By Mithborien of The Insanities
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Yes, the Insanities are back, or at least one of them is but I think others have every intention of coming back as well. Sorry about the *ahem* six month break, we had issues, like school and homework and slacking off and homework. But we're back or as stated before at least one of us is… And if you still don't know who we are, check out our Bio, it'll explain all.
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Part Two
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The Insanities stood huddled together in a protective group as the footsteps drew nearer. Although to be perfectly honest they had as much chance of protecting each other as a food cube had against Rygel. But then since when are we honest.
"Uh, just a thought," Jynethe said quickly. "We have no idea who that's gonna be, friend or enemy. Shouldn't we hide?"
Mithborien glanced at Darth Sus and before Jynethe could ask again they both rolled way to hide, leaving Jynethe standing alone in the middle of the docking bay.
"You guys are supposed to be my friends, god damn it," Jynethe wailed as she too belatedly ducked down behind a stack of crates.
"Omi God," Mithborien whispered back.
"Whatever!"
"Shut up," Darth Sus admonished as the door light clicked green and the panel swung open.
A familiar growl echoed through the bay, and The Insanities pressed further back into their hiding places a tall alien with tentacles and a frelling big sword came into view.
"Who's that?" Jynethe asked in fear.
"Ka D'Argo," Mithborien whispered back.
"He has tentacles!"
"Tenkas actually, but that's neither here nor there."
"No but he is."
"Ya."
D'Argo uttered a string of unintelligible syllables, punctuated by deep growls, still prowling around the bay.
"Uh oh, no translator microbes," Darth Sus hissed.
"Yo, D, what up?" a new voice asked, this time in an American accent and perfectly understandable.
Mithborien's face lit up in a smile. "Crichton." [The author may have a small crush but then who wouldn't… he has a gun and leather pants… what more could you want?]
D'Argo replied in a couple more growls and the Insanities saw Crichton nod and draw his pulse pistol.
"Who ever you are, just come out and no one will get hurt. We don't want any trouble."
D'Argo muttered something under his breath.
"Shut up, D'Argo," Crichton told him. "Don't listen to the Luxan," he shouted out. "And whatever you heard, don't worry, that's not physically possible."
Jynethe gulped.
Mithborien sighed. "Oh well, he'll sniff us out eventually." She stood up, ignoring Jynethe and Darth Sus's frantic attempts to pull her back down. "We're here but DON'T SHOOT!" She shouted the last two words as the butt of a qualta rifle and pulse pistol was aimed in her direction.
D'Argo growled something at her to which Crichton echoed with, "Yeah, answer the question."
Mithborien paused, looked furtively around her before admitting, "I can't, I don't understand him."
D'Argo growled something at her again.
Mithborien frowned. "What part of I don't understand you, don't you OW!" She hopped away from the protection of the crates and away from a buzzing little DRD who had just injected her with what she dearly hoped were translator microbes. Two other consecutive exclamations of pain told her Jynethe and Darth Sus had also been injected.
D'Argo started growling again but this time the sounds petered out into, "…who the hezmana are you?"
"My name is Mithborien and this is Darth Sus and Jynethe," she said quickly.
"Your invisible friends?" Crichton asked and Mithborien realised Darth Sus and Jynethe were still in hiding. One swift kick took care of that.
"Right," Crichton sighed as all three came into view. "What the hell are you three doing on Moya and what do you want?"
"Well," Darth Sus began, "We're travellers and well, we saw your Leviathan and well, we've all heard off you guys, you know, the escaped prisoners and well, we decided to say hello and a thumbs up cause you know, you guys are great." She grinned.
"What kind of a freakin' explanation is that," Jynethe hissed.
Crichton and D'Argo paused, looked at each other and then turned back to the Insanities.
"At least they're not critters."
"I don't want to know what they are."
"And at least they're not critters."
"They could turn into critters."
"Point."
Crichton turned to them. "Okay, you guys don't look dangerous."
"Right," Mithborien agreed.
"But I said that about T'raltixx so until we figure out who you guys are, you're getting locked in a cell."
All three Insanities burst out into protests and shouted a few as well but if you didn't know over six odd foot of Luxan is pretty hard to protest against, especially when one is dragging you along a pretty frictionless floor where digging in your heels is pretty much impossible.
Crichton palmed the cell door shut and leaned in on the grating. "You guys can stay in here until we can get a chance to talk. Uh uh uh." He held up his pulse pistol. "Wynonna gets annoyed when people start complaining and I really don't give a rat's eema who you are at the moment or what the current Jerry Springer alien talk topic is today."
"Jerry Springer?" D'Argo asked, wrinkling his nose.
Crichton shook his head. "Entertainment. Chat show. Mud wrestling, divorces and drag queens." Crichton paused. "This crew'll fit right in."
"What the frell?"
"Never mind, that's neither here nor there." The human turned back to the Insanities. "Moya's having a couple of problems. When those are sorted out, we'll be back. Ciao."
Both he and D'Argo then disappeared out of view, leaving a lone DRD to guard the door.
Jynethe frowned. "Who is that guy? He's crazy."
"He's Crichton," Mithborien explained. "He had every right to be. He's been through a lot and trust me, that wasn't crazy for him."
"Well this sucks," Darth Sus said. "What are we supposed to do now that we are stuck in a cell?"
Mithborien shrugged. "Wait for something to happen?"
Just then the huge ship shuddered and a pounding echoed through the tier, The Insanities were thrown to the ground as the Leviathan rolled from side to side then everything calmed to a stop.
Mithborien sat up rubbing her head. "I didn't mean that," she wailed.
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[Cue first ad break and mind numbing suspense until next instalment.]
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Hey, one can hope… and yeah I know it's not that good but it's been awhile.
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HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS!
IT'S BACK!
Or getting there… Post production actually.
*pumps fist in air*
Farscape is back for a mini series, mind you only four eps but its four more than we had before.
WOO HOO!
My obsession had meaning again.