Pain of Love and Memories
Farscape/Stargate SG-1 Crossover
Spoilers: Set in Season 2 after WGFA to TL. Stargate: Set anytime in Season 3 - no particular Spoilers.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah. Don't own any of the characters, but will when I become massively rich and buy the two shows.
Summary: This is mainly an Aeryn fic, dealing with her past and future.
Note: The opening scene is what I have decided to carry on after John "decapitates" Grath (the Scarren) in WGFA. As, the writers never did say. Also, I hope to tie up a few loose ends.
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"Don't worry, I'll be here. Keeping you safe." The voice faded away, and John sat there with a bewildered look. He grasped onto the fact that Scorpius had put a chip into his head, but that was soon wrenched from his mental hold.
Blinking, John looked around. Frell, he had a bad headache. Kinda like a hangover, Crichton thought back to when the transport pod had first landed on the Commerce Planet. They wandered around looking for food to start storing on Moya, food cubes were starting to become unbearable.
Unbeknownst to the others Crichton had wandered into a bar, hoping to be able to whittle some information on the whereabouts of Scorpius from some drunks. That was the point where his memory stopped. Everything was dark after that, had he gotten himself drunk? Then he remembered everything that had happened, his capture and torture at the hands of the Scarren, his mysterious escape, and the explosion as he overloaded the chamber of his pulse pistol.
Hauling himself to his feet he brushed himself. In the distance he could see something smoking, he walked over to it, there, lying on the floor, was the putrid corpse of a Scarren. He felt a wave of relief, glad that Wynona was still acting funny and that he hadn't brought her down.
Sighing and half-accepting the whole weirdness of this situation he turned around to his left and sighted some stairs leading upwards. Crichton assumed he was underground and those lead to the surface, he hoped.
Climbing up the stairs a smelly breeze hit him in the face. Typical Commerce Planet smell. He pulled back a curtain of some sort of cloth and the scene of a heavy market greeted his eyes, on the left was the bar he and wandered into. Hauling himself through the doorway and directly into some fumes from some delightful UTs food.
Crichton wandered through the streets for about half an arn, until he heard the first voice he recognised.
"Crichton! Over here!"
Whirling around he saw D'Argo storming towards him, a hefty scowl on his face.
"Where in hezmana have you been?"
D'Argo grabbed Crichton by his PK shirt and dragged him off.
"Whoa! D'Argo, let go of me, man." Wrenching himself from D'Argo's Luxan hands he fell in step next to his angry friend. "Where's the Transport Pod?"
Grunting D'Argo stormed off, in the direction of the transport, but he still made sure that Crichton was there.
The Pod came into view; it was parked next to a huge ring, with symbols marked on the side. It was a sort of legend amongst the people of this Commerce Planet, apparently in the old days the ring would become a great river and friends would be borne away by the waves. No natives came near it, as with all legends there was a sinister side to the story. If a person came to close the whirlpool would suck them into oblivion. This however did not worry Moya's crew, parking the Transport directly beside the ring.
A worried Aeryn was standing in front of the transport's door. Sighting D'Argo and Crichton a sigh of relief flooded from her lips. Rushing over to the pair, she kicked Crichton, hard, in the leg.
"Ow! Jeez, watch it Aeryn!"
"Where the frell have you been? You trog!"
The image of Crichton's mother pleading to him for help, against the unstoppable cancer. Tears crept unbidden to Crichton's eyes. Using all his strength to force back the images he stormed past Aeryn and D'Argo.
He was walking past the ring when suddenly a noise erupted from the ring.
"Get down!" Yelled someone.
Thinking there was about to be a wave of pulse fire, Crichton threw himself to the ground. A whirling vortex erupted from the ring, and ran back, taking with it the barest millimetre of Crichton's hair.
There were gasps from the natives, looking up; Crichton could see a pool of water in the ring. No more sound came from the market; every eye was staring in wonder at the ring and the water-like image.
Suddenly, to the surprise of everyone present, four Sebacean's stepped through the portal. The group was taken aback by the eyes all looking at them.
"Daniel," whispered the leader to a Sebacean standing near him. "Do you have any idea, what this culture is?"
"None. You better say something Jack, otherwise there's gonna be a whole lot of screaming, or fighting, think they're aggressive?"
Colonel Jack O'Neill stepped forward, a sucked in some air, this was going to take a lot of explaining.
From his crouching position on the floor John stared at the group of four. Before O'Neill could start on his speech, Crichton yelled out.
"Get the frell away from me!! You had my mum, you had my dad. Why can't you leave my past alone?!"
Getting up Crichton swung his fist, with all his strength, and hit O'Neill in the face, he fell. Faster than anyone else, Teal'c had drawn his zat gun and fired at Crichton.
John collapsed on the floor, writhing in agony. Next to the Colonel.
"No!" Screamed Aeryn, she fired at Teal'c, fortunately her emotion had clouded her concentration. The blast hit Teal'c on the shoulder. The Jaffa staggered and was caught by Carter and Daniel.
O'Neill was recovering looking at the human who was lying next to him, he looked vaguely familiar, realisation dawned on him. He yelled,
"Cease fire! Hold! We. we surrender!"
Aeryn heard his shout, but was unwilling to listen. Fortunately Zhaan was at the entrance of the Transport, she and D'Argo restrained Aeryn.
"Sir? Are you sure?" Carter said to the Colonel.
"Never been surer, Major. You see this guy next to me?" Carter nodded her head. "It's Johnny-boy, I'm damn sure of it."
"Johnny-boy, sir?" Enquired Sam.
"We met in the military. At Fort Fetterman."
O'Neill started shaking him, a moan came from John's lips. He twitched his fingers and tensed his legs, ready to get up.
"Easy, Johnny-boy. Don't move too much."
Crichton's vision cleared slightly, looking down at him was his old friend, Jack.
"Hell, no, no, no. Please, no more. Stop. Stop this."
"What are you talking about Johnny-boy? Its me, Jack, god, how the hell did you survive that trip into space?"
"Oh, so that's what this is all about? You've gone up-market Scorpy. 'Stead of chairs you got a nice hologram-type-thing. Trickin' me with that whole Scarren thing"
"Johnny! It's me! Jack! Oh dear god, he's hallucinating."
"No, he's not." Came a peaceful voice. Unfortunately Jack didn't understand a word of this. Zhaan's calming voice was nonsense, but he could tell she wasn't dangerous. The blue woman approached, leaving D'Argo to hold Aeryn.
"Ma'am, I have no idea who the hell who or what you are. But I can't understand a damn word you're saying. But do you understand me?"
Zhaan, sighed, this was going to be difficult, no translator microbes. She nodded. Yes she understood him.
"D'Argo, does the transport have a supply of translator microbes?"
"Yes, why?"
Aeryn had stopped struggling, so D'Argo released her. She ran to John's side and stroked his head. Still believing it was a hologram, John shut out the image of Aeryn.
"We may need some, get them and an injector."
D'Argo walked into the pod, and a few microts later; he emerged with an injector loaded with translator microbes. He handed them over to Zhaan.
"Whoa! Get pointy thing away from me!" Jack trusted Zhaan, but not enough to let her stab him with something that looked suspiciously like a needle.
Suddenly with a move to fast to follow she jammed the injector into Jack's leg and released the microbes.
"Colonel!" yelled Carter.
Jack felt dizzy he could feel the microbes working their way to his brain.
"Do you understand me yet?" asked the Delvian.
Jack grabbed her shoulder to steady himself.
"Yes, how? And what the hell did you stab me with?!"
"Translator microbes. I think you'll find that you'll be able to understand anyone now." She said with a smile on her lips. Making sure he was steady, Zhaan rushed over to Teal'c.
"Let me treat that wound." There was a quizzical look on Teal'c's face.
"She wants to help you Teal'c." translated O'Neill.
Looking back to Zhaan he answered.
"No it is fine, already my symbiote is healing the wound."
"You mean you have a symbiotic relationship with another creature? Fascinating!"
Jack smiled at her words, another Carter.
"Look, er, blue. lady."
"Zhaan. And please before you go any further let me inject you all with translator microbes."
Jack commenced to tell the rest of SG-1 what was going to happen. They looked wary, but none refused. Soon introductions were given.
"Colonel O'Neill, I believe that we should depart up to Moya, our ship, I believe the locals are beginning to not trust us." Zhaan was right; looking around Jack could see the locals reaching for their various weapons.
"Alrighty then."
The two groups of people piled into the transport pod, Crichton was carried by D'Argo. After a short ride they were soon up on Moya. The door of the pod opened and Chiana walked in the Docking Bay. She watched in astonishment as the humans walked down the steps.
"Zhaan, why are you bringing Peacekeepers aboard? Are you completely fahrbot?!" she asked in a less than polite fashion.
"Colonel, do excuse her. Her name is Chiana. And the one behind her," Rygel floated up, "Is Rygel the XVI, Dominar of the Hynerian Empire. Rygel, Chiana, meet Colonel Jack O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson and Teal'c the Jaffa, formally of Apophis, now allied with the Tauri."
None of this speech meant anything to the Nebari and Hynerian.
"They are Crichton's people." Zhaan put in simpler terms.
Astonishment was etched all over Chiana's face.
"What the frell?!"
Zhaan sighed. This was going to take a while, during the trip up to Moya, Carter had explained to her roughly about the Stargate. Now she must explain, in simple terms of course, to the astounded Nebari and Hynerian.
"Suffice to say, they arrived here through an ancient technology. Rygel please escort them to the centre chamber, I am sure they're hungry." Zhaan turned to the Colonel. "I shall be there in a while, Aeryn and I must take Crichton back to his quarters, hopefully we can help him convince himself that you are real."
Zhaan and Aeryn walked down Moya's intricate pathways. Slower than normal, for Crichton was held in her arms. Still in shock after the zat'niketel shot.
They reached his quarters, hauling the astronaut on his head; the slight impact was enough for him to regain a little consciousness. His blurred vision made out the strong features of Aeryn, and the gentle, yet penetrating, gaze of Zhaan.
"Go 'way, Aeryn, Zhaan. Don't want them to get you." The effort it took him to say these words made him collapse back into unconsciousness.
"Zhaan, stay here. Give him whatever medical treatment he needs, you have done enough already. I will go see the people who claim to know Crichton."
"Aeryn. I know you are angry, but do not blame Teal'c, he was simply defending his friend. As you would."
A lump caught in Aeryn's throat and she walked quickly from the room.
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In the centre chamber Rygel, as usual, was jamming the food in as fast as he could. Determined that the strangers would not get more than him, again he was glad of his three stomachs.
From the corner of his eye Jackson looked upon Rygel, with something that was halfway between fascination and disgust. His attention was soon diverted as Chiana decided that he was interesting enough to begin her flirtation.
Jack sighed; the past couple of hours were too much, even for him. However, his military training kept the weariness from his face. Looking over he saw the attractive, grey alien, Chiana, start coming on to Jackson. Standing up he walked over to her.
"Er, miss, if you don't mind."
"Chiana!" D'Argo called.
Chiana pouted and walked back over to D'Argo
"Just, trying to get their trust." She whispered. "I know I'm with you, and I care." Chiana said the words but they didn't go all the way down in her heart. She could feel herself pulling against the commitment.
D'Argo glared at the newcomers. His non-trusting nature boiled inside. Finally he felt compelled to say something,
"Why are you here? Are you working with Scorpius?" he growled.
Jack looked over to Carter, she shrugged.
"Er, we have no idea what you're talking abou."
Everyone was thrown over as Moya lurched. Pilot's image flickered up.
"Aeryn! D'Argo! Moya is under attack! There is a ship on Hammond side. It's, it's Scorpius. The Command Carrier!"
"Pilot! Starburst now!!" screamed Aeryn from the comms.
"Already commencing, Officer Sun. Everyone, prepare for Starburst!"
The energy began to build up. The familiar noise started to expel from Moya's systems. The blue energy swamped Moya's skin, following every pattern. Finally the last part came, Moya burst through space, in a flash of blue light.
Unused to Starburst all three humans were hurled to one side, their heads crashing onto Moya's side. Teal'c, used to the high acceleration managed to hold his position.
"Aeryn! D'Argo! Please come to Command, a vessel has been pulled along with us during Starburst." Pilot's harassed and panicky voice called through the comms.
With a speed used only by fighters, Aeryn and D'Argo ran to Command. Both reached there at the same time.
"Pilot, is it Peacekeeper?" growled D'Argo.
"Yes, a Marauder. I am initiating the docking web now. You had better get down to the Bay immediately."
Rushing through the passageways the two soldiers were joined by SG-1. The fighting instincts of Teal'c, Carter and O'Neill pulled into action. Reaching the Bay D'Argo growled at them,
"Stay back, humans."
"Nuh-uh. I take it the Peacekeepers are the bad guys?"
D'Argo's expression was one he had used with Crichton, a lot. Exasperation. Recognising a fighting stance they held Aeryn said,
"D'Argo, these humans aren't like Crichton, they know how to fight."
Any further conversation was cut short, the doors drew open, there stood a large Peacekeeper Marauder. A solitary figure climbed out. A variety of weapons were fixed on it.
"On the ground now, Peacekeeper!" shouted Aeryn.
The Peacekeeper looked up.
"Call your soldiers out, now, Tyruc."
Tyruc eyed up the weapons and decided it would be a good idea.
"Come out, they aren't going to shot."
"Yet." Added D'Argo.
A small petite figure walked out, there was an aura of blue around her head.
"M'Lee!" gasped D'Argo.
"You know this creature, D'Argo?" asked Aeryn.
Ignoring her, D'Argo issued orders,
"Come any further Peacekeeper and I will make sure you both will never follow orders again." D'Argo growled. "Pilot! Reinstate the cell door functions on Tier 7."
"Affirmative, General."
Prodding the two with their weapons, the Peacekeeper and his companion were escorted to Tier 7. Each were locked in different cells. A look of disgust was on Tyruc's face as Aeryn pushed him into his cell.
"Anything to say, Lieutenant Tyruc?" asked Aeryn.
Realising she still hand a weapon, Tyruc just walked to the back edge of the cell and sat down.
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All but Crichton were in Command. Things need to be sorted.
D'Argo slowly recounted the events that happened on Br'Nee's asteroid. A slight look came on Zhaan's face as the memories came into focus. It was one of the worst things that had happened to her.
"Ok, people. Look I know this is a trouble that you have, but we need to get back to that planet and report to General Hammond. Our boss."
"I'm sorry, colonel." Pilot's face flickered onto the screen. "We assumed you knew, once Starburst has commenced, the previous coordinates are erased. You cannot get back to that planet, without an extensive search. And in our current position, Moya is unwilling to do that. She feels that Scorpius will return to the planet. That would jeopardise her freedom and the well being of the crew."
"You have got to be kidding me." Jack O'Neill looked a little less than happy. "Ok, if we're going to be stuck on this boat, you have got to answer a few questions."
"Very well." Replied Pilot.
"1. Ok, we thought the ship was called Moya, but now you refer to her as a person. Who is Moya? 2. Who the hell, is Scorpius and the Peacekeepers, and why do they want you guys? 3. You've told me your names. But what are you?"
"Moya is the ship, she is a biomechanoid."
"A living ship?!" Jackson's face was covered in a look of delight.
"If you'll allow me to continue. Scorpius is part of a military organisation called the Peacekeepers. As for why they are after us, more specifically, Crichton. That is an even longer story. I'm sure when he is well, Crichton will tell you. As for 'number 3' Aeryn Sun is Sebacean - a former Peacekeeper. Ka D'Argo - Luxan, a warrior race. Chiana - Nebari. Rygel - Hynerian, ex-Dominar of the Empire. Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan - Delvian, a plant."
That was too much for Daniel, the expression of delight now changed into fascination. You could tell that he, and Sam, were itching to be able to talk to Zhaan alone.
"Right. Now, what do we do with this, Tycra?"
"Tyruc." Aeryn's face was a picture of disgust.
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Down in the cells the two prisoners had time to think. Tyruc's mind was absorbed with thoughts of Aeryn, how it pained him to see her like that.
M'Lee sat in the corner, her tiny voice mumbled in the emptiness. Her mind was no longer the natural savage beast when she entered her eating stage. Prolonged contact with the Peacekeepers had forced her into a subdued creature, no longer did she feed from live prey. Instead the Peacekeepers had fed her calcium supplements. This left her spirit and body weakened.
"M'Lee!"
Hearing her name called, she looked up in the direction of the voice. Tyruc was standing at the door to his cell; his face was covered in an expression of concern.
"Have you enough supplements?"
"Don't worry, I will be ok. For another 4 arms."
Angered at their helpless situation Tyruc slammed his fist against the door. Insulted at Moya being hit a nearby DRD beeped angrily and slammed into Tyruc's foot, which was sticking out at the base of the cell.
Cursing loudly, the Peacekeeper jumped back. Then, making sure he was out of the DRD's vision, he pulled something out of the back of his belt. Walking slowly towards the door control he used the thin piece of metal to manipulate the electronics.
Seeing no further trouble the DRD resumed its duties, and happily trundled along the corridor.
It was over half an arn after the DRD left, when Tyruc's mission was successful. The doors swung open.
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"Aeryn, you know this Peacekeeper?" questioned Chiana.
"Yes," she answered she had difficulty continuing, "We were both part of Pleisar Regiment. I thought they had been demoted, evidently Tyruc has one something to regain his Lieutenant status. Something Scorpius approves of evidently."
"Why?" questioned Daniel.
"Because after I defected, all of Pleisar Regiment was demoted, and they could only regain their original status if I was recaptured. It would take someone of Scorpius' power to reinstate Tyruc."
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Staring up at the ceiling John wondered whether he ought to forget about escaping this hologram that Scorpy had set up. He heard footsteps. His fighting instincts kicked in and he screamed and flung himself out of bed, ready to deal with whatever Scorpy had for him.
As his vision was brought into focus saw a Peacekeeper, and strangely, M'Lee. Stunned by this he just stood there, until the Peacekeeper's boot connected with his chest. Falling back, he was confused and drifted into the land of dreams. The Sebacean's hand grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him down the hallway.
"Ty, why must we do this? We can escape! Without the human!"
"Lee-a, we can never escape him. If we give him Crichton. Then he will let us leave. Together."
He put his hand on her face, and kissed her.
Farscape/Stargate SG-1 Crossover
Spoilers: Set in Season 2 after WGFA to TL. Stargate: Set anytime in Season 3 - no particular Spoilers.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah. Don't own any of the characters, but will when I become massively rich and buy the two shows.
Summary: This is mainly an Aeryn fic, dealing with her past and future.
Note: The opening scene is what I have decided to carry on after John "decapitates" Grath (the Scarren) in WGFA. As, the writers never did say. Also, I hope to tie up a few loose ends.
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"Don't worry, I'll be here. Keeping you safe." The voice faded away, and John sat there with a bewildered look. He grasped onto the fact that Scorpius had put a chip into his head, but that was soon wrenched from his mental hold.
Blinking, John looked around. Frell, he had a bad headache. Kinda like a hangover, Crichton thought back to when the transport pod had first landed on the Commerce Planet. They wandered around looking for food to start storing on Moya, food cubes were starting to become unbearable.
Unbeknownst to the others Crichton had wandered into a bar, hoping to be able to whittle some information on the whereabouts of Scorpius from some drunks. That was the point where his memory stopped. Everything was dark after that, had he gotten himself drunk? Then he remembered everything that had happened, his capture and torture at the hands of the Scarren, his mysterious escape, and the explosion as he overloaded the chamber of his pulse pistol.
Hauling himself to his feet he brushed himself. In the distance he could see something smoking, he walked over to it, there, lying on the floor, was the putrid corpse of a Scarren. He felt a wave of relief, glad that Wynona was still acting funny and that he hadn't brought her down.
Sighing and half-accepting the whole weirdness of this situation he turned around to his left and sighted some stairs leading upwards. Crichton assumed he was underground and those lead to the surface, he hoped.
Climbing up the stairs a smelly breeze hit him in the face. Typical Commerce Planet smell. He pulled back a curtain of some sort of cloth and the scene of a heavy market greeted his eyes, on the left was the bar he and wandered into. Hauling himself through the doorway and directly into some fumes from some delightful UTs food.
Crichton wandered through the streets for about half an arn, until he heard the first voice he recognised.
"Crichton! Over here!"
Whirling around he saw D'Argo storming towards him, a hefty scowl on his face.
"Where in hezmana have you been?"
D'Argo grabbed Crichton by his PK shirt and dragged him off.
"Whoa! D'Argo, let go of me, man." Wrenching himself from D'Argo's Luxan hands he fell in step next to his angry friend. "Where's the Transport Pod?"
Grunting D'Argo stormed off, in the direction of the transport, but he still made sure that Crichton was there.
The Pod came into view; it was parked next to a huge ring, with symbols marked on the side. It was a sort of legend amongst the people of this Commerce Planet, apparently in the old days the ring would become a great river and friends would be borne away by the waves. No natives came near it, as with all legends there was a sinister side to the story. If a person came to close the whirlpool would suck them into oblivion. This however did not worry Moya's crew, parking the Transport directly beside the ring.
A worried Aeryn was standing in front of the transport's door. Sighting D'Argo and Crichton a sigh of relief flooded from her lips. Rushing over to the pair, she kicked Crichton, hard, in the leg.
"Ow! Jeez, watch it Aeryn!"
"Where the frell have you been? You trog!"
The image of Crichton's mother pleading to him for help, against the unstoppable cancer. Tears crept unbidden to Crichton's eyes. Using all his strength to force back the images he stormed past Aeryn and D'Argo.
He was walking past the ring when suddenly a noise erupted from the ring.
"Get down!" Yelled someone.
Thinking there was about to be a wave of pulse fire, Crichton threw himself to the ground. A whirling vortex erupted from the ring, and ran back, taking with it the barest millimetre of Crichton's hair.
There were gasps from the natives, looking up; Crichton could see a pool of water in the ring. No more sound came from the market; every eye was staring in wonder at the ring and the water-like image.
Suddenly, to the surprise of everyone present, four Sebacean's stepped through the portal. The group was taken aback by the eyes all looking at them.
"Daniel," whispered the leader to a Sebacean standing near him. "Do you have any idea, what this culture is?"
"None. You better say something Jack, otherwise there's gonna be a whole lot of screaming, or fighting, think they're aggressive?"
Colonel Jack O'Neill stepped forward, a sucked in some air, this was going to take a lot of explaining.
From his crouching position on the floor John stared at the group of four. Before O'Neill could start on his speech, Crichton yelled out.
"Get the frell away from me!! You had my mum, you had my dad. Why can't you leave my past alone?!"
Getting up Crichton swung his fist, with all his strength, and hit O'Neill in the face, he fell. Faster than anyone else, Teal'c had drawn his zat gun and fired at Crichton.
John collapsed on the floor, writhing in agony. Next to the Colonel.
"No!" Screamed Aeryn, she fired at Teal'c, fortunately her emotion had clouded her concentration. The blast hit Teal'c on the shoulder. The Jaffa staggered and was caught by Carter and Daniel.
O'Neill was recovering looking at the human who was lying next to him, he looked vaguely familiar, realisation dawned on him. He yelled,
"Cease fire! Hold! We. we surrender!"
Aeryn heard his shout, but was unwilling to listen. Fortunately Zhaan was at the entrance of the Transport, she and D'Argo restrained Aeryn.
"Sir? Are you sure?" Carter said to the Colonel.
"Never been surer, Major. You see this guy next to me?" Carter nodded her head. "It's Johnny-boy, I'm damn sure of it."
"Johnny-boy, sir?" Enquired Sam.
"We met in the military. At Fort Fetterman."
O'Neill started shaking him, a moan came from John's lips. He twitched his fingers and tensed his legs, ready to get up.
"Easy, Johnny-boy. Don't move too much."
Crichton's vision cleared slightly, looking down at him was his old friend, Jack.
"Hell, no, no, no. Please, no more. Stop. Stop this."
"What are you talking about Johnny-boy? Its me, Jack, god, how the hell did you survive that trip into space?"
"Oh, so that's what this is all about? You've gone up-market Scorpy. 'Stead of chairs you got a nice hologram-type-thing. Trickin' me with that whole Scarren thing"
"Johnny! It's me! Jack! Oh dear god, he's hallucinating."
"No, he's not." Came a peaceful voice. Unfortunately Jack didn't understand a word of this. Zhaan's calming voice was nonsense, but he could tell she wasn't dangerous. The blue woman approached, leaving D'Argo to hold Aeryn.
"Ma'am, I have no idea who the hell who or what you are. But I can't understand a damn word you're saying. But do you understand me?"
Zhaan, sighed, this was going to be difficult, no translator microbes. She nodded. Yes she understood him.
"D'Argo, does the transport have a supply of translator microbes?"
"Yes, why?"
Aeryn had stopped struggling, so D'Argo released her. She ran to John's side and stroked his head. Still believing it was a hologram, John shut out the image of Aeryn.
"We may need some, get them and an injector."
D'Argo walked into the pod, and a few microts later; he emerged with an injector loaded with translator microbes. He handed them over to Zhaan.
"Whoa! Get pointy thing away from me!" Jack trusted Zhaan, but not enough to let her stab him with something that looked suspiciously like a needle.
Suddenly with a move to fast to follow she jammed the injector into Jack's leg and released the microbes.
"Colonel!" yelled Carter.
Jack felt dizzy he could feel the microbes working their way to his brain.
"Do you understand me yet?" asked the Delvian.
Jack grabbed her shoulder to steady himself.
"Yes, how? And what the hell did you stab me with?!"
"Translator microbes. I think you'll find that you'll be able to understand anyone now." She said with a smile on her lips. Making sure he was steady, Zhaan rushed over to Teal'c.
"Let me treat that wound." There was a quizzical look on Teal'c's face.
"She wants to help you Teal'c." translated O'Neill.
Looking back to Zhaan he answered.
"No it is fine, already my symbiote is healing the wound."
"You mean you have a symbiotic relationship with another creature? Fascinating!"
Jack smiled at her words, another Carter.
"Look, er, blue. lady."
"Zhaan. And please before you go any further let me inject you all with translator microbes."
Jack commenced to tell the rest of SG-1 what was going to happen. They looked wary, but none refused. Soon introductions were given.
"Colonel O'Neill, I believe that we should depart up to Moya, our ship, I believe the locals are beginning to not trust us." Zhaan was right; looking around Jack could see the locals reaching for their various weapons.
"Alrighty then."
The two groups of people piled into the transport pod, Crichton was carried by D'Argo. After a short ride they were soon up on Moya. The door of the pod opened and Chiana walked in the Docking Bay. She watched in astonishment as the humans walked down the steps.
"Zhaan, why are you bringing Peacekeepers aboard? Are you completely fahrbot?!" she asked in a less than polite fashion.
"Colonel, do excuse her. Her name is Chiana. And the one behind her," Rygel floated up, "Is Rygel the XVI, Dominar of the Hynerian Empire. Rygel, Chiana, meet Colonel Jack O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson and Teal'c the Jaffa, formally of Apophis, now allied with the Tauri."
None of this speech meant anything to the Nebari and Hynerian.
"They are Crichton's people." Zhaan put in simpler terms.
Astonishment was etched all over Chiana's face.
"What the frell?!"
Zhaan sighed. This was going to take a while, during the trip up to Moya, Carter had explained to her roughly about the Stargate. Now she must explain, in simple terms of course, to the astounded Nebari and Hynerian.
"Suffice to say, they arrived here through an ancient technology. Rygel please escort them to the centre chamber, I am sure they're hungry." Zhaan turned to the Colonel. "I shall be there in a while, Aeryn and I must take Crichton back to his quarters, hopefully we can help him convince himself that you are real."
Zhaan and Aeryn walked down Moya's intricate pathways. Slower than normal, for Crichton was held in her arms. Still in shock after the zat'niketel shot.
They reached his quarters, hauling the astronaut on his head; the slight impact was enough for him to regain a little consciousness. His blurred vision made out the strong features of Aeryn, and the gentle, yet penetrating, gaze of Zhaan.
"Go 'way, Aeryn, Zhaan. Don't want them to get you." The effort it took him to say these words made him collapse back into unconsciousness.
"Zhaan, stay here. Give him whatever medical treatment he needs, you have done enough already. I will go see the people who claim to know Crichton."
"Aeryn. I know you are angry, but do not blame Teal'c, he was simply defending his friend. As you would."
A lump caught in Aeryn's throat and she walked quickly from the room.
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In the centre chamber Rygel, as usual, was jamming the food in as fast as he could. Determined that the strangers would not get more than him, again he was glad of his three stomachs.
From the corner of his eye Jackson looked upon Rygel, with something that was halfway between fascination and disgust. His attention was soon diverted as Chiana decided that he was interesting enough to begin her flirtation.
Jack sighed; the past couple of hours were too much, even for him. However, his military training kept the weariness from his face. Looking over he saw the attractive, grey alien, Chiana, start coming on to Jackson. Standing up he walked over to her.
"Er, miss, if you don't mind."
"Chiana!" D'Argo called.
Chiana pouted and walked back over to D'Argo
"Just, trying to get their trust." She whispered. "I know I'm with you, and I care." Chiana said the words but they didn't go all the way down in her heart. She could feel herself pulling against the commitment.
D'Argo glared at the newcomers. His non-trusting nature boiled inside. Finally he felt compelled to say something,
"Why are you here? Are you working with Scorpius?" he growled.
Jack looked over to Carter, she shrugged.
"Er, we have no idea what you're talking abou."
Everyone was thrown over as Moya lurched. Pilot's image flickered up.
"Aeryn! D'Argo! Moya is under attack! There is a ship on Hammond side. It's, it's Scorpius. The Command Carrier!"
"Pilot! Starburst now!!" screamed Aeryn from the comms.
"Already commencing, Officer Sun. Everyone, prepare for Starburst!"
The energy began to build up. The familiar noise started to expel from Moya's systems. The blue energy swamped Moya's skin, following every pattern. Finally the last part came, Moya burst through space, in a flash of blue light.
Unused to Starburst all three humans were hurled to one side, their heads crashing onto Moya's side. Teal'c, used to the high acceleration managed to hold his position.
"Aeryn! D'Argo! Please come to Command, a vessel has been pulled along with us during Starburst." Pilot's harassed and panicky voice called through the comms.
With a speed used only by fighters, Aeryn and D'Argo ran to Command. Both reached there at the same time.
"Pilot, is it Peacekeeper?" growled D'Argo.
"Yes, a Marauder. I am initiating the docking web now. You had better get down to the Bay immediately."
Rushing through the passageways the two soldiers were joined by SG-1. The fighting instincts of Teal'c, Carter and O'Neill pulled into action. Reaching the Bay D'Argo growled at them,
"Stay back, humans."
"Nuh-uh. I take it the Peacekeepers are the bad guys?"
D'Argo's expression was one he had used with Crichton, a lot. Exasperation. Recognising a fighting stance they held Aeryn said,
"D'Argo, these humans aren't like Crichton, they know how to fight."
Any further conversation was cut short, the doors drew open, there stood a large Peacekeeper Marauder. A solitary figure climbed out. A variety of weapons were fixed on it.
"On the ground now, Peacekeeper!" shouted Aeryn.
The Peacekeeper looked up.
"Call your soldiers out, now, Tyruc."
Tyruc eyed up the weapons and decided it would be a good idea.
"Come out, they aren't going to shot."
"Yet." Added D'Argo.
A small petite figure walked out, there was an aura of blue around her head.
"M'Lee!" gasped D'Argo.
"You know this creature, D'Argo?" asked Aeryn.
Ignoring her, D'Argo issued orders,
"Come any further Peacekeeper and I will make sure you both will never follow orders again." D'Argo growled. "Pilot! Reinstate the cell door functions on Tier 7."
"Affirmative, General."
Prodding the two with their weapons, the Peacekeeper and his companion were escorted to Tier 7. Each were locked in different cells. A look of disgust was on Tyruc's face as Aeryn pushed him into his cell.
"Anything to say, Lieutenant Tyruc?" asked Aeryn.
Realising she still hand a weapon, Tyruc just walked to the back edge of the cell and sat down.
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All but Crichton were in Command. Things need to be sorted.
D'Argo slowly recounted the events that happened on Br'Nee's asteroid. A slight look came on Zhaan's face as the memories came into focus. It was one of the worst things that had happened to her.
"Ok, people. Look I know this is a trouble that you have, but we need to get back to that planet and report to General Hammond. Our boss."
"I'm sorry, colonel." Pilot's face flickered onto the screen. "We assumed you knew, once Starburst has commenced, the previous coordinates are erased. You cannot get back to that planet, without an extensive search. And in our current position, Moya is unwilling to do that. She feels that Scorpius will return to the planet. That would jeopardise her freedom and the well being of the crew."
"You have got to be kidding me." Jack O'Neill looked a little less than happy. "Ok, if we're going to be stuck on this boat, you have got to answer a few questions."
"Very well." Replied Pilot.
"1. Ok, we thought the ship was called Moya, but now you refer to her as a person. Who is Moya? 2. Who the hell, is Scorpius and the Peacekeepers, and why do they want you guys? 3. You've told me your names. But what are you?"
"Moya is the ship, she is a biomechanoid."
"A living ship?!" Jackson's face was covered in a look of delight.
"If you'll allow me to continue. Scorpius is part of a military organisation called the Peacekeepers. As for why they are after us, more specifically, Crichton. That is an even longer story. I'm sure when he is well, Crichton will tell you. As for 'number 3' Aeryn Sun is Sebacean - a former Peacekeeper. Ka D'Argo - Luxan, a warrior race. Chiana - Nebari. Rygel - Hynerian, ex-Dominar of the Empire. Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan - Delvian, a plant."
That was too much for Daniel, the expression of delight now changed into fascination. You could tell that he, and Sam, were itching to be able to talk to Zhaan alone.
"Right. Now, what do we do with this, Tycra?"
"Tyruc." Aeryn's face was a picture of disgust.
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Down in the cells the two prisoners had time to think. Tyruc's mind was absorbed with thoughts of Aeryn, how it pained him to see her like that.
M'Lee sat in the corner, her tiny voice mumbled in the emptiness. Her mind was no longer the natural savage beast when she entered her eating stage. Prolonged contact with the Peacekeepers had forced her into a subdued creature, no longer did she feed from live prey. Instead the Peacekeepers had fed her calcium supplements. This left her spirit and body weakened.
"M'Lee!"
Hearing her name called, she looked up in the direction of the voice. Tyruc was standing at the door to his cell; his face was covered in an expression of concern.
"Have you enough supplements?"
"Don't worry, I will be ok. For another 4 arms."
Angered at their helpless situation Tyruc slammed his fist against the door. Insulted at Moya being hit a nearby DRD beeped angrily and slammed into Tyruc's foot, which was sticking out at the base of the cell.
Cursing loudly, the Peacekeeper jumped back. Then, making sure he was out of the DRD's vision, he pulled something out of the back of his belt. Walking slowly towards the door control he used the thin piece of metal to manipulate the electronics.
Seeing no further trouble the DRD resumed its duties, and happily trundled along the corridor.
It was over half an arn after the DRD left, when Tyruc's mission was successful. The doors swung open.
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"Aeryn, you know this Peacekeeper?" questioned Chiana.
"Yes," she answered she had difficulty continuing, "We were both part of Pleisar Regiment. I thought they had been demoted, evidently Tyruc has one something to regain his Lieutenant status. Something Scorpius approves of evidently."
"Why?" questioned Daniel.
"Because after I defected, all of Pleisar Regiment was demoted, and they could only regain their original status if I was recaptured. It would take someone of Scorpius' power to reinstate Tyruc."
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Staring up at the ceiling John wondered whether he ought to forget about escaping this hologram that Scorpy had set up. He heard footsteps. His fighting instincts kicked in and he screamed and flung himself out of bed, ready to deal with whatever Scorpy had for him.
As his vision was brought into focus saw a Peacekeeper, and strangely, M'Lee. Stunned by this he just stood there, until the Peacekeeper's boot connected with his chest. Falling back, he was confused and drifted into the land of dreams. The Sebacean's hand grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him down the hallway.
"Ty, why must we do this? We can escape! Without the human!"
"Lee-a, we can never escape him. If we give him Crichton. Then he will let us leave. Together."
He put his hand on her face, and kissed her.