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Fic: Insiders p5 by: Neuroscpr (mtrx9991@yahoo.com) rating: pg-13 spoilers up to: current P6 will be posted on TUESDAY
thanks to can for all her help
chapter 5
The familiar hum the engine beneath him was what finally brought John Crichton out of his temporary flirtation with unconsciousness. He opened his eyes slowly and saw an ocean of blurred grays. 'Wonder if this is what Chiana sees,' he thought as the objects in front of him rushed into focus.
"Holy hell, that hurt," he muttered as he righted himself. John had been lying, his ear against the ground, where the space man had left him. His vision now cleared, the astronaut looked up at his captor.
Sitting at the controls, the mysterious captor in black sat with his back to Crichton. His hands ventured ever so often across the panel but the transport pod did not seem to change course much.
John tried to go for his pistol when he realized two things. One, his hands were tied up in front of him with a pair of cuffs left behind by the last peacekeepers to occupy Moya. Two, his pistol wasn't there.
"Hey!" John yelled.
The man bolted upright in his seat and turned around quickly. Seeing John awake, his eyes resumed the look of uncertainty that the human had seen on Moya. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't comfortable doing what he was doing. 'That could be a good thing,' John thought to himself.
"I was afraid you weren't going to wake up," the man said.
Crichton had expected many responses but that was not one of them. It took him a moment or two to formulate his next move.
"Yeah, well it's not that easy to get rid of me."
The man smiled. "That I already knew."
John couldn't help but grin in return. Unfortunately, his amusement did not last long. He was still being held captive, on his way to the queen bitch of the universe.
"So, Grayza got you on the juice too?"
When the man failed to answer, John shook his head. "Naw," he said. "You're probably just following orders."
"Quiet!" The man shouted in a sudden burst of anger. "I don't work for Grayza!"
John shrugged. "Ok, you're a bounty hunter," he said. "What's the difference?"
The man stood up from his seat and marched over to face the prisoner. Anger was sketched across his face in such a way that Crichton regretted making him mad.
"You think I want to be doing this?" The man shouted. "I barely know who you are!"
"Then why?" John asked.
"Because I don't have a frelling choice!" The man clenched his fists and seemed almost ready to burst into sobs. "Scorpius will pay for this!"
The hybrid's name brought Crichton right back to attention. "Scorpy?" John asked. "What the hell does that son of a bitch have to do with this?"
Seemingly calmed, the man nodded. "They always left us alone before," he said. "We had enemies among them yes, but they never bothered us. Then Scorpius came and took Officer Sun. Now they're killing our people wherever they find them."
John, with considerable effort, managed to stand himself up. "You're one of Aeryn's guys?" He asked, his eyes wide. "The ex-pk guys?"
"There aren't many of us left now," the man answered.
As realization dawned on him, John felt the familiar sense of guilt rising inside of him. "Connect the dots," he whispered. "I lead to Aeryn, she leads to you guys. Grayza's using me as an excuse to wipe you guys out?"
"You are a legend," the man continued. "Your crimes against the peacekeepers are being blamed on us, unless we deliver you to her."
John sighed, his will to escape suddenly gone. "What's your name son?" He asked.
The man looked up at him. "Arno," he said. "There's something else, a message Grayza told me to give you."
Crichton considered whether he wanted to hear it or not. In the end though, he knew there wasn't really a choice. "What is it?"
Arno could not look him in the eye as he spoke. "Don't worry, when you arrive you'll be among friends."
The Scarran vessel floated silently into the swarm of prowlers until it was directly in front of Lo'la. None of the other ships dared move as it began a scan of the smaller ship.
"What do you know about Scarran ships?" Aeryn asked.
D'Argo looked over at her and scowled. "They're bigger than Luxan ones," he offered.
The two of them settled back into uneasy silence as the larger ship did its work. Neither dared raise the question of why it was there and why the prowlers weren't attacking.
"Ka D'Argo," a voice interrupted.
Aeryn's eyes shot to the comm and blocked it before D'Argo could answer. At his questioning look, she shook her head. "Wait," she mouthed.
The Luxan did not enjoy waiting and was tempted to force her away. In the end though, he relented. She understood the situation better than he did.
"Ka D'Argo, we are not going to fire on your ship," the voice continued. "But neither will we allow you to escape."
Aeryn uncovered the comm and lifted it to her mouth. "I am alone," she said. "The Luxan is not aboard."
"You lie poorly Officer Sun," a new voice said. It took only a mocrot for the two to recognize it.
"Braca!" D'Argo growled.
"Correct Luxan," Braca answered. "Do not attempt to fire your weapon. At this range you would be destroyed along with your escorts."
As the captain finished, the Scarran vessel began to rumble in a violent fashion. In the passenger seat, Aeryn sat with growing alarm. "They're going to fire!" She yelled.
Before the blast let out, D'Argo threw himself onto the controls and managed to engage the defense shield. Even as he did this, the Luxan realized they weren't firing at him.
The prowler pilots that surrounded them, in a frenzy to escape, managed only to make themselves better targets. Klavic's ship released a burst of energy large enough to consume them all at once. In a matter of microts there was nothing left but debris.
Aeryn lifted herself up and gasped. "They're gone," she managed before a look of dejection fell over her.
D'Argo looked at her and sighed. No matter the anger that swelled inside of him, he knew what it felt like to lose comrades. "I'm sorry," he said.
"So am I," Aeryn responded.
The comm began to broadcast again. "Prepare to be boarded."
Chiana opened her eyes and then wished she hadn't. She lay on the ground with her arms at her sides. There were no restraints and she soon realized that the holster at her side still contained a pistol. Across from her, she spotted the person responsible for her present condition.
"Awake I see," said Scorpius.
The Nebari scowled as she forced herself to her feet. Chiana groaned as the ground beneath her seemed to rotate. She did not like being knocked out.
"Where are we?" She asked.
Scorpius looked up, pleased that for once she wasn't going to fight him. "Nearing Crichton's transport pod," he answered.
Chiana suddenly remembered why she had come in the first place and raced to the hybrid's side. "We're that close?"
"The old woman's interference saved time," Scorpius said. "We shall overtake them with little difficulty."
Pulling the pistol from its holster, Chiana touched it to the hybrid's masked forehead. "You knock me out again and I'll shoot you," she said. "Got it?"
Scorpius let his eyes move up to meet hers. "You have made yourself clear," he said.
As Chiana glanced back down at the control console, a light began to flash on the sensor array. "Is that them?"
"Yes," Scorpius answered. "They appear to be slowing."
"That's good right?" Chiana asked.
Scorpius kept his eyes on the screen as he spoke. "No, it is not."
A large peacekeeper ship appeared on the front monitor in frightening detail. While much smaller than a command carrier, it was easily several Moyas in size.
"That may be the reason they are slowing," he continued.
Chiana stared at the hologram and felt her insides turn to mush. "What the frell is that?" She muttered.
"A Peacekeeper diplomatic ship," Scorpius replied. "Spotted traveling away from us."
"So what do we do?" Chiana asked.
Scorpius reached down under his chair and lifted the pulse rifle he had been hiding. "Prepare to save Crichton."
On the screen, the other transport pod arrived within visual range.
A thousand different systems roared in protest as Braca watched Klavic bring the prisoners aboard. He did not bother worrying about the solidity of the ship. In his situation, there were far more dangerous elements to think about. As he watched, the rear section of the Scarran vessel opened up to reveal a small hangar.
"Bring them in!" Klavic shouted.
In the cockpit, the nameless assistant pressed the appropriate button. Ka D'Argo's ship began to move slowly toward its captor. Braca noted the presence of peacekeeper technology aboard the ship. 'What have you been doing Commandant,' He wondered.
Since Klavic was working, he was not able to supervise Braca as he had been ordered to. He watched the Luxan vessel float toward him, not realizing that something important was happening behind him.
Braca stepped up to the comm unit as it lit up again. Placing his hands on the Scarran control panel, the captain quickly considered how it worked. The process did not take long.
"Is that you captain Braca?" A voice asked.
"Yes sir," Braca answered.
A quarter arn passed while Klavic finished his work and Braca completed his transmission. The Scarran secured his cargo and then returned to the cockpit. He found Braca sitting at his chair with a distant expression on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked.
Braca looked up at what was supposed to be his sworn enemy and frowned. "I don't owe you any explanations," he spat.
Klavic shook his head and continued on to his own seat. Just as he did, Grayza's face appeared on the forward monitor.
"Have you captured Officer Sun and the Luxan?" She asked.
"It is done Commandant," Klavic answered.
"Very well," Grayza said. "Now prepare them for transfer."
The three men watched in silence as a large black ship appeared from nowhere and obscured the view.
"Your crew mates are here."
John, now free of his restraints, looked up at Arno and nodded. "Yeah, I figured they'd come after me."
Arno looked considerably more concerned than John did. "You understand I can't just let you go," he said.
The human looked at his uneasy new partner and flashed his most comforting smile. "Don't worry man, I got your back," he said.
"Is that supposed to calm me?" Arno asked. "Wait, something's wrong," he started.
The transport pod that had been following them accelerated and was no longer alongside them. Before Arno could complete a maneuver, the twin ship slammed sideways into their own and sent both men crashing to the ground.
"Crichton!" Arno yelled.
"Get on the damn comm..." John tried to say. Instead he was thrown against the wall by another collision. Blood began to ooze from his nose.
Arno forced himself toward the comm and initiated a transmission. "Crew of Moya - they're latching onto us!"
John looked over at the exit hatch and immediately heard the sound of grinding metal. It didn't take a genius to realize what was going on. The human searched frantically for his own comm as gunshots rang out from beyond the door.
"Chiana!" He yelled into the small brown device. There was no response.
Suddenly the hatch burst open and Scorpius stalked into the room with a pulse rifle in his hand. With a calm head, the hybrid scanned the interior and locked in on Arno.
"Scorpius!" John yelled only a microt too late.
Aiming his weapon steadily, Scorpius fired a single shot into Arno's forehead. The shot did its job well. Arno dropped to the ground, clearly dead.
"You son of a bitch!" John roared as he ran across the room. Catching Scorpius unawares, the two of them flew back against the wall and hit hard.
Scorpius was the first to get back up. "John, what is the meaning of this?" He roared back.
"You killed him!" John answered.
The hybrid shook his head, very aware that the coolant rod in his head would expire soon. "He was a peacekeeper John," he said.
John tried to hit his would-be savior but Scorpius blocked his advances. "He worked with Aeryn you bastard!"
Scorpius hesitated a microt before answering. As much as he did not want to, he also acknowledged that informing the human was inevitable. "Yes John," he said. "They are peacekeepers."
Torn between anger and confusion, Crichton could do nothing but stare back at the creature in front of him. He felt his knees buckle but did not allow himself to fall.
"If Aeryn was with these men, then she is a peacekeeper as well," Scorpius finished. Behind him, Chiana heard the words and nearly dropped her pistol.
D'Argo closed his eyes as the hangar bay doors slammed shut behind him. He knew that Lo'la was in the darkness with him, but too far to do any good.
Through the depths of his senses, he heard a door open from far away and a shaft of light cut through the black. D'Argo opened his eyes once more and found himself staring at the last person he wanted to see.
Commandant Grayza entered the hanger, her back flanked by two guards on each side. She smiled as she saw the Luxan, his arms and legs chained.
"The infamous Ka D'Argo," she purred.
D'Argo glared up at her and scowled. He could already smell the stuff that had gotten to Crichton. Luckily, it did not seem to affect him. Not yet anyway.
"I have been looking for you for quite some time," Grayza continued.
She motioned for her guards to move forward and bring D'Argo to his feet. Grayza watched him struggle and instantly decided not to try her sweat on him. She much preferred this animal hostile.
"We've prepared a very special cell for you.....Ka D'Argo."
D'Argo continued to struggle despite knowing it was no use. However, his need to fight increased in the following few microts.
"Commandant Grayza," a voice said.
Mele-On looked up as the nameless assistant walked in out of the darkness. Beside him, Aeryn Sun stood with a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.
"Officer Sun," Grayza said sternly. "I see you've once again chosen to aid these criminals. Very disappointing." Her smile only got bigger as she spoke.
D'Argo tried to meet Aeryn's eyes but she would not let him. The only thing quelling the anger within him was the look of absolute misery on her face as her cuffs were unlocked.
"Take the Luxan to his cell," Grayza ordered.
Aeryn joined the commandant in watching as D'Argo was led away. The moment he disappeared from sight, they locked eyes.
"You, Officer Sun, will await reassignment under close supervision," Grayza said.
Aeryn looked surprised. "You're not going to kill me?" She asked.
The commandant shook her head but was clearly amused. "Remember Aeryn, you were born a peacekeeper and you will die a peacekeeper," she said. "Nothing you will ever do can change that."
TBC
Neuroscpr
Fic: Insiders p5 by: Neuroscpr (mtrx9991@yahoo.com) rating: pg-13 spoilers up to: current P6 will be posted on TUESDAY
thanks to can for all her help
chapter 5
The familiar hum the engine beneath him was what finally brought John Crichton out of his temporary flirtation with unconsciousness. He opened his eyes slowly and saw an ocean of blurred grays. 'Wonder if this is what Chiana sees,' he thought as the objects in front of him rushed into focus.
"Holy hell, that hurt," he muttered as he righted himself. John had been lying, his ear against the ground, where the space man had left him. His vision now cleared, the astronaut looked up at his captor.
Sitting at the controls, the mysterious captor in black sat with his back to Crichton. His hands ventured ever so often across the panel but the transport pod did not seem to change course much.
John tried to go for his pistol when he realized two things. One, his hands were tied up in front of him with a pair of cuffs left behind by the last peacekeepers to occupy Moya. Two, his pistol wasn't there.
"Hey!" John yelled.
The man bolted upright in his seat and turned around quickly. Seeing John awake, his eyes resumed the look of uncertainty that the human had seen on Moya. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't comfortable doing what he was doing. 'That could be a good thing,' John thought to himself.
"I was afraid you weren't going to wake up," the man said.
Crichton had expected many responses but that was not one of them. It took him a moment or two to formulate his next move.
"Yeah, well it's not that easy to get rid of me."
The man smiled. "That I already knew."
John couldn't help but grin in return. Unfortunately, his amusement did not last long. He was still being held captive, on his way to the queen bitch of the universe.
"So, Grayza got you on the juice too?"
When the man failed to answer, John shook his head. "Naw," he said. "You're probably just following orders."
"Quiet!" The man shouted in a sudden burst of anger. "I don't work for Grayza!"
John shrugged. "Ok, you're a bounty hunter," he said. "What's the difference?"
The man stood up from his seat and marched over to face the prisoner. Anger was sketched across his face in such a way that Crichton regretted making him mad.
"You think I want to be doing this?" The man shouted. "I barely know who you are!"
"Then why?" John asked.
"Because I don't have a frelling choice!" The man clenched his fists and seemed almost ready to burst into sobs. "Scorpius will pay for this!"
The hybrid's name brought Crichton right back to attention. "Scorpy?" John asked. "What the hell does that son of a bitch have to do with this?"
Seemingly calmed, the man nodded. "They always left us alone before," he said. "We had enemies among them yes, but they never bothered us. Then Scorpius came and took Officer Sun. Now they're killing our people wherever they find them."
John, with considerable effort, managed to stand himself up. "You're one of Aeryn's guys?" He asked, his eyes wide. "The ex-pk guys?"
"There aren't many of us left now," the man answered.
As realization dawned on him, John felt the familiar sense of guilt rising inside of him. "Connect the dots," he whispered. "I lead to Aeryn, she leads to you guys. Grayza's using me as an excuse to wipe you guys out?"
"You are a legend," the man continued. "Your crimes against the peacekeepers are being blamed on us, unless we deliver you to her."
John sighed, his will to escape suddenly gone. "What's your name son?" He asked.
The man looked up at him. "Arno," he said. "There's something else, a message Grayza told me to give you."
Crichton considered whether he wanted to hear it or not. In the end though, he knew there wasn't really a choice. "What is it?"
Arno could not look him in the eye as he spoke. "Don't worry, when you arrive you'll be among friends."
The Scarran vessel floated silently into the swarm of prowlers until it was directly in front of Lo'la. None of the other ships dared move as it began a scan of the smaller ship.
"What do you know about Scarran ships?" Aeryn asked.
D'Argo looked over at her and scowled. "They're bigger than Luxan ones," he offered.
The two of them settled back into uneasy silence as the larger ship did its work. Neither dared raise the question of why it was there and why the prowlers weren't attacking.
"Ka D'Argo," a voice interrupted.
Aeryn's eyes shot to the comm and blocked it before D'Argo could answer. At his questioning look, she shook her head. "Wait," she mouthed.
The Luxan did not enjoy waiting and was tempted to force her away. In the end though, he relented. She understood the situation better than he did.
"Ka D'Argo, we are not going to fire on your ship," the voice continued. "But neither will we allow you to escape."
Aeryn uncovered the comm and lifted it to her mouth. "I am alone," she said. "The Luxan is not aboard."
"You lie poorly Officer Sun," a new voice said. It took only a mocrot for the two to recognize it.
"Braca!" D'Argo growled.
"Correct Luxan," Braca answered. "Do not attempt to fire your weapon. At this range you would be destroyed along with your escorts."
As the captain finished, the Scarran vessel began to rumble in a violent fashion. In the passenger seat, Aeryn sat with growing alarm. "They're going to fire!" She yelled.
Before the blast let out, D'Argo threw himself onto the controls and managed to engage the defense shield. Even as he did this, the Luxan realized they weren't firing at him.
The prowler pilots that surrounded them, in a frenzy to escape, managed only to make themselves better targets. Klavic's ship released a burst of energy large enough to consume them all at once. In a matter of microts there was nothing left but debris.
Aeryn lifted herself up and gasped. "They're gone," she managed before a look of dejection fell over her.
D'Argo looked at her and sighed. No matter the anger that swelled inside of him, he knew what it felt like to lose comrades. "I'm sorry," he said.
"So am I," Aeryn responded.
The comm began to broadcast again. "Prepare to be boarded."
Chiana opened her eyes and then wished she hadn't. She lay on the ground with her arms at her sides. There were no restraints and she soon realized that the holster at her side still contained a pistol. Across from her, she spotted the person responsible for her present condition.
"Awake I see," said Scorpius.
The Nebari scowled as she forced herself to her feet. Chiana groaned as the ground beneath her seemed to rotate. She did not like being knocked out.
"Where are we?" She asked.
Scorpius looked up, pleased that for once she wasn't going to fight him. "Nearing Crichton's transport pod," he answered.
Chiana suddenly remembered why she had come in the first place and raced to the hybrid's side. "We're that close?"
"The old woman's interference saved time," Scorpius said. "We shall overtake them with little difficulty."
Pulling the pistol from its holster, Chiana touched it to the hybrid's masked forehead. "You knock me out again and I'll shoot you," she said. "Got it?"
Scorpius let his eyes move up to meet hers. "You have made yourself clear," he said.
As Chiana glanced back down at the control console, a light began to flash on the sensor array. "Is that them?"
"Yes," Scorpius answered. "They appear to be slowing."
"That's good right?" Chiana asked.
Scorpius kept his eyes on the screen as he spoke. "No, it is not."
A large peacekeeper ship appeared on the front monitor in frightening detail. While much smaller than a command carrier, it was easily several Moyas in size.
"That may be the reason they are slowing," he continued.
Chiana stared at the hologram and felt her insides turn to mush. "What the frell is that?" She muttered.
"A Peacekeeper diplomatic ship," Scorpius replied. "Spotted traveling away from us."
"So what do we do?" Chiana asked.
Scorpius reached down under his chair and lifted the pulse rifle he had been hiding. "Prepare to save Crichton."
On the screen, the other transport pod arrived within visual range.
A thousand different systems roared in protest as Braca watched Klavic bring the prisoners aboard. He did not bother worrying about the solidity of the ship. In his situation, there were far more dangerous elements to think about. As he watched, the rear section of the Scarran vessel opened up to reveal a small hangar.
"Bring them in!" Klavic shouted.
In the cockpit, the nameless assistant pressed the appropriate button. Ka D'Argo's ship began to move slowly toward its captor. Braca noted the presence of peacekeeper technology aboard the ship. 'What have you been doing Commandant,' He wondered.
Since Klavic was working, he was not able to supervise Braca as he had been ordered to. He watched the Luxan vessel float toward him, not realizing that something important was happening behind him.
Braca stepped up to the comm unit as it lit up again. Placing his hands on the Scarran control panel, the captain quickly considered how it worked. The process did not take long.
"Is that you captain Braca?" A voice asked.
"Yes sir," Braca answered.
A quarter arn passed while Klavic finished his work and Braca completed his transmission. The Scarran secured his cargo and then returned to the cockpit. He found Braca sitting at his chair with a distant expression on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked.
Braca looked up at what was supposed to be his sworn enemy and frowned. "I don't owe you any explanations," he spat.
Klavic shook his head and continued on to his own seat. Just as he did, Grayza's face appeared on the forward monitor.
"Have you captured Officer Sun and the Luxan?" She asked.
"It is done Commandant," Klavic answered.
"Very well," Grayza said. "Now prepare them for transfer."
The three men watched in silence as a large black ship appeared from nowhere and obscured the view.
"Your crew mates are here."
John, now free of his restraints, looked up at Arno and nodded. "Yeah, I figured they'd come after me."
Arno looked considerably more concerned than John did. "You understand I can't just let you go," he said.
The human looked at his uneasy new partner and flashed his most comforting smile. "Don't worry man, I got your back," he said.
"Is that supposed to calm me?" Arno asked. "Wait, something's wrong," he started.
The transport pod that had been following them accelerated and was no longer alongside them. Before Arno could complete a maneuver, the twin ship slammed sideways into their own and sent both men crashing to the ground.
"Crichton!" Arno yelled.
"Get on the damn comm..." John tried to say. Instead he was thrown against the wall by another collision. Blood began to ooze from his nose.
Arno forced himself toward the comm and initiated a transmission. "Crew of Moya - they're latching onto us!"
John looked over at the exit hatch and immediately heard the sound of grinding metal. It didn't take a genius to realize what was going on. The human searched frantically for his own comm as gunshots rang out from beyond the door.
"Chiana!" He yelled into the small brown device. There was no response.
Suddenly the hatch burst open and Scorpius stalked into the room with a pulse rifle in his hand. With a calm head, the hybrid scanned the interior and locked in on Arno.
"Scorpius!" John yelled only a microt too late.
Aiming his weapon steadily, Scorpius fired a single shot into Arno's forehead. The shot did its job well. Arno dropped to the ground, clearly dead.
"You son of a bitch!" John roared as he ran across the room. Catching Scorpius unawares, the two of them flew back against the wall and hit hard.
Scorpius was the first to get back up. "John, what is the meaning of this?" He roared back.
"You killed him!" John answered.
The hybrid shook his head, very aware that the coolant rod in his head would expire soon. "He was a peacekeeper John," he said.
John tried to hit his would-be savior but Scorpius blocked his advances. "He worked with Aeryn you bastard!"
Scorpius hesitated a microt before answering. As much as he did not want to, he also acknowledged that informing the human was inevitable. "Yes John," he said. "They are peacekeepers."
Torn between anger and confusion, Crichton could do nothing but stare back at the creature in front of him. He felt his knees buckle but did not allow himself to fall.
"If Aeryn was with these men, then she is a peacekeeper as well," Scorpius finished. Behind him, Chiana heard the words and nearly dropped her pistol.
D'Argo closed his eyes as the hangar bay doors slammed shut behind him. He knew that Lo'la was in the darkness with him, but too far to do any good.
Through the depths of his senses, he heard a door open from far away and a shaft of light cut through the black. D'Argo opened his eyes once more and found himself staring at the last person he wanted to see.
Commandant Grayza entered the hanger, her back flanked by two guards on each side. She smiled as she saw the Luxan, his arms and legs chained.
"The infamous Ka D'Argo," she purred.
D'Argo glared up at her and scowled. He could already smell the stuff that had gotten to Crichton. Luckily, it did not seem to affect him. Not yet anyway.
"I have been looking for you for quite some time," Grayza continued.
She motioned for her guards to move forward and bring D'Argo to his feet. Grayza watched him struggle and instantly decided not to try her sweat on him. She much preferred this animal hostile.
"We've prepared a very special cell for you.....Ka D'Argo."
D'Argo continued to struggle despite knowing it was no use. However, his need to fight increased in the following few microts.
"Commandant Grayza," a voice said.
Mele-On looked up as the nameless assistant walked in out of the darkness. Beside him, Aeryn Sun stood with a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.
"Officer Sun," Grayza said sternly. "I see you've once again chosen to aid these criminals. Very disappointing." Her smile only got bigger as she spoke.
D'Argo tried to meet Aeryn's eyes but she would not let him. The only thing quelling the anger within him was the look of absolute misery on her face as her cuffs were unlocked.
"Take the Luxan to his cell," Grayza ordered.
Aeryn joined the commandant in watching as D'Argo was led away. The moment he disappeared from sight, they locked eyes.
"You, Officer Sun, will await reassignment under close supervision," Grayza said.
Aeryn looked surprised. "You're not going to kill me?" She asked.
The commandant shook her head but was clearly amused. "Remember Aeryn, you were born a peacekeeper and you will die a peacekeeper," she said. "Nothing you will ever do can change that."
TBC
Neuroscpr