Part 11: One Prisoner A Day
John walked around the command area for the thousandth time. Fleetingly he wondered if he looked behind would he see a worn path. He wasn't mad, worried, or upset. No. He wasn't. Each revolution he made, he tried to pretend it was all right for Aeryn to go with the rebels, while he stayed behind. She was a good soldier. She could take care of herself.
He stopped in his tracks. Why in the hell did she have to go? Sky'leen left a bodyguard to protect him. Yeah right. He said out loud. "I shouldn't have let Aeryn leave."
A male's voice answered him, "I have never known anyone who could stop Aeryn Sun when her mind was set."
John faced the guard. "Yeah, you're right, still I should have tried harder." John sat down for a microt, and then he jumped back up and started pacing again. The guard just shook his head as he went back to monitor the comm system.
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Braca was excited. They had conformation of rebels leaving an underground bunker. Racing toward the area, he just knew that he was going to get his hands on John Crichton and his group of rebels. The commandant and the general would have to recognize his perseverance. He will be able to collect his own reward. Part of that would be to watch Crichton being tortured.
He ordered his commandoes around the perimeter. His comm badge went off. "Yes!" he snapped through his teeth.
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Grayza knew they had finally cornered John Crichton, Aeryn Sun and Sky'leen Orin. She would make her superiors happy, and she would get the glory of their capture. Crichton had caused her a great humiliation. Since High Command had new plans for Crichton. She could make him suffer by having him watch as she took her pleasure out on Sun. Yes! She would make him watch as she tortured his one true love. A grin came onto her face as she lost herself in her little fancy.
A call came over her comm. "Yes, Captain."
"Ma'am, we have found the hiding place of the rebels. It is believed Crichton and his rebels are cornered there. We are getting ready to storm the bunker."
She moved away from the window expectedly, "Don't muck this up, Captain, the General should be here very soon."
An officer entered and stood at attention beside her. "Keep me informed." She looked over at the officer. "Report."
"Commandant we have received an urgent call from the General's Command Carrier. They are under attack from the Scarrans, and are ordering us to break off our mission."
Her eyes darkened, in a calm voice she said, "Alert the ship as soon as I have arrived we are to go. "
The officer turned away to give the order. Grayza stared into space for a moment. "Captain Braca."
She heard him snap back over the comm angrier this time, "Yes!"
"I hope you have a good reason for your tone, Captain." She said, with the same calm, flat voice.
A silence followed then his stammering voice muttered, "Sorry.."
She cut him off. "The Scarrans are attacking the General's ship. I am taking the troops. You, Captain, are in charge until our return. I know you will have all the criminals in hand."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good." She cut her comm hating to have to leave. She walked out of the room with her offices following close behind.
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John had finally settled down. Aeryn had told him that Moya starburst out before the Command Carrier detected them. D'Argo reluctantly stayed on board because of Scorpius; who had been infuriated that they had let John go to the planet alone. They had only spent a few microts together before she left with Orin. John had asked her to promise him two things. One, she would hurry back to him and two; there would be no more good-byes. Kissing him with a passion that held more then the promises, both John and Aeryn thought of a future together forever and a day. Smiling at the memory John looked over at his guard.
"Any news?"
"No, but." the rebel was frowning. John smile disappeared. "What?"
The man moved toward the door as it exploded inward. The explosion propelled the rebel backwards slamming him into an equipment-laden table. John ducked down behind another table firing at a hoard of peacekeepers poring into the room. After several intense microts of cross firing something was thrown into the room.
To this day John could never really tell what it was, but the next thing he remembered he was lying on the floor unable to move. He looked up into the weasel face of Braca, who gloated down at him, "Rematch, Crichton. I win."
Straitening up he ordered. "Take him."
Braca watched as they carried Crichton out by the arms. Yes, one prisoner and only two more to go.
John walked around the command area for the thousandth time. Fleetingly he wondered if he looked behind would he see a worn path. He wasn't mad, worried, or upset. No. He wasn't. Each revolution he made, he tried to pretend it was all right for Aeryn to go with the rebels, while he stayed behind. She was a good soldier. She could take care of herself.
He stopped in his tracks. Why in the hell did she have to go? Sky'leen left a bodyguard to protect him. Yeah right. He said out loud. "I shouldn't have let Aeryn leave."
A male's voice answered him, "I have never known anyone who could stop Aeryn Sun when her mind was set."
John faced the guard. "Yeah, you're right, still I should have tried harder." John sat down for a microt, and then he jumped back up and started pacing again. The guard just shook his head as he went back to monitor the comm system.
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Braca was excited. They had conformation of rebels leaving an underground bunker. Racing toward the area, he just knew that he was going to get his hands on John Crichton and his group of rebels. The commandant and the general would have to recognize his perseverance. He will be able to collect his own reward. Part of that would be to watch Crichton being tortured.
He ordered his commandoes around the perimeter. His comm badge went off. "Yes!" he snapped through his teeth.
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Grayza knew they had finally cornered John Crichton, Aeryn Sun and Sky'leen Orin. She would make her superiors happy, and she would get the glory of their capture. Crichton had caused her a great humiliation. Since High Command had new plans for Crichton. She could make him suffer by having him watch as she took her pleasure out on Sun. Yes! She would make him watch as she tortured his one true love. A grin came onto her face as she lost herself in her little fancy.
A call came over her comm. "Yes, Captain."
"Ma'am, we have found the hiding place of the rebels. It is believed Crichton and his rebels are cornered there. We are getting ready to storm the bunker."
She moved away from the window expectedly, "Don't muck this up, Captain, the General should be here very soon."
An officer entered and stood at attention beside her. "Keep me informed." She looked over at the officer. "Report."
"Commandant we have received an urgent call from the General's Command Carrier. They are under attack from the Scarrans, and are ordering us to break off our mission."
Her eyes darkened, in a calm voice she said, "Alert the ship as soon as I have arrived we are to go. "
The officer turned away to give the order. Grayza stared into space for a moment. "Captain Braca."
She heard him snap back over the comm angrier this time, "Yes!"
"I hope you have a good reason for your tone, Captain." She said, with the same calm, flat voice.
A silence followed then his stammering voice muttered, "Sorry.."
She cut him off. "The Scarrans are attacking the General's ship. I am taking the troops. You, Captain, are in charge until our return. I know you will have all the criminals in hand."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good." She cut her comm hating to have to leave. She walked out of the room with her offices following close behind.
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John had finally settled down. Aeryn had told him that Moya starburst out before the Command Carrier detected them. D'Argo reluctantly stayed on board because of Scorpius; who had been infuriated that they had let John go to the planet alone. They had only spent a few microts together before she left with Orin. John had asked her to promise him two things. One, she would hurry back to him and two; there would be no more good-byes. Kissing him with a passion that held more then the promises, both John and Aeryn thought of a future together forever and a day. Smiling at the memory John looked over at his guard.
"Any news?"
"No, but." the rebel was frowning. John smile disappeared. "What?"
The man moved toward the door as it exploded inward. The explosion propelled the rebel backwards slamming him into an equipment-laden table. John ducked down behind another table firing at a hoard of peacekeepers poring into the room. After several intense microts of cross firing something was thrown into the room.
To this day John could never really tell what it was, but the next thing he remembered he was lying on the floor unable to move. He looked up into the weasel face of Braca, who gloated down at him, "Rematch, Crichton. I win."
Straitening up he ordered. "Take him."
Braca watched as they carried Crichton out by the arms. Yes, one prisoner and only two more to go.