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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)
Note: First off...sorry its been like forever since I have written....Alot of things have been happening in my life that forced me to put this on the back burner. Again I thank all of you for your patience and positive reviews...and now.....Chapter 4.
THE TEMPLAR SAGA BOOK 1 : TEMPLAR'S HONOR
CHAPTER 4: CONFRONTATION
The trio stared at the open cylinder, almost as if it was mocking them.
"Pilot, are you sure this critter of D'argo's is moving?" John spoke into the com badge...unconciously gripping his pulse pistol just that much tighter.
"Without a doubt, Commander. With the vessel currently in Moya's Maintenance Bay, she can now monitor the life form with a great deal of detail and accuracy." Pilot's calm voice was almost the direct opposite of the dread that was almost tangible in the room that John, D'argo and Aeryn were in.
Something about the way Aeryn was examing the cylinder caught John's eye as he turned to face her.
"Find something, Sherlock?" he asked.
The puzzled look he got in return almost brought a smile to John's face before it was replaced with the mask of a peacekeeper once again. (Damn it Aeryn, why do we have to be like this?) he silently asked himself.
"The cylinder is still moist with condensation....as if it has just been opened." she replied in a steady monotone, her eyes almost cold lead.
John sighed in frustration and nodded. "Thanks, Spock." He turned to D'argo and nodded to the door leading towards the life form's current position. "Come on D..lets go find this boogeyman of yours. With that he made his way to the door...and stepping back when it opened before he got there....and he saw...it.
It was the only way he could describe it....towering over him and brandishing a 4 foot long sword in one of its three pronged hands. D'argo reacted before John could even mutter a single "Frell" rushing towards the Templar as John jumped to the side to avoid being trampled by the raging Luxan.
"RRRRRAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAARGGGGH" Unintelligible roars were all that D'argo seemed possible of saying as his Qualta Blade came down and was met easily by the Templar. Thrust....Slash...Thrust. The two giants seemed unaware of John and Aeryn as they both raised their weapons ...unable to fire a shot without hitting their friend. John watched in stunned amazement as the Templar blocked another swing of D'argo's blade with his own...and pushing the Luxon with such strength that his head could be heard colliding against the wall with a dull thud. Anger and fear filled John...Fear that his friend might be greatly injured...and Anger that this monster had hurt him..
Raising his pulse pistol and aiming for the center of the beast, John yelled at the creature " HEY, BUGBOY....DON...."
What happened next seemed to occur in slow motion. Even as John was speaking, the Templar swung around to face John...the sword in its hand seeming to fold in on itself....becoming half it's length....and blasts of green energy seem to emit from the center of the opened sword...John barely avoided being speared by one of the blasts as he dived for cover....joining Aeryn behind the safety of the opened Cylinder.
"Did you SEE that?, I thought only Luxon's had Qualta Blades?" John cried ...wincing as the Templar unleashed another volley of blasts from the doorway...keeping them stationary..."Can you see D'argo?..is he still breathing."
"Yes...Luxons can survive worst then that without dying ....I suggest we worry about ourselves right now, Chrichton!" Aeryn replied....suddenly popping up and firing off a burst from her rifle...only to have her own shots bounce off the Templar's reptillian skin.."Frell...there even pulse proof..."
John suddenly got a glimmer in his eye...Aeryn was immediately frightened by it...she had seen it before...many times...just before he...
" I have a plan."
"I was afraid of that."
John turned around and jumped up...dodging another blast of fire from the Templar as he rushed towards the behemoth....Aeryn stood quickly and added covering fire to the fray...allowing John to get close enough as she watched the human launch himself at it...tackling the creature and bringing it to the ground.....
"I got em! I got em!" John cried...pinning the beast to the ground ...its skin feeling oddly like cold metal....his smile suddenly wiped from John's face as the it shucked his hold on it easily and smacked him across the face with a three clawed hand....knocking him off of the Templar as it raised its sword/rifle to fire.
John closed his eyes and welcomed the peace of death he knew would be coming soon as he heard Aeryn cry his name...
TBC
Again..sorry it took me this long to write the next chapter...both a combination of new work and home life has kept my doorway to Farscape closed....only with the help of family and a few GREAT friends has that doorway been restored.....look for Chapter 5 sometime this weekend. And as always...reviews are more than welcome....
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)
Note: First off...sorry its been like forever since I have written....Alot of things have been happening in my life that forced me to put this on the back burner. Again I thank all of you for your patience and positive reviews...and now.....Chapter 4.
THE TEMPLAR SAGA BOOK 1 : TEMPLAR'S HONOR
CHAPTER 4: CONFRONTATION
The trio stared at the open cylinder, almost as if it was mocking them.
"Pilot, are you sure this critter of D'argo's is moving?" John spoke into the com badge...unconciously gripping his pulse pistol just that much tighter.
"Without a doubt, Commander. With the vessel currently in Moya's Maintenance Bay, she can now monitor the life form with a great deal of detail and accuracy." Pilot's calm voice was almost the direct opposite of the dread that was almost tangible in the room that John, D'argo and Aeryn were in.
Something about the way Aeryn was examing the cylinder caught John's eye as he turned to face her.
"Find something, Sherlock?" he asked.
The puzzled look he got in return almost brought a smile to John's face before it was replaced with the mask of a peacekeeper once again. (Damn it Aeryn, why do we have to be like this?) he silently asked himself.
"The cylinder is still moist with condensation....as if it has just been opened." she replied in a steady monotone, her eyes almost cold lead.
John sighed in frustration and nodded. "Thanks, Spock." He turned to D'argo and nodded to the door leading towards the life form's current position. "Come on D..lets go find this boogeyman of yours. With that he made his way to the door...and stepping back when it opened before he got there....and he saw...it.
It was the only way he could describe it....towering over him and brandishing a 4 foot long sword in one of its three pronged hands. D'argo reacted before John could even mutter a single "Frell" rushing towards the Templar as John jumped to the side to avoid being trampled by the raging Luxan.
"RRRRRAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAARGGGGH" Unintelligible roars were all that D'argo seemed possible of saying as his Qualta Blade came down and was met easily by the Templar. Thrust....Slash...Thrust. The two giants seemed unaware of John and Aeryn as they both raised their weapons ...unable to fire a shot without hitting their friend. John watched in stunned amazement as the Templar blocked another swing of D'argo's blade with his own...and pushing the Luxon with such strength that his head could be heard colliding against the wall with a dull thud. Anger and fear filled John...Fear that his friend might be greatly injured...and Anger that this monster had hurt him..
Raising his pulse pistol and aiming for the center of the beast, John yelled at the creature " HEY, BUGBOY....DON...."
What happened next seemed to occur in slow motion. Even as John was speaking, the Templar swung around to face John...the sword in its hand seeming to fold in on itself....becoming half it's length....and blasts of green energy seem to emit from the center of the opened sword...John barely avoided being speared by one of the blasts as he dived for cover....joining Aeryn behind the safety of the opened Cylinder.
"Did you SEE that?, I thought only Luxon's had Qualta Blades?" John cried ...wincing as the Templar unleashed another volley of blasts from the doorway...keeping them stationary..."Can you see D'argo?..is he still breathing."
"Yes...Luxons can survive worst then that without dying ....I suggest we worry about ourselves right now, Chrichton!" Aeryn replied....suddenly popping up and firing off a burst from her rifle...only to have her own shots bounce off the Templar's reptillian skin.."Frell...there even pulse proof..."
John suddenly got a glimmer in his eye...Aeryn was immediately frightened by it...she had seen it before...many times...just before he...
" I have a plan."
"I was afraid of that."
John turned around and jumped up...dodging another blast of fire from the Templar as he rushed towards the behemoth....Aeryn stood quickly and added covering fire to the fray...allowing John to get close enough as she watched the human launch himself at it...tackling the creature and bringing it to the ground.....
"I got em! I got em!" John cried...pinning the beast to the ground ...its skin feeling oddly like cold metal....his smile suddenly wiped from John's face as the it shucked his hold on it easily and smacked him across the face with a three clawed hand....knocking him off of the Templar as it raised its sword/rifle to fire.
John closed his eyes and welcomed the peace of death he knew would be coming soon as he heard Aeryn cry his name...
TBC
Again..sorry it took me this long to write the next chapter...both a combination of new work and home life has kept my doorway to Farscape closed....only with the help of family and a few GREAT friends has that doorway been restored.....look for Chapter 5 sometime this weekend. And as always...reviews are more than welcome....