5.01 - The Fearing Mind
Chapter 8 - A Matter of Trust
(24/6/04)
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Ho-hum, here's another chapter. Once again, just in case all you eager-beaver lawyers missed it the first time round, I don't own Farscape or any of it's characters. Wish I did. Then bloody Skiffy would pay as I whore the show to every other network! Huzzah!
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"The two soldiers we sent to cleanse the Leviathan have not reported back in as they were ordered." Vwert said, striding into the room with John.
John was looking around as he was lead through this area of the colony. He had seen only another two or three Sedum, the inhabitants probably living elsewhere inside the colony. The walls looked to be made of a metal alloy, pearly-silver in colour, and there were long windows along the walls to allow people to view the ocean bed landscape. Floors were made of metal grating a couple of inches above the bottom of the tubular pipes that made up the corridors, and many high-pressured doors along the corridors gave the implication that, if part of a corridor was damaged, the rest of the colony would be quickly and easily sealed.
John turned his attention back to Vwert. "So? You want me to do something about it?"
"What we want from you is wormholes. You know the consequences."
Looking out the windows, John could see other passages in the distance. It seemed this, the bottom of the colony, was a ring, with four passages, each at ninety degrees of the other, leading into the centre. At the moment he and Vwert were walking towards the centre.
Vwert held out a hand to what appeared to be a palm lock by a door. As the Sedum pressed his palm against the surface, several thin probes shot out of the rim of the lock. Some applied pressure to his hand, his wrist. One or two cut the skin in calculated places, calculated precision so very little blood would be lost, and sucked in a little bit of the creature's blood. One other applied itself to his pulse and monitored it for a few microts.
Satisfied, the machinery withdrew itself, and the surface of the lock glowed green. The door opened.
"Now let us show you our mastery of energy." Vwert boasted, inviting John through the door.
John found himself in a huge, imposing room shaped like a dome. In the centre, about ten metres in the air, a large, metallic cylinder with engraved markings floated, bobbing slightly, and rotating at a slow speed. It emmitted constant bolts of blue energy towards the walls, exactly at the height of its centre, lighting the walls and all surfaces. When the bolts hit the walls, they were diverted upwards to the top of the dome where they all met. A small portion came back down to the cylinder, while the rest, John assumed, was used to power the colony.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" Vwert said.
"Something like that."
"Here is the perfect energy amplifier and storage unit. The cylinder was created with enough energy to last thousands of cycles, and powers the entire colony. Yet we give it a small amount back and it amplifies the energy itself! Surely a work of genius."
John turned to Vwert, reeling from the possibilities. Such a device would be able to power Earth perpetually, never mind a small colony. A clean source of indefinite power.
But would it have the amount of energy to create an impact on a cosmic scale? Would it be able to generate wormholes?
As if sensing his question, Vwert responded. "Records from this device's inception state that prototypes had enough power that, if used destructively, would be capable of wiping out a star system, creating a gravitational vortex, or more rather a black hole, in it's wake. Certainly enough to create a wormhole."
"Create one, maybe." John said. "But you've still gotta direct it."
"That's where you come in. We know you have the knowledge. And we have one you care about, and your child."
John mulled for a bit. He could still try and get out of this. He could lead the Sedum the wrong way. But it would have to be something different. He'd have to plan ahead. He could sabotage the wormhole work, but it would have to be something that would only be apparent when it was used, by which time hopefully he and Aeryn would be on their way. Otherwise they'd be killed.
But would Moya hold out until then? John knew they'd sent one team of soldiers up. What if they sent more? It was quite probable they'd do so before Moya was ready to leave, and John had to stop that from happening. He didn't care if he or Aeryn made it back to Moya, just so long as everyone was safe.
"Okay, I'll cut you a deal." John said. "I'll give you wormholes, for Aeryn and the kid."
"We had agreed that earlier." Vwert said, impatient.
"AND... the others on the Leviathan. They must be left alone to do as they wish."
"I don't have the moral right to make that decision."
"Well I can just as easily not tell you a damn thing." John said. "You won't kill me. Then we'll all be stuck down here, and you don't gain a damn thing."
"But we will kill the female invader, and the fetus in the process." Vwert said.
"No. You want wormholes enough. You'll keep them alive."
Vwert sighed. "You are most likely correct, invader."
"Then we have a deal?"
Vwert resigned himself. "Yes. We have a bond of trust, invader John Crichton."
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Probably my worst chapter yet. Please don't read and review that one! I hated it! Read and review another chapter! And visit www.savefarscape.com - it'll save the show, and the new stuff they come up with will be better than mine, and it'll be on TV!
Chapter 8 - A Matter of Trust
(24/6/04)
=========
Ho-hum, here's another chapter. Once again, just in case all you eager-beaver lawyers missed it the first time round, I don't own Farscape or any of it's characters. Wish I did. Then bloody Skiffy would pay as I whore the show to every other network! Huzzah!
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Chapter 8 - A Matter of Trust
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"The two soldiers we sent to cleanse the Leviathan have not reported back in as they were ordered." Vwert said, striding into the room with John.
John was looking around as he was lead through this area of the colony. He had seen only another two or three Sedum, the inhabitants probably living elsewhere inside the colony. The walls looked to be made of a metal alloy, pearly-silver in colour, and there were long windows along the walls to allow people to view the ocean bed landscape. Floors were made of metal grating a couple of inches above the bottom of the tubular pipes that made up the corridors, and many high-pressured doors along the corridors gave the implication that, if part of a corridor was damaged, the rest of the colony would be quickly and easily sealed.
John turned his attention back to Vwert. "So? You want me to do something about it?"
"What we want from you is wormholes. You know the consequences."
Looking out the windows, John could see other passages in the distance. It seemed this, the bottom of the colony, was a ring, with four passages, each at ninety degrees of the other, leading into the centre. At the moment he and Vwert were walking towards the centre.
Vwert held out a hand to what appeared to be a palm lock by a door. As the Sedum pressed his palm against the surface, several thin probes shot out of the rim of the lock. Some applied pressure to his hand, his wrist. One or two cut the skin in calculated places, calculated precision so very little blood would be lost, and sucked in a little bit of the creature's blood. One other applied itself to his pulse and monitored it for a few microts.
Satisfied, the machinery withdrew itself, and the surface of the lock glowed green. The door opened.
"Now let us show you our mastery of energy." Vwert boasted, inviting John through the door.
John found himself in a huge, imposing room shaped like a dome. In the centre, about ten metres in the air, a large, metallic cylinder with engraved markings floated, bobbing slightly, and rotating at a slow speed. It emmitted constant bolts of blue energy towards the walls, exactly at the height of its centre, lighting the walls and all surfaces. When the bolts hit the walls, they were diverted upwards to the top of the dome where they all met. A small portion came back down to the cylinder, while the rest, John assumed, was used to power the colony.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" Vwert said.
"Something like that."
"Here is the perfect energy amplifier and storage unit. The cylinder was created with enough energy to last thousands of cycles, and powers the entire colony. Yet we give it a small amount back and it amplifies the energy itself! Surely a work of genius."
John turned to Vwert, reeling from the possibilities. Such a device would be able to power Earth perpetually, never mind a small colony. A clean source of indefinite power.
But would it have the amount of energy to create an impact on a cosmic scale? Would it be able to generate wormholes?
As if sensing his question, Vwert responded. "Records from this device's inception state that prototypes had enough power that, if used destructively, would be capable of wiping out a star system, creating a gravitational vortex, or more rather a black hole, in it's wake. Certainly enough to create a wormhole."
"Create one, maybe." John said. "But you've still gotta direct it."
"That's where you come in. We know you have the knowledge. And we have one you care about, and your child."
John mulled for a bit. He could still try and get out of this. He could lead the Sedum the wrong way. But it would have to be something different. He'd have to plan ahead. He could sabotage the wormhole work, but it would have to be something that would only be apparent when it was used, by which time hopefully he and Aeryn would be on their way. Otherwise they'd be killed.
But would Moya hold out until then? John knew they'd sent one team of soldiers up. What if they sent more? It was quite probable they'd do so before Moya was ready to leave, and John had to stop that from happening. He didn't care if he or Aeryn made it back to Moya, just so long as everyone was safe.
"Okay, I'll cut you a deal." John said. "I'll give you wormholes, for Aeryn and the kid."
"We had agreed that earlier." Vwert said, impatient.
"AND... the others on the Leviathan. They must be left alone to do as they wish."
"I don't have the moral right to make that decision."
"Well I can just as easily not tell you a damn thing." John said. "You won't kill me. Then we'll all be stuck down here, and you don't gain a damn thing."
"But we will kill the female invader, and the fetus in the process." Vwert said.
"No. You want wormholes enough. You'll keep them alive."
Vwert sighed. "You are most likely correct, invader."
"Then we have a deal?"
Vwert resigned himself. "Yes. We have a bond of trust, invader John Crichton."
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Probably my worst chapter yet. Please don't read and review that one! I hated it! Read and review another chapter! And visit www.savefarscape.com - it'll save the show, and the new stuff they come up with will be better than mine, and it'll be on TV!
