Pain of Love and Memories
Chapter 3: Past
Aeryn's Prowler was forced to dock in the huge bay of the Command Carrier. She could hear the voices over the comms ordering the Marauder to dock behind them.
The lid of the Prowler opened, she stood up. Immediately over a score of Peacekeeper pulse pistols and rifles were aimed at her.
"Get out slowly, Officer Sun." Ordered Braca.
"Jack, keep low." She muttered under her breath.
She slowly climbed out, a Peacekeeper stepped up and her wrists were bound behind her back.
Scorpius had been so eager to capture his valuable prey, that scanning of an entering vessel had not been ordered. Jack managed to lay low, fortunately escaping the attention of the Scarren-Sebacean hybrid and his cohorts.
Steam billowed out as the Marauder gently docked beside the Prowler. All but two of the Peacekeepers weapons trained on the door, the other two were on Aeryn.
Tyruc stepped out of the opening on his right was M'Lee, and to his left, Crichton. Both hands were cuffed behind his back and Tyruc was securely holding the collar of his Peacekeeper jacket.
John looked up, his demons brought to a face as he stared up at horribly unnatural face of Scorpius. An expression which could not be mistaken for anything but victory.
The fear felt solid in John's throat, almost to the point he stopped breathing, but a long time in the Uncharted Territories taught him to keep an almost perfect poker face. Only two could sense how he really felt, Scorpius and Aeryn.
Aeryn looked at him, dearly wishing she had shot done the Marauder at first sight. Having to save him from this terrifying situation and the thought at what he faced and would do.
Even though the feeling of victory was evident on Scorpius' face he still felt wary. Caution had kept him alive when others would have perished. So often he almost had Crichton in his clutches. However the human still managed to escape, but this time Scorpius would not underestimate him. He could see the glimmer of fear in Crichton's eyes, almost completely hidden.
"I have what you want, Scorpius. Now give us what we want." Tyruc demanded.
"Braca, make sure Crichton is secure. Then bring him and the Lieutenant."
"What about Officer Sun and M'Lee?" questioned Braca.
"Put them in opposite cells. Make sure you double the normal guard."
The hybrid's orders were carried out with acceleration. Soon John was being taken down a dimly lit corridor, barely able to make out anything but the back of his enemy and the grim face of Tyruc, who was walking alongside.
"So what did Scorpy promise you, Peacekeeper?"
"To be able to leave the Peacekeepers, with M'Lee."
"Wha.?" Crichton was cut off as one of his guards hit him painfully in the side, to shut him up. His coughing echoed throughout the corridor.
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In the Prowler Jack lay there breathing incredibly lightly, he could hear the movements of the Peacekeepers moving off. Looking over the edge he saw a solitary Peacekeeper, fortunately with his back to him.
Hopping over the side and landing lightly on the balls of his feet, Jack crept quietly towards the soldier.
"Intruder!"
Jack looked behind him, a Peacekeeper.
The first soldier hit him round the head with his pulse rifle, both Sebacean's attacked the human. Jack's fighting instinct kicked in, wrestling the rifle off one of them, he swung the weapon clashing with the side of the Peacekeeper's head. He fell down. Hard.
Swinging round Jack faced the lone Peacekeeper, the fight lasted a few seconds. Soon the Peacekeeper was lying alongside his friend, unconscious.
Jack prayed that neither Peacekeeper had set off the alarm, hoping he would have his freedom for a bit longer. Using the skill of years of Special Ops work, O'Neill snuck into the Marauder.
Looking around there were controls even more alien to him than that of the Goa'uld. Although he did recognise one piece of equipment, a joystick. Obviously used to manually steer the craft.
Backing out, O'Neill grabbed the collar of both Peacekeeper's and using all his strength he dragged them in the Marauder.
Laying down to rest, his keen ears picked up the almost inaudible beeping. Following the sound, Jack got down on all fours and saw the wisp of yellow.
"Hey, come on out. I won't hurt you."
The DRD came into focus, recognising Jack from Moya.
"You're, you're one of those DRDs, aren't you?"
The DRD blinked twice.
"Ok, so what's that, once for no, twice for yes?"
The DRD blinked twice.
Noticing something odd, Jack looked in closer, the DRD had some blue tape stuck around one of his antenna-eyes.
"Human repair work?"
Once. Twice.
"Ok, DRD's too impersonal. How about. Cyclops?
Once.
"R2-D2?"
Once.
"Hmm, One-Eye?"
Once. Twice.
"Great! We're communicating," Jack said, "With R2 friggin' D2." He muttered.
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Back on Moya things were not looking good. They were all discussing ways of trying to escape Apophis.
Their talks were interrupted by the Goa'uld Lord.
"You're pitiful energy shield is down. I suggest you surrender."
Pilot's face came up.
"Moya, chooses surrender. She does not wish Talyn to not have a mother."
"Very well." D'Argo said, "We surrender."
Victory was unmistakable on Apophis' face.
Two death gliders and an elaborate cargo craft flew from the gigantic pyramid ship.
The crew and SG-1 did not remain in Command they ran (and floated) down to the Docking Bay.
Each had different thoughts about what they were about to face, SG-1; apprehension, they had pissed Apophis off too much to be sure of surviving this encounter. The rest of the crew were worried, even if they didn't show it, this enemy was completely unknown to them. Previously they had, at the very least, a small amount of info in Moya's databanks.
D'Argo armed his Qualta Blade, if he was going down, he was going to go down fighting with a war cry on his lips.
Chiana held a pulse rifle in her hands, trained on the doors and was glad Nerri had taught her how to fight not just with a weapon, but her hands as well.
"The ships are withdrawing!" Pilot's shrill voice came over the comm.
Puzzled looks were obvious on every alien's face. "Pilot? What's happening?" questioned Chiana.
"I am detecting explosions on the Goa'uld ship."
'Tok'ra?' mouthed Daniel to Sam.
Sam shrugged. Inside she hoped fervently that it was, she could also feel the Jolinar side of her hope that it was Martouf and that he was safe.
"A faint transmission is coming through."
A flickering image came up on the screen. Unfortunately the transmission was too faint to make out the face.
"Apophis will not be able to detect this transmission for a few minutes. I have endangered my position by helping you, in return, when you escape you must go to the Tok'ra and tell them what your ship is. You must activate hyperdrive now."
"We can't! Moya can't Starburst until her energy banks are rejuvenated." Sam cried.
"How long will that be?"
Sam looked at the image of Pilot. He told her.
"It'll be about an hour."
"Alright. I shall attempt to keep Apophis' attention diverted from you for that time."
"If you can't?" questioned Daniel.
"Then reveal nothing about me before you die."
The connection was cut.
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Deep in the Command Carrier Aeryn could feel despair setting in, she knew there were four guards at either end of the corridor. However her Peacekeeper training had taught her to never stop fighting.
Her bounds had been taken off and she was free to walk the tiny space of the cell. On the left hand side was a small metal bed, sloped upwards at one end, to the right was a small hole in the floor, leading deep downwards, fortunately she didn't feel like using it.
"Do you think he'll release me?"
The tiny voice made Aeryn jump, looking up there was M'Lee at the edge of her cell.
"Why? Why did you do this?"
"We wanted to leave together. He loved me."
"A Peacekeeper, love? Impossible."
"You forget Aeryn, what about Crichton?"
Aeryn felt her stomach churn, the guilt she felt deep inside, for not protecting Crichton, coupled with her feelings for him, was threatening to overwhelm her. Aeryn could feel the unfamiliar pricking of tears forcing their way forward. However, cycles of Peacekeeper training kept these tears in check.
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Deep in Scorpius' Command Carrier John was in a darkened room with only two others; Tyruc and Scorpius. Crichton sat in the corner of the area, the solid wall supporting his back. He could hear the voices of the two, Scorpius' voice had an edge of sharpness to it.
"Why have you put her in a cell? You gave us your word."
"You knew your way around Moya. That's the only reason I gave you a new life, Velorek."
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Chapter 3: Past
Aeryn's Prowler was forced to dock in the huge bay of the Command Carrier. She could hear the voices over the comms ordering the Marauder to dock behind them.
The lid of the Prowler opened, she stood up. Immediately over a score of Peacekeeper pulse pistols and rifles were aimed at her.
"Get out slowly, Officer Sun." Ordered Braca.
"Jack, keep low." She muttered under her breath.
She slowly climbed out, a Peacekeeper stepped up and her wrists were bound behind her back.
Scorpius had been so eager to capture his valuable prey, that scanning of an entering vessel had not been ordered. Jack managed to lay low, fortunately escaping the attention of the Scarren-Sebacean hybrid and his cohorts.
Steam billowed out as the Marauder gently docked beside the Prowler. All but two of the Peacekeepers weapons trained on the door, the other two were on Aeryn.
Tyruc stepped out of the opening on his right was M'Lee, and to his left, Crichton. Both hands were cuffed behind his back and Tyruc was securely holding the collar of his Peacekeeper jacket.
John looked up, his demons brought to a face as he stared up at horribly unnatural face of Scorpius. An expression which could not be mistaken for anything but victory.
The fear felt solid in John's throat, almost to the point he stopped breathing, but a long time in the Uncharted Territories taught him to keep an almost perfect poker face. Only two could sense how he really felt, Scorpius and Aeryn.
Aeryn looked at him, dearly wishing she had shot done the Marauder at first sight. Having to save him from this terrifying situation and the thought at what he faced and would do.
Even though the feeling of victory was evident on Scorpius' face he still felt wary. Caution had kept him alive when others would have perished. So often he almost had Crichton in his clutches. However the human still managed to escape, but this time Scorpius would not underestimate him. He could see the glimmer of fear in Crichton's eyes, almost completely hidden.
"I have what you want, Scorpius. Now give us what we want." Tyruc demanded.
"Braca, make sure Crichton is secure. Then bring him and the Lieutenant."
"What about Officer Sun and M'Lee?" questioned Braca.
"Put them in opposite cells. Make sure you double the normal guard."
The hybrid's orders were carried out with acceleration. Soon John was being taken down a dimly lit corridor, barely able to make out anything but the back of his enemy and the grim face of Tyruc, who was walking alongside.
"So what did Scorpy promise you, Peacekeeper?"
"To be able to leave the Peacekeepers, with M'Lee."
"Wha.?" Crichton was cut off as one of his guards hit him painfully in the side, to shut him up. His coughing echoed throughout the corridor.
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In the Prowler Jack lay there breathing incredibly lightly, he could hear the movements of the Peacekeepers moving off. Looking over the edge he saw a solitary Peacekeeper, fortunately with his back to him.
Hopping over the side and landing lightly on the balls of his feet, Jack crept quietly towards the soldier.
"Intruder!"
Jack looked behind him, a Peacekeeper.
The first soldier hit him round the head with his pulse rifle, both Sebacean's attacked the human. Jack's fighting instinct kicked in, wrestling the rifle off one of them, he swung the weapon clashing with the side of the Peacekeeper's head. He fell down. Hard.
Swinging round Jack faced the lone Peacekeeper, the fight lasted a few seconds. Soon the Peacekeeper was lying alongside his friend, unconscious.
Jack prayed that neither Peacekeeper had set off the alarm, hoping he would have his freedom for a bit longer. Using the skill of years of Special Ops work, O'Neill snuck into the Marauder.
Looking around there were controls even more alien to him than that of the Goa'uld. Although he did recognise one piece of equipment, a joystick. Obviously used to manually steer the craft.
Backing out, O'Neill grabbed the collar of both Peacekeeper's and using all his strength he dragged them in the Marauder.
Laying down to rest, his keen ears picked up the almost inaudible beeping. Following the sound, Jack got down on all fours and saw the wisp of yellow.
"Hey, come on out. I won't hurt you."
The DRD came into focus, recognising Jack from Moya.
"You're, you're one of those DRDs, aren't you?"
The DRD blinked twice.
"Ok, so what's that, once for no, twice for yes?"
The DRD blinked twice.
Noticing something odd, Jack looked in closer, the DRD had some blue tape stuck around one of his antenna-eyes.
"Human repair work?"
Once. Twice.
"Ok, DRD's too impersonal. How about. Cyclops?
Once.
"R2-D2?"
Once.
"Hmm, One-Eye?"
Once. Twice.
"Great! We're communicating," Jack said, "With R2 friggin' D2." He muttered.
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Back on Moya things were not looking good. They were all discussing ways of trying to escape Apophis.
Their talks were interrupted by the Goa'uld Lord.
"You're pitiful energy shield is down. I suggest you surrender."
Pilot's face came up.
"Moya, chooses surrender. She does not wish Talyn to not have a mother."
"Very well." D'Argo said, "We surrender."
Victory was unmistakable on Apophis' face.
Two death gliders and an elaborate cargo craft flew from the gigantic pyramid ship.
The crew and SG-1 did not remain in Command they ran (and floated) down to the Docking Bay.
Each had different thoughts about what they were about to face, SG-1; apprehension, they had pissed Apophis off too much to be sure of surviving this encounter. The rest of the crew were worried, even if they didn't show it, this enemy was completely unknown to them. Previously they had, at the very least, a small amount of info in Moya's databanks.
D'Argo armed his Qualta Blade, if he was going down, he was going to go down fighting with a war cry on his lips.
Chiana held a pulse rifle in her hands, trained on the doors and was glad Nerri had taught her how to fight not just with a weapon, but her hands as well.
"The ships are withdrawing!" Pilot's shrill voice came over the comm.
Puzzled looks were obvious on every alien's face. "Pilot? What's happening?" questioned Chiana.
"I am detecting explosions on the Goa'uld ship."
'Tok'ra?' mouthed Daniel to Sam.
Sam shrugged. Inside she hoped fervently that it was, she could also feel the Jolinar side of her hope that it was Martouf and that he was safe.
"A faint transmission is coming through."
A flickering image came up on the screen. Unfortunately the transmission was too faint to make out the face.
"Apophis will not be able to detect this transmission for a few minutes. I have endangered my position by helping you, in return, when you escape you must go to the Tok'ra and tell them what your ship is. You must activate hyperdrive now."
"We can't! Moya can't Starburst until her energy banks are rejuvenated." Sam cried.
"How long will that be?"
Sam looked at the image of Pilot. He told her.
"It'll be about an hour."
"Alright. I shall attempt to keep Apophis' attention diverted from you for that time."
"If you can't?" questioned Daniel.
"Then reveal nothing about me before you die."
The connection was cut.
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Deep in the Command Carrier Aeryn could feel despair setting in, she knew there were four guards at either end of the corridor. However her Peacekeeper training had taught her to never stop fighting.
Her bounds had been taken off and she was free to walk the tiny space of the cell. On the left hand side was a small metal bed, sloped upwards at one end, to the right was a small hole in the floor, leading deep downwards, fortunately she didn't feel like using it.
"Do you think he'll release me?"
The tiny voice made Aeryn jump, looking up there was M'Lee at the edge of her cell.
"Why? Why did you do this?"
"We wanted to leave together. He loved me."
"A Peacekeeper, love? Impossible."
"You forget Aeryn, what about Crichton?"
Aeryn felt her stomach churn, the guilt she felt deep inside, for not protecting Crichton, coupled with her feelings for him, was threatening to overwhelm her. Aeryn could feel the unfamiliar pricking of tears forcing their way forward. However, cycles of Peacekeeper training kept these tears in check.
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Deep in Scorpius' Command Carrier John was in a darkened room with only two others; Tyruc and Scorpius. Crichton sat in the corner of the area, the solid wall supporting his back. He could hear the voices of the two, Scorpius' voice had an edge of sharpness to it.
"Why have you put her in a cell? You gave us your word."
"You knew your way around Moya. That's the only reason I gave you a new life, Velorek."
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