On Moya, Chiana was not sleeping well. She seemed to be having a most
erotic dream, and was not quiet about it. Finally, D'Argo could take no
more. He growled and rose from his own bed. At Chiana's door, he raised
his fist to pound on the chamber entrance. Before he could pound on the
door, the noise stopped.
He waited a moment, not wanting to get caught outside her door after all of
the racket Chiana was broadcasting, not did he want to come face to face
with the source of the noise.
The moment of decision was taken from him when Chiana yanked the door open.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
He tried too look past her into the chamber. She was alone.
"Where are you going?" He growled.
"I need a drink. I can't sleep. Dreams."
"Yes, we all could hear the dreams." D'Argo replied with a very Crichton like dose of sarcasm. Chiana smiled and got a jab in at D'Argo.
"I think mine was of Crais."
D'Argo's reaction was briefly stunned, then feral. His growl made Chiana step back, her bravado gone.
"I am sorry, Ka D'Argo. That was not kind," she gave an impish half grin "even for me."
"Why did you say you 'think' it was Crais?" D'Argo asked. His mind was going back to Chiana's visions.
" He had dark hair, long. Whoever she was, she had her hands wrapped in his hair and her legs wrapped around ."
"ENOUGH!" D'Argo cut off her sentence.
"All I could see was his back." She tossed off another little grin. She was enjoying teasing D'Argo. Although the man in the dream had closely resembled Crais, she had no idea who the people in her dream were, but the passion had been unmistakable. It left Chiana feeling a little . unfinished.
She didn't notice the puzzlement come over D'Argo's features.
"What do you mean, Whoever SHE was?" He asked roughly.
"It wasn't Rainne, if that is what you are asking me. It was some lady with black hair, gold eyes."
"That bastard!" D'Argo ground out. Chiana, the ever-vigilant self- preservationist, felt a pang of jealousy at the depth of obvious feeling D'Argo still carried for Rainne. Rainne had chosen Crais over him but still he mooned over her. Chiana flounced off, disgusted with him, and with herself for caring.
"Go back to bed. I'll try and be more quiet when I have recreational dreams." She spoke the parting shot over her shoulder.
D'Argo fumed as he returned to his quarters. Where was Talyn now? Did they stop at a commerce planet? What could an ex-Peacekeeper know about fidelity?
He returned to quarters but it was several arns before he could sleep again.
Braca paced in his chambers. His dream of finally having the respect needed to take on a command was so very close. He needed to monitor the young Sebacean, he had to lead him to Crais and the others. This planet was almost entirely peopled by misfits, half-breeds. Braca wrinkled his nose in distaste. Despite the lack of bloodline purity, there seemed to be a great number of telepathics. If anyone could find Bialar Crais when he did not want to be found, it was a family member with a telepathic ability.
Because he was watching so intently, he noticed the twin tiny leviathans and the transport vessel that they docked to. It had to be the Sebacean and his woman. Using a leviathan was a smart move, and Braca felt a fissure of fear. They were not easy to track, and the small freak leviathans might be harder still.
He strode out to the hangar area, looking around for the right craft to take. A prowler would be ideal, small but not armed to take on an adolescent leviathan gunship like Crais'. The marauder would be better, but stealth would be difficult.
Braca, being a coward by nature, chose the marauder. If he could just get in close to the underside of the leviathan, he could follow in the starburst, if those tiny ships could accomplish such an act. He boarded the marauder and took off.
The moment of decision was taken from him when Chiana yanked the door open.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
He tried too look past her into the chamber. She was alone.
"Where are you going?" He growled.
"I need a drink. I can't sleep. Dreams."
"Yes, we all could hear the dreams." D'Argo replied with a very Crichton like dose of sarcasm. Chiana smiled and got a jab in at D'Argo.
"I think mine was of Crais."
D'Argo's reaction was briefly stunned, then feral. His growl made Chiana step back, her bravado gone.
"I am sorry, Ka D'Argo. That was not kind," she gave an impish half grin "even for me."
"Why did you say you 'think' it was Crais?" D'Argo asked. His mind was going back to Chiana's visions.
" He had dark hair, long. Whoever she was, she had her hands wrapped in his hair and her legs wrapped around ."
"ENOUGH!" D'Argo cut off her sentence.
"All I could see was his back." She tossed off another little grin. She was enjoying teasing D'Argo. Although the man in the dream had closely resembled Crais, she had no idea who the people in her dream were, but the passion had been unmistakable. It left Chiana feeling a little . unfinished.
She didn't notice the puzzlement come over D'Argo's features.
"What do you mean, Whoever SHE was?" He asked roughly.
"It wasn't Rainne, if that is what you are asking me. It was some lady with black hair, gold eyes."
"That bastard!" D'Argo ground out. Chiana, the ever-vigilant self- preservationist, felt a pang of jealousy at the depth of obvious feeling D'Argo still carried for Rainne. Rainne had chosen Crais over him but still he mooned over her. Chiana flounced off, disgusted with him, and with herself for caring.
"Go back to bed. I'll try and be more quiet when I have recreational dreams." She spoke the parting shot over her shoulder.
D'Argo fumed as he returned to his quarters. Where was Talyn now? Did they stop at a commerce planet? What could an ex-Peacekeeper know about fidelity?
He returned to quarters but it was several arns before he could sleep again.
Braca paced in his chambers. His dream of finally having the respect needed to take on a command was so very close. He needed to monitor the young Sebacean, he had to lead him to Crais and the others. This planet was almost entirely peopled by misfits, half-breeds. Braca wrinkled his nose in distaste. Despite the lack of bloodline purity, there seemed to be a great number of telepathics. If anyone could find Bialar Crais when he did not want to be found, it was a family member with a telepathic ability.
Because he was watching so intently, he noticed the twin tiny leviathans and the transport vessel that they docked to. It had to be the Sebacean and his woman. Using a leviathan was a smart move, and Braca felt a fissure of fear. They were not easy to track, and the small freak leviathans might be harder still.
He strode out to the hangar area, looking around for the right craft to take. A prowler would be ideal, small but not armed to take on an adolescent leviathan gunship like Crais'. The marauder would be better, but stealth would be difficult.
Braca, being a coward by nature, chose the marauder. If he could just get in close to the underside of the leviathan, he could follow in the starburst, if those tiny ships could accomplish such an act. He boarded the marauder and took off.