Pain of Love and Memories
Chapter 10: Reunion
Zhaan was splayed out on the bed, as D'Argo looked gently down upon her, her eyelids started flickering. She opened them and saw the great Luxan's face looking concerned. She smiled a small smile and raised her hand, it felt D'Argo's cheek gently.
"Sweet, D'Argo. Thank you."
D'Argo did not dare say anything, lest he could not get the words out. Zhaan smiled further.
"What has become of John and Aeryn and his friends? Have they returned?"
D'Argo felt his throat close up, but forced it open.
"Uh, they're, they're alright. Aeryn brought Crichton back safely, he's, he's fine. Scorpius, he didn't get them. His friends have returned home. But, uh, he decided to stay onboard."
Zhaan smiled even further.
"As he once said, we're a Jerey Spring-ger, kind of family."
D'Argo just looked confused at this comment.
"Everything is back to the way it was, I must, meditate and spend time with the Goddess. Thank you, sweet D'Argo."
The Luxan nodded, rose and walked out of the door, with one backward glance. Zhaan sat up, she slipped the smooth material off her body and sat on the bed, revelling in her natural self. Although the other's may have objected, Zhaan preferred to stay naked, the clothes bore down upon her, giving her an almost constant feeling of claustrophobia. Crossing her legs, Zhaan's back was dead straight. Her eyes closed and her mind fell into itself.
She felt herself in a blue simmering realm. Her mind eye opened, there she felt a true sense of fulfilment, the soft wind billowed behind her. Catching her ever so slightly, Zhaan felt herself borne away by the wind. Images flashed past her, some violent, some calm, but still, the old image came back to haunt the priestess. She was with her lover, Zhaan watched her cruel act again and again, his cry of pain and death echoed throughout her mind. Zhaan could have shielded herself from this horrific moment, but she chose not to, again and again. The calm priestess felt it gave her the motive she needed to carry on with her spiritual faith.
Turning to another image, she saw the innocent face of John Crichton, he looked so different now. His adoption of the Peacekeeper clothing signified his decreasing reluctance to resist the Uncharted Territories way of life, it saddened Zhaan, in a way that could not be expressed with simple emotions, it cut down deep into her mind that someone, who she viewed so strong, could cut off his past like that.
The next swirling image was indistinct, but Zhaan knew deep inside that it was Teal'c. The strange being had frightened her considerably, not Teal'c himself, but his symbiote. It's thoughts, desires, needs, scared her. To Zhaan, Teal'c's symbiote placed the doubt of her Goddess's true status in her mind.
The Goa'uld, believing their superiority to all beings in the Universe, placing themselves in the position of Gods to suppress other species and force on them their wants and needs. Forcing them to believe they were gods. It horrified and sickened Zhaan to her very core. So much so, she needed to retreat into this realm, to assure herself that the Goddess was truly a goddess and not simply a charlatan, wanting to control lesser species.
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"Pilot, forget about the Pod, it's taking too long. I'll go down in Aeryn's Prowler."
Chiana ran through the Moya's corridors, down to the Docking Bay. Making one stopover in her quarters to grab her travelling coat. Muttering various curses she shooed the DRDs away from the Prowler.
"Come on, get out of here. Pilot, would you call off the DRDs?"
"Certainly, Chiana, however, I am not certain it is a wise idea to go down in Aeryn's Prowler."
"I'll worry about that later. Just, move the DRDs."
Chiana could hear Pilot's relinquishing sigh over the comm, her face frowned slightly, but soon dismissed it. Opening the top hatch, Chiana jumped lithely inside, and settled herself down in the seat. She reached over to the controls and started the Prowler up, the slow whine got increasingly louder as Chiana tried to manoeuvre the Prowler out of Moya's Docking Bay.
Inside the Prowler Chiana felt her confidence building, moving the controls sharply to steer out accurately, she was thrown to one side as the Prowler slammed into Moya's side.
"Frell!" The Nebari shook her head and held it in her hand.
"Chiana! Are you alright?" Pilot's concerned voice came over the comm.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, Pilot. I guess this Prowler's harder to control than I thought. Aeryn's sure going to be pissed with me."
Chiana landed the Prowler again, and let the systems cool down. Suddenly a knocking came to her right, at the hatch was the face of Samantha Carter, her face had a slight glare on it. Chiana sighed and opened the hatch.
"What?"
"What the hell did you just do?" Sam's angry voice reverberated inside the Prowler.
"I had a little problem, ok?"
Sam glared at her.
"I'm coming with you, you can't go on your own!"
"Frell off, human!" Chiana attempted to push off Sam's grip on the edge of the ship.
"That ain't happening. The Colonel told me to go with you, what if the bad guys are on the planet?"
"The scans showed no Peacekeeper vessels on the planet's surface."
"How about we go girl power on this thing, huh? Just you and me. We'll bring Rygel back."
Although Chiana was stubborn, she wasn't the kind to refuse persistence help.
"Fine, get in."
Sam's athletic form jumped into the back of the ship. The hatch moved down slowly.
"This thing got any seatbelts?"
Chiana ignored the human as she restarted the engines. Although the Prowler was damaged, it was still in good enough condition to fly. Without pausing to check the outside, Chiana flew it out of the Docking Bay. Although Pilot didn't openly show his annoyance at Chiana's frivolity, his brow wrinkled ever so slightly.
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Down on the planet Rygel was enjoying himself, this was not like the usual Commerce Planet, it was cleaner, more respectable and the locals were idiots. His throne-sled made various clanking noises, the trinkets he had conned out of the owner's clutches.
Rygel floated pass the various stores, his keen eyes picky up the real and fake.
"Get out of my way, frellnik!" He growled angrily at a hood figure who jostled him as he passed.
The hooded man spun around, looking up at the face of the rude local, it glinted slightly. Rygel's eyes widened in horror, his fearful tendencies overruling any calmness.
"Come with me." The low voice of the hooded man was sinister, it had a ring of danger to it, yet it was vaguely familiar, Rygel put this down to a lack of food. The stranger clutched Rygel's ear, twisting it ever so slightly, the pain shot through Rygel, his tiny faced screwed up. However, even though Rygel was a coward, he sometimes would not go down without a fight, be it negotiating or bribing or fighting. The Hynerian's sharp teeth clapped down on the stranger's arm.
The stranger cried out in pain, throwing his head back to howl to the heavens, his hood fell off, underneath was the ever strange and potentially unstable, Stark. The metal-covered side of his face shone brightly, Rygel would see a smallest amount of light, which was quickly subdued as Stark regained control of himself. He glared down at the disposed Hynerian and pulled him alongside him, as the locals stared in confusion at the odd scene.
"Get your hands off me!" snarled Rygel, the indignant Hynerian attempted to twist out of Stark's grip.
Stark pushed Rygel through a doorway, it was dark and damp, the smell was overpowering and for Rygel's sensitive nose, overwhelming. He felt all three stomachs lurch as they attempted to expel anything that was inside of him.
"Ssshhh!" Stark's slightly unstable voice pierced the darkness.
"What are you doing here, Rygel, there are Peacekeepers here!"
"What? The Pod's scans showed no Peacekeeper ships!"
"They arrived off the Command Carrier before it left. We have to leave! The Pod, we have to get off this planet, now."
"Where did he go?" A thud was heard outside, sounding much like a skull cracking on a hard stone wall.
Stark swung round, the fear registering on his face, as he heard the sharp, marching steps of the Peacekeeper's. The Banik held up a device, pressed a button and slid it along the floor towards the entrance. Hoisting Rygel in a firm grip, Stark ran out of the building, through a back entrance.
Shockwaves flared throughout the building and onto the street, pushing both the Banik and the Hynerian into a huddled heap.
"Get off me! You fahrbot Banik!"
Rygel's angry form struggled out from under Stark. His throne-sled was still trapped under the still form of Stark, Rygel's small hands poked the unconscious Banik. A faint groan came from his lips, but he refused to move.
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"Are you alright, Jack? That wound's pretty bad."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Jack gasped in pain as he struggled to sit up on the bed, the golden covers slipped beneath him.
"Hey." Daniel gripped Jack's shoulder and back and hauled him upright.
"Got any food? Damn, I'm hungry. And thirsty."
"I, I don't know. Let me go find someone."
"Nah, forget it. I ain't hungry anymore."
"Jack, what happened?"
Jack sighed. "It's... it's a long story. We were captured, the small ship, the X-wing, it was forced onboard, Aeryn was captured, I managed to keep low. I found that guy, Tyruc, except he was called Velorek. We... we managed to bust Johnny, Aeryn and M'Lee out of the cells, I told Johnny how we got here and he went all crazy on me. We split up, me 'n' M'Lee made it too the Docking Area first. But the Peacekeeper's did something, man, it hurt like hell."
"This?" Daniel pointed at his wound.
"Nah, it was, crap, it was painful. Kinda like a really high whistle. Anyway, M'Lee smashed a nearby thing that was causing it. We got on the ship and, not escaped, they let us go. Then we found you guys."
Daniel stared at the Colonel as he leaned back.
"God, I need some sleep."
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The injured Peacekeeper staggered upwards, he looked over to his companion, she was dead. Gripping his pulse rifle he looked through the flames, there was his prey, the still form of the Banik and the small Hynerian. He walked, one slow step at a time, towards the two figures.
He lifted the pulse rifle and aimed it, the small beeping alerted Rygel, he turned around to see the bloody face of the Peacekeeper staring at him, his piercing eyes gripped Rygel. The barrel entered Rygel's view.
Thwack!
The butt of Sam's boot connected with the Peacekeeper's chest. He fell to the ground, looking up at the fierce human. The pulse rifle lay just out of his reach, he fingers struggled to pick it up. Sam's foot kicked it out of reach. The Peacekeeper gasped hoarsely.
"Who the frell are you?"
The Peacekeeper never even heard Sam's answer, his head rolled to one side and his eyes closed. Sam bent down.
"I think he's dead."
Chiana went up to Rygel and the figure on the floor. She rolled him over, off Rygel's throne-sled.
"Stark!" She gasped as the metal covering glinted with the flickering of the nearby flames from the explosion.
Rygel clambered onto his throne-sled. Frelling good fortune, all his possessions were still in it. He activated the controls and hovered above the ground.
"What do we do with these two?" Sam pointed at the two dead Peacekeeper's.
"Nothing, just leave them there, either the locals will bury them, or they'll be stripped for their clothing or body parts."
Sam looked horrified.
"We can't let them do that!"
"Frell you human, those two just tried to kill Stark and Rygel. I couldn't careless about them."
Chiana's callous attitude hit Sam. She stood there are stared at the grey alien.
"Here, help me get him upright. C'mon!"
Sam broke out of her reverie and pulled Stark up, she gripped his arms and they slowly dragged him back to the Prowler. The movement wakened the Banik slave.
"The... the pod. I have a transport pod, needs to be returned."
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M'Lee felt her stomach churn. She could feel the artificial calcium swim around inside her. She was tired. Dead tired. She turned her head. Her arms were tired. Her legs were tired. They burned with a vicious fire.
'I want to sleep. Forever.' She thought. M'Lee turned her head and slept. Forever.
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Yes! Finished Chapter 10, slightly underestimated the WGFA part, so, I still have two more chapters and the Epilogue to add. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Means so much to me. *hugs*
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)
Chapter 10: Reunion
Zhaan was splayed out on the bed, as D'Argo looked gently down upon her, her eyelids started flickering. She opened them and saw the great Luxan's face looking concerned. She smiled a small smile and raised her hand, it felt D'Argo's cheek gently.
"Sweet, D'Argo. Thank you."
D'Argo did not dare say anything, lest he could not get the words out. Zhaan smiled further.
"What has become of John and Aeryn and his friends? Have they returned?"
D'Argo felt his throat close up, but forced it open.
"Uh, they're, they're alright. Aeryn brought Crichton back safely, he's, he's fine. Scorpius, he didn't get them. His friends have returned home. But, uh, he decided to stay onboard."
Zhaan smiled even further.
"As he once said, we're a Jerey Spring-ger, kind of family."
D'Argo just looked confused at this comment.
"Everything is back to the way it was, I must, meditate and spend time with the Goddess. Thank you, sweet D'Argo."
The Luxan nodded, rose and walked out of the door, with one backward glance. Zhaan sat up, she slipped the smooth material off her body and sat on the bed, revelling in her natural self. Although the other's may have objected, Zhaan preferred to stay naked, the clothes bore down upon her, giving her an almost constant feeling of claustrophobia. Crossing her legs, Zhaan's back was dead straight. Her eyes closed and her mind fell into itself.
She felt herself in a blue simmering realm. Her mind eye opened, there she felt a true sense of fulfilment, the soft wind billowed behind her. Catching her ever so slightly, Zhaan felt herself borne away by the wind. Images flashed past her, some violent, some calm, but still, the old image came back to haunt the priestess. She was with her lover, Zhaan watched her cruel act again and again, his cry of pain and death echoed throughout her mind. Zhaan could have shielded herself from this horrific moment, but she chose not to, again and again. The calm priestess felt it gave her the motive she needed to carry on with her spiritual faith.
Turning to another image, she saw the innocent face of John Crichton, he looked so different now. His adoption of the Peacekeeper clothing signified his decreasing reluctance to resist the Uncharted Territories way of life, it saddened Zhaan, in a way that could not be expressed with simple emotions, it cut down deep into her mind that someone, who she viewed so strong, could cut off his past like that.
The next swirling image was indistinct, but Zhaan knew deep inside that it was Teal'c. The strange being had frightened her considerably, not Teal'c himself, but his symbiote. It's thoughts, desires, needs, scared her. To Zhaan, Teal'c's symbiote placed the doubt of her Goddess's true status in her mind.
The Goa'uld, believing their superiority to all beings in the Universe, placing themselves in the position of Gods to suppress other species and force on them their wants and needs. Forcing them to believe they were gods. It horrified and sickened Zhaan to her very core. So much so, she needed to retreat into this realm, to assure herself that the Goddess was truly a goddess and not simply a charlatan, wanting to control lesser species.
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"Pilot, forget about the Pod, it's taking too long. I'll go down in Aeryn's Prowler."
Chiana ran through the Moya's corridors, down to the Docking Bay. Making one stopover in her quarters to grab her travelling coat. Muttering various curses she shooed the DRDs away from the Prowler.
"Come on, get out of here. Pilot, would you call off the DRDs?"
"Certainly, Chiana, however, I am not certain it is a wise idea to go down in Aeryn's Prowler."
"I'll worry about that later. Just, move the DRDs."
Chiana could hear Pilot's relinquishing sigh over the comm, her face frowned slightly, but soon dismissed it. Opening the top hatch, Chiana jumped lithely inside, and settled herself down in the seat. She reached over to the controls and started the Prowler up, the slow whine got increasingly louder as Chiana tried to manoeuvre the Prowler out of Moya's Docking Bay.
Inside the Prowler Chiana felt her confidence building, moving the controls sharply to steer out accurately, she was thrown to one side as the Prowler slammed into Moya's side.
"Frell!" The Nebari shook her head and held it in her hand.
"Chiana! Are you alright?" Pilot's concerned voice came over the comm.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, Pilot. I guess this Prowler's harder to control than I thought. Aeryn's sure going to be pissed with me."
Chiana landed the Prowler again, and let the systems cool down. Suddenly a knocking came to her right, at the hatch was the face of Samantha Carter, her face had a slight glare on it. Chiana sighed and opened the hatch.
"What?"
"What the hell did you just do?" Sam's angry voice reverberated inside the Prowler.
"I had a little problem, ok?"
Sam glared at her.
"I'm coming with you, you can't go on your own!"
"Frell off, human!" Chiana attempted to push off Sam's grip on the edge of the ship.
"That ain't happening. The Colonel told me to go with you, what if the bad guys are on the planet?"
"The scans showed no Peacekeeper vessels on the planet's surface."
"How about we go girl power on this thing, huh? Just you and me. We'll bring Rygel back."
Although Chiana was stubborn, she wasn't the kind to refuse persistence help.
"Fine, get in."
Sam's athletic form jumped into the back of the ship. The hatch moved down slowly.
"This thing got any seatbelts?"
Chiana ignored the human as she restarted the engines. Although the Prowler was damaged, it was still in good enough condition to fly. Without pausing to check the outside, Chiana flew it out of the Docking Bay. Although Pilot didn't openly show his annoyance at Chiana's frivolity, his brow wrinkled ever so slightly.
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Down on the planet Rygel was enjoying himself, this was not like the usual Commerce Planet, it was cleaner, more respectable and the locals were idiots. His throne-sled made various clanking noises, the trinkets he had conned out of the owner's clutches.
Rygel floated pass the various stores, his keen eyes picky up the real and fake.
"Get out of my way, frellnik!" He growled angrily at a hood figure who jostled him as he passed.
The hooded man spun around, looking up at the face of the rude local, it glinted slightly. Rygel's eyes widened in horror, his fearful tendencies overruling any calmness.
"Come with me." The low voice of the hooded man was sinister, it had a ring of danger to it, yet it was vaguely familiar, Rygel put this down to a lack of food. The stranger clutched Rygel's ear, twisting it ever so slightly, the pain shot through Rygel, his tiny faced screwed up. However, even though Rygel was a coward, he sometimes would not go down without a fight, be it negotiating or bribing or fighting. The Hynerian's sharp teeth clapped down on the stranger's arm.
The stranger cried out in pain, throwing his head back to howl to the heavens, his hood fell off, underneath was the ever strange and potentially unstable, Stark. The metal-covered side of his face shone brightly, Rygel would see a smallest amount of light, which was quickly subdued as Stark regained control of himself. He glared down at the disposed Hynerian and pulled him alongside him, as the locals stared in confusion at the odd scene.
"Get your hands off me!" snarled Rygel, the indignant Hynerian attempted to twist out of Stark's grip.
Stark pushed Rygel through a doorway, it was dark and damp, the smell was overpowering and for Rygel's sensitive nose, overwhelming. He felt all three stomachs lurch as they attempted to expel anything that was inside of him.
"Ssshhh!" Stark's slightly unstable voice pierced the darkness.
"What are you doing here, Rygel, there are Peacekeepers here!"
"What? The Pod's scans showed no Peacekeeper ships!"
"They arrived off the Command Carrier before it left. We have to leave! The Pod, we have to get off this planet, now."
"Where did he go?" A thud was heard outside, sounding much like a skull cracking on a hard stone wall.
Stark swung round, the fear registering on his face, as he heard the sharp, marching steps of the Peacekeeper's. The Banik held up a device, pressed a button and slid it along the floor towards the entrance. Hoisting Rygel in a firm grip, Stark ran out of the building, through a back entrance.
Shockwaves flared throughout the building and onto the street, pushing both the Banik and the Hynerian into a huddled heap.
"Get off me! You fahrbot Banik!"
Rygel's angry form struggled out from under Stark. His throne-sled was still trapped under the still form of Stark, Rygel's small hands poked the unconscious Banik. A faint groan came from his lips, but he refused to move.
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"Are you alright, Jack? That wound's pretty bad."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Jack gasped in pain as he struggled to sit up on the bed, the golden covers slipped beneath him.
"Hey." Daniel gripped Jack's shoulder and back and hauled him upright.
"Got any food? Damn, I'm hungry. And thirsty."
"I, I don't know. Let me go find someone."
"Nah, forget it. I ain't hungry anymore."
"Jack, what happened?"
Jack sighed. "It's... it's a long story. We were captured, the small ship, the X-wing, it was forced onboard, Aeryn was captured, I managed to keep low. I found that guy, Tyruc, except he was called Velorek. We... we managed to bust Johnny, Aeryn and M'Lee out of the cells, I told Johnny how we got here and he went all crazy on me. We split up, me 'n' M'Lee made it too the Docking Area first. But the Peacekeeper's did something, man, it hurt like hell."
"This?" Daniel pointed at his wound.
"Nah, it was, crap, it was painful. Kinda like a really high whistle. Anyway, M'Lee smashed a nearby thing that was causing it. We got on the ship and, not escaped, they let us go. Then we found you guys."
Daniel stared at the Colonel as he leaned back.
"God, I need some sleep."
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The injured Peacekeeper staggered upwards, he looked over to his companion, she was dead. Gripping his pulse rifle he looked through the flames, there was his prey, the still form of the Banik and the small Hynerian. He walked, one slow step at a time, towards the two figures.
He lifted the pulse rifle and aimed it, the small beeping alerted Rygel, he turned around to see the bloody face of the Peacekeeper staring at him, his piercing eyes gripped Rygel. The barrel entered Rygel's view.
Thwack!
The butt of Sam's boot connected with the Peacekeeper's chest. He fell to the ground, looking up at the fierce human. The pulse rifle lay just out of his reach, he fingers struggled to pick it up. Sam's foot kicked it out of reach. The Peacekeeper gasped hoarsely.
"Who the frell are you?"
The Peacekeeper never even heard Sam's answer, his head rolled to one side and his eyes closed. Sam bent down.
"I think he's dead."
Chiana went up to Rygel and the figure on the floor. She rolled him over, off Rygel's throne-sled.
"Stark!" She gasped as the metal covering glinted with the flickering of the nearby flames from the explosion.
Rygel clambered onto his throne-sled. Frelling good fortune, all his possessions were still in it. He activated the controls and hovered above the ground.
"What do we do with these two?" Sam pointed at the two dead Peacekeeper's.
"Nothing, just leave them there, either the locals will bury them, or they'll be stripped for their clothing or body parts."
Sam looked horrified.
"We can't let them do that!"
"Frell you human, those two just tried to kill Stark and Rygel. I couldn't careless about them."
Chiana's callous attitude hit Sam. She stood there are stared at the grey alien.
"Here, help me get him upright. C'mon!"
Sam broke out of her reverie and pulled Stark up, she gripped his arms and they slowly dragged him back to the Prowler. The movement wakened the Banik slave.
"The... the pod. I have a transport pod, needs to be returned."
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M'Lee felt her stomach churn. She could feel the artificial calcium swim around inside her. She was tired. Dead tired. She turned her head. Her arms were tired. Her legs were tired. They burned with a vicious fire.
'I want to sleep. Forever.' She thought. M'Lee turned her head and slept. Forever.
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Yes! Finished Chapter 10, slightly underestimated the WGFA part, so, I still have two more chapters and the Epilogue to add. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Means so much to me. *hugs*
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)