5.01 - The Fearing Mind
Chapter 10 - The Art Of Diplomacy
(15/6/03)
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Well, it's been over a week, and I do want to get to the good bits of this virtual season 5 fan-fic series (trust me, there are good bits!). Once again, I do not own Farscape, it's likeness or characters and whatnot. Now that that's out of the way...
Oh yes, and I'm going to start a little plot-thread here that will continue throughout the season and hopefully tie up some things from season three and four. See if you can spot it...
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Chapter 10 - The Art Of Diplimacy
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"Let us out of here, invaders!" Nas shouted, pounding his body against the metal bars of the prison doors that had been added to Moya, when she was once a prisoner transport vessel. "You will pay for your desecration!"
D'Argo merely watched on. Scorpius had been able to break out of these makeshift prisons, and he wasn't taking any chances. He had experienced how powerful these creatures, these Sedum, were.
Rygel had checked this cell thoroughly - he had always been the one to find ways out, even in Peacekeeper confinement. Best to have the experienced perform the job. After that, Rygel, Noranti and even Stark had gone to a nearby chamber to discuss tactics, how to combat any more of these Sedum if they arrived, and whether these creatures held any information about John and Aeryn's fate. And if they did, should they stay and try and find their friends, or was it too risky?
As captain, D'Argo was kept up to date with the meeting by a constant holo-projection provided by Elack's DRD, which Crichton had oddly nicknamed Eighteentwelve. Pilot, still recovering, would also be listening in. They could all provide input if necessary, yet D'Argo continued his guard.
Best to have the experienced perform the job.
As for the blind Chiana? She had never left D'Argo's side. They were both sitting on the floor, Chiana resting her head on D'Argo's shoulder.
Inside the cell, the one called Nas went back to the side of the other. They had both awakened and immediately demanded release. D'Argo knew from experience that that never worked.
"Ert, we have to think of a way out of this confinement." Nas said, his face splitting open. D'Argo had seen Nas do that once or twice before, and had no idea what it meant.
"We agree." Ert said. "However, our sacred mission comes before our freedom. The pure soul of the innocent is worth more than the soiled soul of a soldier."
"Indeed, yet we must free ourselves to free her."
"We can offer no information to the invaders. Doing such a thing would fail our mission and our people."
"Then the only thing we can do is persevere."
And with that, both Nas and Ert rammed themselves against the bars, again trying to escape, and shouting insults and threats with a religious fervour.
After a while, D'Argo became accustomed to watching their futile exercise.
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In the meeting room just up the corridor, the three of them could still hear the clanging of the doors as the two Sedum captives tried to force their way through, with no result.
"Right, so far we have no idea as to whether John and Aeryn are dead." Noranti stated for about the tenth time.
"I saw them." Rygel said. "I was with D'Argo and Chiana. They were shot, and turned into those pebbles. You can't bring them back from pebbles!"
Noranti sighed. "DRDs have checked the craft those two Sedum came aboard in. It had a most peculiar weapon, requiring a large amount of energy and capable of bending space on a quantum scale."
Stark fidgeted. "So this weapon could be capable of transporting matter?"
"No." Noranti said, plainly. "Pilot has helped me with this, but I believe that they create a series of disruptions, possibly like a wormhole, only on a much smaller scale and with a pre-set destination."
"So what are you saying?" Rygel asked. "John and Aeryn were sucked away by loads of tiny wormholes?"
"Yes." Noranti said. "That would explain the pebbles. Each pebble represents a wormhole, the gravity and atmospheric pressures causing a mass of other matter to gravitate towards it and stick together. Of course, John and Aeryn were in the middle and would have been sucked in."
"So where are they?" Stark said.
Noranti scratched her forehead, or more rather her third eye. "I don't quite know." she said. "These people have the ability to create wormholes, yet the power indicates that another exit wormhole would have to have been created, so the wormholes could gravitate and link to each other. Natural wormholes in space, John once said, are part of a series, or a network."
"Yes, but Crichton also mentioned other realities, unrealized realities, remember?" Rygel said. "We were there! Earth, when he was a youth?"
"But any other unrealized reality may not have been activating a wormhole in the local vicinity at that time." Noranti said. "It may be possible that they're still on this planet, possibly in the local area."
"But how would we find them?" Rygel said. "This planet is all water!"
"Speaking of which..." Stark said, "We have not discussed whether to stay or leave when Moya recovers."
"That is something for our captain to decide..." Noranti said, looking worried about D'Argo's condition. He had been quite silent since returning.
"And what do we do about our captives?" Rygel said darkly. "Interrogate them, threaten them?"
"Threats will get you nowhere." Noranti commented. "They are religious zealots. If we threatened them with death, they would not budge, happy with the knowledge they will go to paradise when they die. Of course, when they did die and discovered death was nothing like they imagined, they'd be begging to return. By which point it would be too late..."
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Yep, time to play "spot the loose plot twist"!!! I hope you didn't spot it, it's gonna be fun building it up (cue evil laugh). I wanted to try and explain my theory on the physics behind John and Aeryn being captured, but know I probably didn't succeed. Anyhow, please read and review, and if you want to save Farscape and get a fifth season produced (which would be at least ten times better than mine, and it'd be on TV and all too!) head on over to www.savefarscape.com
Chapter 10 - The Art Of Diplomacy
(15/6/03)
=========
Well, it's been over a week, and I do want to get to the good bits of this virtual season 5 fan-fic series (trust me, there are good bits!). Once again, I do not own Farscape, it's likeness or characters and whatnot. Now that that's out of the way...
Oh yes, and I'm going to start a little plot-thread here that will continue throughout the season and hopefully tie up some things from season three and four. See if you can spot it...
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Chapter 10 - The Art Of Diplimacy
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"Let us out of here, invaders!" Nas shouted, pounding his body against the metal bars of the prison doors that had been added to Moya, when she was once a prisoner transport vessel. "You will pay for your desecration!"
D'Argo merely watched on. Scorpius had been able to break out of these makeshift prisons, and he wasn't taking any chances. He had experienced how powerful these creatures, these Sedum, were.
Rygel had checked this cell thoroughly - he had always been the one to find ways out, even in Peacekeeper confinement. Best to have the experienced perform the job. After that, Rygel, Noranti and even Stark had gone to a nearby chamber to discuss tactics, how to combat any more of these Sedum if they arrived, and whether these creatures held any information about John and Aeryn's fate. And if they did, should they stay and try and find their friends, or was it too risky?
As captain, D'Argo was kept up to date with the meeting by a constant holo-projection provided by Elack's DRD, which Crichton had oddly nicknamed Eighteentwelve. Pilot, still recovering, would also be listening in. They could all provide input if necessary, yet D'Argo continued his guard.
Best to have the experienced perform the job.
As for the blind Chiana? She had never left D'Argo's side. They were both sitting on the floor, Chiana resting her head on D'Argo's shoulder.
Inside the cell, the one called Nas went back to the side of the other. They had both awakened and immediately demanded release. D'Argo knew from experience that that never worked.
"Ert, we have to think of a way out of this confinement." Nas said, his face splitting open. D'Argo had seen Nas do that once or twice before, and had no idea what it meant.
"We agree." Ert said. "However, our sacred mission comes before our freedom. The pure soul of the innocent is worth more than the soiled soul of a soldier."
"Indeed, yet we must free ourselves to free her."
"We can offer no information to the invaders. Doing such a thing would fail our mission and our people."
"Then the only thing we can do is persevere."
And with that, both Nas and Ert rammed themselves against the bars, again trying to escape, and shouting insults and threats with a religious fervour.
After a while, D'Argo became accustomed to watching their futile exercise.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
In the meeting room just up the corridor, the three of them could still hear the clanging of the doors as the two Sedum captives tried to force their way through, with no result.
"Right, so far we have no idea as to whether John and Aeryn are dead." Noranti stated for about the tenth time.
"I saw them." Rygel said. "I was with D'Argo and Chiana. They were shot, and turned into those pebbles. You can't bring them back from pebbles!"
Noranti sighed. "DRDs have checked the craft those two Sedum came aboard in. It had a most peculiar weapon, requiring a large amount of energy and capable of bending space on a quantum scale."
Stark fidgeted. "So this weapon could be capable of transporting matter?"
"No." Noranti said, plainly. "Pilot has helped me with this, but I believe that they create a series of disruptions, possibly like a wormhole, only on a much smaller scale and with a pre-set destination."
"So what are you saying?" Rygel asked. "John and Aeryn were sucked away by loads of tiny wormholes?"
"Yes." Noranti said. "That would explain the pebbles. Each pebble represents a wormhole, the gravity and atmospheric pressures causing a mass of other matter to gravitate towards it and stick together. Of course, John and Aeryn were in the middle and would have been sucked in."
"So where are they?" Stark said.
Noranti scratched her forehead, or more rather her third eye. "I don't quite know." she said. "These people have the ability to create wormholes, yet the power indicates that another exit wormhole would have to have been created, so the wormholes could gravitate and link to each other. Natural wormholes in space, John once said, are part of a series, or a network."
"Yes, but Crichton also mentioned other realities, unrealized realities, remember?" Rygel said. "We were there! Earth, when he was a youth?"
"But any other unrealized reality may not have been activating a wormhole in the local vicinity at that time." Noranti said. "It may be possible that they're still on this planet, possibly in the local area."
"But how would we find them?" Rygel said. "This planet is all water!"
"Speaking of which..." Stark said, "We have not discussed whether to stay or leave when Moya recovers."
"That is something for our captain to decide..." Noranti said, looking worried about D'Argo's condition. He had been quite silent since returning.
"And what do we do about our captives?" Rygel said darkly. "Interrogate them, threaten them?"
"Threats will get you nowhere." Noranti commented. "They are religious zealots. If we threatened them with death, they would not budge, happy with the knowledge they will go to paradise when they die. Of course, when they did die and discovered death was nothing like they imagined, they'd be begging to return. By which point it would be too late..."
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Yep, time to play "spot the loose plot twist"!!! I hope you didn't spot it, it's gonna be fun building it up (cue evil laugh). I wanted to try and explain my theory on the physics behind John and Aeryn being captured, but know I probably didn't succeed. Anyhow, please read and review, and if you want to save Farscape and get a fifth season produced (which would be at least ten times better than mine, and it'd be on TV and all too!) head on over to www.savefarscape.com
