*~*DISCLAIMER!!!*~* Wow, third chapter I've done in one day. WHOA that's a RECORD! YAY! ANYWAY, you guys know the drill, right? Good. Now here I go!
"What the frell is this? What do you mean Lari, 'I'm going to remember everything'?"
They were all gathered on the control deck, wondering what the frell was going on.
Deeply reflecting, Solaris crossed her arms and sighed. "Chiana, that's exactly what I meant. If Stark's right, then I'll be able to remember EVERYTHING that has happened to Moya since Dad and Mother came on board." She paused, letting that detail sink in. "Including Dad's wormhole technology."
"Frelling lies," growled Rygel, his frog face puckering in distain. "Remembering a few minor details is nothing!"
"Don't make me pull out Ol' Winona, Spanky." Retorted the teen, twirling the beloved pistol on her finger. "Why don't you go stuff yourself in an airduct while Mommy and her friends are talking?"
"Wow, the whole DNA thing really would explain why she's so much like John!" said Chiana, staring ahead with unblinking, unseeing eyes. The blind Nebari, ever cheerful, always tried to make the best of her sight loss, even after 16 years of never seeing a thing.
"Thanks Pip, that means a lot to me." Holstering Winona, she continued, "I'll be able to start where Dad left off, and return everyone home as soon as I can." The chestnut haired woman sighed heavily. "But it won't be easy. Stark, you got those formulas I gave to you?"
The Banik jumped up from where he was sitting, knocking over a couple of extra spare parts from the consoles. "Oh! YES!"
He passed the sheets of paper to D'Argo, the Luxan scanning over it repeatedly to make sure of what he was seeing.
"Lara..."
"Yeah D'Argo?"
"You're right..." He held up the formulas like they were ingrots. "These coordinates... They're for my homeworld..."
Shocked, Solaris's eyes were wide. "WHAT? You mean to tell me I'm ALREADY showing signs of wormhole technology?"
"Seems so," stated Noranti, the old Truskan nodding her grimy head. "And not a moment too soon, I don't think."
"'Not a moment too soon'?"
"KA D'ARGO!" The voice of Pilot pierced the young girl's thoughts, urgency rising in his voice. "A Command Carrier is approaching! It's Scorpius, and he's hailing us!"
*FRELL!!!* Screamed Solaris in her mind, as she shouted, "Everyone! Man the stations!" aloud. She took the helm, next to D'Argo and looked straight ahead to receive the call. "Pilot, get the screen up and running."
"Of course, Officer Crichton!"
In an instant, the screen in front of her flickered on, and the looming face of Scorpius filled her view. His hideous, mask-like face was half hidden by the folds and straps of his cooling suit, his whitish skin as pale as his teeth were midnight black. Sneering, he addressed Moya's crew, sniveling in his 'always cocky' manner. "Ah, the crew of Moya. It's a pleasure to see you all again."
"The pleasure is all yours. What do you want, Scorpius?" growled D'Argo, gritting his teeth in annoyance, his stance rigid, poised and lethal.
"Ah, the Luxan. Typical of such a lower life form to take such an attitude with me."
"WHOA, Calm down, chiwawa..." muttered Solaris, trying to restrain her warrior friend before he went into a deep hyper-rage. "You'll kill someone if you don't bury that temper of yours."
The amused face of her family's enemy watched with interest, more of Solaris than of the fight. "Ah, the hybrid. Solaris, isn't it? 'The Light of Hope'? It's always a pleasure."
Solaris looked backwards at him, scowling. "Leave us the frell alone Scorpy, or so help me I'll make sure you get a pulse blast right between the eyes."
"Oh my dear child, I want nothing of the sort."
"Then leave this area of space, and leave us the frell alone!"
"Oh, but I'm afraid I can't do that."
"FRELLING LIAR!!!!! YOU DESERVE MORE THAN DEATH!" screamed Chiana, blind, but not unperceptive. "It's because of YOU I have to live out my frelling days blinder than a Sebacean ground worm looking into a sun!"
"CHIANA!" She had had enough. Yelling at her friend, Solaris kept clutching Winona, irritated, like she wanted to shoot something. Heaven help her, she was like her father: shoot on sight, if good reason.
"I hope you all know," continued the Scarran-Sebacean hybrid, "That I have quite a few pulse cannons aimed at Moya's hull. She can only withstand so much before she cracks, so I suggest you listen to what I have to offer."
"For lack of better words, STOP FRELLING WITH US, and take a one-way ticket to hell, Scorpius!!!" Eyes blazing with anger, Solaris restrained herself from shooting through the screen, her fingers itching.
"Ah, such rage. Your father showed such emotion all those many cycles ago, hadn't he?"
"Leave Dad out of this." Her tone was feral, dripping with venom. "If you're going to talk, TALK. Otherwise, we have nothing to discuss."
Scorpius grinned, his black teeth gnashing with pleasure. "Ah, part of your mother has finally arisen."
"OK! That's enough Scorpius! Pilot!" yelled Chiana, her eyes narrowing. "Cut the signal!"
"NO! WAIT!" Solaris gritted her teeth, fire blazing in her eyes. Addressing the alien on the view screen, she said, "Scorpius, speak now of forever hold your peace."
"I'm glad you see it my way, hybrid." Came the reply, cool and calm. "I am only interested in you yourself, Officer Crichton."
"Me? What the frell does that mean?"
"To put my own thoughts and wonderments simply, you intrigue me." He paced aboard his Command Carrier, contemplating his next words. "You and I are much alike, and it fascinates me to know that we have much in common."
Solaris snarled at him, her lip curling back slightly. "The day we're alike is the day I keel over and die! Most likely taking YOU with me!"
Scorpius sat there smiling, never moving an inch as the following silence ensued. Then, after a moment, he grinned again, "A pity. Farewell to all of Moya's crew, for a doubt you will ever leave this sector alive." The transmission cut off, the blackening screen dull and inactive.
"PILOT!!!!!! We better get the FRELL outta here!" screamed the human-Sabaceanoid, scampering towards the doors as fast as she could.
"Yes, Moya's been ready to starburst since the transmission started. Preparing to starburst... NOW!"
"What the frell is this? What do you mean Lari, 'I'm going to remember everything'?"
They were all gathered on the control deck, wondering what the frell was going on.
Deeply reflecting, Solaris crossed her arms and sighed. "Chiana, that's exactly what I meant. If Stark's right, then I'll be able to remember EVERYTHING that has happened to Moya since Dad and Mother came on board." She paused, letting that detail sink in. "Including Dad's wormhole technology."
"Frelling lies," growled Rygel, his frog face puckering in distain. "Remembering a few minor details is nothing!"
"Don't make me pull out Ol' Winona, Spanky." Retorted the teen, twirling the beloved pistol on her finger. "Why don't you go stuff yourself in an airduct while Mommy and her friends are talking?"
"Wow, the whole DNA thing really would explain why she's so much like John!" said Chiana, staring ahead with unblinking, unseeing eyes. The blind Nebari, ever cheerful, always tried to make the best of her sight loss, even after 16 years of never seeing a thing.
"Thanks Pip, that means a lot to me." Holstering Winona, she continued, "I'll be able to start where Dad left off, and return everyone home as soon as I can." The chestnut haired woman sighed heavily. "But it won't be easy. Stark, you got those formulas I gave to you?"
The Banik jumped up from where he was sitting, knocking over a couple of extra spare parts from the consoles. "Oh! YES!"
He passed the sheets of paper to D'Argo, the Luxan scanning over it repeatedly to make sure of what he was seeing.
"Lara..."
"Yeah D'Argo?"
"You're right..." He held up the formulas like they were ingrots. "These coordinates... They're for my homeworld..."
Shocked, Solaris's eyes were wide. "WHAT? You mean to tell me I'm ALREADY showing signs of wormhole technology?"
"Seems so," stated Noranti, the old Truskan nodding her grimy head. "And not a moment too soon, I don't think."
"'Not a moment too soon'?"
"KA D'ARGO!" The voice of Pilot pierced the young girl's thoughts, urgency rising in his voice. "A Command Carrier is approaching! It's Scorpius, and he's hailing us!"
*FRELL!!!* Screamed Solaris in her mind, as she shouted, "Everyone! Man the stations!" aloud. She took the helm, next to D'Argo and looked straight ahead to receive the call. "Pilot, get the screen up and running."
"Of course, Officer Crichton!"
In an instant, the screen in front of her flickered on, and the looming face of Scorpius filled her view. His hideous, mask-like face was half hidden by the folds and straps of his cooling suit, his whitish skin as pale as his teeth were midnight black. Sneering, he addressed Moya's crew, sniveling in his 'always cocky' manner. "Ah, the crew of Moya. It's a pleasure to see you all again."
"The pleasure is all yours. What do you want, Scorpius?" growled D'Argo, gritting his teeth in annoyance, his stance rigid, poised and lethal.
"Ah, the Luxan. Typical of such a lower life form to take such an attitude with me."
"WHOA, Calm down, chiwawa..." muttered Solaris, trying to restrain her warrior friend before he went into a deep hyper-rage. "You'll kill someone if you don't bury that temper of yours."
The amused face of her family's enemy watched with interest, more of Solaris than of the fight. "Ah, the hybrid. Solaris, isn't it? 'The Light of Hope'? It's always a pleasure."
Solaris looked backwards at him, scowling. "Leave us the frell alone Scorpy, or so help me I'll make sure you get a pulse blast right between the eyes."
"Oh my dear child, I want nothing of the sort."
"Then leave this area of space, and leave us the frell alone!"
"Oh, but I'm afraid I can't do that."
"FRELLING LIAR!!!!! YOU DESERVE MORE THAN DEATH!" screamed Chiana, blind, but not unperceptive. "It's because of YOU I have to live out my frelling days blinder than a Sebacean ground worm looking into a sun!"
"CHIANA!" She had had enough. Yelling at her friend, Solaris kept clutching Winona, irritated, like she wanted to shoot something. Heaven help her, she was like her father: shoot on sight, if good reason.
"I hope you all know," continued the Scarran-Sebacean hybrid, "That I have quite a few pulse cannons aimed at Moya's hull. She can only withstand so much before she cracks, so I suggest you listen to what I have to offer."
"For lack of better words, STOP FRELLING WITH US, and take a one-way ticket to hell, Scorpius!!!" Eyes blazing with anger, Solaris restrained herself from shooting through the screen, her fingers itching.
"Ah, such rage. Your father showed such emotion all those many cycles ago, hadn't he?"
"Leave Dad out of this." Her tone was feral, dripping with venom. "If you're going to talk, TALK. Otherwise, we have nothing to discuss."
Scorpius grinned, his black teeth gnashing with pleasure. "Ah, part of your mother has finally arisen."
"OK! That's enough Scorpius! Pilot!" yelled Chiana, her eyes narrowing. "Cut the signal!"
"NO! WAIT!" Solaris gritted her teeth, fire blazing in her eyes. Addressing the alien on the view screen, she said, "Scorpius, speak now of forever hold your peace."
"I'm glad you see it my way, hybrid." Came the reply, cool and calm. "I am only interested in you yourself, Officer Crichton."
"Me? What the frell does that mean?"
"To put my own thoughts and wonderments simply, you intrigue me." He paced aboard his Command Carrier, contemplating his next words. "You and I are much alike, and it fascinates me to know that we have much in common."
Solaris snarled at him, her lip curling back slightly. "The day we're alike is the day I keel over and die! Most likely taking YOU with me!"
Scorpius sat there smiling, never moving an inch as the following silence ensued. Then, after a moment, he grinned again, "A pity. Farewell to all of Moya's crew, for a doubt you will ever leave this sector alive." The transmission cut off, the blackening screen dull and inactive.
"PILOT!!!!!! We better get the FRELL outta here!" screamed the human-Sabaceanoid, scampering towards the doors as fast as she could.
"Yes, Moya's been ready to starburst since the transmission started. Preparing to starburst... NOW!"