Chapter 2 Travel Preparations
"Meserat 12 is an ultra secret Peacekeeper base," I continued. " Access is granted to only purebred peacekeepers of the highest rank. Any non- Sebacian caught trying to enter Meserat 12 is summarily executed. I'm not even supposed to know about it."
"How convenient" said D'Argo.
"It most certainly isn't," I snapped back. "My life and Sikzou's depend on proving you Frellniks wrong. I can create convincing computer identities, realistic personal holographic grids but I cannot change the DNA in any of us. Meserat 12 does long distance body schematics and DNA scans. Anyone who is not Sebacian who comes within one parsec of Meserat 12 is interrogated and killed."
"I think you just don't want to go to Meserat 12," said Rygel as he hovered on his throne.
"I don't even want to go anywhere near Peacekeeper territory. They got what they wanted from me and have thrown me away like a styrene cup." I countered.
Noranti the old witch, walked up to the front and smiled evilly, " Captain D'Argo, I think I might have a solution." Then she threw some foul smelling powder in my face and I knew no more.
When I woke up on the infirmary bed my head was aching and my jaw was aching more. Noranti hauled me to my feet. As I stood woozily she announced smugly, " Scorpious has indeed been transmitting his thoughts but has no idea of doing so. I think an investigation is in order."
The room started close round me. I felt extremely dizzy as I clutched for the bed. My most personal thoughts being transmitted to Goddess know. I can now understand why John hates me so much after the aurora chair and the chip in his head.
Noranti and the others could see how upset I was and for the first time since I came aboard somebody other than you treated me kindly. The old witch placed a cup of strangely coloured liquid in my hand.
"Here drink this, it'll block any telepathic signals," she said gently. I flinched away from her. Noranti may know many things but personal hygiene is not one of them.
Fortunately she misinterpreted my actions. "Don't be a larvae, drink it up," she scolded gently cuffing me on the head.
And then it was off to work. D'Argo, Chiana, and Aeryn prepped a Peacekeeper shuttle and filled it up with weapons and equipment while Noranti prepared batches of sleeping dusts and suggestion powders. I worked the hardest, creating aliases and false documentation among other things as Crichton looked on.
Over the next several arns, the others eventually finished their tasks and hovered impatiently by me. Finally Rygel spoke up.
"What's frelling taking you so long? We've been finished arns ago," the hynerian complained.
"I had to make sure our documentation would pass the strictest scrutiny. I'm not sure about you but I'm particularly fond of the practice of breathing," I replied. " I've completed a set of aliases and decryption codes there's only one thing left for me to do."
"And what's that, Grasshopper? You've got enough data to fill the library of congress?" said John scornfully.
"Say good bye to Sikzou of course."
John's eyes widened in an expression of mild shock then his features softened in something like understanding. I doubt he can ever truly see me as person and not a monster but this time he got close.
"O-of course I understand" he said and let me pass. He still followed me down to your quarters.
I found Stark leaning over your body with an expression of triumph on his half face. He had his hand upon you. "I've drained Sikzou's energy to keep her quiet. She's beyond your reach Scorpious. Looks like you won't be able to say good bye but don't worry I'll take real good care of her as you did me for two cycles."
John held me back and dragged me away. It's the only reason why that soul- eating monster is still alive.
"John let me go, listen to me. If you want to see your child born do not trust Stark," I begged. "That thing you've left with my mate is an abomination."
"That's the pot calling the kettle black, Grasshopper. I trust Stark."
"Well don't, Stark was placed in the Aurora chair for a reason. He's not all brightness and light. He has many secrets, done many things. He'd be more than willing to destroy innocent lives to get what he wants. It's not the first time he's done it."
"Like killing ten thousand of his own people?"
"More like eat the soul of your child so that Sikzou and me won't be welcome here. Believe me he can and will eat the soul of a perfectly healthy being."
"You're lying. You just want to save your Peacekeeper butt."
"Maybe so but I'm also interested in saving Sikzou. Don't let Stark anywhere near her, have one of the Drd's to watch her if you must but don't let him near her."
By that time we had reached the docking bay. The human just shoved me in D'Argo's arms and then turned heel and left. I had no idea if he took any of my advice to heart.
What's this? Is it John's pet Drd One thousand eight hundred and twelve? Well good, he's been with you all this time. I'm glad but now I'd like to spend some private time with my Sikzou. You want to hear how the story turns out?!
I couldn't help but notice that neither Aeryn nor Crichton was on the shuttle. I realize that that John just didn't want to reveal the fact that he was alive just yet. I swear to you my love that if he ever does anything to hurt you again the entire galaxy will know.
I sat down beside the pilot's seat where D'Argo sat and asked him how long did he expect to reach Meserat 12.
The Luxan smiled crookedly and said, "Oh, we're not going to Meserat 12 just yet. We're going to make a little stopover."
"And where would that be?"
"At a health spa."
"Meserat 12 is an ultra secret Peacekeeper base," I continued. " Access is granted to only purebred peacekeepers of the highest rank. Any non- Sebacian caught trying to enter Meserat 12 is summarily executed. I'm not even supposed to know about it."
"How convenient" said D'Argo.
"It most certainly isn't," I snapped back. "My life and Sikzou's depend on proving you Frellniks wrong. I can create convincing computer identities, realistic personal holographic grids but I cannot change the DNA in any of us. Meserat 12 does long distance body schematics and DNA scans. Anyone who is not Sebacian who comes within one parsec of Meserat 12 is interrogated and killed."
"I think you just don't want to go to Meserat 12," said Rygel as he hovered on his throne.
"I don't even want to go anywhere near Peacekeeper territory. They got what they wanted from me and have thrown me away like a styrene cup." I countered.
Noranti the old witch, walked up to the front and smiled evilly, " Captain D'Argo, I think I might have a solution." Then she threw some foul smelling powder in my face and I knew no more.
When I woke up on the infirmary bed my head was aching and my jaw was aching more. Noranti hauled me to my feet. As I stood woozily she announced smugly, " Scorpious has indeed been transmitting his thoughts but has no idea of doing so. I think an investigation is in order."
The room started close round me. I felt extremely dizzy as I clutched for the bed. My most personal thoughts being transmitted to Goddess know. I can now understand why John hates me so much after the aurora chair and the chip in his head.
Noranti and the others could see how upset I was and for the first time since I came aboard somebody other than you treated me kindly. The old witch placed a cup of strangely coloured liquid in my hand.
"Here drink this, it'll block any telepathic signals," she said gently. I flinched away from her. Noranti may know many things but personal hygiene is not one of them.
Fortunately she misinterpreted my actions. "Don't be a larvae, drink it up," she scolded gently cuffing me on the head.
And then it was off to work. D'Argo, Chiana, and Aeryn prepped a Peacekeeper shuttle and filled it up with weapons and equipment while Noranti prepared batches of sleeping dusts and suggestion powders. I worked the hardest, creating aliases and false documentation among other things as Crichton looked on.
Over the next several arns, the others eventually finished their tasks and hovered impatiently by me. Finally Rygel spoke up.
"What's frelling taking you so long? We've been finished arns ago," the hynerian complained.
"I had to make sure our documentation would pass the strictest scrutiny. I'm not sure about you but I'm particularly fond of the practice of breathing," I replied. " I've completed a set of aliases and decryption codes there's only one thing left for me to do."
"And what's that, Grasshopper? You've got enough data to fill the library of congress?" said John scornfully.
"Say good bye to Sikzou of course."
John's eyes widened in an expression of mild shock then his features softened in something like understanding. I doubt he can ever truly see me as person and not a monster but this time he got close.
"O-of course I understand" he said and let me pass. He still followed me down to your quarters.
I found Stark leaning over your body with an expression of triumph on his half face. He had his hand upon you. "I've drained Sikzou's energy to keep her quiet. She's beyond your reach Scorpious. Looks like you won't be able to say good bye but don't worry I'll take real good care of her as you did me for two cycles."
John held me back and dragged me away. It's the only reason why that soul- eating monster is still alive.
"John let me go, listen to me. If you want to see your child born do not trust Stark," I begged. "That thing you've left with my mate is an abomination."
"That's the pot calling the kettle black, Grasshopper. I trust Stark."
"Well don't, Stark was placed in the Aurora chair for a reason. He's not all brightness and light. He has many secrets, done many things. He'd be more than willing to destroy innocent lives to get what he wants. It's not the first time he's done it."
"Like killing ten thousand of his own people?"
"More like eat the soul of your child so that Sikzou and me won't be welcome here. Believe me he can and will eat the soul of a perfectly healthy being."
"You're lying. You just want to save your Peacekeeper butt."
"Maybe so but I'm also interested in saving Sikzou. Don't let Stark anywhere near her, have one of the Drd's to watch her if you must but don't let him near her."
By that time we had reached the docking bay. The human just shoved me in D'Argo's arms and then turned heel and left. I had no idea if he took any of my advice to heart.
What's this? Is it John's pet Drd One thousand eight hundred and twelve? Well good, he's been with you all this time. I'm glad but now I'd like to spend some private time with my Sikzou. You want to hear how the story turns out?!
I couldn't help but notice that neither Aeryn nor Crichton was on the shuttle. I realize that that John just didn't want to reveal the fact that he was alive just yet. I swear to you my love that if he ever does anything to hurt you again the entire galaxy will know.
I sat down beside the pilot's seat where D'Argo sat and asked him how long did he expect to reach Meserat 12.
The Luxan smiled crookedly and said, "Oh, we're not going to Meserat 12 just yet. We're going to make a little stopover."
"And where would that be?"
"At a health spa."
