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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 III
The Crew had decided that it would be best that John, Aeryn and D'argo meet the incoming vessel as it docked with Moya. As they rushed down the corridors leading up to the Maintenance Bay, John's thoughts were running at high speed and they worried him.
(We're about to meet an unknown alien in a Warship that makes the Death Star look like a Tonka Toy, D'argo is freaking out, and Aeryn will probably shoot me first if trouble starts...oh yeah....confidence is high.)
//You do seem to attract a more than fair share of trouble to your self, John. Perhaps you might think about a more relaxing line of work....I'm sure that Scorpius could...//
"Harvey, SHUT. UP!!!!"
It took John a microt to realize that he had just shouted that outloud. Stopping and looking to D'argo and Aeryn, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. Aeryn just shot an annoyed glance at the ceiling as if she had just been asked to clean up after a small child.
//My my John....talking to yourself again...what will the neighbors think// Harvey's laughter faded away.
"Chianna come down here and take Crichton's place. He's started talking to himself again...." Aeryn started.
"Chianna don't bother, I'm fine!" John tapped his own com and looked to D'argo and Aeryn. "I have him under control. Trust me." He could see the skepticism in Aeryn's eyes. That hurt worst of all...
Aeryn shrugged and continued on...D'argo concidered him for a moment longer...his own fear overriding his normal concern for John as he nodded and followed after her. John sighed. (Thats going to cost you Harvey.) he thought...and began to hum the melody to "Don't Worry, Be Happy". ( Stick that in your leather bonnet, Harv!)
He could almost hear the nueral clone scream in pain as he rushed down the corridor.
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The vessel was just touching down as the three entered the Maintenance Bay. It looked even more deadly up close then it had through the viewing port. The forward portion of the vessel seemed to be made to resemble the neck and head of a bird...(A bird of prey) John mused. The craft stopped and made a variety of noises as it settled upon Moya's deck. For a brief moment all was silent...John could hear every breath that D'argo and Aeryn were making..he gripped his pulse pistol a little harder, watching them also change their postures to better position their weapons. After what had to be the longest wait...the lower part of the head...(At least I think it's the head) John thought, began to move....They were greeted with a loud POP....as air rushed into the Alien vessel.
"Pilot, Can you read any punctures or fractures in that vessel's superstructure?" Aeryn shouted over the hiss of rushing air.
"Negative, Officer Sun...it would appear that the interior of the ship was vented of all atmosphere" came Pilot's reply over all of their coms.
"And you said that your still reading a life form on board?" John asked.
"Affirmitive, Commander. One lifeform steadily gaining strength...I cannot however hail the pilot of the vessel any longer...I believe it may have been an automated distress beacon."
"Great, so it won't know that we don't mean it harm....just peachy." John grumbled.
"It means US harm, Crichton. Better we kill it now before it is given a chance to kill us." D'argo said.
John's retort was cut off before he started when a ramp was slowly lowered down...the interior of the ship now visible to the three. John squinted as he looked inside...nothing but darkness...and fog?
"Pilot can you get a temperature reading from inside that ship?" John asked
"Working.......Moya reports that the temperature inside is......120 degrees below optimum....and slowly rising."
John's eyes widened as he looked to the others "You've GOT to be kidding me."
D'argo shrugged. "Well if I must die...then I will face it as a warrior. Not cower and wait for death!"
Bellowing a War cry he charged up into the maw of the ship and was swallowed up into the darkness. John and Aeryn started to rush after him but quickly dodged out of the way as they heard an "OOMPH" a loud smack....followed by D'argo tumbling down the ramp....
John kneeled down to the Luxon and checked him over "What hit you, Big guy?"
D'argo mumbled something and John started to chuckle...Aeryn bent over John and asked "What did he say?"
John straightend up ...offering D'argo a hand as he answered her between laughs.
"A wall"
***********
Once Pilot had deemed that the temperature had risen to safe enough levels...All three of them entered the ship...John went in first....D'argo right behind him with Aeryn covering the rear. John carried a portable light in his left hand...Wynona in his right. The interior of the ship seemed to resemble the scales of a reptile more than the hull of warship (No) John thought ( The scales of a Dragon) They turned a corner into what appeared to be a common room and John moved his light to the walls...
"Man...who decorated this place..Vincent Price?" John muttered to himself...D'argo crowded past him and activated his own light shining it along his Qualta Blade's edge...Aeryn followed behind them, keeping her gun pointed at the exits to the room.
"Well there doesn't seem to be anyone here, maybe we should look for our mystery guest somewhere else?" John said as he leaned up against a wall...and then all hell broke loose. Just as he said that blaring purplish light filled the room and the humming sound of energized equipment deafened them as they whirled around to find the walls flipping over....revolving to display what appeared to be 5 huge cylinders...each with its own display.
D'argo pointed his weapon at them..ready to atomize whatever came out next....John knew he had to calm the big guy down and had a feeling that Aeryn wasn't going to be much help...glancing at her and seeing that she was still as emotionless as stone....but wielding the pulse rifle in her hands much closer ...ready to kill at a moments notice.
"Ummmm Dee...just what exactly does one of these Templates look like?" he asked hoping to keep the Luxon talking.
D'argo looked at John for a moment then responded, "Templars...Templars are nearly 4 Metra's tall...insect like ...three clawed hands...metallic exoskeleton, very big, very angry, and very deadly....happy John? Now you know whats going to rip our meivonks out!" He said in an annoyed voice.
"Thrilled D'argo, absolutely Thrilled....you mean like this guy?" John asked as he looked inside one of the cylinders. D'argo approached cautiously looking inside the cylinder as well. His own responce no more than a whisper.
"Yes...thats a Templar."
The thing looked like a Wasp on Steriods....two large rounded eyes...glossly like glass and multifaceted topped a sleeked back head witch gleamed in the purlpe light....no mandibles or mouth could be seen but the rest of the body seemed to be made of the same substance as the head...large arms that ended in three prong shaped fingers ...armored chest about twice as Broad as D'argo's...large powerful legs witch also ended in three prong like appendages....It reminded John of the aliens that Sigourney Weaver was constantly fighting off in the movies...brought to life.
"You certainly know how to pick your mortal enemies there D'argo" John quipped
"Yeah...you have room to talk John." D'argo returned....John had started to relax....the life sign must have been this guy....in hibernation...maybe this wasn't so bad after all..
"Pilot I think we found your life form....he's on ice." John tapped his com and reported.
"Moya reports that the life form is NOT in your specific location on the vesssel and is now moving....there are no life reading other than yourselves in that room, Commander."
"Pilot's right. One of them appearantly woke up before we came onboard." John turned when he heard Aeryn speaking ...looking over to the cylinder by her....empty.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
WORD OF APOLOGY: sorry its taken me so long to get this out...the muse doesn't come as quickly and my time to write has been SERIOUSLY curtailed do to my recovery....but...the show must go on..
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. Many thanks to those who have replied and given me the positive reviews...hope to be giving you much more real soon...)
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 III
The Crew had decided that it would be best that John, Aeryn and D'argo meet the incoming vessel as it docked with Moya. As they rushed down the corridors leading up to the Maintenance Bay, John's thoughts were running at high speed and they worried him.
(We're about to meet an unknown alien in a Warship that makes the Death Star look like a Tonka Toy, D'argo is freaking out, and Aeryn will probably shoot me first if trouble starts...oh yeah....confidence is high.)
//You do seem to attract a more than fair share of trouble to your self, John. Perhaps you might think about a more relaxing line of work....I'm sure that Scorpius could...//
"Harvey, SHUT. UP!!!!"
It took John a microt to realize that he had just shouted that outloud. Stopping and looking to D'argo and Aeryn, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. Aeryn just shot an annoyed glance at the ceiling as if she had just been asked to clean up after a small child.
//My my John....talking to yourself again...what will the neighbors think// Harvey's laughter faded away.
"Chianna come down here and take Crichton's place. He's started talking to himself again...." Aeryn started.
"Chianna don't bother, I'm fine!" John tapped his own com and looked to D'argo and Aeryn. "I have him under control. Trust me." He could see the skepticism in Aeryn's eyes. That hurt worst of all...
Aeryn shrugged and continued on...D'argo concidered him for a moment longer...his own fear overriding his normal concern for John as he nodded and followed after her. John sighed. (Thats going to cost you Harvey.) he thought...and began to hum the melody to "Don't Worry, Be Happy". ( Stick that in your leather bonnet, Harv!)
He could almost hear the nueral clone scream in pain as he rushed down the corridor.
*******
The vessel was just touching down as the three entered the Maintenance Bay. It looked even more deadly up close then it had through the viewing port. The forward portion of the vessel seemed to be made to resemble the neck and head of a bird...(A bird of prey) John mused. The craft stopped and made a variety of noises as it settled upon Moya's deck. For a brief moment all was silent...John could hear every breath that D'argo and Aeryn were making..he gripped his pulse pistol a little harder, watching them also change their postures to better position their weapons. After what had to be the longest wait...the lower part of the head...(At least I think it's the head) John thought, began to move....They were greeted with a loud POP....as air rushed into the Alien vessel.
"Pilot, Can you read any punctures or fractures in that vessel's superstructure?" Aeryn shouted over the hiss of rushing air.
"Negative, Officer Sun...it would appear that the interior of the ship was vented of all atmosphere" came Pilot's reply over all of their coms.
"And you said that your still reading a life form on board?" John asked.
"Affirmitive, Commander. One lifeform steadily gaining strength...I cannot however hail the pilot of the vessel any longer...I believe it may have been an automated distress beacon."
"Great, so it won't know that we don't mean it harm....just peachy." John grumbled.
"It means US harm, Crichton. Better we kill it now before it is given a chance to kill us." D'argo said.
John's retort was cut off before he started when a ramp was slowly lowered down...the interior of the ship now visible to the three. John squinted as he looked inside...nothing but darkness...and fog?
"Pilot can you get a temperature reading from inside that ship?" John asked
"Working.......Moya reports that the temperature inside is......120 degrees below optimum....and slowly rising."
John's eyes widened as he looked to the others "You've GOT to be kidding me."
D'argo shrugged. "Well if I must die...then I will face it as a warrior. Not cower and wait for death!"
Bellowing a War cry he charged up into the maw of the ship and was swallowed up into the darkness. John and Aeryn started to rush after him but quickly dodged out of the way as they heard an "OOMPH" a loud smack....followed by D'argo tumbling down the ramp....
John kneeled down to the Luxon and checked him over "What hit you, Big guy?"
D'argo mumbled something and John started to chuckle...Aeryn bent over John and asked "What did he say?"
John straightend up ...offering D'argo a hand as he answered her between laughs.
"A wall"
***********
Once Pilot had deemed that the temperature had risen to safe enough levels...All three of them entered the ship...John went in first....D'argo right behind him with Aeryn covering the rear. John carried a portable light in his left hand...Wynona in his right. The interior of the ship seemed to resemble the scales of a reptile more than the hull of warship (No) John thought ( The scales of a Dragon) They turned a corner into what appeared to be a common room and John moved his light to the walls...
"Man...who decorated this place..Vincent Price?" John muttered to himself...D'argo crowded past him and activated his own light shining it along his Qualta Blade's edge...Aeryn followed behind them, keeping her gun pointed at the exits to the room.
"Well there doesn't seem to be anyone here, maybe we should look for our mystery guest somewhere else?" John said as he leaned up against a wall...and then all hell broke loose. Just as he said that blaring purplish light filled the room and the humming sound of energized equipment deafened them as they whirled around to find the walls flipping over....revolving to display what appeared to be 5 huge cylinders...each with its own display.
D'argo pointed his weapon at them..ready to atomize whatever came out next....John knew he had to calm the big guy down and had a feeling that Aeryn wasn't going to be much help...glancing at her and seeing that she was still as emotionless as stone....but wielding the pulse rifle in her hands much closer ...ready to kill at a moments notice.
"Ummmm Dee...just what exactly does one of these Templates look like?" he asked hoping to keep the Luxon talking.
D'argo looked at John for a moment then responded, "Templars...Templars are nearly 4 Metra's tall...insect like ...three clawed hands...metallic exoskeleton, very big, very angry, and very deadly....happy John? Now you know whats going to rip our meivonks out!" He said in an annoyed voice.
"Thrilled D'argo, absolutely Thrilled....you mean like this guy?" John asked as he looked inside one of the cylinders. D'argo approached cautiously looking inside the cylinder as well. His own responce no more than a whisper.
"Yes...thats a Templar."
The thing looked like a Wasp on Steriods....two large rounded eyes...glossly like glass and multifaceted topped a sleeked back head witch gleamed in the purlpe light....no mandibles or mouth could be seen but the rest of the body seemed to be made of the same substance as the head...large arms that ended in three prong shaped fingers ...armored chest about twice as Broad as D'argo's...large powerful legs witch also ended in three prong like appendages....It reminded John of the aliens that Sigourney Weaver was constantly fighting off in the movies...brought to life.
"You certainly know how to pick your mortal enemies there D'argo" John quipped
"Yeah...you have room to talk John." D'argo returned....John had started to relax....the life sign must have been this guy....in hibernation...maybe this wasn't so bad after all..
"Pilot I think we found your life form....he's on ice." John tapped his com and reported.
"Moya reports that the life form is NOT in your specific location on the vesssel and is now moving....there are no life reading other than yourselves in that room, Commander."
"Pilot's right. One of them appearantly woke up before we came onboard." John turned when he heard Aeryn speaking ...looking over to the cylinder by her....empty.
***************
TO BE CONTINUED...
WORD OF APOLOGY: sorry its taken me so long to get this out...the muse doesn't come as quickly and my time to write has been SERIOUSLY curtailed do to my recovery....but...the show must go on..
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. Many thanks to those who have replied and given me the positive reviews...hope to be giving you much more real soon...)
Midnight_Obsidian
Master of Mayhem
Dominar of the Critical Care Ward