Sentenced
By
1 Abandon
Disclaimer: All characters relating to Farscape are not mine, the story and ideas within are
Summary: Aeryn is arrested for murder, and is awaiting execution; will the others save her in time? Features all the crew from series three.
Setting: Down on Anebus, a wealthy commerce planet.
Authors Note: Just a quick note to say thanks to those who have gave me constructive criticism and I hope you enjoy this one too (
1.1 Sentenced
(2002 ABANDON a.k.a. Paula McCrossan
1. Chapter 1: Excursion
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'Come on you'll enjoy yourself', He walks off to the transport bay, when he can feel Aeryn staring at him from behind. He turns around to face her. What!
'It's a stupid idea, something always happens if it's not Chiana its Rygel, it's another one of your bad ideas'. She just stares at him knowing, that she is being stubborn like always. He walks back towards her, waiting a few seconds before speaking.
'Look Aeryn, just think of it like a picnic, or whatever you people do to relax, we've been stuck on Moya for three monens and I need some fresh air'. He can see she is looking at him puzzled, its one of those expressions he knows so well, when she or the others don't understand his 'Earth talk'. 'Crichton, what in hezmana are you talking about, we've got fresh air in here, and what we do to relax is to go to the gym and train for 5 arns'. 'You gotta be kidding me, that's all you ever do to relax, look, come down to the commerce planet with me, and I promise you, when you come back you'll feel like a new woman'. 'If anything happens, you can take care of it', she leads the way to the transport bay, knowing that Crichton is following her from behind.
Once inside the transport pod, Aeryn had a sudden sense of what she could only describe as fear. But why? What would I need to fear? Maybe going down to the planet is a bad idea? Suddenly she is pulled out of her thoughts and fear by an image, which suddenly appears on the view screen before them. The image appears to be a Sebacean male, however his eyes are white, which makes him look like he is blind. The image starts to talk, 'Welcome to Anebus, weary travellers, I am Senator Anthos, I hope your stay hear is a pleasurable and a memorable one' then as sudden as the image appeared it quickly disappears. Crichton turns to look at Aeryn, who didn't seem fazed by the Sebaceans look, 'What was with the eyes, is he blind or something'. 'I have only ever heard of such Sebaceans, in our databanks of the first breakaway colonies from Peacekeeper jurisdiction'. She carry's on looking forward. 'They did look like most other Sebaceans, but due to them travelling great distances, their pigment in their eyes changed, from black to white, no-one knows why, but it has been said, that their next off spring inherited this anomaly from their ancestors and have been plagued with it ever since'.
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'Hi and Welcome to Anebus, I hope your stay here is enjoyable and memorable'. Crichton and Aeryn just nod to the Sebacean who had greeted them once they had landed. 'Aeryn, what's with the meet and greet, it's making me kinda nervous'. She turns to look at him, a smile comes across her face, 'remember, what ever happens, I'll be blaming you, as it what your idea to come down here'. He didn't answer back, as for now, She seemed a little bit more relaxed than what she did in the transport pod, and he didn't want to spoil a good thing.
They went off in the direction in which The Free Spirit was; as that was where the others had gone to drink, and being them, they have probably already passed out from drinking too mush raslak. From what he could tell Aeryn didn't seem interested or bothered about her surroundings, unlike him, he was very intrigued with the style of buildings, it reminded him of the kind of buildings you would find in Egypt, to him they looked like they were made from mud and what he thought was sand. Also for what seemed like miles, they were surrounded by market stalls trying to sell them things. Aeryn just kept on walking and ignored them, unlike him, who was amazed at what he saw, there were objects and creatures he had never seen or even dreamed of.
There was not any path, which he could see, apart from loose mud and dust underneath their feet. They had only been walking for about 10 microts when they could see a grey haired woman arguing with a stallholder, and what sounded like someone had been accused or stealing. As they got closer, they recognised the woman as a young Nebari. Aeryn stopped and just looked at Crichton, 'Okay, I get the hint, I'll sort this out'. He starts to walk over to the stall with all the commotion. 'Chiana, what the hell are you doing'.
Chiana was surprised to hear Crichton and made her jump, causing her to drop the item in which she had been accused of stealing. He bends down and picks it up, 'Chiana'. 'What, it fell off the table, this Trog thinks I snurched it'. The stallholder answers back causing them both to argue once more causing more attention to themselves. He steps in to calm them both down, he can see from the corner of his eye that Aeryn is grinning at his display of aptitude. 'At least someone is finding this funny', he thought, as he began to loose his temper. 'both of you, shut up, look', turning to Chiana, 'do you want this' displaying the item in question in his hand. Chiana just nods her head in reply. 'Right and you' turning to the stallholder 'how much for it'. 5 Ingots'.
He reaches into his pocket and grabs some coins, 'right, here's your necklace' handing the item to Chiana, 'and here's your money', placing is onto the table. He grabs Chiana and heads her towards Aeryn before the stallholder could say or do anything else. He turns and faces Chiana 'what were you thinking of, do you want to draw attention to us'. 'Stop worrying old man, unlike some people I'm here for fun, and I can take care of myself' she gives him a coy smile and then heads off towards The Free Spirit, which is now in view. He turns around to face Aeryn, who is smiling at him, 'what'. 'Nothing, I thought you handled yourself well, for a human'. They start to walk off towards The Free Spirit, 'well I'm glad someone thought it was funny'. She turns to look at him, 'she's right you know'. He looks at her in unison, 'about what'. 'about worrying too much, we haven't seen a peacekeeper for over three monens, it's like you said, we need some fresh air'. He looks at her a bit puzzled, 'you've suddenly changed your tune'. He can tell from the look that she is giving him, that she didn't quite understand him fully. 'we've been up their for three monens, and some species can't cope for that long in space, so this will do us all good, give each other some space'. He looks at her a bit surprised by that comment, and she can see it too, she just smiles at him, and he smiles back. 'come on, I could do with a raslak'. She heads off in front; he eventually catches up with her. They both enter The Free Spirit, which he notices it stands out considerably more than the buildings. As it looks like its made out of dark wood, this place continues to remind him more of home.
Whilst inside, he notices that the room is poorly lit, with only one main light above the small bar in the corner of the room. There appears to be only about 6-8 tables in the entire building. As he is scanning the room he notices his friends and comrades, in the corner of the room, he heads over towards them. He is greeted by a hug from D'argo, who has clearly had quite a bit to drink. 'Hello my friend, so glad you could join us, would you like a drink'. 'I'd love one, as long as know one tells me which bodily function it came from, as I don't want to know'. D'argo, who laughed at his comment, slaps him on the back. D'argo is about to get up, when he knocks one of the drinks over on the table. 'Hey, big guy, I'll go and get it'. As he is about to go and get it Aeryn gets up, 'no its ok, I'll get it'. He nods his head as a thank you and sits back down.
Whilst at the bar, she can hear the others laughing and talking amongst themselves. She turns to the barkeeper and asks for six raslaks. Within seconds of asking, they are already on a tray. She hands him the money, and starts to head back to the others, when from nowhere a sebacean bumps into her making her drop the raslaks onto the floor, causing them to smash. 'I'm terribly sorry, I ask for your forgiveness'. 'Your forgiven' as quickly as she had said it the sebacean disappeared. Crichton had seen what happened and has come over to her, 'are you ok'. 'Yes, I'm fine, but unfortunately the raslak isn't', she points to the floor to show him the mess. As she does this he notices a small trickle of blood on her arm. 'Aeryn, your bleeding', pointing to the small incision on her arm. 'I must of cut myself on one of the bottles, it's nothing', wiping away the bit of blood.
By this time, Crichton had already ordered another six more raslaks, 'come on Aeryn' indicating her to go back to the table. She follows him, and sits down. The others hadn't even noticed the incident, which happened only 5 microts ago. One by one the raslak is removed from the tray, which was placed in the centre of the table. She takes a swig of the cold raslak, its tastes sweet and bitter against her tongue, she had missed the taste of it, since the last raslak onboard of Moya had run out, over three monens ago. She drank the drink very quickly and soon enough it was empty, she placed the empty bottle onto the table. 'I could do with another one'. Crichton just looks at her and smiles, 'your wish is my command'.
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Author's note: Could you please R&R, as I'll know that you would like to read the rest of the story. Also just some definitions of some of the language used. If you already know, then that's ok, it's purely for those who don't. So here goes,
Trog: Idiot
Ingots: Money
Snurched: Stole
Microts: Minutes
Monens: Months
By
1 Abandon
Disclaimer: All characters relating to Farscape are not mine, the story and ideas within are
Summary: Aeryn is arrested for murder, and is awaiting execution; will the others save her in time? Features all the crew from series three.
Setting: Down on Anebus, a wealthy commerce planet.
Authors Note: Just a quick note to say thanks to those who have gave me constructive criticism and I hope you enjoy this one too (
1.1 Sentenced
(2002 ABANDON a.k.a. Paula McCrossan
1. Chapter 1: Excursion
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'Come on you'll enjoy yourself', He walks off to the transport bay, when he can feel Aeryn staring at him from behind. He turns around to face her. What!
'It's a stupid idea, something always happens if it's not Chiana its Rygel, it's another one of your bad ideas'. She just stares at him knowing, that she is being stubborn like always. He walks back towards her, waiting a few seconds before speaking.
'Look Aeryn, just think of it like a picnic, or whatever you people do to relax, we've been stuck on Moya for three monens and I need some fresh air'. He can see she is looking at him puzzled, its one of those expressions he knows so well, when she or the others don't understand his 'Earth talk'. 'Crichton, what in hezmana are you talking about, we've got fresh air in here, and what we do to relax is to go to the gym and train for 5 arns'. 'You gotta be kidding me, that's all you ever do to relax, look, come down to the commerce planet with me, and I promise you, when you come back you'll feel like a new woman'. 'If anything happens, you can take care of it', she leads the way to the transport bay, knowing that Crichton is following her from behind.
Once inside the transport pod, Aeryn had a sudden sense of what she could only describe as fear. But why? What would I need to fear? Maybe going down to the planet is a bad idea? Suddenly she is pulled out of her thoughts and fear by an image, which suddenly appears on the view screen before them. The image appears to be a Sebacean male, however his eyes are white, which makes him look like he is blind. The image starts to talk, 'Welcome to Anebus, weary travellers, I am Senator Anthos, I hope your stay hear is a pleasurable and a memorable one' then as sudden as the image appeared it quickly disappears. Crichton turns to look at Aeryn, who didn't seem fazed by the Sebaceans look, 'What was with the eyes, is he blind or something'. 'I have only ever heard of such Sebaceans, in our databanks of the first breakaway colonies from Peacekeeper jurisdiction'. She carry's on looking forward. 'They did look like most other Sebaceans, but due to them travelling great distances, their pigment in their eyes changed, from black to white, no-one knows why, but it has been said, that their next off spring inherited this anomaly from their ancestors and have been plagued with it ever since'.
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'Hi and Welcome to Anebus, I hope your stay here is enjoyable and memorable'. Crichton and Aeryn just nod to the Sebacean who had greeted them once they had landed. 'Aeryn, what's with the meet and greet, it's making me kinda nervous'. She turns to look at him, a smile comes across her face, 'remember, what ever happens, I'll be blaming you, as it what your idea to come down here'. He didn't answer back, as for now, She seemed a little bit more relaxed than what she did in the transport pod, and he didn't want to spoil a good thing.
They went off in the direction in which The Free Spirit was; as that was where the others had gone to drink, and being them, they have probably already passed out from drinking too mush raslak. From what he could tell Aeryn didn't seem interested or bothered about her surroundings, unlike him, he was very intrigued with the style of buildings, it reminded him of the kind of buildings you would find in Egypt, to him they looked like they were made from mud and what he thought was sand. Also for what seemed like miles, they were surrounded by market stalls trying to sell them things. Aeryn just kept on walking and ignored them, unlike him, who was amazed at what he saw, there were objects and creatures he had never seen or even dreamed of.
There was not any path, which he could see, apart from loose mud and dust underneath their feet. They had only been walking for about 10 microts when they could see a grey haired woman arguing with a stallholder, and what sounded like someone had been accused or stealing. As they got closer, they recognised the woman as a young Nebari. Aeryn stopped and just looked at Crichton, 'Okay, I get the hint, I'll sort this out'. He starts to walk over to the stall with all the commotion. 'Chiana, what the hell are you doing'.
Chiana was surprised to hear Crichton and made her jump, causing her to drop the item in which she had been accused of stealing. He bends down and picks it up, 'Chiana'. 'What, it fell off the table, this Trog thinks I snurched it'. The stallholder answers back causing them both to argue once more causing more attention to themselves. He steps in to calm them both down, he can see from the corner of his eye that Aeryn is grinning at his display of aptitude. 'At least someone is finding this funny', he thought, as he began to loose his temper. 'both of you, shut up, look', turning to Chiana, 'do you want this' displaying the item in question in his hand. Chiana just nods her head in reply. 'Right and you' turning to the stallholder 'how much for it'. 5 Ingots'.
He reaches into his pocket and grabs some coins, 'right, here's your necklace' handing the item to Chiana, 'and here's your money', placing is onto the table. He grabs Chiana and heads her towards Aeryn before the stallholder could say or do anything else. He turns and faces Chiana 'what were you thinking of, do you want to draw attention to us'. 'Stop worrying old man, unlike some people I'm here for fun, and I can take care of myself' she gives him a coy smile and then heads off towards The Free Spirit, which is now in view. He turns around to face Aeryn, who is smiling at him, 'what'. 'Nothing, I thought you handled yourself well, for a human'. They start to walk off towards The Free Spirit, 'well I'm glad someone thought it was funny'. She turns to look at him, 'she's right you know'. He looks at her in unison, 'about what'. 'about worrying too much, we haven't seen a peacekeeper for over three monens, it's like you said, we need some fresh air'. He looks at her a bit puzzled, 'you've suddenly changed your tune'. He can tell from the look that she is giving him, that she didn't quite understand him fully. 'we've been up their for three monens, and some species can't cope for that long in space, so this will do us all good, give each other some space'. He looks at her a bit surprised by that comment, and she can see it too, she just smiles at him, and he smiles back. 'come on, I could do with a raslak'. She heads off in front; he eventually catches up with her. They both enter The Free Spirit, which he notices it stands out considerably more than the buildings. As it looks like its made out of dark wood, this place continues to remind him more of home.
Whilst inside, he notices that the room is poorly lit, with only one main light above the small bar in the corner of the room. There appears to be only about 6-8 tables in the entire building. As he is scanning the room he notices his friends and comrades, in the corner of the room, he heads over towards them. He is greeted by a hug from D'argo, who has clearly had quite a bit to drink. 'Hello my friend, so glad you could join us, would you like a drink'. 'I'd love one, as long as know one tells me which bodily function it came from, as I don't want to know'. D'argo, who laughed at his comment, slaps him on the back. D'argo is about to get up, when he knocks one of the drinks over on the table. 'Hey, big guy, I'll go and get it'. As he is about to go and get it Aeryn gets up, 'no its ok, I'll get it'. He nods his head as a thank you and sits back down.
Whilst at the bar, she can hear the others laughing and talking amongst themselves. She turns to the barkeeper and asks for six raslaks. Within seconds of asking, they are already on a tray. She hands him the money, and starts to head back to the others, when from nowhere a sebacean bumps into her making her drop the raslaks onto the floor, causing them to smash. 'I'm terribly sorry, I ask for your forgiveness'. 'Your forgiven' as quickly as she had said it the sebacean disappeared. Crichton had seen what happened and has come over to her, 'are you ok'. 'Yes, I'm fine, but unfortunately the raslak isn't', she points to the floor to show him the mess. As she does this he notices a small trickle of blood on her arm. 'Aeryn, your bleeding', pointing to the small incision on her arm. 'I must of cut myself on one of the bottles, it's nothing', wiping away the bit of blood.
By this time, Crichton had already ordered another six more raslaks, 'come on Aeryn' indicating her to go back to the table. She follows him, and sits down. The others hadn't even noticed the incident, which happened only 5 microts ago. One by one the raslak is removed from the tray, which was placed in the centre of the table. She takes a swig of the cold raslak, its tastes sweet and bitter against her tongue, she had missed the taste of it, since the last raslak onboard of Moya had run out, over three monens ago. She drank the drink very quickly and soon enough it was empty, she placed the empty bottle onto the table. 'I could do with another one'. Crichton just looks at her and smiles, 'your wish is my command'.
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Author's note: Could you please R&R, as I'll know that you would like to read the rest of the story. Also just some definitions of some of the language used. If you already know, then that's ok, it's purely for those who don't. So here goes,
Trog: Idiot
Ingots: Money
Snurched: Stole
Microts: Minutes
Monens: Months