Authors Note: This is my first fanfic so reviews are greatly appreciated.
Please tell me if my stuff is rubbish and should be used only as the lining
for the litter tray of the cat next door.
Disclaimer: I'm sorry but all these characters belong to the series producers and none of them are mine (except for Baylak, Lukras, Traymayla and Jankaya). I'm just borrowing the characters for a little fun and games!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to my best friend Alison who put up with me writing through many a boring lesson and who learnt a great deal about Farscape in the process, my sister Bethan who read my previous stories and gave me the idea of putting this fic up, and my other friend Kay, who put up with me Blabbing on about all the recent Farscape eps.
Spoilers: Up to Infinite Possibilities Part 2: Icarus Abides, I s'pose.
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence but it could get worse. Watch this space.
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D'Argo roared with exasperation as the chains threaded through the rings on his chest were attached to the ceiling and pulled taught. Where were the others? D'Argo worried. All he knew was that when the peacekeepers boarded Moya, there was no sign of the others. You were the only one stupid to get caught out in the open he chastised himself.
Slowly he calmed down and began to take in his surroundings. He was in a leviathan holding cell but not Moya. The colour of the ship was wrong. The shelves in the corner were dark brown, almost black, whereas Moya was golden brown. D'Argo sighed heavily. He was on a peacekeeper Leviathan – one with a control collar. Slowly the huge warrior hung his head in defeat.
The Nebari screamed with indignation as the peacekeepers unceremoniously threw her in the cell door and palmed it shut behind her. The automatic locking system then clicked into place. "Frelling Tralks!" Chiana yelled at the retreating soldiers. She looked up and saw her cellmate "Frell, could my…what was it? Oh yes, day get any worse?" D'Argo grimaced at her halting use of earth language. Since the whole Jothee incident, he and Chiana had argued almost constantly.
One by one the rest of their shipmates joined them in the holding cell. First Rygel came in still on his throne sled. As his guards left he took great delight in telling Chiana that, "I farted so much, those probactos will be squeaky for hours." Next to arrive was John, closely followed by Aeryn. They got into the cell and the peacekeepers shackled them together. Aeryn hated it. She was still not talking to the other John- the one attached to her wrist she went of her way to avoid him and yet here they were cuffed together. Every now and then, their fingers would touch and Aeryn would feel an electric shock run up her arm before she jerked her hand away.
The next person to be found on Moya and brought to the cell was Crais. He strode into the cell, head held high, then immediately went to sit in the corner and sulk. As Crais walked in, John thought Fine, he can make himself useful, I'm sure Talyn only needs encouraging to fire at this ship. That way, Scorpius will never get the knowledge he needs. However as Crais walked past, John saw the blood on the back of his neck and realised that the neural transponder that linked him to Talyn was missing. Most likely pulled out by the PKs, he thought, miserable as some of his hope faded away.
Aeryn looked up as the doors opened yet again. She looked through defeated eyes as Zhaan walked in, supported by Stark. Zhaan looked withered and frail. She lent heavily on Stark as he carefully helped her through the doors. The defeat in Aeryn turned to outrage as she noticed that Zhaan was chained up too. For Hezmana's sake, she fumed; the poor priestess has only been back among the living for a weeken or two. The ex-peacekeeper sprang up to help Zhaan sit, pulling poor John behind her. Zhaan had just settled when they heard a familiar scream echoing through the ship.
Crais clapped his hands to his ears, wincing as the sudden movement caused the blood to trickle more freely from the wound. He looked up darkly, as the screamer got closer. He noted wryly that the other occupants of the cell were also doing what they could to protect their ears. He smiled cynically as he noted that John and Aeryn's efforts to keep their hearing, had brought them very close together, and John was having trouble concentrating on their situation. The doors to their cell swung smoothly open as the final member of their crew arrived. Red ringlets flying, the black-clad figure was thrown into the cell while the PK escorts struggled to restrain her and cover their ears at the same time.
Aeryn saw Jool enter the cell and breathed a sigh of relief, she'd been afraid that the peacekeepers would shoot the girl as soon as she started screaming. As Jool's escorts turned to leave, she saw their belts slacken, and a pace later their leather pants slowly fell down to their ankles. Next to her, John snorted with laughter but, appreciating the need for as little aggravation of the peacekeepers as possible, he gritted his teeth, reached over and placed his hand over Jool's mouth. Immediately, the noise quietened and the PKs hitched up their trousers and tried to figure out exactly what had just happened. Moya's crew stifled laughs as one by one, they figured it out.
Rygel's smile quickly disappeared as one of the…………inconvenienced Peacekeepers, turned on him and motioned threateningly with his pulse rifle. "What happened?" the guard growled, "how did you……?" Rygel fought to hide a smile and keep a straight face. "I'd have thought that the 'mighty' peacekeepers would have done more research on their prey. We were sensible and made our belt buckles more resistant to metal melting screams from Interons. To think, the entire peacekeeper army could be brought to their knees by one scream and their own ignorance of other species." The peacekeepers looked at him in astonishment. Maybe they can't believe that such a long speech, one that makes sense n'all, is coming from something that looks like a slug inside out. John thought grinning.
Disclaimer: I'm sorry but all these characters belong to the series producers and none of them are mine (except for Baylak, Lukras, Traymayla and Jankaya). I'm just borrowing the characters for a little fun and games!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to my best friend Alison who put up with me writing through many a boring lesson and who learnt a great deal about Farscape in the process, my sister Bethan who read my previous stories and gave me the idea of putting this fic up, and my other friend Kay, who put up with me Blabbing on about all the recent Farscape eps.
Spoilers: Up to Infinite Possibilities Part 2: Icarus Abides, I s'pose.
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence but it could get worse. Watch this space.
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D'Argo roared with exasperation as the chains threaded through the rings on his chest were attached to the ceiling and pulled taught. Where were the others? D'Argo worried. All he knew was that when the peacekeepers boarded Moya, there was no sign of the others. You were the only one stupid to get caught out in the open he chastised himself.
Slowly he calmed down and began to take in his surroundings. He was in a leviathan holding cell but not Moya. The colour of the ship was wrong. The shelves in the corner were dark brown, almost black, whereas Moya was golden brown. D'Argo sighed heavily. He was on a peacekeeper Leviathan – one with a control collar. Slowly the huge warrior hung his head in defeat.
The Nebari screamed with indignation as the peacekeepers unceremoniously threw her in the cell door and palmed it shut behind her. The automatic locking system then clicked into place. "Frelling Tralks!" Chiana yelled at the retreating soldiers. She looked up and saw her cellmate "Frell, could my…what was it? Oh yes, day get any worse?" D'Argo grimaced at her halting use of earth language. Since the whole Jothee incident, he and Chiana had argued almost constantly.
One by one the rest of their shipmates joined them in the holding cell. First Rygel came in still on his throne sled. As his guards left he took great delight in telling Chiana that, "I farted so much, those probactos will be squeaky for hours." Next to arrive was John, closely followed by Aeryn. They got into the cell and the peacekeepers shackled them together. Aeryn hated it. She was still not talking to the other John- the one attached to her wrist she went of her way to avoid him and yet here they were cuffed together. Every now and then, their fingers would touch and Aeryn would feel an electric shock run up her arm before she jerked her hand away.
The next person to be found on Moya and brought to the cell was Crais. He strode into the cell, head held high, then immediately went to sit in the corner and sulk. As Crais walked in, John thought Fine, he can make himself useful, I'm sure Talyn only needs encouraging to fire at this ship. That way, Scorpius will never get the knowledge he needs. However as Crais walked past, John saw the blood on the back of his neck and realised that the neural transponder that linked him to Talyn was missing. Most likely pulled out by the PKs, he thought, miserable as some of his hope faded away.
Aeryn looked up as the doors opened yet again. She looked through defeated eyes as Zhaan walked in, supported by Stark. Zhaan looked withered and frail. She lent heavily on Stark as he carefully helped her through the doors. The defeat in Aeryn turned to outrage as she noticed that Zhaan was chained up too. For Hezmana's sake, she fumed; the poor priestess has only been back among the living for a weeken or two. The ex-peacekeeper sprang up to help Zhaan sit, pulling poor John behind her. Zhaan had just settled when they heard a familiar scream echoing through the ship.
Crais clapped his hands to his ears, wincing as the sudden movement caused the blood to trickle more freely from the wound. He looked up darkly, as the screamer got closer. He noted wryly that the other occupants of the cell were also doing what they could to protect their ears. He smiled cynically as he noted that John and Aeryn's efforts to keep their hearing, had brought them very close together, and John was having trouble concentrating on their situation. The doors to their cell swung smoothly open as the final member of their crew arrived. Red ringlets flying, the black-clad figure was thrown into the cell while the PK escorts struggled to restrain her and cover their ears at the same time.
Aeryn saw Jool enter the cell and breathed a sigh of relief, she'd been afraid that the peacekeepers would shoot the girl as soon as she started screaming. As Jool's escorts turned to leave, she saw their belts slacken, and a pace later their leather pants slowly fell down to their ankles. Next to her, John snorted with laughter but, appreciating the need for as little aggravation of the peacekeepers as possible, he gritted his teeth, reached over and placed his hand over Jool's mouth. Immediately, the noise quietened and the PKs hitched up their trousers and tried to figure out exactly what had just happened. Moya's crew stifled laughs as one by one, they figured it out.
Rygel's smile quickly disappeared as one of the…………inconvenienced Peacekeepers, turned on him and motioned threateningly with his pulse rifle. "What happened?" the guard growled, "how did you……?" Rygel fought to hide a smile and keep a straight face. "I'd have thought that the 'mighty' peacekeepers would have done more research on their prey. We were sensible and made our belt buckles more resistant to metal melting screams from Interons. To think, the entire peacekeeper army could be brought to their knees by one scream and their own ignorance of other species." The peacekeepers looked at him in astonishment. Maybe they can't believe that such a long speech, one that makes sense n'all, is coming from something that looks like a slug inside out. John thought grinning.