Pain of Love and Memories
Chapter 4: Memories
John started coughing violently, it drew the attention of both Peacekeepers. He could feel their gaze penetrating him, his coughing faded out. John watched Scorpius suddenly stalk out of the room, leaving just him and Velorek.
"How?" John questioned.
"Has she talked about me?"
"We found an old Peacekeeper recording on Moya." Crichton went on to recount the events that had taken place that solar day.
A pained look grew on Velorek's face, as he remembered what had happened.
"How is Pilot?"
"He isn't in any pain anymore. The natural bonding will take over a cycle."
"So, my efforts were in vain."
John looked puzzled.
"I heard about the gunship, how was the conception shield removed?"
John chuckled harshly.
"D'Argo, the Luxan, he fell down the shaft and broke it. But you still haven't answered my question, how? How did you survive? I thought Crais had killed you?"
"Maybe it would have been for the best. I was put in a cell in his Command Carrier. So far in I didn't even hear about Scorpius taking over, all I know is that one solar day M'Lee was brought down. Apparently she ate one of their security officers. The only reason Scorpius didn't kill her was because he thought she could be useful, one moment a young, naïve alien. The next a violent, hungry creature. Fortunately that half-breed forgot about her."
"And?"
"One day, he was looking through the prisoner logs and he saw me. Because of the security devices he knew we were growing close."
"How did he recognise your name?"
"In every effort to get you, he had researched every history about Moya and knew I had sabotaged a Peacekeeper experiment, but they never found out how. Scorpius knew I would have had to know my way around Moya to do this. So he said I would be able to leave, have a new life with M'Lee, if I got you."
"What's with the new face?"
"Scorpius knew better than to send me in how I was, so I was. altered into one of the old members of Icarian company. Fortunately, one of the members had recently been killed by a Scarren, Tyruc. Someone Aeryn would not completely distrust. Enough time for me to be left alone so I could escape from the cells of Moya."
"Don't tell him that I know who you are."
Velorek nodded and left the room, Crichton sat there in the darkness. Then Scorpius entered.
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Half an arn had passed since SG-1 and Moya's crew and spoken to the Tok'ra operative. They were edgy and nervous, none of them knew what was happening over in Apophis' ship.
Quarter of an arn left.
Unable to take it much longer Daniel called to Pilot.
"Yes Doctor?"
"I was wondering, does Moya have any starcharts?"
"Certainly, they are located in Command. Zhaan will show you."
Together Zhaan and Daniel Jackson examined the charts. The Doctor's discovery surprised him greatly.
"Teal'c, what is Apophis doing out this far?"
Teal'c looked over Daniel's shoulder at the charts, his eyes widened in surprise.
"The Goa'uld do not explore. Unless Apophis is attempting to add even more hosts to his army."
"Why would the Ancients build a gate out this far?"
"300 microts!" Pilot's voice rang over the comm, "And an incoming message from a vessel."
Once again the faint signal flicked up, except it was clearer this time and the face looked vaguely familiar.
"I have just left Apophis' ship, he has discovered who I work for. You must bring me aboard."
"Initiating the Docking Web. Apophis' ship is powering weapons."
A few tense microts passed, each worried about their lives, their families and close friends or their dreams.
"The Tok'ra's ship is in the Docking Bay."
"Pilot, starburst now!" yelled Zhaan.
"Already commencing."
The lines followed the contours of Moya's skin.
The shot was fired from Apophis' ship.
Both disappeared.
The rage was clear on the Goa'uld Lord's face.
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"So, do you have a plan?" Jack asked One-eye.
Once.
"Oh great. Well, is there any food around here?"
Once. Twice.
"Show me."
The DRD trundled along and approached a small hatch, Jack opened it. Inside were brown cubes, they didn't look overly appetising. O'Neill held one up to One-eye.
"This food?"
Once. Twice.
Jack apprehensively bit into the cube he was holding. There was no taste, it was just plain. At least it wasn't poisonous.
The Colonel sat there his agile mind working out a plan. His eyes roamed the Peacekeeper craft and they came to rest on the two soldiers, still unconscious.
Turning to the DRD, Jack spoke,
"Have you got anything that'll keep a Peacekeeper unconscious?"
Once. Twice.
"Great! Ok, here's what I'll do. I'm going to take one of their uniforms, you have got to keep them here and whenever they start waking up, drug 'em. Ok?"
Once. Twice.
"Excellent. Also, have you got a device that'll help me track Aeryn's comm?"
Once.
"Damn, guess I'll have to rely on luck."
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Pain wracked Crichton's mind. He was mentally exhausted and was near to a state of collapse. The bonds that held him to the device that Scorpius had rigged him to had cut into his wrists, as his body convulsed at each wave of pain through his mind.
He did not know what was happening in his mind but could feel something working its way through, growing and clutching at his brain.
It was a vaguely familiar feeling, much like he had been cramming to much for an exam the next day. His head was practically bursting from pain and the feeling of memorising too much.
Crichton's bonds held him connected to the ceiling and floor of the room. Scorpius had planned it exactly, knowing that prolonged standing up would weaken his body and thus weaken his mind.
So far, Scorpius had not learnt much from the chip, but the information about the Scarren was very useful. Scorpius knew he now had to hurry in order to overtake and get revenge on the ones who had forced him into this universe.
Two Peacekeepers entered the darkened room.
"In the traitor's cell."
The two soldiers pull Crichton down and dragged him off, his head rolled to one side and he drifted into unconsciousness.
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Jack looked out of the dark Peacekeeper helmet. Damn, how can they fight in these? he thought. It was like wearing sunglasses - really strong sunglasses.
Striding along he acted as if he knew exactly where he was going, and was incredibly confident about it. Deep inside he had the small quiver of fear, this was different from the Goa'uld. However much he hated them, he still knew them better than this enemy, who were completely unknown to him. All he knew was that they had an old friend, and he was not going to let it stay that way.
After about half an hour of aimlessly wandering through corridors, Jack realised something. He was hopelessly lost.
After much care and deliberation he tried to retrace his steps, that just made it worse. To his right he could hear a healthy level of noise, trying to look inconspicuously, O'Neill could see what, he guessed, were high- ranking Peacekeeper Officers. Drunk Peacekeeper Officers.
Not wanting to be revealed as an impostor by the drunken acts of the officers, the Colonel quickly walked away. His mind wandered, although the danger was high, walking around in enemy territory generally is, Jack was bored. Of course he was glad he had not been exposed, but he just wished that a little bit of excitement would happen. Maybe a fight. O'Neill was very much in military man inside.
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Aeryn did not sit calmly in her cell, as angry and frustrated as she was about Crichton, her military instincts still told her to look for a way out. However, she did know Peacekeeper cells - the design and layout - and knew they were almost impossible to break out of. Except with outside help.
Footsteps approached her cell, short and sharp Peacekeeper steps. Aeryn strained her ears, alongside the steps was a slight dragging sound. Striding up to the cell door, she looked out and watched the soldiers approach, with Crichton, unconscious. Concern was clear on her face, the door wrenched open and she was forced back by the deadweight body of Crichton, as the Peacekeepers threw him on her.
Aeryn fell back onto the floor, her body cushioning John's. Supporting his head on her lap, she stroked his hair. Aeryn did not know, but this odd display of affection was reminiscent of how Stark looked after Crichton on the Gammak Base.
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Even though Crichton's body was unconscious his mind was active, Harvey - high on the information and the nice new upgrade - allowed him to have more freedom. He knew what his next mission was. Now, thanks to Scorpius, he would be able, in time, to take over Crichton's body.
Harvey lounged in the red sports car, the new information was too much at that moment, and he allowed himself to indulge in a bit a human-like activity.
He was puzzled as to why Star Wars was such a big thing on Earth, as he sat there, with his feet up and noisily eating popcorn, he decided to see it through. After all, Darth Vader seemed fairly menacing, and that "choke them without getting up thing" was funny.
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Braca stood outside the room in which Crichton had just been dragged out of. He waited until Scorpius himself exited.
"Braca, assign food and water for Crichton and Aeryn's cell."
Braca with a slight incline of his head, prepared to walk off. However, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Sir, if I may. Why have you allowed Crichton and Officer Sun in the same cell? Surely it will maximise their efforts to escape."
"Lieutenant, by them simply being together will weaken Crichton's mind, he will be less, prepared to withstand anymore information I need to, insert in his brain."
"Yes, sir." Lt. Braca strode off. His Peacekeeper stature projecting the ideal Peacekeeper.
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Pilot was screaming, his voice full of pure fear, agony and terror. It echoed throughout Moya via comms. Although not able to express it vocally Moya was screaming as well, the pain sent her reeling through the vacuum of space, unable to control her movements.
On board the crew and SG-1 were being thrown around violently as Moya lurched in every direction possible. Command was a mess, the consoles emitted unnatural blasts as fire burst in every direction.
It took sometime for Moya to be able to gain control of her movements, although she was still in great pain, as was Pilot. With the ability to walk without being smashed into wall, Zhaan rushed up to Pilot's den. Forever the caring one of the crew her loyalties lay heavily with Pilot and Moya, especially since their encounter with Kahaynu.
As the Delvian entered through the door a horrific sight caught her eye, Pilot was in his usual position but there was a long piece of metal jammed in one of his shoulders. Blood seeped out, it was flecked all over his console, which was sparking away as the unconscious Pilot gasped painfully.
With a cry, Zhaan rushed over and placed her hands on his forehead. Attempting to draw some of the pain away from Pilot. It worked briefly, Pilot's eyes flickered open, they moved towards the blue Priestess, he gasped a single word and fell back into unconsciousness.
Tears fell down Zhaan's beautiful face. She cried not only for the pain she was sharing, but for Pilot and Moya, through the hold she held, Zhaan could distinctly feel Pilot's and Moya's emotions.
Chiana and D'Argo walked through the door into Pilot's den. The sight that met their eyes was incredibly poignant, watching the loving Delvian hold onto the Pilot that had protected and guided them for 2 cycles. In that one instant D'Argo remembered, back when the crew had just been formed, cutting off Pilot's arm, the same scream of pain repeated over and over in his mind. Tears ran lightly down his face.
Chiana's young, beautiful face was wet with tears, although she knew she would never be as close to Pilot as Aeryn. She still felt a kinship to Moya, remembering that time when she had helped Talyn come out of her womb, and the support she provided Moya, when her wishes went against those of the crew.
The Nebari's soft, grey hand was placed on Pilot's brow. Gently stroking him, knowing any comfort was good for him at this time.
Zhaan pulled off her upper gown, and wrapped the see-through blue material around Pilot's wound, attempting to stop the flow of blood. It had little effect, the blood continued an dyed the fragile material.
"Chiana, hold this. I must get some medical supplies for Pilot."
Zhaan regained her composure and became decisive, as she would when a life was in danger. Willing to help Pilot, Chiana held the material on the horrific wound. Attempting to stop the flow of blood she held it down hard.
Sweeping swiftly pass the Luxan, Zhaan walked quickly through the corridors.
Back in Command, Carter was sporting a nasty cut above her eye, and a long one tracing down her cheek. Jackson also had a purple bruise growing steadily across his cheek. Teal'c however, was bleeding heavily, the wound on his shoulder, still not properly healed, was open again.
The Jaffa staggered to his feet, the pain was not quite unbearable, but the Jaffa training had taught him to deal with pain and accept it.
Chapter 4: Memories
John started coughing violently, it drew the attention of both Peacekeepers. He could feel their gaze penetrating him, his coughing faded out. John watched Scorpius suddenly stalk out of the room, leaving just him and Velorek.
"How?" John questioned.
"Has she talked about me?"
"We found an old Peacekeeper recording on Moya." Crichton went on to recount the events that had taken place that solar day.
A pained look grew on Velorek's face, as he remembered what had happened.
"How is Pilot?"
"He isn't in any pain anymore. The natural bonding will take over a cycle."
"So, my efforts were in vain."
John looked puzzled.
"I heard about the gunship, how was the conception shield removed?"
John chuckled harshly.
"D'Argo, the Luxan, he fell down the shaft and broke it. But you still haven't answered my question, how? How did you survive? I thought Crais had killed you?"
"Maybe it would have been for the best. I was put in a cell in his Command Carrier. So far in I didn't even hear about Scorpius taking over, all I know is that one solar day M'Lee was brought down. Apparently she ate one of their security officers. The only reason Scorpius didn't kill her was because he thought she could be useful, one moment a young, naïve alien. The next a violent, hungry creature. Fortunately that half-breed forgot about her."
"And?"
"One day, he was looking through the prisoner logs and he saw me. Because of the security devices he knew we were growing close."
"How did he recognise your name?"
"In every effort to get you, he had researched every history about Moya and knew I had sabotaged a Peacekeeper experiment, but they never found out how. Scorpius knew I would have had to know my way around Moya to do this. So he said I would be able to leave, have a new life with M'Lee, if I got you."
"What's with the new face?"
"Scorpius knew better than to send me in how I was, so I was. altered into one of the old members of Icarian company. Fortunately, one of the members had recently been killed by a Scarren, Tyruc. Someone Aeryn would not completely distrust. Enough time for me to be left alone so I could escape from the cells of Moya."
"Don't tell him that I know who you are."
Velorek nodded and left the room, Crichton sat there in the darkness. Then Scorpius entered.
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Half an arn had passed since SG-1 and Moya's crew and spoken to the Tok'ra operative. They were edgy and nervous, none of them knew what was happening over in Apophis' ship.
Quarter of an arn left.
Unable to take it much longer Daniel called to Pilot.
"Yes Doctor?"
"I was wondering, does Moya have any starcharts?"
"Certainly, they are located in Command. Zhaan will show you."
Together Zhaan and Daniel Jackson examined the charts. The Doctor's discovery surprised him greatly.
"Teal'c, what is Apophis doing out this far?"
Teal'c looked over Daniel's shoulder at the charts, his eyes widened in surprise.
"The Goa'uld do not explore. Unless Apophis is attempting to add even more hosts to his army."
"Why would the Ancients build a gate out this far?"
"300 microts!" Pilot's voice rang over the comm, "And an incoming message from a vessel."
Once again the faint signal flicked up, except it was clearer this time and the face looked vaguely familiar.
"I have just left Apophis' ship, he has discovered who I work for. You must bring me aboard."
"Initiating the Docking Web. Apophis' ship is powering weapons."
A few tense microts passed, each worried about their lives, their families and close friends or their dreams.
"The Tok'ra's ship is in the Docking Bay."
"Pilot, starburst now!" yelled Zhaan.
"Already commencing."
The lines followed the contours of Moya's skin.
The shot was fired from Apophis' ship.
Both disappeared.
The rage was clear on the Goa'uld Lord's face.
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"So, do you have a plan?" Jack asked One-eye.
Once.
"Oh great. Well, is there any food around here?"
Once. Twice.
"Show me."
The DRD trundled along and approached a small hatch, Jack opened it. Inside were brown cubes, they didn't look overly appetising. O'Neill held one up to One-eye.
"This food?"
Once. Twice.
Jack apprehensively bit into the cube he was holding. There was no taste, it was just plain. At least it wasn't poisonous.
The Colonel sat there his agile mind working out a plan. His eyes roamed the Peacekeeper craft and they came to rest on the two soldiers, still unconscious.
Turning to the DRD, Jack spoke,
"Have you got anything that'll keep a Peacekeeper unconscious?"
Once. Twice.
"Great! Ok, here's what I'll do. I'm going to take one of their uniforms, you have got to keep them here and whenever they start waking up, drug 'em. Ok?"
Once. Twice.
"Excellent. Also, have you got a device that'll help me track Aeryn's comm?"
Once.
"Damn, guess I'll have to rely on luck."
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Pain wracked Crichton's mind. He was mentally exhausted and was near to a state of collapse. The bonds that held him to the device that Scorpius had rigged him to had cut into his wrists, as his body convulsed at each wave of pain through his mind.
He did not know what was happening in his mind but could feel something working its way through, growing and clutching at his brain.
It was a vaguely familiar feeling, much like he had been cramming to much for an exam the next day. His head was practically bursting from pain and the feeling of memorising too much.
Crichton's bonds held him connected to the ceiling and floor of the room. Scorpius had planned it exactly, knowing that prolonged standing up would weaken his body and thus weaken his mind.
So far, Scorpius had not learnt much from the chip, but the information about the Scarren was very useful. Scorpius knew he now had to hurry in order to overtake and get revenge on the ones who had forced him into this universe.
Two Peacekeepers entered the darkened room.
"In the traitor's cell."
The two soldiers pull Crichton down and dragged him off, his head rolled to one side and he drifted into unconsciousness.
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Jack looked out of the dark Peacekeeper helmet. Damn, how can they fight in these? he thought. It was like wearing sunglasses - really strong sunglasses.
Striding along he acted as if he knew exactly where he was going, and was incredibly confident about it. Deep inside he had the small quiver of fear, this was different from the Goa'uld. However much he hated them, he still knew them better than this enemy, who were completely unknown to him. All he knew was that they had an old friend, and he was not going to let it stay that way.
After about half an hour of aimlessly wandering through corridors, Jack realised something. He was hopelessly lost.
After much care and deliberation he tried to retrace his steps, that just made it worse. To his right he could hear a healthy level of noise, trying to look inconspicuously, O'Neill could see what, he guessed, were high- ranking Peacekeeper Officers. Drunk Peacekeeper Officers.
Not wanting to be revealed as an impostor by the drunken acts of the officers, the Colonel quickly walked away. His mind wandered, although the danger was high, walking around in enemy territory generally is, Jack was bored. Of course he was glad he had not been exposed, but he just wished that a little bit of excitement would happen. Maybe a fight. O'Neill was very much in military man inside.
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Aeryn did not sit calmly in her cell, as angry and frustrated as she was about Crichton, her military instincts still told her to look for a way out. However, she did know Peacekeeper cells - the design and layout - and knew they were almost impossible to break out of. Except with outside help.
Footsteps approached her cell, short and sharp Peacekeeper steps. Aeryn strained her ears, alongside the steps was a slight dragging sound. Striding up to the cell door, she looked out and watched the soldiers approach, with Crichton, unconscious. Concern was clear on her face, the door wrenched open and she was forced back by the deadweight body of Crichton, as the Peacekeepers threw him on her.
Aeryn fell back onto the floor, her body cushioning John's. Supporting his head on her lap, she stroked his hair. Aeryn did not know, but this odd display of affection was reminiscent of how Stark looked after Crichton on the Gammak Base.
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Even though Crichton's body was unconscious his mind was active, Harvey - high on the information and the nice new upgrade - allowed him to have more freedom. He knew what his next mission was. Now, thanks to Scorpius, he would be able, in time, to take over Crichton's body.
Harvey lounged in the red sports car, the new information was too much at that moment, and he allowed himself to indulge in a bit a human-like activity.
He was puzzled as to why Star Wars was such a big thing on Earth, as he sat there, with his feet up and noisily eating popcorn, he decided to see it through. After all, Darth Vader seemed fairly menacing, and that "choke them without getting up thing" was funny.
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Braca stood outside the room in which Crichton had just been dragged out of. He waited until Scorpius himself exited.
"Braca, assign food and water for Crichton and Aeryn's cell."
Braca with a slight incline of his head, prepared to walk off. However, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Sir, if I may. Why have you allowed Crichton and Officer Sun in the same cell? Surely it will maximise their efforts to escape."
"Lieutenant, by them simply being together will weaken Crichton's mind, he will be less, prepared to withstand anymore information I need to, insert in his brain."
"Yes, sir." Lt. Braca strode off. His Peacekeeper stature projecting the ideal Peacekeeper.
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Pilot was screaming, his voice full of pure fear, agony and terror. It echoed throughout Moya via comms. Although not able to express it vocally Moya was screaming as well, the pain sent her reeling through the vacuum of space, unable to control her movements.
On board the crew and SG-1 were being thrown around violently as Moya lurched in every direction possible. Command was a mess, the consoles emitted unnatural blasts as fire burst in every direction.
It took sometime for Moya to be able to gain control of her movements, although she was still in great pain, as was Pilot. With the ability to walk without being smashed into wall, Zhaan rushed up to Pilot's den. Forever the caring one of the crew her loyalties lay heavily with Pilot and Moya, especially since their encounter with Kahaynu.
As the Delvian entered through the door a horrific sight caught her eye, Pilot was in his usual position but there was a long piece of metal jammed in one of his shoulders. Blood seeped out, it was flecked all over his console, which was sparking away as the unconscious Pilot gasped painfully.
With a cry, Zhaan rushed over and placed her hands on his forehead. Attempting to draw some of the pain away from Pilot. It worked briefly, Pilot's eyes flickered open, they moved towards the blue Priestess, he gasped a single word and fell back into unconsciousness.
Tears fell down Zhaan's beautiful face. She cried not only for the pain she was sharing, but for Pilot and Moya, through the hold she held, Zhaan could distinctly feel Pilot's and Moya's emotions.
Chiana and D'Argo walked through the door into Pilot's den. The sight that met their eyes was incredibly poignant, watching the loving Delvian hold onto the Pilot that had protected and guided them for 2 cycles. In that one instant D'Argo remembered, back when the crew had just been formed, cutting off Pilot's arm, the same scream of pain repeated over and over in his mind. Tears ran lightly down his face.
Chiana's young, beautiful face was wet with tears, although she knew she would never be as close to Pilot as Aeryn. She still felt a kinship to Moya, remembering that time when she had helped Talyn come out of her womb, and the support she provided Moya, when her wishes went against those of the crew.
The Nebari's soft, grey hand was placed on Pilot's brow. Gently stroking him, knowing any comfort was good for him at this time.
Zhaan pulled off her upper gown, and wrapped the see-through blue material around Pilot's wound, attempting to stop the flow of blood. It had little effect, the blood continued an dyed the fragile material.
"Chiana, hold this. I must get some medical supplies for Pilot."
Zhaan regained her composure and became decisive, as she would when a life was in danger. Willing to help Pilot, Chiana held the material on the horrific wound. Attempting to stop the flow of blood she held it down hard.
Sweeping swiftly pass the Luxan, Zhaan walked quickly through the corridors.
Back in Command, Carter was sporting a nasty cut above her eye, and a long one tracing down her cheek. Jackson also had a purple bruise growing steadily across his cheek. Teal'c however, was bleeding heavily, the wound on his shoulder, still not properly healed, was open again.
The Jaffa staggered to his feet, the pain was not quite unbearable, but the Jaffa training had taught him to deal with pain and accept it.