Disclaimer: You've heard it all before, these characters don't belong to
me. They belong to whichever genius created Farscape and the actors and
puppeteers that bring them to life. However in this fic, I've created a few
characters of mine and I hold all rights to them.
Rating: PG-13 (For now; P)
Author's note: A huge Hi goes out to all the people that read this fic. Thank you for spending your time over my inane babbling.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
D'Argo paused in roaring, only to take a deep breath and start again. He made a mental note to remember this as an effective stress reliever. He was very frustrated and was having trouble restraining himself from taking it out on Chiana, his only cellmate. You might as well throw me in a torture chamber and have done with it. Having Chiana as a cellmate was, as John once said, "Like having the chipmunks singing the same line of song over and over again in your ear." Or, translated into normal talk, very, very, very, very annoying.
Chiana finished her latest search of the cell and stamped her foot in frustration. She cocked her head to one side, listening as D'argo fell silent, and steeled herself for another round of roars. After a few microns of silence, she realised that the Luxan was saving his breath. She heard boot steps coming along the corridor. She ran to the small window in the cell door and watched the small patrol pass, checking the cells. She felt all jittery and broke the silence by chattering inanely. She watched D'argo get more and more annoyed with her, and stopped speaking just as she sensed he would go over the edge if another word passed her lips.
D'Argo waited for the Nebari to draw breath and start to talk again. He wished that she would shut up. He was rewarded with a silence rivalling that of solitary confinement. He didn't have long to enjoy it though. A small, pathetic whimper sounded from the back of the cell. D'Argo swung his head round, tentacles flying and fixed his eyes in the small bundle in the corner. "What's the matter Chiana?" He asked, his voice sounding gruffer than he'd intended. "I'm scared." She replied bluntly. "Before there's always been someway we could get out, always something in which we had the upper hand, always some secret weapon. Not this time though. This time we're screwed. We're all gonna die." D'Argo thought about this for a moment and then nodded in agreement. "You're probably right. There are, however, two things I've learnt since I joined Moya. Firstly, if all else fails, you still have hope."
Zhaan looked up into the face of her soul mate and grimaced as another wave of exhaustion racked her body. Stark smiled weakly down at her and took her hand, hoping to offer some comfort. "Hush now, get some rest. Your body is healing well. I will watch for the peacekeepers." A peaceful smile spread across the Delvian's face as her eyes closed and she fell into a light sleep. Stark's smile immediately changed to a concerned frown as he surveyed Zhaan's frail form. She looked better than she had when they'd first got her back. The nasty red colour had gone from her head and she wasn't in such immense pain. Her only trouble now was exhaustion. Her face had a distinct grey tinge and if she didn't get some sleep soon, then she'd die all over again and Stark didn't think he'd be able to cope.
Rygel was zooming around his cell on the adopted throne sled the peacekeepers had so thoughtfully provided. They had taken away his old one, thinking it was armed. When the Hynerian subsequently pointed out that he'd have to be carried everywhere from now on, they had issued him with a crude replacement. Clearly they didn't want to risk another fart attack. The reason Rygel was going so fast was because he had a very pissed off ex- peacekeeper captain behind him. Krais was not in a good mood and he was taking his anger out on the nearest thing, Rygel. One of the Hynerians ears was already painful and Krais' current prerogative was to pluck out the hairs from along the edge of Rygel's highly sensitive ears. "Look Krais. We aren't enemies. We're Fr…allies. It's no use fighting amongst us. We have to stick together in a h attempt to survive." Krais gave a grim laugh and paused for a moment in his chase. "You stupid Hynerian. You don't understand. It's virtually impossible to escape from one of these ships alive. They are built to keep prisoners in and enemies out. We aren't going to be escaping from here." Rygel's face went blank. "I know, but what else can we do?" Krais made a movement to begin his chase again but then paused as they heard boot steps coming along the corridor outside the cells.
The boot steps fell heavily along the corridor. All the crewmembers tensed and moved into battle positions as best they could. They were determined to go down fighting. As the steps passed each door, the occupants of the cell relaxed slightly but stayed by the door in an attempt to hear what was going on. The footsteps stopped outside John and Aeryn's cell. John looked at Aeryn, and without saying anything, knew what they were going to do. He moved to one side of the door and watched Aeryn do the same on the other side. It was a futile attempt at resistance but it made them feel less helpless. Aeryn looked at John wistfully as he moved into position ready to attack the incoming peacekeepers. They worked well together. They were perfect for each other…No Aeryn stopped the thoughts with a shake of her head John Crichton, her John Crichton, was dead. This was a clone. She was pulled back to the current situation when the door was palmed open. Two peacekeepers strode into the room, pulse rifles out and searching for a target. Aeryn and John prepared to fight but the peacekeeper they recognised from the earlier incident – Commander Baylak, simply trained his gun at Aeryn's head and all thought of resistance left John's mind. Aeryn could see it in his eyes. The gun went up and all his fire and resistance was stripped away. He looked scared. "Lieutenant Lukras, Cuff him up." The order was barked out and Aeryn watched as John meekly followed them. My life must mean a lot to him. She shook her head again to get rid of these thoughts. No. He probably just doesn't want me dead because I'm a crewmember and ally. He's not my John. I mustn't forget that. Thoughts like this make me weak and the last thing I need now is too see someone I love die while I watch. Again. If I can prevent this by being strong then I will.
Rating: PG-13 (For now; P)
Author's note: A huge Hi goes out to all the people that read this fic. Thank you for spending your time over my inane babbling.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
D'Argo paused in roaring, only to take a deep breath and start again. He made a mental note to remember this as an effective stress reliever. He was very frustrated and was having trouble restraining himself from taking it out on Chiana, his only cellmate. You might as well throw me in a torture chamber and have done with it. Having Chiana as a cellmate was, as John once said, "Like having the chipmunks singing the same line of song over and over again in your ear." Or, translated into normal talk, very, very, very, very annoying.
Chiana finished her latest search of the cell and stamped her foot in frustration. She cocked her head to one side, listening as D'argo fell silent, and steeled herself for another round of roars. After a few microns of silence, she realised that the Luxan was saving his breath. She heard boot steps coming along the corridor. She ran to the small window in the cell door and watched the small patrol pass, checking the cells. She felt all jittery and broke the silence by chattering inanely. She watched D'argo get more and more annoyed with her, and stopped speaking just as she sensed he would go over the edge if another word passed her lips.
D'Argo waited for the Nebari to draw breath and start to talk again. He wished that she would shut up. He was rewarded with a silence rivalling that of solitary confinement. He didn't have long to enjoy it though. A small, pathetic whimper sounded from the back of the cell. D'Argo swung his head round, tentacles flying and fixed his eyes in the small bundle in the corner. "What's the matter Chiana?" He asked, his voice sounding gruffer than he'd intended. "I'm scared." She replied bluntly. "Before there's always been someway we could get out, always something in which we had the upper hand, always some secret weapon. Not this time though. This time we're screwed. We're all gonna die." D'Argo thought about this for a moment and then nodded in agreement. "You're probably right. There are, however, two things I've learnt since I joined Moya. Firstly, if all else fails, you still have hope."
Zhaan looked up into the face of her soul mate and grimaced as another wave of exhaustion racked her body. Stark smiled weakly down at her and took her hand, hoping to offer some comfort. "Hush now, get some rest. Your body is healing well. I will watch for the peacekeepers." A peaceful smile spread across the Delvian's face as her eyes closed and she fell into a light sleep. Stark's smile immediately changed to a concerned frown as he surveyed Zhaan's frail form. She looked better than she had when they'd first got her back. The nasty red colour had gone from her head and she wasn't in such immense pain. Her only trouble now was exhaustion. Her face had a distinct grey tinge and if she didn't get some sleep soon, then she'd die all over again and Stark didn't think he'd be able to cope.
Rygel was zooming around his cell on the adopted throne sled the peacekeepers had so thoughtfully provided. They had taken away his old one, thinking it was armed. When the Hynerian subsequently pointed out that he'd have to be carried everywhere from now on, they had issued him with a crude replacement. Clearly they didn't want to risk another fart attack. The reason Rygel was going so fast was because he had a very pissed off ex- peacekeeper captain behind him. Krais was not in a good mood and he was taking his anger out on the nearest thing, Rygel. One of the Hynerians ears was already painful and Krais' current prerogative was to pluck out the hairs from along the edge of Rygel's highly sensitive ears. "Look Krais. We aren't enemies. We're Fr…allies. It's no use fighting amongst us. We have to stick together in a h attempt to survive." Krais gave a grim laugh and paused for a moment in his chase. "You stupid Hynerian. You don't understand. It's virtually impossible to escape from one of these ships alive. They are built to keep prisoners in and enemies out. We aren't going to be escaping from here." Rygel's face went blank. "I know, but what else can we do?" Krais made a movement to begin his chase again but then paused as they heard boot steps coming along the corridor outside the cells.
The boot steps fell heavily along the corridor. All the crewmembers tensed and moved into battle positions as best they could. They were determined to go down fighting. As the steps passed each door, the occupants of the cell relaxed slightly but stayed by the door in an attempt to hear what was going on. The footsteps stopped outside John and Aeryn's cell. John looked at Aeryn, and without saying anything, knew what they were going to do. He moved to one side of the door and watched Aeryn do the same on the other side. It was a futile attempt at resistance but it made them feel less helpless. Aeryn looked at John wistfully as he moved into position ready to attack the incoming peacekeepers. They worked well together. They were perfect for each other…No Aeryn stopped the thoughts with a shake of her head John Crichton, her John Crichton, was dead. This was a clone. She was pulled back to the current situation when the door was palmed open. Two peacekeepers strode into the room, pulse rifles out and searching for a target. Aeryn and John prepared to fight but the peacekeeper they recognised from the earlier incident – Commander Baylak, simply trained his gun at Aeryn's head and all thought of resistance left John's mind. Aeryn could see it in his eyes. The gun went up and all his fire and resistance was stripped away. He looked scared. "Lieutenant Lukras, Cuff him up." The order was barked out and Aeryn watched as John meekly followed them. My life must mean a lot to him. She shook her head again to get rid of these thoughts. No. He probably just doesn't want me dead because I'm a crewmember and ally. He's not my John. I mustn't forget that. Thoughts like this make me weak and the last thing I need now is too see someone I love die while I watch. Again. If I can prevent this by being strong then I will.