By Mithborien of The Insanities
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Disclaimer: Farscape belongs to the Jim Henson Company and those soulless bastards at the SciFi Channel (sorry, see the end for the reason of that comment), rather than belonging me, if it belonged to me it would still be on the air and running strong.
Setting: Sometime in Season 2, let's say just before the Liars, Guns and Money trilogy when Zhaan was still alive and everybody was just a little bit crazy.
Spoilers: Up to season 2 unless something goes horribly wrong.
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"Anything interesting?"
Darth Sus looked up as Mithborien walked into command, then shook her head.
"Nope," she replied. "Nothing but the cold vast reaches of space. The mind numbing tedium of constant blackness."
"That's nice." Mithborien sat down and stared out a porthole.
"The inky expanse of the universe-"
"Okay."
"The boredom of ever surrounding darkness-"
"I said okay!"
Darth Sus sniffed and said, "I was just trying to relieve the monotony."
"Three days with only you two to keep company with is enough to drive anyone crazy," Jynethe announced as she too, entered command. "Except in our case we'd just loop back to normal again and who'd want that."
"Too true," agreed Darth Sus.
"Too bored."
Mithborien was still looking out the porthole when suddenly there was a flash of blue light. Her jaw dropped open and she mouthed what looked suspiciously like, "Holy frell."
Jynethe and Darth Sus both looked up and asked, "What?"
They glared at each other before turning back to Mithborien. Still not saying a word she scrambled to her feet and pressed a button on a control panel. The main view screen flickered into life and showed a giant ship gliding through space before them. Flickers of blue lighting still played around its main body as what appeared to be its two main wings settled and stopped moving.
"OmiGod," breathed Darth Sus. "That's… that's…"
"That's Moya!" Mithborien finally managed to get out through the giant grin on her face. "We're in… we're in Farscape."
"Farscape?" Jynethe asked confused.
"No, wait it'd have to be the Uncharteds."
"The Uncharteds?"
"The Uncharted Territories." Mithborien paused. "Well, actually they're not really uncharted. I mean they're littered with commerce planets, colonies, the like but the PeaceKeepers have no jurisdiction here, hence the name."
"Uhh." Jynethe looked to Darth Sus.
"Trust me, she really does know all this stuff," Darth Sus replied.
"That's not what I meant. What's Moya?"
"Who actually," Mithborien corrected, still looking avidly at the ship.
"She's a Leviathan," Darth Sus said. "It's where-"
"We have to get on board," Mithborien interrupted, tapping a few controls.
"Oh, definitely. I have to meet Chiana."
"Hey, I wanna meet Crichton… ooh, wait, won't he recognise the Tardis?"
"Relax," Darth Sus said also pressing a few buttons. "I just changed the outside of our ship. He won't recognise her."
"How did you know how to do that?"
"Sprout told me."
"Oh."
"Guys, what's going on?" Jynethe asked, plainly miffed because she was being ignored.
"Okay, Moya's docking web just locked onto us and we are being towed aboard. Let's go."
"Where?" wailed Jynethe.
"Onboard," said Darth Sus as she grabbed Jynethe's arm and dragged her after the departing Mithborien. "We'll explain on the way."
After what seemed like no time at all, the three Insanities slowly stepped out of the Tardis and into Moya's landing bay, Jynethe now sufficiently knowing enough about all things Farscape.
"This is cool!" said Mithborien.
Glowing bronze walls flowed outward from the huge floor. Benches and various crates were placed at the edges while in front of the three was a sleek black Prowler and a smooth white module with the 'United States' stamped on the side. Aside from those two ships and the Tardis everything else had a distinctly organic feel to it.
"Where is everyone?" Darth Sus finally asked.
"I don't know," Mithborien said, slightly confused. "Someone should be here by now. Surely Pilot would have notified them and D'Argo and Aeryn are suspicious enough to get here right away."
"So where are they?"
Mithborien shrugged.
"Uh, guys, do you hear that?" Jynethe asked.
"Hear what?" the other two replied.
It was at that exact moment that the distinct echoing of approaching footsteps could be heard.
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[Cue Farscape's credits music]
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Dun dun dun.
Who will the footsteps belong to? Any suggestions? Can't say I'll listen to them.
Dun de dun dun.
Di do di do di do Dun!
Shut up, Mithborien.
I can help it, man. It's FARSCAPE!
AND THEY CANCELLED IT, THOSE S*** OF B******, HOW DARE THEY, BEST FRELLING SHOW IN THE UNIVERSE AND THEY TAKE IT OFF-
Sorry, the author has issues due to the lack of her sorely missed favourite show.