She making no noise."
Chiana finally noticed what Aeryn and John were trying to show her. Moya was not making any noise. Moya was alive and therefore she was always making different high and low pitches; the sounds depended on how she was feeling, if she was scared or content. But there was no noise; it was just silent as though she had fallen asleep. But Leviathan's do not go to sleep unless they are drugged. Chiana began to look around, not knowing what she was truly looking for.
Aeryn pulled out her pulse rifle, as did John. Aeryn and John had it up and ready for anything that would try to get to them. Chiana looking about ran to John and Aeryn since they had the weapons and she did not. As they made their way out of the Maintenance Bay and as slow as possible made it towards Pilot's chamber. The door was closed cutting off their view. John, signaling to Aeryn, began to count to three. On three Aeryn pushed the door open with John right behind her to back her up. Aeryn waited a second before entering and was ready for any kind of surprise attack that may be laying in wait for them. Chiana had a hold of John's vest and was staying right behind him. Aeryn stopped and made John come to a halt. He saw what had made her stop so sudden, Pilot was hunched over the control panel. Aeryn put her pulse rifle back in it's holder and ran over to Pilot. She put her hand on his head and began to stroke him as though he would wake up. The tears began to overflow and fell onto her soft skin. She closed her eyes and leaned over and put her head on Pilot's hunched over body. John and Chiana watching her every movement, not saying anything. John was about to walk over to Aeryn for he wanted to comfort her so badly until Chiana had realized what he was going to do. He felt the soft tug on his Peacekeeper vest; he turned around and saw Chiana's saddened eyes. She spoke softly, with hurt devouring her voice. "Let her be, John." John looked at her then turned around and looked at Aeryn who was sobbing and just broken hearted. He then turned back around and with Chiana not looking at Pilot nor Aeryn closed the door behind her. As they walked away they could hear the heart-wrenching sobbing of a very broken heart.
John and Chiana continued to walk along Moya's halls. Everything was dark and cold. "Where are we going, John?" John forgot Chiana was even there, she was so quiet and all. "I want to go to command, maybe we can find answers there." Chiana looked down and continued walking. She looked back and said. "John. will you be ok by yourself?" John stopped and looked at her. "Why, you going somewhere?" he answered back. "It's been long enough and I just think I need to have a talk with Aeryn." John looked at Chiana with disbelief. "You told me not to go near her, and now you want to go talk to her." John looked at her with questioning eyes. Chiana closed her eyes and thought out her next words. "John, I think it should be me 'cause sometimes we need to talk to the same sex. and not the male. Talking to you will just either make her more upset or..." she didn't continue what she was going to say. John became a little angry and said "Fine Chiana, give her my regards." He then turned around and stormed off.
Chiana looking at his departing back. She shook her head. Sometimes she wondered why he became so angered all the time, but maybe that is how he handled it all. She turned around and began to make her way back to Aeryn and Pilot. As she was walking back, she suddenly felt that eerie presence as though someone, or something, was watching her. She stopped and turned around expecting something to be there, but nothing, not even a DRD was there. It then struck her! There were no DRD's, where had they all gone? She turned back around and walked very carefully. She came to a part where one of Moya's corridors was dark and not lit. She didn't recall it being dark when she came through this part with John. She wish she hadn't split up, she wished he were here with Wynona. She almost kicked herself when she thought of that. 'Come on, Chiana. You're a big girl who can take care of herself. Come on, you lasted out here in the Uncharted Territories alone for some quite time. You're not going to get scared now when Moya is all quiet, and Pilot seems dead and no DRD's have yet to be seen, are you?' she questioned herself, trying to bolster her own courage. She shuddered, and then she ever so slowly began to walk into the darken corridor, the darkness swallowing her whole. She saw the door to Pilot's chamber a little ways up the corridor; it was the part that was all nicely lit up. She was almost halfway. She was about to step out of the darkness when something from behind grabbed her. She knew it wasn't John for John wouldn't play this kind of trick on her, or would he? She took her elbow and slammed it hard into whoever had grabbed her. The thing, grunting and losing the hold on her, enabled her to get lose enough that she began to sprint away. She was almost there, just a couple more steps and she would be in the safe chambers of Pilot's. Suddenly she heard an explosion and she then felt something hit her in the back of her leg. She fell towards the ground, the cold surface of Moya coming up fast to meet her. She spun around and feels down her leg to see what had hit her. It was a drug needle!!!! She pulled it out and began to try to crawl the rest of the way to Pilot's, but she had no more strength in her as the drug was beginning to make it's way through her body. She stopped when feet appeared in front of her face. She looked up but before she saw who had shot her with the drug needle, her eyes became to heavy to hold open and she passed out, not knowing who had shot her.
John had finally made his way to the command of Moya. Everything was still quiet, and that eerie darkness was still in the air. The lights were on, but so dim the eyes of a being would play tricks on them.
He began to press buttons on the console, trying to figure out what had happened to their beloved Moya and Pilot. But nothing showed up and no one reared their ugly head so John could destroy them with satisfaction. While he was busy with the console, the door of command closed. He thought maybe it was Aeryn or Chiana and called out to them. "You guys find any answers?"
No one answered his question, making him turn in wonder. When he did turn around to see why, he understood why nobody answered. For there was no Aeryn, no Chiana, no clone Scorpy or even a little yellow DRD, just him and his empty thoughts on the command. He looked around, the feeling he had gotten down on the Commerce Planet was now, once again, creeping upon him once more. He didn't even think about it, he brought his pulse rifle out once more, just to be on the safe side, of course. As he had his pulse rifle drawn away from his body and ready to shoot anything that dared to move, he noticed his hand was shaking very slightly. He was scared of the unknown and what might happen to him, following after it.
As John made his way towards the door he neither moved to slow nor to fast. He took another look around and tried to open the door, but it would not budge, as though something was blocking its path of travel. He began to panic, what the hell is going on?
It hit him like a ton of bricks, bells ringing, whistles whistling, dogs dancing and cats meowing and any other saying that would mean he had finally knew what the hell was going on. Well at least part of what was going on. Whoever was on Moya was getting them to split up. Did they ever check Pilot's pulse, or whatever that told them that he was indeed breathing, NO. They thought it would, or Chiana thought it would better to leave Aeryn be with Pilot or whatever was left that made Pilot their Pilot. Chiana and him had split up, and even though Chiana may have made it back to Pilot's Chamber, it was still going to be easy picking cause they were stronger as a group not just as one.
Oh hell no, Johnny Boy was not going out like this, maybe in a blaze of glory or something peaceful, but this? He started searching areas were there could be a possibility of him escaping. He did find one of the vents, but only Rygel would have been able to fit through and it looked as though even Rygel would have had trouble. He walked back to where he was messing around with the console and sank to the ground, leaning his head on the stand. He listened to the nothingness, just his breathing. He kept running though his mind, 'who could be doing this to them?' He quickly decided not to guess who he had pissed off this time, cause after he got here in the Uncharted Territories he was getting to damn good at pissing things off.
As he sat there, he heard it. He might have totally missed it if Moya was more alive and making her familiar noises. It was the sound of gas being let though a vent. He jumped up thinking he could block it and then he realized he would have no such luck for it was coming though all the vents in command. In a panic he tried once more to make the door open by running full charge into it. He stopped abruptly and all he got out of it was a bruised and aching shoulder. He was a trapped rat, and the snake was being let into the cage and there was nothing he could do about it. He let his body fall heavily to the floor, as the gas began to take over his senses. He realized just how tired he had been lately, hell maybe he would get a good sleep out of it. He tried to open his eyes wider hoping that it would keep himself from letting go and just let it beat him. But soon there was no more strength or fight left in him.
His eyes became too heavy to hold up, and it was already a struggle trying to keep his head up. As much as he wanted to fight it, he could no longer, so he let his head hit the floor with a thud. Everything drowned out and as the light became more dim and harder to see, John found himself slipping into the unknown abyss. John Crichton was now asleep on the floor of command not knowing what had truly happened aboard Moya or who had caused it.
