Legacy
Part 1 – Strange Actions
I don't own Farscape.
Most ships have a command structure, a series of order where the leader's decision was final, and orders were followed without question.
The Leviathan Moya…
…did not.
"Moya's surface scans have discovered nothing hazardous". Pilot informed the crew sat around the briefing table. "However she does remind you that her surface scans are not as detailed as she would like. She recommends a full investigation of layered scans to be certain, but this will take several arns".
"It does not matter. We can not leave the planet until we are absolutely certain that any other dangers have been neutralised". Zhaan was adamant in her decision.
Aeryn said. "Why? Even if there are other traps on that planet, does it really concern us now we are back onboard Moya?"
"It would concern any future visitors to the temple. Not everyone will have the Goddess beside them as John did today".
D'Argo had been quiet throughout the exchange. Now was the time to speak. "There is no reason for us to leave just yet". He turned to face the Delvian, but spoke primarily to Aeryn. "If Zhaan wishes us to investigate the planet then so be it, but understand that at the first sign of trouble we starburst without hesitation, finished or not".
Zhaan nodded.
Aeryn hid her surprise admirably, a Luxan brute of a soldier capable of actual compromising. She would never have even suspected that the species had the gene for negotiation. "Fine, we'll stay".
"Pilot, any news on Crichton?" Zhaan asked, announcing the argument as closed.
"Rygel is watching him".
Zhaan couldn't help looking concerned.
"And a DRD is watching Rygel". D'Argo assured her.
Fire, burning
"Dad come on". John ran as fast as he could, followed closely by Jack. Both were panting hard, as much from the thick choking smoke that surrounded them as from the force of their run. The explosions were all around them now, pummelling rocks from the world above, showing no signs of stopping their unprovoked onslaught.
Where once tall trees had painted all below them green with the canopy, now only a long desert met them, no shelter from the hot sun save for the temple, the last structure.
Safe. John was at the temple now…Jack! He turned around, just a small boy as he watched his Father run up the steps behind him…not fast enough…faster…faster…
"DAD!!!"
The last thing he saw of his father was…explosion…muscle…bones…dust…
"NO!!" John sat up so fast his own momentum threw him back down onto the sweat…tears…soaked pillow. He was still panting from the run, even though it had never really taken place. He quickly rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes. He was shaking again, cold despite the three blankets covering him.
"Finally decided to wake up did you". Rygel's voice was distant, as if coming through a tunnel of static. "I was actually starting to worry".
Fire…burning
Awake
John continued to stare at the ceiling without really focusing on anything.
"Crichton". The voice was louder this time, and a DRD jabbed at his arm as it hung loosely over the edge of the bed.
"Ouch…I'm fine…man One-Eye". He lied through his teeth as he half pushed both DRD and Hynerian away. "I just had a fuc…frelling nightmare". He stood up and lurched forward. The ship felt like it was spinning even though they weren't in starburst. Where were they?
"We're still in orbit of the desert world". Rygel answered as if reading his mind. "Until we know what happened down there Zhaan and Moya are reluctant to leave. Something about future visitors". Rygel spoke as if the matter was unimportant, annoying, "Though if you ask me it's completely…"
"…pointless". Aeryn might as well have spoken to herself as yet another detailed scan of the planet was completed. "It's been well over two arns. There is nothing alive or otherwise down there that poses a threat". Zhaan did not seem to be listening, simply conducting layered scan after scan after scan. It was as if she was reluctant to leave the world, something holding her back.
"Your attention". Pilot's calm voice came over the com. "Moya's long range sensors are detecting some unusual readings". The console to D'Argo's right lit up, revealing the blue outline scan of the object. They only needed to glance to recognise what it was.
Once again, D'Argo's soldier instincts kicked in.
John was pacing, pacing so much that Rygel began to wonder if the Human would actually make a hole in the tier. "Well you seem fine, so I'll be going now". His hoverchair lifted up, the Dominar eager to get out of the room and as far away as he could possibly get without actually leaving the Leviathan behind. Something about John was starting to freak the Dominar out. The way he kept walking, muttering, as if conversing with himself. The Human wanted desperately to go to the planet, had practically pleaded in the beginning, but Zhaan had said that he was to remain in medical, and Rygel was not about to get on the wrong side of the Delvian right now.
"Crichton…Rygel". It was D'Argo's voice over the coms.
"What do you want?" Rygel asked, frustrated.
"Peacekeepers, less than a quarter arn away. Pilot is preparing Moya for immediate starburst".
"D'Argo". Crichton's sudden outburst nearly made Rygel fall off his hoverchair. "We mustn't leave Nioloth. Not yet…not until". Crichton's panic stricken voice sounded as if it was from someone else.
The medical room began to moan around then, Moya making herself ready for the strenuous starburst.
"NO!!!" John began to twitch, clutching at his head and crying out softly.
A feeling of concern that Rygel was not familiar with came over the Dominar as he slowly approached the obviously pained human. John wasn't responding to him, kneeling on the ground now with his head in his hands, muttering something incoherent, alien in a language so ancient that the even translator microbes couldn't fathom its complexity. Rygel moved down to the Human's eye level. "Crichton?"
As soon as the Hynerian was overhead John stood up straight, his face stern and his eyes glazed over, something else behind them.
"Starburst in 124 micro…" Pilot's voice was cut off as Rygel was thrown to the other side of the room, hitting the wall with enough force to knock him senseless, into darkness.
"What do you mean he isn't on Moya?"
"Commander Crichton left in the Farscape 1 module. Moya and I have tracked his location to the planet we are currently orbiting".
"And you didn't stop him".
"My primary concern was to the starburst".
"Why would John return to the planet when he knows the danger?" Zhaan asked, mystified by the strange actions of the Human. "Aer…"
Aeryn Sun was already halfway to her prowler.
Okay this is weird
John was becoming more coherent now, having woken up to find that he was a prisoner in his own body. He was walking from the Farscape 1 module to the entrance of the ruined temple, his legs moving but not by his command. Every action besides metabolic was controlled now as if he was a puppet.
Mind control. Crais? Maldis? But why…
"It is I". His voice out loud…and yet another's inside
What the hell…where are you
"I am Lenner, a 'visitor' if you will, attached to the soul at the moment of birth". The voice continued. "Until now I have only been able to communicate through dreams…images without coherency…"
Woh, back up Lenner. Birth?
"You died, and yet you were reborn, brought back from the periphery of the spirit realm where I have laid dormant for a thousand cycles. Your brief visitation caused a rift in the dimensions, a doorway through which we could both pass".
You mean I have a frick'n ghost inside my head…no wonder I feel so cold
"John Robert Crichton Jr. Your actions have given me the chance to complete the mission entrusted to me by the elders".
Mission
"Genesis".
Genesis…like in what…Star Trek?
"The last hope for my race…the only defence we had against the Destroyer".
Destroyer
John suddenly remembered his nightmares. The meteor shower. Asteroid. Lenner communicating, trying to tell him her past.
"I am Lenner, the last, the first, the creator. I am sorry, I had hoped for a…less enforced conclusion, to ask for your willing aid in my mission, but when your friend said that you were leaving I…you left me no choice. I must complete my task. A world destroyed shall be a world reborn".
Hate to burst you bubble but maybe you didn't hear why my friends are leaving. Peacekeepers are on their way with a vengeance, and at least one of them has no quarrels with kicking my ass.
Lenner wasn't listening, a distracting noise…
Static…the communicator
"Crichton". It was Aeryn.
Aeryn
John made every attempt to speak then, but the words he wished to say did not come out as 'Lenner' took the communicator and stamped on it with full force. Aeryn's voice crackled out of existence.
High above, the peacekeeper scout ship approached, but without all of her crew onboard, the weapon less Moya would not starburst.