*~*DISCLAIMER!!!*~* I lay claim to Solaris, and that's it. Anything else in here's strictly copyrighted by the creators and producers of Farscape! I love the show, I hope it continues or else everyone will see a PRETTY PISSED OFF GIRLIE RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!
Twirling her pulse pistol, Solaris ran her way down the corridors of Moya, heading her way to the cargo hangar as quickly as possible. *D'Argo BETTER BE THERE, or else I am going to be one UNHAPPY Sebacean-humanoid...* Head and eyes kept straight ahead, she barely managed to miss Rygel out for his morning hover, floating right about eye level to the teen.
"MOVE IT BUCKWHEAT!" she cried, swatting at the Dominar in annoyance.
"You know, just because you're your father's daughter doesn't mean you can treat me with such insults! Such childish behavior! Such-- URK!"
Grasping his scrawny little neck, Solaris leaned close to the tiny tyrant, his froggy Hynerian face inches away from her humanoid one, a large enough gap where she swung Ol' Winona. "Listen Buckwheat, I have to meet D'Argo in the shuttle bay. Now, unless you want your head blown halfway to Sebaceia, then I'd get outta the way if I were you." Throwing him backward, Solaris was tempted to shoot him anyway, but decided against it.
The reptilian alien tried to maneuver his hover chair from the force of the push, but ultimately failed as he crashed into the wall of the long hall. Groaning, the Hynerian cursed in his own language at her, which, due to some oddly weird happenings around her birth, she could decrypt with the blink of an eye. "You good for nothing Scarran fodder!!!!"
OK, THAT did it. Ol' Winona snapped into action, a pulse blast arching from the end of its nozzle.
Screaming and trying to feel for his head with his scrawny little arms, Rygel was amazed to find that his head was still attached.
Snorting, Solaris muffled her laughter as she continued to run towards the cargo bay, calling over her shoulder, " I don't have time to play with you Sparky, so go back to your kiddie pen and play with all the other tots."
"EXACTLY LIKE YOUR FATHER!" screamed the former ruler, starting up his hoverchair again. It sprung to life, powering up for use as the former ruler began to hover a couple feet in the air.
However, when he had thought the young woman had completely missed him with her pulse blast, he was dead wrong. As he hovered in the air, he trailed quite a bit of smog behind him; his eyebrows still smoking.
*~~~~~*~~~~~*
"D'Argo, you in here man?"
"Yeah! Lara! I'm here!" the Luxan replied, his friendly voice coming from beneath his beloved ship, the Lo'La. "What's on your mind?"
"It's..." she hesitated, remembering how still it was so difficult for her and for the rest of the crew of Moya to talk about her parents' deaths. "It's... kind of personal, and I wanted to talk to someone who wouldn't comment on it for half an arn before I finished."
Ka D'Argo grinned from underneath the ship, his tenkas swinging slightly from his head moving up and down. "Wanting to talk to someone who wasn't Chiana I suppose."
"Well... YEAH. From the people I can actually TALK TO on Moya, it's either you, Chiana, or Pilot. Chiana talks WAYYYY too much and makes comments on every single word you say, and Pilot his to focus his attentions on Moya, and her welfare." She scowled. "And talking to Rygel? FRELL that!"
Laughing, the tall Luxan scooted the wheeled board he was laying on out, and got up, brushing off the dust and dirt that had collected on the front of his usual red garbs. As he stood in front of her, Solaris couldn't imagine EVER being even REMOTELY as tell as her Luxan friend. After all, at 5'6 1/2", and D'Argo closer to 7 feet... he made her feel like Rygel. TINY.
"Lara, what's on your mind?"
Solaris smiled at the nickname. "D'Argo, I've... been having these weird type dreams..."
"Waaiiit a second. Dreams? Or visions?"
"D'Argo, they could be either one; I don't know! That's why I wanted to talk to you." She hesitated, unsure on how to go on. "D'Argo, you've been friends with my family since my dad shot through the wormhole, and landed on Moya. It's not... easy... for me to ask you something like this, but... D'Argo, how'd my parents die?"
He sighed, slowly closing his eyes for the sake of remembering. Eyes almost growing tears, he started his reply slowly. "I don't... I don't think that's a good idea right now, Solaris."
Solaris's eyes went wide at her full first name. D'Argo never called her that; he always called her "Lara". Suspicious, the young woman played with her chestnut hair, her blue eyes inquiring. "Why not?"
"I... I don't think even I have come to terms with it..."
"Come on, D'Argo! No one on this frelling ship will tell me how they DIED!" Her words cut through the air like a knife. "How am I supposed to know what happened if you won't tell me a frelling thing?!"
"I wish I could, Solaris. I really wish I could..."
"THEN TELL ME! Don't keep me in the dark as you did Jothee when he had to stay behind--"
"Wait." That one word was a shockwave through the teen's ears, paralyzing her in mid-sentence.
D'Argo, his face masked with anger and concern, demanded, "How did you know about Jothee?"
She waved it off. "You've said his name, at times, and that he was your son."
"But how... how did you know that he was always left behind?" His words were hard and cold, alienating the human-Sabaceanoid.
"I... I don't know..." Solaris froze, running through her memories to try and figure out a way she had known something that was before her time. "D'Argo, I don't--"
The pain came from nowhere. Torrential waves of pain exploded in her brain, causing her knees to buckle, and to fall to the floor, screaming in pain. The pain was massive; greater than she had ever experienced before.
All the while, images played across her brain of memories of distant past. Her mother, injected with Pilot's DNA; her father, sitting in the Aurora Chair, screaming in pain as memories were ripped from his brain; kisses, fights, passion, rage. Solaris never knew what had hit her, and never felt the impact as her vision dimmed to black, falling backwards straight into D'Argo's arms, unconscious.
Twirling her pulse pistol, Solaris ran her way down the corridors of Moya, heading her way to the cargo hangar as quickly as possible. *D'Argo BETTER BE THERE, or else I am going to be one UNHAPPY Sebacean-humanoid...* Head and eyes kept straight ahead, she barely managed to miss Rygel out for his morning hover, floating right about eye level to the teen.
"MOVE IT BUCKWHEAT!" she cried, swatting at the Dominar in annoyance.
"You know, just because you're your father's daughter doesn't mean you can treat me with such insults! Such childish behavior! Such-- URK!"
Grasping his scrawny little neck, Solaris leaned close to the tiny tyrant, his froggy Hynerian face inches away from her humanoid one, a large enough gap where she swung Ol' Winona. "Listen Buckwheat, I have to meet D'Argo in the shuttle bay. Now, unless you want your head blown halfway to Sebaceia, then I'd get outta the way if I were you." Throwing him backward, Solaris was tempted to shoot him anyway, but decided against it.
The reptilian alien tried to maneuver his hover chair from the force of the push, but ultimately failed as he crashed into the wall of the long hall. Groaning, the Hynerian cursed in his own language at her, which, due to some oddly weird happenings around her birth, she could decrypt with the blink of an eye. "You good for nothing Scarran fodder!!!!"
OK, THAT did it. Ol' Winona snapped into action, a pulse blast arching from the end of its nozzle.
Screaming and trying to feel for his head with his scrawny little arms, Rygel was amazed to find that his head was still attached.
Snorting, Solaris muffled her laughter as she continued to run towards the cargo bay, calling over her shoulder, " I don't have time to play with you Sparky, so go back to your kiddie pen and play with all the other tots."
"EXACTLY LIKE YOUR FATHER!" screamed the former ruler, starting up his hoverchair again. It sprung to life, powering up for use as the former ruler began to hover a couple feet in the air.
However, when he had thought the young woman had completely missed him with her pulse blast, he was dead wrong. As he hovered in the air, he trailed quite a bit of smog behind him; his eyebrows still smoking.
*~~~~~*~~~~~*
"D'Argo, you in here man?"
"Yeah! Lara! I'm here!" the Luxan replied, his friendly voice coming from beneath his beloved ship, the Lo'La. "What's on your mind?"
"It's..." she hesitated, remembering how still it was so difficult for her and for the rest of the crew of Moya to talk about her parents' deaths. "It's... kind of personal, and I wanted to talk to someone who wouldn't comment on it for half an arn before I finished."
Ka D'Argo grinned from underneath the ship, his tenkas swinging slightly from his head moving up and down. "Wanting to talk to someone who wasn't Chiana I suppose."
"Well... YEAH. From the people I can actually TALK TO on Moya, it's either you, Chiana, or Pilot. Chiana talks WAYYYY too much and makes comments on every single word you say, and Pilot his to focus his attentions on Moya, and her welfare." She scowled. "And talking to Rygel? FRELL that!"
Laughing, the tall Luxan scooted the wheeled board he was laying on out, and got up, brushing off the dust and dirt that had collected on the front of his usual red garbs. As he stood in front of her, Solaris couldn't imagine EVER being even REMOTELY as tell as her Luxan friend. After all, at 5'6 1/2", and D'Argo closer to 7 feet... he made her feel like Rygel. TINY.
"Lara, what's on your mind?"
Solaris smiled at the nickname. "D'Argo, I've... been having these weird type dreams..."
"Waaiiit a second. Dreams? Or visions?"
"D'Argo, they could be either one; I don't know! That's why I wanted to talk to you." She hesitated, unsure on how to go on. "D'Argo, you've been friends with my family since my dad shot through the wormhole, and landed on Moya. It's not... easy... for me to ask you something like this, but... D'Argo, how'd my parents die?"
He sighed, slowly closing his eyes for the sake of remembering. Eyes almost growing tears, he started his reply slowly. "I don't... I don't think that's a good idea right now, Solaris."
Solaris's eyes went wide at her full first name. D'Argo never called her that; he always called her "Lara". Suspicious, the young woman played with her chestnut hair, her blue eyes inquiring. "Why not?"
"I... I don't think even I have come to terms with it..."
"Come on, D'Argo! No one on this frelling ship will tell me how they DIED!" Her words cut through the air like a knife. "How am I supposed to know what happened if you won't tell me a frelling thing?!"
"I wish I could, Solaris. I really wish I could..."
"THEN TELL ME! Don't keep me in the dark as you did Jothee when he had to stay behind--"
"Wait." That one word was a shockwave through the teen's ears, paralyzing her in mid-sentence.
D'Argo, his face masked with anger and concern, demanded, "How did you know about Jothee?"
She waved it off. "You've said his name, at times, and that he was your son."
"But how... how did you know that he was always left behind?" His words were hard and cold, alienating the human-Sabaceanoid.
"I... I don't know..." Solaris froze, running through her memories to try and figure out a way she had known something that was before her time. "D'Argo, I don't--"
The pain came from nowhere. Torrential waves of pain exploded in her brain, causing her knees to buckle, and to fall to the floor, screaming in pain. The pain was massive; greater than she had ever experienced before.
All the while, images played across her brain of memories of distant past. Her mother, injected with Pilot's DNA; her father, sitting in the Aurora Chair, screaming in pain as memories were ripped from his brain; kisses, fights, passion, rage. Solaris never knew what had hit her, and never felt the impact as her vision dimmed to black, falling backwards straight into D'Argo's arms, unconscious.