Disclamer: I do not own any of the Characters descripted below with the exception of Marik T'kar, the others being creations of Sci Fi and all that..please no money or offers of marriage.
Timeline : one weenan after "Fractures"
Summary : After the chaos and turmoil of "Fractures", The crew of Moya encounters a strange vessel with a single occupant. (sorry...I am still learning how to do this stuff)
Rating : PG (at least for now...language and a little violence)
THE TEMPLAR SAGA BOOK 1 : TEMPLAR'S HONOR
He didn't really feel like getting up. For all intents and purposes, John Crichton would be just thrilled if the universe would just let him sleep for another few microts. He had stayed up most of the sleep cycle replaying the message that the other John had left him, just as he had the night before...hoping that somehow this time he could figure someway to ease the pain that had made its home in his heart.
"She takes.....time", he had said.
(Well Johnny-boy) Crichton thought to himself ( I don't know if I can give that much time to her)
Finally rising from the tangled sheets of his bed, he slowly stood up and raked his hand through the three days of growth that could be considered a beard. He hadn't really bothered with appearances lately...he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten...it all didn't really matter to him. The only thought on his mind should be the upcoming assault upon Scorpius's Command Carrier. But even that daunting task had taken a backseat to the anquish that John was feeling over Aeryn and her almost arctic treatment of him when she had returned from Talyn
" How the hell do you compete with a dead man..." he mused outloud.
"John, perhaps you should concern yourself with matters of true importance...such as not joining your unfortunate clone in the hereafter" the sinister voice in the corner of his mind intoned.
" Not now Harvey!" John grumbled. That was all he needed right now...Mother Teresa of the Leatherheads giving him personal advise.
"I have a vested interest in your continuing exsistance Crichton. And in your condition, I wouldn't be comfortable with your odds of survival against the Hynerian let alone my counterpart on the Command Carrier." Harvey responded, leaning against the bulkhead of John's cell
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Harv. Do me a favor and go play in traffic. I don't have time to play head games with you right now." John said tiredly.
Harv's next retort was cut short by the calm and collected voice of Pilot over John's Com.
"Commander, I am afraid that your presence is needed in Command at this time. Moya has detected a ship close by and is unable to identify it."
"Be there in two shakes, Pilot." John replied, knowing instantly that Pilot was sitting in his den wondering just what in hezmana he had just said. " I'll be right there."
John hurridly dressed and was in Command quicker then most of the others....Jool and D'argo were already there. John grinned as he noticed that Jool was still wearing her eye patch..getting Boolian in her eye had to be the most wretched thing that had happened to her so far, but he surpressed the grin that was threatening to spread over his face.
Chianna was next to arrive with Crais hot behind her. John tried not to notice Aeryn enter but failed misreably. Just watching her walk into the room sent a new series of aches through his already fragile and wounded heart. The cool and emotionless expression on her face didn't help any either.
" Any idea on who it is out there, Pilot?" She asked in a monotone and sterile tone.
" I am afraid that neither I nor Moya have any record in our data stores that could identify the vessel...I can, however place it on the holoscreen if you wish." Pilot's image nodded to the display as it came up.
The ship was made up of a primary fuselage...elongated triangle with two sets of swept back wings ..one large set vertically placed and one smaller set horizontal. the two larger wings carried an assortment of differently sized weapons, at least they looked to be weapons to John and the others...and the whole ship was the size of a Peacekeeper Marauder.
John was about to ask if anyone recognized it when he saw D'argo stop dead in his tracks....his eyes wide and his hands gripping the edge of the display so hard that he could hear it start to rattle.
"Whats got you so spooked, Dee. You recognize that thi..." John started to say
"Pilot, are there any life signs aboard that vessel?!?" Dargo shouted...startleing everyone in the room.
" Moya does detect one life form ..but very weak..perhaps in hibernation...we cannot be certain."
"Tell Moya to prepare to Starburst now...we might still have..." D'argo commanded but was interupted himself by Pilot.
"Correction..the life signal is starting to strengthen ...the ship's life support and other systems are beginning to power up."
"D'argo...why are you so spooked. You recognize that thing?" John asked..not liking the look of fear in the Luxon's eyes.
" Yes, John....thats a Montaraan Crusader. and the only creature that can pilot a Crusader is a Templar...we have to leave now!!" D'argo urged...
"What the frell is a Templar, I never heard of one." Chianna finally spoke up. The concern growing in her dark black eyes.
"A templar is walking death...worse than 100 Peacekeepers...and we just woke one up....." D'argo intoned....as the Crusader moved to face Moya....lethal weapons pointed directly at her...
John and the others stood in silence...unused to seeing D'argo so unmoved. It was then that the next surprise came.
"The Crusader pilot is hailing us...he wishes to dock...."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
(any input would be greatly appreciated as this is my first attempt at a serious and lengthy fic. and don't be afraid to Critize....even the great authors got flamed once in a while.
Midnight_Obsidian
Master of Mayhem
Dominar of the Critical Care Ward
Timeline : one weenan after "Fractures"
Summary : After the chaos and turmoil of "Fractures", The crew of Moya encounters a strange vessel with a single occupant. (sorry...I am still learning how to do this stuff)
Rating : PG (at least for now...language and a little violence)
THE TEMPLAR SAGA BOOK 1 : TEMPLAR'S HONOR
He didn't really feel like getting up. For all intents and purposes, John Crichton would be just thrilled if the universe would just let him sleep for another few microts. He had stayed up most of the sleep cycle replaying the message that the other John had left him, just as he had the night before...hoping that somehow this time he could figure someway to ease the pain that had made its home in his heart.
"She takes.....time", he had said.
(Well Johnny-boy) Crichton thought to himself ( I don't know if I can give that much time to her)
Finally rising from the tangled sheets of his bed, he slowly stood up and raked his hand through the three days of growth that could be considered a beard. He hadn't really bothered with appearances lately...he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten...it all didn't really matter to him. The only thought on his mind should be the upcoming assault upon Scorpius's Command Carrier. But even that daunting task had taken a backseat to the anquish that John was feeling over Aeryn and her almost arctic treatment of him when she had returned from Talyn
" How the hell do you compete with a dead man..." he mused outloud.
"John, perhaps you should concern yourself with matters of true importance...such as not joining your unfortunate clone in the hereafter" the sinister voice in the corner of his mind intoned.
" Not now Harvey!" John grumbled. That was all he needed right now...Mother Teresa of the Leatherheads giving him personal advise.
"I have a vested interest in your continuing exsistance Crichton. And in your condition, I wouldn't be comfortable with your odds of survival against the Hynerian let alone my counterpart on the Command Carrier." Harvey responded, leaning against the bulkhead of John's cell
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Harv. Do me a favor and go play in traffic. I don't have time to play head games with you right now." John said tiredly.
Harv's next retort was cut short by the calm and collected voice of Pilot over John's Com.
"Commander, I am afraid that your presence is needed in Command at this time. Moya has detected a ship close by and is unable to identify it."
"Be there in two shakes, Pilot." John replied, knowing instantly that Pilot was sitting in his den wondering just what in hezmana he had just said. " I'll be right there."
John hurridly dressed and was in Command quicker then most of the others....Jool and D'argo were already there. John grinned as he noticed that Jool was still wearing her eye patch..getting Boolian in her eye had to be the most wretched thing that had happened to her so far, but he surpressed the grin that was threatening to spread over his face.
Chianna was next to arrive with Crais hot behind her. John tried not to notice Aeryn enter but failed misreably. Just watching her walk into the room sent a new series of aches through his already fragile and wounded heart. The cool and emotionless expression on her face didn't help any either.
" Any idea on who it is out there, Pilot?" She asked in a monotone and sterile tone.
" I am afraid that neither I nor Moya have any record in our data stores that could identify the vessel...I can, however place it on the holoscreen if you wish." Pilot's image nodded to the display as it came up.
The ship was made up of a primary fuselage...elongated triangle with two sets of swept back wings ..one large set vertically placed and one smaller set horizontal. the two larger wings carried an assortment of differently sized weapons, at least they looked to be weapons to John and the others...and the whole ship was the size of a Peacekeeper Marauder.
John was about to ask if anyone recognized it when he saw D'argo stop dead in his tracks....his eyes wide and his hands gripping the edge of the display so hard that he could hear it start to rattle.
"Whats got you so spooked, Dee. You recognize that thi..." John started to say
"Pilot, are there any life signs aboard that vessel?!?" Dargo shouted...startleing everyone in the room.
" Moya does detect one life form ..but very weak..perhaps in hibernation...we cannot be certain."
"Tell Moya to prepare to Starburst now...we might still have..." D'argo commanded but was interupted himself by Pilot.
"Correction..the life signal is starting to strengthen ...the ship's life support and other systems are beginning to power up."
"D'argo...why are you so spooked. You recognize that thing?" John asked..not liking the look of fear in the Luxon's eyes.
" Yes, John....thats a Montaraan Crusader. and the only creature that can pilot a Crusader is a Templar...we have to leave now!!" D'argo urged...
"What the frell is a Templar, I never heard of one." Chianna finally spoke up. The concern growing in her dark black eyes.
"A templar is walking death...worse than 100 Peacekeepers...and we just woke one up....." D'argo intoned....as the Crusader moved to face Moya....lethal weapons pointed directly at her...
John and the others stood in silence...unused to seeing D'argo so unmoved. It was then that the next surprise came.
"The Crusader pilot is hailing us...he wishes to dock...."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
(any input would be greatly appreciated as this is my first attempt at a serious and lengthy fic. and don't be afraid to Critize....even the great authors got flamed once in a while.
Midnight_Obsidian
Master of Mayhem
Dominar of the Critical Care Ward