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Timing: Post ITLD: WISC.
Spoilers: WISC, everything basically.
'His Heaven' is the first prequel to 'Captain's Prerogative' and describes what happened to Crais and Talyn after they starbursted out of the command carrier in ITLD2.
'His Heaven' has been entered in the 2004 Farscape Fanfiction Awards under 'Best AU', 'Best Episode Addition', 'Best Drama' and 'Best Series' (as part of the CP Universe series). If you don't like this fic, ignore this. If you do, I'd appreciate your nominations and (after January 10th) your votes. I'd give you a link, but I can't seem to make it come up when I upload. I'm sure Google will turn it up. Thank you.
'His Heaven'
Prologue
Bialar Crais stood dead centre in Talyn's command, feeling completely in control for the first time in three cycles. Or, possibly, his entire life. He took a deep breath and uttered his famous last words.
"Talyn...starburst!"
The command filled with white light and Talyn shot forward with such force that Crais was thrown roughly backwards, landing in an undignified heap. His head slammed against the floor and he lost consciousness instantly.
Talyn, meanwhile, had entered a state that could only be described as blind panic. Literally in fact, because all he could see were the wave-like blue walls of the wormhole he was trapped in. He tried desperately to fire his cannon, and then remembered that he couldn't anymore. Doing the leviathan equivalent of hyperventilating, Talyn struggled to navigate against the massive currents pulling him along and to rouse Crais. Failing miserably on both counts, he shut down as many of his sensors as he could and fell back on the one thing he could do in the situation. He accessed his curse- words file, drawn from the combined vocabularies of Crichton, Aeryn and anyone else who had ever come aboard (Crais had been very little help in that department) and tried out every single one. Finally, finding that Crais was right and swearing really didn't help, he decided on the one last course of action open to him. He gave up any attempt to control his fate...and screamed.
The panicked leviathan and his unconscious captain shot down the wormhole like a speeding bullet. Talyn was buffeted repeatedly by the walls until he could take no more and knocked himself into sleep mode. Crais was thrown around the command deck, picking up no small amount of bruises and at least one cracked rib, but was fortunately oblivious to everything. Finally, the wormhole spat them out.
Had either of them been conscious by this time, they would have noticed that the small, blue planet they were now floating next to was somewhat familiar. It was a largely insignificant planet in all other respects. No defences, very little communications traffic worth investigating, no space stations of any significant size, only a few satellites of a very primitive technology. In fact, there was only reason why it would be of any interest to them.
Down on Earth, in the IASA control centre, all hell broke loose.
Timing: Post ITLD: WISC.
Spoilers: WISC, everything basically.
'His Heaven' is the first prequel to 'Captain's Prerogative' and describes what happened to Crais and Talyn after they starbursted out of the command carrier in ITLD2.
'His Heaven' has been entered in the 2004 Farscape Fanfiction Awards under 'Best AU', 'Best Episode Addition', 'Best Drama' and 'Best Series' (as part of the CP Universe series). If you don't like this fic, ignore this. If you do, I'd appreciate your nominations and (after January 10th) your votes. I'd give you a link, but I can't seem to make it come up when I upload. I'm sure Google will turn it up. Thank you.
'His Heaven'
Prologue
Bialar Crais stood dead centre in Talyn's command, feeling completely in control for the first time in three cycles. Or, possibly, his entire life. He took a deep breath and uttered his famous last words.
"Talyn...starburst!"
The command filled with white light and Talyn shot forward with such force that Crais was thrown roughly backwards, landing in an undignified heap. His head slammed against the floor and he lost consciousness instantly.
Talyn, meanwhile, had entered a state that could only be described as blind panic. Literally in fact, because all he could see were the wave-like blue walls of the wormhole he was trapped in. He tried desperately to fire his cannon, and then remembered that he couldn't anymore. Doing the leviathan equivalent of hyperventilating, Talyn struggled to navigate against the massive currents pulling him along and to rouse Crais. Failing miserably on both counts, he shut down as many of his sensors as he could and fell back on the one thing he could do in the situation. He accessed his curse- words file, drawn from the combined vocabularies of Crichton, Aeryn and anyone else who had ever come aboard (Crais had been very little help in that department) and tried out every single one. Finally, finding that Crais was right and swearing really didn't help, he decided on the one last course of action open to him. He gave up any attempt to control his fate...and screamed.
The panicked leviathan and his unconscious captain shot down the wormhole like a speeding bullet. Talyn was buffeted repeatedly by the walls until he could take no more and knocked himself into sleep mode. Crais was thrown around the command deck, picking up no small amount of bruises and at least one cracked rib, but was fortunately oblivious to everything. Finally, the wormhole spat them out.
Had either of them been conscious by this time, they would have noticed that the small, blue planet they were now floating next to was somewhat familiar. It was a largely insignificant planet in all other respects. No defences, very little communications traffic worth investigating, no space stations of any significant size, only a few satellites of a very primitive technology. In fact, there was only reason why it would be of any interest to them.
Down on Earth, in the IASA control centre, all hell broke loose.