EPILOGUE
Tauvo stared at the view screen, his arms clasped behind his back as he watched Talyn starburst from the nebula. He knew they would rejoin at Zorosa 3 before Morgan gave birth, but he still couldn't dispel the gnawing in his gut. Crais, Morgan, Crichton and Aeryn were going to find Moya and bring the others back to the planet with them, hoping to convince them to join the fight. Tauvo wondered if it was a moot point.
It was wise to lay low for a while, the remnants of the Peacekeepers frantically searching for them under Scorpius' command. He looked at Shantar standing to his right as the carrier and the fleet began it's own journey back to Zorosa 3. "What?" Tauvo finally snapped. He knew the look on Shantar's face only too well.
"You didn't tell him, did you?" Shantar simply commented.
Tauvo turned and stalked off the bridge, Shantar right behind him. "Bialar has enough to worry about without that on his mind as well. Hopefully, by the time they arrive, Mother and Father will have him somewhat…settled."
"And I bet you didn't tell him your parents would be on Zorosa 3, either," he accused, Tauvo's back stiffening at his words. Shantar grabbed Tauvo's arm, spinning him around. "Tauvo, Terrick is your nephew. He is your brother's son in every aspect of the word. He hates Bialar and he has never even met him, no matter what Sulan told him. You should have warned Crais before they left."
Tauvo stared at Shantar. "Morgan is going to keep him busy. Terrick's existence is just another added distraction that he does not need. I know what I am doing and I'll handle Bialar." He headed back up the corridor, leaving Shantar watching him.
"I hope you know what you're doing," he whispered to Tauvo's back.
Peacekeeper High Command was in ruin. The council was gone, the fleet spread out across the territories in disarray, the captains and officers each vying for control over the others. Scorpius picked his way through the capital city, Braca behind him, his fury barely contained. "It is amazing how a handful of fugitives and two humans can cause this much chaos," he commented, stepping over the rotting corpse of a dead Peacekeeper.
Braca's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Yes sir."
Scorpius tilted his head, holding his hand up, listening. He climbed the rubble that was once the majestic council building, glass crunching under his boots as he made his way towards the sound. The Peacekeeper scientist bent down, motioning for two of the guards accompanying him to quickly and carefully sift through the debris.
"By Cholak, that's…" Braca started as the body was uncovered.
"Captain Jira Raseen," Scorpius finished.
The Captain looked up at him, her eyes squinting in the pale light, her face flushed with pain and fever. "Sir," she whispered.
"Captain Raseen, where is John Crichton and Morgan Langtree?" Scorpius simply asked.
Raseen swallowed hard. She lay in an awkward position, her back and legs broken, barely alive. "Escaped sir. They…had…inside help."
Scorpius nodded. "And the resistance members?"
"With…them." Her eyes focused on the Scarren half-breed. "I regret…not…fulfilling my…duty sir." She inhaled sharply as Scorpius motioned to two medical orderlies. "I…would have…enjoyed…seeing her…die in the…Aurora chair."
Scorpius exchanged a glance with Braca. "You still will, Captain. You still will."
(…and the adventure continues…)
Tauvo stared at the view screen, his arms clasped behind his back as he watched Talyn starburst from the nebula. He knew they would rejoin at Zorosa 3 before Morgan gave birth, but he still couldn't dispel the gnawing in his gut. Crais, Morgan, Crichton and Aeryn were going to find Moya and bring the others back to the planet with them, hoping to convince them to join the fight. Tauvo wondered if it was a moot point.
It was wise to lay low for a while, the remnants of the Peacekeepers frantically searching for them under Scorpius' command. He looked at Shantar standing to his right as the carrier and the fleet began it's own journey back to Zorosa 3. "What?" Tauvo finally snapped. He knew the look on Shantar's face only too well.
"You didn't tell him, did you?" Shantar simply commented.
Tauvo turned and stalked off the bridge, Shantar right behind him. "Bialar has enough to worry about without that on his mind as well. Hopefully, by the time they arrive, Mother and Father will have him somewhat…settled."
"And I bet you didn't tell him your parents would be on Zorosa 3, either," he accused, Tauvo's back stiffening at his words. Shantar grabbed Tauvo's arm, spinning him around. "Tauvo, Terrick is your nephew. He is your brother's son in every aspect of the word. He hates Bialar and he has never even met him, no matter what Sulan told him. You should have warned Crais before they left."
Tauvo stared at Shantar. "Morgan is going to keep him busy. Terrick's existence is just another added distraction that he does not need. I know what I am doing and I'll handle Bialar." He headed back up the corridor, leaving Shantar watching him.
"I hope you know what you're doing," he whispered to Tauvo's back.
Peacekeeper High Command was in ruin. The council was gone, the fleet spread out across the territories in disarray, the captains and officers each vying for control over the others. Scorpius picked his way through the capital city, Braca behind him, his fury barely contained. "It is amazing how a handful of fugitives and two humans can cause this much chaos," he commented, stepping over the rotting corpse of a dead Peacekeeper.
Braca's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Yes sir."
Scorpius tilted his head, holding his hand up, listening. He climbed the rubble that was once the majestic council building, glass crunching under his boots as he made his way towards the sound. The Peacekeeper scientist bent down, motioning for two of the guards accompanying him to quickly and carefully sift through the debris.
"By Cholak, that's…" Braca started as the body was uncovered.
"Captain Jira Raseen," Scorpius finished.
The Captain looked up at him, her eyes squinting in the pale light, her face flushed with pain and fever. "Sir," she whispered.
"Captain Raseen, where is John Crichton and Morgan Langtree?" Scorpius simply asked.
Raseen swallowed hard. She lay in an awkward position, her back and legs broken, barely alive. "Escaped sir. They…had…inside help."
Scorpius nodded. "And the resistance members?"
"With…them." Her eyes focused on the Scarren half-breed. "I regret…not…fulfilling my…duty sir." She inhaled sharply as Scorpius motioned to two medical orderlies. "I…would have…enjoyed…seeing her…die in the…Aurora chair."
Scorpius exchanged a glance with Braca. "You still will, Captain. You still will."
(…and the adventure continues…)