Fic: Nothing's Quite The Same
Story by: Neuroscpr and Can
P14 by: Can
Setting: After DWTB
Rating: R
Summary: John and the other displaced members of the crew embark on their own missions as Moya heads into unknown territory.
Chapter 14
Nerri feared hearing these words from Chiana. He was finally with his sister again and he didn't intend to lose her. " Chiana, you stay put. Gridon and I have picked up a transmission. We're going to try to help them."
"Nerri, please understand," Chiana replied, her heart going out to him, "They are my friends. They were my family for so long. It's what held me together until I found you again."
Nerri understood, but still didn't want her to get involved.
Gridon put a hand on Nerri's shoulder, "Leave her be. Let her do what she has to do. After all she is your sister, much like you I would say."
Nerri nodded, feeling comforted by his friends statement. "Very well, Chiana. I do understand, just be careful. I want to see your smiling face again."
Chiana sighed, still having mixed emotions. "I'll be back Nerri, promise. I just have to do what I can for them now. If it wasn't for them, especially Crichton…" her voice trailed off remembering the early days.
Gridon saw the pain on his friends face at the mention of those days when they were separated. He would finish this for Nerri. "Chiana, you will need a ship. Use the one you have been training in. I will instruct Tanner to get it ready for your departure. And… be safe, my friend."
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The flight path was slim and rocky as D'Argo tried to ease the ship into the 'tin can' as John called it. He realized his hands were sweating as he had been gripping the controls tightly. D'Argo relaxed as the ship finally landed safely on the remote satellite station.
John had been holding his breath, sure they wouldn't make it. "Chalk one up for you D. I definitely thought we were done for here."
D'Argo glanced his way as he said, " You have little faith John. Perhaps that is your problem."
John sat back counting his lucky stars they had landed. "Me? Faith? Hey that's my middle name. That's all I have survived on since being thrown into this universe."
The flat voice that met D'Argo's ears made him wish he could retract his statement. He could hear the defeat in John's voice as he looked at the human. "We'll get out of this, John. After all I don't want you tagging along with me forever!"
"Yeah I know, D'Argo. I'm the frelling problem. That's why everyone left me on Moya," John replied as he remembered the parting of ways. He thought they had finally overcome everything between them, but knew he was wrong. D'Argo wanted to get rid of him as fast as he could. "Sorry I gave everyone such a hard time on Moya."
D'Argo was at a loss for words listening to John. He had meant his statement to be lighthearted, but John took it the wrong way. "John, lets forget about it and get off the ship. We need to explore our options."
Rising from his seat, he followed D'Argo out of the ship. His mood was no better standing on level ground. He just couldn't drop it. It was something that had bothered him since they had left.
"Why, D'Argo?"
D'Argo looked at him puzzled. "Why what John? What's your question?" He continued to look over their surroundings.
"Did I screw up that bad?" John asked, closing his eyes and rubbing them. John's self confidence was gone. He had tried all this time to put up a front, but the façade had broken down now. He was tired and sore and about ready to give up. He was tired of running. John knew deep inside it was Aeryn's departure that had brought him to this point.
Looking away John continued. "So all this time you guys were just putting up with me until something better came along." He sighed standing, his back to D'Argo.
The Luxan heard the pain in his voice as he spoke. He had never meant to hurt John, his comrade. His was a friendship he would always value no matter how distant they were.
"John, I think we need to talk. You have misunderstood everything. I see now the pain you have been in, thinking we wanted to leave you," D'Argo replied.
"Whatever, D'Argo. That's why you can't wait to dump me the first chance you get!"
As D'Argo stood across him, he tried to explain things to him as best he could. He knew he had to be careful with his words. In the frame of mind John was in he could misunderstand them as he had already done.
"We didn't desert you John. We just had our own agendas. Perhaps we were selfish, but our intention was not to make you feel as if you were not our friend." D'Argo stated, pacing, unaccustomed to saying things like this. "Frell John! You've been nothing but a friend to me."
John dropped his head as D'Argo finished. "I tried D. Maybe it just wasn't enough." John started walking calling back, " I suppose we need to get on with it."
xxxxx
As Chiana flew off into the vast space, she suddenly found herself grateful to Gridon. She knew he was the one who convinced her brother to let her go. He understood.
As she set the ship on the coordinates Gridon had given her, she felt excited at seeing her old friends again. She just hoped that she would be able to help them with the trouble they were in. 'Just leave it to Crichton,' she thought, smiling to herself. 'Feels like the old days again. But what the frell is he doing here?'
Chiana's thoughts were interrupted by an incoming transmission. It was broken up, but sounded like her brother. "Nerri….Nerri. What's wrong?" Her calm façade turned to panic.
"Chiana! Y…you n…eed to… aware." Silence for a moment…. "Peacekeepers….surrounding….area. Evade!"
"Don't worry about me, Nerri. I know what I am doing. Thanks for the warning brother!" Chiana made herself sound more confident than she really felt, but she couldn't let Nerri she think needed help. That would only put him in danger. This was her choice and she would finish it.
Seeing what looked like an old satellite, she checked her readings again. "You can't be serious! Frell! Couldn't you have found a better place to land?"
Chiana scanned the station for life forms, but her equipment was being jammed. 'Well I guess this is it. These are the coordinates, so I'll give it a shot," turning the ship in for the landing.
Suddenly she saw it. A prowler pilot was flying overhead. Chiana didn't know if he had spotted her yet, as she was directly under him. She held the craft steady, trying to keep her breathing under control. Her question was answered as he turned his fighter and headed directly for her.
xxxxx
"Sir we are not picking up any life forms on the station. Perhaps they didn't land there."
Grayza smiled, but not in humor. "Must I remind you it's an old satellite station? Of course you're not going to pick anything up on the planet! It's called jamming, Sergeant!"
He turned two shades of red at his blunder. 'How stupid!'
"Of course, sir. I had forgotten about these obsolete stations. Forgive my lapse, sir."
The commandant was looking at another screen as he babbled on. "I see we have some activity out there." Her prowler pilot was getting ready to engage a mysterious ship.
"Sergeant, please identify that ship for me. I don't believe I recognize its origin. Not that it will matter in a few microts. But humor me."
Grayza watched as the prowler fired on the ship. She smiled as the ship took a direct hit and went spiraling out of control. "Get me that pilots name! And Sergeant forget about the other ship. It's of no consequence now," she said, heading for her quarters.
xxxxx
John and D'Argo walked in silence as they explored the satellite station. Neither seemed to have anything further to say. The turmoil was locked inside of them.
As John started to step out of the decaying metal station D'Argo yelled out at him. "Crichton! No! If the peacekeepers are here they will pick up your signal out there! We need to stay inside the satellite!"
John turned to D'Argo, "If you want to stay in this metal trap, then be my guest. Me? I'm not gonna be a sitting duck when they come for us. Hell, if the truth be known, they're probably hovering over us right now!"
D'Argo started to say something, but instead just shook his head and followed. He could see the logic in John's words.
"What the hell?"
D'Argo heard the exclamation from John and ran outside. The sight that met their eyes sent a shocked look over both their faces. It looked like a massive fireball was headed their way.
xxxxx
Chiana fought to get the ship back under control. She had lost one thruster, but knew she could still stabilize the ship. Her biggest problem was the prowler on her tail. 'Just wait buddy, have I got a surprise for you!'
Checking her weapons console, she saw that Tanner had stocked her with plenty to defend herself with. She smiled knowing Gridon had something to do with it.
"Here goes nothing!" Steadying the ship for the maneuver the resistance had taught her, she took a deep breath, hoping the training would pay off. Pulling back on the throttle she set the ship for the one hundred and eighty degree spin.
Chiana started celebrating as she felt the ship cooperate with the maneuver. She felt in control of everything as she found herself behind the prowler.
"Say goodnight!" Chiana said as she launched two short-range pulse blasts at the ship. The ship exploded into a ball of fire.
"Yes!" She let out her breath with a sigh of relief. "Thank you Gridon!"
Chiana turned the ship towards the satellite station. "Now for you two."
xxxxx
"Commandant Grayza! You need to report to command immediately, sir. We have a problem!"
The sergeant was wiping the sweat from his brow as Grayza appeared in command. "And what is so important Sergeant that you had to interrupt my meal?"
"Um, sir. It appears the prowler was destroyed by the unknown ship."
Grayza was perplexed. She had seen with her own eyes the ship take on a direct hit.
"How Sergeant? That can't be possible. I saw our prowler's pulse fire hit the ship. There has to be another ship out there!"
The Sergeant shook his head. "No commandant. That ship made a maneuver I've never seen before. It…ended up getting behind our ship and fired on it."
The anger on Grayza's face was clearly visible to all. "Enough of this nonsense! I want that ship found and destroyed!" She was pacing the command floor issuing orders, the anger building. "Ready a Marauder. Since the human and his friend aren't going to come to us, then we shall go to them!"
No one in the room moved, fearing the anger they saw. "I said now!" Grayza shouted as she pushed a tech into another one. "Move!"
xxxxx
D'Argo and John took cover inside the station not sure where the ship would hit. They didn't move until they heard the explosion at impact. It rocked the satellite as several eaves fell around them.
John was the first one up on his feet running to the point of the collision. He studied what little was left of what was once called a ship. D'Argo arrived beside him.
"Any idea what kind of ship it was, John?" D'Argo asked, rummaging through some of the debris.
"Naw. You're guess is as good as mine. But I'd say if it was a prowler then there are more where that one came from."
"But it just didn't crash. It was like a fire in the sky. That makes me think it was shot down," D'Argo replied, looking around for other ships. He heard it before he saw it.
"John! Look! Another ship is approaching. We need to get away from here," D'Argo said, grabbing John pulling him with him.
"Whoa there, D. That's not a prowler. I don't know what it is, but it's not a peacekeeper vessel," John replied calmly, stepping into the shadows as the ship landed.
John stared in amazement at pilot who exited the ship. "Hey D'Argo am I seeing things or is that Chiana?"
Smiling D'Argo replied, "No, John, you're not hallucinating. That is Chiana."
D'Argo stepped out of the shadows first. John felt glued to the spot.
This was one person he never thought he would ever see again. His emotions were getting the best of him now, as he rubbed his eyes from happiness.
He watched Chiana fly into D'Argo's arms, hugging him and crying.
"Never thought you'd see me again did you?" She was laughing with him, the happiness written all over their faces. "Where's Crichton? And how the frell did you two end up together?"
D'Argo motioned to the shadows. "It's a long story, Chiana. And John has changed."
She stopped smiling and looked at him with a quizzical expression on her face. "What D'Argo?"
"Just go to him," he said, as Chiana slowly moved in John's direction.
John had his head down, still rubbing his eyes as Chiana embraced him. "How the frell are you doing, old man? What were the odds that we would ever meet up again?"
As the dam was threatening, John suddenly felt himself embracing her back. "God, how I've missed you Chi!"
She heard the slight sniffle even though he tried to hide it. He was still the same man she knew. "I've found my brother, John." She had forgotten how it felt to snuggle in his big arms. Always her protector.
He propped his chin on her head. "I'm glad Chi. So what brings you here? Why aren't you with Nerri?"
She pulled back slightly so she could see his face. "I came back to help you and D'Argo. Nerri received a transmission that you two were in trouble. I may not be with you on Moya anymore, but I'll never forget my family."
John dropped his head as their foreheads touched. "Moya," John said in a sad voice.
"What happened to Moya, John? And why are you and D'Argo together. When I left you, Aeryn and Jool were still on Moya. What happened?"
John straightened, sighed and looked away from Chiana. D'Argo saw the look on his friends face and thought it time he joined them.
Thinking back he closed his eyes seeing it all happen again, his encounter with Aeryn, and Moya being sucked through the wormhole. "Aeryn left me, Chiana. I boarded my module to think and then I saw something I never thought I'd see again. Moya was sucked through a wormhole. Jool and Pilot were the only ones aboard."
Chiana started screaming at John. "It's all your fault. How could you have left Moya? If you'd been onboard you could have… I don't know…stopped it or something. Frell Aeryn, John! You know she doesn't accept you anymore!" Chiana had broken into tears. D'Argo tried to comfort her as she pulled away. "No, just leave me the frell alone!"
Chiana's words had cut deeply into his whole being as he winced at the sharpness of her words. He didn't blame her for the rant. He sometimes felt as if it was his fault.
D'Argo saw the hurt in John's eyes. He knew John already blamed himself for the whole thing. He didn't need anyone else doing it. "Chiana, that's not fair to John. He had no way of knowing…"
John held up his hand. "No, D'Argo it's ok. I should have taken better care of Moya." With this statement, John turned and walked back to the satellite alone.
Story by: Neuroscpr and Can
P14 by: Can
Setting: After DWTB
Rating: R
Summary: John and the other displaced members of the crew embark on their own missions as Moya heads into unknown territory.
Chapter 14
Nerri feared hearing these words from Chiana. He was finally with his sister again and he didn't intend to lose her. " Chiana, you stay put. Gridon and I have picked up a transmission. We're going to try to help them."
"Nerri, please understand," Chiana replied, her heart going out to him, "They are my friends. They were my family for so long. It's what held me together until I found you again."
Nerri understood, but still didn't want her to get involved.
Gridon put a hand on Nerri's shoulder, "Leave her be. Let her do what she has to do. After all she is your sister, much like you I would say."
Nerri nodded, feeling comforted by his friends statement. "Very well, Chiana. I do understand, just be careful. I want to see your smiling face again."
Chiana sighed, still having mixed emotions. "I'll be back Nerri, promise. I just have to do what I can for them now. If it wasn't for them, especially Crichton…" her voice trailed off remembering the early days.
Gridon saw the pain on his friends face at the mention of those days when they were separated. He would finish this for Nerri. "Chiana, you will need a ship. Use the one you have been training in. I will instruct Tanner to get it ready for your departure. And… be safe, my friend."
xxxxx
The flight path was slim and rocky as D'Argo tried to ease the ship into the 'tin can' as John called it. He realized his hands were sweating as he had been gripping the controls tightly. D'Argo relaxed as the ship finally landed safely on the remote satellite station.
John had been holding his breath, sure they wouldn't make it. "Chalk one up for you D. I definitely thought we were done for here."
D'Argo glanced his way as he said, " You have little faith John. Perhaps that is your problem."
John sat back counting his lucky stars they had landed. "Me? Faith? Hey that's my middle name. That's all I have survived on since being thrown into this universe."
The flat voice that met D'Argo's ears made him wish he could retract his statement. He could hear the defeat in John's voice as he looked at the human. "We'll get out of this, John. After all I don't want you tagging along with me forever!"
"Yeah I know, D'Argo. I'm the frelling problem. That's why everyone left me on Moya," John replied as he remembered the parting of ways. He thought they had finally overcome everything between them, but knew he was wrong. D'Argo wanted to get rid of him as fast as he could. "Sorry I gave everyone such a hard time on Moya."
D'Argo was at a loss for words listening to John. He had meant his statement to be lighthearted, but John took it the wrong way. "John, lets forget about it and get off the ship. We need to explore our options."
Rising from his seat, he followed D'Argo out of the ship. His mood was no better standing on level ground. He just couldn't drop it. It was something that had bothered him since they had left.
"Why, D'Argo?"
D'Argo looked at him puzzled. "Why what John? What's your question?" He continued to look over their surroundings.
"Did I screw up that bad?" John asked, closing his eyes and rubbing them. John's self confidence was gone. He had tried all this time to put up a front, but the façade had broken down now. He was tired and sore and about ready to give up. He was tired of running. John knew deep inside it was Aeryn's departure that had brought him to this point.
Looking away John continued. "So all this time you guys were just putting up with me until something better came along." He sighed standing, his back to D'Argo.
The Luxan heard the pain in his voice as he spoke. He had never meant to hurt John, his comrade. His was a friendship he would always value no matter how distant they were.
"John, I think we need to talk. You have misunderstood everything. I see now the pain you have been in, thinking we wanted to leave you," D'Argo replied.
"Whatever, D'Argo. That's why you can't wait to dump me the first chance you get!"
As D'Argo stood across him, he tried to explain things to him as best he could. He knew he had to be careful with his words. In the frame of mind John was in he could misunderstand them as he had already done.
"We didn't desert you John. We just had our own agendas. Perhaps we were selfish, but our intention was not to make you feel as if you were not our friend." D'Argo stated, pacing, unaccustomed to saying things like this. "Frell John! You've been nothing but a friend to me."
John dropped his head as D'Argo finished. "I tried D. Maybe it just wasn't enough." John started walking calling back, " I suppose we need to get on with it."
xxxxx
As Chiana flew off into the vast space, she suddenly found herself grateful to Gridon. She knew he was the one who convinced her brother to let her go. He understood.
As she set the ship on the coordinates Gridon had given her, she felt excited at seeing her old friends again. She just hoped that she would be able to help them with the trouble they were in. 'Just leave it to Crichton,' she thought, smiling to herself. 'Feels like the old days again. But what the frell is he doing here?'
Chiana's thoughts were interrupted by an incoming transmission. It was broken up, but sounded like her brother. "Nerri….Nerri. What's wrong?" Her calm façade turned to panic.
"Chiana! Y…you n…eed to… aware." Silence for a moment…. "Peacekeepers….surrounding….area. Evade!"
"Don't worry about me, Nerri. I know what I am doing. Thanks for the warning brother!" Chiana made herself sound more confident than she really felt, but she couldn't let Nerri she think needed help. That would only put him in danger. This was her choice and she would finish it.
Seeing what looked like an old satellite, she checked her readings again. "You can't be serious! Frell! Couldn't you have found a better place to land?"
Chiana scanned the station for life forms, but her equipment was being jammed. 'Well I guess this is it. These are the coordinates, so I'll give it a shot," turning the ship in for the landing.
Suddenly she saw it. A prowler pilot was flying overhead. Chiana didn't know if he had spotted her yet, as she was directly under him. She held the craft steady, trying to keep her breathing under control. Her question was answered as he turned his fighter and headed directly for her.
xxxxx
"Sir we are not picking up any life forms on the station. Perhaps they didn't land there."
Grayza smiled, but not in humor. "Must I remind you it's an old satellite station? Of course you're not going to pick anything up on the planet! It's called jamming, Sergeant!"
He turned two shades of red at his blunder. 'How stupid!'
"Of course, sir. I had forgotten about these obsolete stations. Forgive my lapse, sir."
The commandant was looking at another screen as he babbled on. "I see we have some activity out there." Her prowler pilot was getting ready to engage a mysterious ship.
"Sergeant, please identify that ship for me. I don't believe I recognize its origin. Not that it will matter in a few microts. But humor me."
Grayza watched as the prowler fired on the ship. She smiled as the ship took a direct hit and went spiraling out of control. "Get me that pilots name! And Sergeant forget about the other ship. It's of no consequence now," she said, heading for her quarters.
xxxxx
John and D'Argo walked in silence as they explored the satellite station. Neither seemed to have anything further to say. The turmoil was locked inside of them.
As John started to step out of the decaying metal station D'Argo yelled out at him. "Crichton! No! If the peacekeepers are here they will pick up your signal out there! We need to stay inside the satellite!"
John turned to D'Argo, "If you want to stay in this metal trap, then be my guest. Me? I'm not gonna be a sitting duck when they come for us. Hell, if the truth be known, they're probably hovering over us right now!"
D'Argo started to say something, but instead just shook his head and followed. He could see the logic in John's words.
"What the hell?"
D'Argo heard the exclamation from John and ran outside. The sight that met their eyes sent a shocked look over both their faces. It looked like a massive fireball was headed their way.
xxxxx
Chiana fought to get the ship back under control. She had lost one thruster, but knew she could still stabilize the ship. Her biggest problem was the prowler on her tail. 'Just wait buddy, have I got a surprise for you!'
Checking her weapons console, she saw that Tanner had stocked her with plenty to defend herself with. She smiled knowing Gridon had something to do with it.
"Here goes nothing!" Steadying the ship for the maneuver the resistance had taught her, she took a deep breath, hoping the training would pay off. Pulling back on the throttle she set the ship for the one hundred and eighty degree spin.
Chiana started celebrating as she felt the ship cooperate with the maneuver. She felt in control of everything as she found herself behind the prowler.
"Say goodnight!" Chiana said as she launched two short-range pulse blasts at the ship. The ship exploded into a ball of fire.
"Yes!" She let out her breath with a sigh of relief. "Thank you Gridon!"
Chiana turned the ship towards the satellite station. "Now for you two."
xxxxx
"Commandant Grayza! You need to report to command immediately, sir. We have a problem!"
The sergeant was wiping the sweat from his brow as Grayza appeared in command. "And what is so important Sergeant that you had to interrupt my meal?"
"Um, sir. It appears the prowler was destroyed by the unknown ship."
Grayza was perplexed. She had seen with her own eyes the ship take on a direct hit.
"How Sergeant? That can't be possible. I saw our prowler's pulse fire hit the ship. There has to be another ship out there!"
The Sergeant shook his head. "No commandant. That ship made a maneuver I've never seen before. It…ended up getting behind our ship and fired on it."
The anger on Grayza's face was clearly visible to all. "Enough of this nonsense! I want that ship found and destroyed!" She was pacing the command floor issuing orders, the anger building. "Ready a Marauder. Since the human and his friend aren't going to come to us, then we shall go to them!"
No one in the room moved, fearing the anger they saw. "I said now!" Grayza shouted as she pushed a tech into another one. "Move!"
xxxxx
D'Argo and John took cover inside the station not sure where the ship would hit. They didn't move until they heard the explosion at impact. It rocked the satellite as several eaves fell around them.
John was the first one up on his feet running to the point of the collision. He studied what little was left of what was once called a ship. D'Argo arrived beside him.
"Any idea what kind of ship it was, John?" D'Argo asked, rummaging through some of the debris.
"Naw. You're guess is as good as mine. But I'd say if it was a prowler then there are more where that one came from."
"But it just didn't crash. It was like a fire in the sky. That makes me think it was shot down," D'Argo replied, looking around for other ships. He heard it before he saw it.
"John! Look! Another ship is approaching. We need to get away from here," D'Argo said, grabbing John pulling him with him.
"Whoa there, D. That's not a prowler. I don't know what it is, but it's not a peacekeeper vessel," John replied calmly, stepping into the shadows as the ship landed.
John stared in amazement at pilot who exited the ship. "Hey D'Argo am I seeing things or is that Chiana?"
Smiling D'Argo replied, "No, John, you're not hallucinating. That is Chiana."
D'Argo stepped out of the shadows first. John felt glued to the spot.
This was one person he never thought he would ever see again. His emotions were getting the best of him now, as he rubbed his eyes from happiness.
He watched Chiana fly into D'Argo's arms, hugging him and crying.
"Never thought you'd see me again did you?" She was laughing with him, the happiness written all over their faces. "Where's Crichton? And how the frell did you two end up together?"
D'Argo motioned to the shadows. "It's a long story, Chiana. And John has changed."
She stopped smiling and looked at him with a quizzical expression on her face. "What D'Argo?"
"Just go to him," he said, as Chiana slowly moved in John's direction.
John had his head down, still rubbing his eyes as Chiana embraced him. "How the frell are you doing, old man? What were the odds that we would ever meet up again?"
As the dam was threatening, John suddenly felt himself embracing her back. "God, how I've missed you Chi!"
She heard the slight sniffle even though he tried to hide it. He was still the same man she knew. "I've found my brother, John." She had forgotten how it felt to snuggle in his big arms. Always her protector.
He propped his chin on her head. "I'm glad Chi. So what brings you here? Why aren't you with Nerri?"
She pulled back slightly so she could see his face. "I came back to help you and D'Argo. Nerri received a transmission that you two were in trouble. I may not be with you on Moya anymore, but I'll never forget my family."
John dropped his head as their foreheads touched. "Moya," John said in a sad voice.
"What happened to Moya, John? And why are you and D'Argo together. When I left you, Aeryn and Jool were still on Moya. What happened?"
John straightened, sighed and looked away from Chiana. D'Argo saw the look on his friends face and thought it time he joined them.
Thinking back he closed his eyes seeing it all happen again, his encounter with Aeryn, and Moya being sucked through the wormhole. "Aeryn left me, Chiana. I boarded my module to think and then I saw something I never thought I'd see again. Moya was sucked through a wormhole. Jool and Pilot were the only ones aboard."
Chiana started screaming at John. "It's all your fault. How could you have left Moya? If you'd been onboard you could have… I don't know…stopped it or something. Frell Aeryn, John! You know she doesn't accept you anymore!" Chiana had broken into tears. D'Argo tried to comfort her as she pulled away. "No, just leave me the frell alone!"
Chiana's words had cut deeply into his whole being as he winced at the sharpness of her words. He didn't blame her for the rant. He sometimes felt as if it was his fault.
D'Argo saw the hurt in John's eyes. He knew John already blamed himself for the whole thing. He didn't need anyone else doing it. "Chiana, that's not fair to John. He had no way of knowing…"
John held up his hand. "No, D'Argo it's ok. I should have taken better care of Moya." With this statement, John turned and walked back to the satellite alone.
