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
Part II
The crew stared in silent shock as the alien vessel continued to approach. John was the first to break the silence. "Well folks we better think of something cause D'argo's boogeyman wants to pay us a social call!!"
" We must Starburst NOW!! If we allow that Templar aboard we are all dead...do you not understand?!" D'argo bellowed. John had never seen the Luxon so close to panic in his time aboard Moya.
" How do you know so much about this Template?" Rygel sneered. "For all we know he could be a merchant wishing to trade."
D'argo snorted then raised his head, " Pilot, can you identify the weapon systems on the Crusader approaching?"
"Yes Ka D'argo....Two capital ship grade plasma cannons, 8 Pulse Cannons and an assortment of Duralite Torpedoes..." Pilot's voice trailed off as the realization of the amount of firepower pointed at him and Moya hit him.
D'argo turned back to Rygel "Does a merchant usual carry enough firepower to Cripple a Command Carrier?
" The ship's pilot is still requesting permission to board...shall I answer him?" Pilot reported.
John could see that D'argo was dead set against this...and he had to admit...that ship out there wasn't just loaded for bear..it was loaded for Bolong... but they still hadn't even talked to this Templar ...maybe it wasn't looking for a fight...
"Patch me through to him, Pilot. John suddenly announced...drawing surprising glances from everyone in the room....he even thought he heard a stiffled "Aw Frell" come from Chianna...good old Pip.
"This is the Levianthan Moya calling unidentified ship...why do you wish to board us?" John called out.
"SHIP....DAMAGED...CREW..INJURED. REQUIRE DOCKING TO FACILITATE REPAIRS."
came the mechanical and distorted reply.
John seemed to consider this for a second...then looked around...seeing D'argo shaking his head no violently...Rygel looking to the side..probably wondering what he could snurch from the ship...Chianna shrugging his shoulders....Jool wide eyed and scared..nothing unusual......Aeryn.......(damn).
"Pilot, engage the Docking Web and admit the ship into Maintenance Bay 3...we'll be there shortly." John called out. As soon as he did D'argo gripped him from the shoulders and shook him violently.
"Are you Frelling Fahbot!!! That thing is going to kill us all and you let it onboard?!!?"
Struggling to remain calm while being shook like a ragdoll took almost more than John had....but he surprised himself by pushing himself away from the Luxon and shouting back at him.
"He's asking for help with injured people! Since when did we act like Scorpius and turn our backs on people who need our help!!" John shouted back.
// Not perhaps the best thing you could have said to him, John.// Harvey's calm voice taunted in the back of his mind.
"Since I know firsthand what these beasts can do...I've fought them...it was my second battle campaign..and we lost. A whole army of Luxon Warriors...lost to 1000 templars...I was one of the few lucky enough to survive..." D'argo's voice seem to lose strength as memories of horrific combat seem to flood back to him...
"I am sorry to interupt but the Crusader is now docking and I believe from Moya's detailed scans that the pilot of that vessel is correct...it is heavily damaged...and the damage is indicative of PeaceKeeper weapondry..."
"Well whoever this guy is....we better go greet him...." John said...walking to the doors....rattlers becoming stronger by the step
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
Part II
The crew stared in silent shock as the alien vessel continued to approach. John was the first to break the silence. "Well folks we better think of something cause D'argo's boogeyman wants to pay us a social call!!"
" We must Starburst NOW!! If we allow that Templar aboard we are all dead...do you not understand?!" D'argo bellowed. John had never seen the Luxon so close to panic in his time aboard Moya.
" How do you know so much about this Template?" Rygel sneered. "For all we know he could be a merchant wishing to trade."
D'argo snorted then raised his head, " Pilot, can you identify the weapon systems on the Crusader approaching?"
"Yes Ka D'argo....Two capital ship grade plasma cannons, 8 Pulse Cannons and an assortment of Duralite Torpedoes..." Pilot's voice trailed off as the realization of the amount of firepower pointed at him and Moya hit him.
D'argo turned back to Rygel "Does a merchant usual carry enough firepower to Cripple a Command Carrier?
" The ship's pilot is still requesting permission to board...shall I answer him?" Pilot reported.
John could see that D'argo was dead set against this...and he had to admit...that ship out there wasn't just loaded for bear..it was loaded for Bolong... but they still hadn't even talked to this Templar ...maybe it wasn't looking for a fight...
"Patch me through to him, Pilot. John suddenly announced...drawing surprising glances from everyone in the room....he even thought he heard a stiffled "Aw Frell" come from Chianna...good old Pip.
"This is the Levianthan Moya calling unidentified ship...why do you wish to board us?" John called out.
"SHIP....DAMAGED...CREW..INJURED. REQUIRE DOCKING TO FACILITATE REPAIRS."
came the mechanical and distorted reply.
John seemed to consider this for a second...then looked around...seeing D'argo shaking his head no violently...Rygel looking to the side..probably wondering what he could snurch from the ship...Chianna shrugging his shoulders....Jool wide eyed and scared..nothing unusual......Aeryn.......(damn).
"Pilot, engage the Docking Web and admit the ship into Maintenance Bay 3...we'll be there shortly." John called out. As soon as he did D'argo gripped him from the shoulders and shook him violently.
"Are you Frelling Fahbot!!! That thing is going to kill us all and you let it onboard?!!?"
Struggling to remain calm while being shook like a ragdoll took almost more than John had....but he surprised himself by pushing himself away from the Luxon and shouting back at him.
"He's asking for help with injured people! Since when did we act like Scorpius and turn our backs on people who need our help!!" John shouted back.
// Not perhaps the best thing you could have said to him, John.// Harvey's calm voice taunted in the back of his mind.
"Since I know firsthand what these beasts can do...I've fought them...it was my second battle campaign..and we lost. A whole army of Luxon Warriors...lost to 1000 templars...I was one of the few lucky enough to survive..." D'argo's voice seem to lose strength as memories of horrific combat seem to flood back to him...
"I am sorry to interupt but the Crusader is now docking and I believe from Moya's detailed scans that the pilot of that vessel is correct...it is heavily damaged...and the damage is indicative of PeaceKeeper weapondry..."
"Well whoever this guy is....we better go greet him...." John said...walking to the doors....rattlers becoming stronger by the step
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