5.01 - The Fearing Mind
Chapter 12 - Brothers In Arms
(15/8/03)
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I really should update this more often. I have the main arc of this virtual season planned - just you wait to see what happens (evil laugh).
Anyway, I do not own Farscape, any of the characters or whatnot portrayed within, and all situations, conversations and so on are purely fictitious, and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. And if you do lead a life like Crichton's you have my utmost sympathy :D
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Chapter 11 - Brothers In Arms
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"Stark, hurry up!" D'Argo yelled at the ex-Bannik slave. "We haven't got all day!"
A tired, troubled Stark emerged through the doorway into Moya's hangar, clearly stressed over the impetuous Luxan. "What makes you think we can pilot that thing? And that we'll find anything anyway?"
"Noranti's theory."
"You weren't even there!"
"Crichton's beloved Eighteentwelve kept me up to date."
"And what about piloting the craft?"
D'Argo sighed. "I've looked inside it - seems to be a pretty familiar system."
"But... but why ME?"
"You came up with the plan to save my son from the Shadow Depository." D'Argo said. "And I saw you fight at the Gammak Base. I know you have at least some mivonks."
D'Argo strode over to the Sedum craft, the sleek black shape pulled back like a cloak left by Nas and Ert, Stark following him.
"Besides..." D'Argo said, a smile on his face. "We have a few arns before Moya is recovered fully to move herself. We may as well see if our new ship is useful."
"You're using that as an excuse?!?"
"To Chiana, yes." D'Argo replied. "You know she wouldn't let me go otherwise."
"But really we're going to see if we can find where it came from, hmm?"
"Well D'UH!!!" D'Argo said, using an Earth expression he had heard numerous times on Crichton's home world. He still wasn't sure what it meant.
The two of them entered the craft, the odd blue setting inside. "Here." D'Argo said, passing Stark a weapon. "Pulse rifle, fully charged."
"Good, good..."
Next, D'Argo passed two small spheres. "Noranti whipped this up - full of a gas which will knock out any species, EXCEPT for Luxans and Stykera."
"That includes John and Aeryn, right?"
"If we find them. And lastly, the goggles to see in the dark."
D'Argo passed one to Stark, who looked at it feebly. "It only fits over one eye, and I'm missing that one!"
D'Argo just looked blankly. "Oh, erm... sorry?"
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The craft flew smoothly out of Moya's open hatch - slightly bobbing thanks to D'Argo's inexperience.
"You're clear of Moya now." Pilot commed in, still in pains from the separation from Moya. "Good luck with the test flight, captain D'Argo."
"Thank you Pilot." D'Argo said, closing the comms. "Now..." he said, looking over to Stark. "Let's see what this thing can do."
D'Argo pushed forward on both the sticks the ship seemed to use for piloting, and the craft suddenly accelerated to dizzying levels. The roar of the engines behind them was deafening, while G-forces pushed both members of the crew back into their seats.
"How far away from Moya are we?" D'Argo said against the strain after a moment.
"At least two thousand metras." Stark replied.
"Good. Then they won't see us do this." D'Argo said, quickly checking his restraint harness. "Fasten yourself in."
"Erm..." Stark said, feeling for his, but couldn't find it. "Why?"
He looked forward to see D'Argo was diving the ship straight down into the water. "D'Argo! You're going to kill us!" he shouted, fumbling for his seatbelt even more. "D'Argo!!!"
The ship plunged under the water, and the sudden deceleration caused D'Argo to fly forward, but his restraint harness kept him in his seat.
Stark, on the other hand, flew into the protective glass portal, his head threatening to crack it, then slid down.
"That went about as well as planned." D'Argo said, as Stark feebly regained himself and got back into his seat.
"We're still alive... still alive..." Stark kept mumbling. "And the ship has not succumbed to the water."
"I noticed it was wet when on Moya." D'Argo said. "This whole planet is covered with ocean, which makes me think it came from UNDER it. There!"
"What?" Stark asked, noticing that D'Argo was pointing at a display on the control console. There, he saw a dot in the centre, which he presumed was the ship, and underneath a much larger body. "What's that?"
"Only one way to find out..." D'Argo said, accelerating the ship.
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Ho-hum. I really need to finish this story off so I can get onto the better ones I have planned. As usual, check out www.savefarscape.com
Chapter 12 - Brothers In Arms
(15/8/03)
=========
I really should update this more often. I have the main arc of this virtual season planned - just you wait to see what happens (evil laugh).
Anyway, I do not own Farscape, any of the characters or whatnot portrayed within, and all situations, conversations and so on are purely fictitious, and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. And if you do lead a life like Crichton's you have my utmost sympathy :D
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Chapter 11 - Brothers In Arms
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"Stark, hurry up!" D'Argo yelled at the ex-Bannik slave. "We haven't got all day!"
A tired, troubled Stark emerged through the doorway into Moya's hangar, clearly stressed over the impetuous Luxan. "What makes you think we can pilot that thing? And that we'll find anything anyway?"
"Noranti's theory."
"You weren't even there!"
"Crichton's beloved Eighteentwelve kept me up to date."
"And what about piloting the craft?"
D'Argo sighed. "I've looked inside it - seems to be a pretty familiar system."
"But... but why ME?"
"You came up with the plan to save my son from the Shadow Depository." D'Argo said. "And I saw you fight at the Gammak Base. I know you have at least some mivonks."
D'Argo strode over to the Sedum craft, the sleek black shape pulled back like a cloak left by Nas and Ert, Stark following him.
"Besides..." D'Argo said, a smile on his face. "We have a few arns before Moya is recovered fully to move herself. We may as well see if our new ship is useful."
"You're using that as an excuse?!?"
"To Chiana, yes." D'Argo replied. "You know she wouldn't let me go otherwise."
"But really we're going to see if we can find where it came from, hmm?"
"Well D'UH!!!" D'Argo said, using an Earth expression he had heard numerous times on Crichton's home world. He still wasn't sure what it meant.
The two of them entered the craft, the odd blue setting inside. "Here." D'Argo said, passing Stark a weapon. "Pulse rifle, fully charged."
"Good, good..."
Next, D'Argo passed two small spheres. "Noranti whipped this up - full of a gas which will knock out any species, EXCEPT for Luxans and Stykera."
"That includes John and Aeryn, right?"
"If we find them. And lastly, the goggles to see in the dark."
D'Argo passed one to Stark, who looked at it feebly. "It only fits over one eye, and I'm missing that one!"
D'Argo just looked blankly. "Oh, erm... sorry?"
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The craft flew smoothly out of Moya's open hatch - slightly bobbing thanks to D'Argo's inexperience.
"You're clear of Moya now." Pilot commed in, still in pains from the separation from Moya. "Good luck with the test flight, captain D'Argo."
"Thank you Pilot." D'Argo said, closing the comms. "Now..." he said, looking over to Stark. "Let's see what this thing can do."
D'Argo pushed forward on both the sticks the ship seemed to use for piloting, and the craft suddenly accelerated to dizzying levels. The roar of the engines behind them was deafening, while G-forces pushed both members of the crew back into their seats.
"How far away from Moya are we?" D'Argo said against the strain after a moment.
"At least two thousand metras." Stark replied.
"Good. Then they won't see us do this." D'Argo said, quickly checking his restraint harness. "Fasten yourself in."
"Erm..." Stark said, feeling for his, but couldn't find it. "Why?"
He looked forward to see D'Argo was diving the ship straight down into the water. "D'Argo! You're going to kill us!" he shouted, fumbling for his seatbelt even more. "D'Argo!!!"
The ship plunged under the water, and the sudden deceleration caused D'Argo to fly forward, but his restraint harness kept him in his seat.
Stark, on the other hand, flew into the protective glass portal, his head threatening to crack it, then slid down.
"That went about as well as planned." D'Argo said, as Stark feebly regained himself and got back into his seat.
"We're still alive... still alive..." Stark kept mumbling. "And the ship has not succumbed to the water."
"I noticed it was wet when on Moya." D'Argo said. "This whole planet is covered with ocean, which makes me think it came from UNDER it. There!"
"What?" Stark asked, noticing that D'Argo was pointing at a display on the control console. There, he saw a dot in the centre, which he presumed was the ship, and underneath a much larger body. "What's that?"
"Only one way to find out..." D'Argo said, accelerating the ship.
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Ho-hum. I really need to finish this story off so I can get onto the better ones I have planned. As usual, check out www.savefarscape.com
