A hazy fog encircled Solaris's brain, a dense mist that seemed to hang
between her brain and her eyes. Barely cracked open, her blue irises were
heavy and falling as she gazed into nothing, laying on the floor in nothing
more than a heap. Images plagued her mind, spinning her consciousness in
circles over and over again, to the point where up was all around her and
down was anywhere but what it was supposed to be.
The Aurora Chair did more to her than just ripped the memories out. Instead, it seemed to shove more memories in.
The pain had been excruciating, As every fiber of her being felt like it was cleaving in half, divided straight down the middle and blending again, creating a nightmare of images from three different lives, her father's, mother's, and her own.
Was she male or female? A hybrid or human? Sebacean? Peacekeeper? Did clumsy large hands go with a tight waist and a pulse blaster strapped to a curved hip, or did the long dark hair fall over a manly chest?
Was she from Earth? From a Space station? Moya, and neither of the two?
Was she anything at all?
The memories were screaming in her mind, declaring wormhole equations and military tactics, pointless cartoons and Prowler control sequences, one- liners and stoic remarks. She was John and Aeryn and herself, all combined within, with her very soul drowning in a sea of memories that she couldn't stop or ignore at all.
A strangled cry erupted from her lips, a howl of inhuman pain as the memories plagued her, haunted her, merged with her own to create one version of three lives. Every thought, every idea, every imaginative detail that could have ever been fathomed was downloaded into her mind as if it were a supercomputer, and the data flow ebbed and flowed, never pausing, never stopping, never faltering.
It was enough to make her want to die.
Eyes glazed over, she unconsciously rolled over onto her back, staring directly at the ceiling without looking at it straight. Bloodshot, the pupils and irises of her eyes gazed at the empty space between the molecules of the air, and held it there for what seemed like arns.
Suddenly, she had no idea who she was anymore.
*~*~*~*
*So this is the thanks I get,* muttered Officer Jace Kohen angrily, as he stood at his post before Solaris's cell, *I turn in the most wanted being in this planet and all Scorpius could do is grant me the honors of 'guarding her' from 'harm'.* He bitterly scowled, *I could have been a pilot by now, or at least an officer on the bridge of the ship, but NO, I'm stuck here......* The thoughts betrayed him, and he glanced back at the cell he was protecting, instant pity weakly flashing in his mind.
In a way, he wished he didn't have to hurt Solaris. After all, she hadn't killed him, and whether that was because she was gullible, or she was just pathetically misguided and had a soft spot for people in dispositions they couldn't get out of, Jace had found it slightly hard to betray her. A Peacekeeper soldier was trained to refrain from such follies of love and attachment, but still, he was only an officer, and she had been his first detainee.
A strangled outburst garbled through the metal door, and he looked through the hole positioned in the door at the top. Sure enough, it was coming from Solaris, and, surprisingly, she was writhing like a snake, apoplectic seizures rippling all across her body before they relaxed and lay flat again, only to be jumping about once again moments later. Hurriedly and before he even realized he had been doing it, Jace quickly unlocked the door and ran inside, Throwing himself onto his knees and taking her in his arms. Disgusted with himself, he tried to calm her down, and just held her in a way that she would not hurt herself. Suddenly, her eyes closed then snapped open again, and her gurgled speech slurred him a message in a tongue he did not know.
"MYLACCA SHEE WEN POFADA LYKOR........" The speech sounded neither Sabacean, nor Scarran, Halosian nor Hynerian. In fact, it didn't sound like anything he had ever heard of before, and, erratically, he checked her temperature and pulse. Both above normal, and both in what could have been known as Heat Delirium. How or why this happened, he had no idea, but he could feel her getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
Out of nowhere, a blast of energy erupted from within the prison cell, and Jace had to shield his eyes from the high powered blast. It had come from out of nowhere, and with his own Pulse Pistol firmly tucked in his waist holster, it couldn't have been from him.
That left one conclusion, and one only. Solaris Sun-Crichton must have caused the blast herself, but, unarmed, she couldn't have..... could she?
Suddenly, Kohen felt his skin crawling, as if being nearer to her would mean he would acquire an illness and catch a plague. Setting her down, he noticed she had stopped wriggling and stayed still, almost peacefully. Quietly, he rose from his knees and scurried out the door, wondering only one thing.
What was Solaris Sun-Crichton anyway?
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Getting to the good parts. I needed to update this fic, cuz I couldn't wait anymore. Gawd I love this series... and YES, it will actually tie into the Mini-series as well, so keep on the lookout for the rest of this! I'll write more soon! *~*YM*~* PS: To DSP: YES, Solaris, Moya and Pilot do share that bond, and it will play a role in what's to come. Also, that relationship will be explored further...... if I can finish this fic and start another one, because I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE writing about Farscape!
You'll see who Solaris truly is. I'm not going to drop hints, but this chapter should give you a bit of a hint on really not WHO she is, but WHAT. I've got big plans for her.
I picked up my copy of House of Cards at my local Border's Bookstore. You can probably find it in any major bookstore, but MAKE SURE it's "House of Cards" there are at least 2 other books but they didn't get NEARLY as high of a review as HoC did. In fact, I think that out of all of them, HoC is the one that stuck as closely with the series as it could, and overshadows the other ones who are not quite as accurate. As soon as I read about it, I had to have it!
And BTW, Don't worry about the updates. You'll get to it in your own time. You've actually helped spur me on and got me to write on this again, and I'm having so much fun with it, that I don't care whose turn it is to update. I just wanna write on it!
The Aurora Chair did more to her than just ripped the memories out. Instead, it seemed to shove more memories in.
The pain had been excruciating, As every fiber of her being felt like it was cleaving in half, divided straight down the middle and blending again, creating a nightmare of images from three different lives, her father's, mother's, and her own.
Was she male or female? A hybrid or human? Sebacean? Peacekeeper? Did clumsy large hands go with a tight waist and a pulse blaster strapped to a curved hip, or did the long dark hair fall over a manly chest?
Was she from Earth? From a Space station? Moya, and neither of the two?
Was she anything at all?
The memories were screaming in her mind, declaring wormhole equations and military tactics, pointless cartoons and Prowler control sequences, one- liners and stoic remarks. She was John and Aeryn and herself, all combined within, with her very soul drowning in a sea of memories that she couldn't stop or ignore at all.
A strangled cry erupted from her lips, a howl of inhuman pain as the memories plagued her, haunted her, merged with her own to create one version of three lives. Every thought, every idea, every imaginative detail that could have ever been fathomed was downloaded into her mind as if it were a supercomputer, and the data flow ebbed and flowed, never pausing, never stopping, never faltering.
It was enough to make her want to die.
Eyes glazed over, she unconsciously rolled over onto her back, staring directly at the ceiling without looking at it straight. Bloodshot, the pupils and irises of her eyes gazed at the empty space between the molecules of the air, and held it there for what seemed like arns.
Suddenly, she had no idea who she was anymore.
*~*~*~*
*So this is the thanks I get,* muttered Officer Jace Kohen angrily, as he stood at his post before Solaris's cell, *I turn in the most wanted being in this planet and all Scorpius could do is grant me the honors of 'guarding her' from 'harm'.* He bitterly scowled, *I could have been a pilot by now, or at least an officer on the bridge of the ship, but NO, I'm stuck here......* The thoughts betrayed him, and he glanced back at the cell he was protecting, instant pity weakly flashing in his mind.
In a way, he wished he didn't have to hurt Solaris. After all, she hadn't killed him, and whether that was because she was gullible, or she was just pathetically misguided and had a soft spot for people in dispositions they couldn't get out of, Jace had found it slightly hard to betray her. A Peacekeeper soldier was trained to refrain from such follies of love and attachment, but still, he was only an officer, and she had been his first detainee.
A strangled outburst garbled through the metal door, and he looked through the hole positioned in the door at the top. Sure enough, it was coming from Solaris, and, surprisingly, she was writhing like a snake, apoplectic seizures rippling all across her body before they relaxed and lay flat again, only to be jumping about once again moments later. Hurriedly and before he even realized he had been doing it, Jace quickly unlocked the door and ran inside, Throwing himself onto his knees and taking her in his arms. Disgusted with himself, he tried to calm her down, and just held her in a way that she would not hurt herself. Suddenly, her eyes closed then snapped open again, and her gurgled speech slurred him a message in a tongue he did not know.
"MYLACCA SHEE WEN POFADA LYKOR........" The speech sounded neither Sabacean, nor Scarran, Halosian nor Hynerian. In fact, it didn't sound like anything he had ever heard of before, and, erratically, he checked her temperature and pulse. Both above normal, and both in what could have been known as Heat Delirium. How or why this happened, he had no idea, but he could feel her getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
Out of nowhere, a blast of energy erupted from within the prison cell, and Jace had to shield his eyes from the high powered blast. It had come from out of nowhere, and with his own Pulse Pistol firmly tucked in his waist holster, it couldn't have been from him.
That left one conclusion, and one only. Solaris Sun-Crichton must have caused the blast herself, but, unarmed, she couldn't have..... could she?
Suddenly, Kohen felt his skin crawling, as if being nearer to her would mean he would acquire an illness and catch a plague. Setting her down, he noticed she had stopped wriggling and stayed still, almost peacefully. Quietly, he rose from his knees and scurried out the door, wondering only one thing.
What was Solaris Sun-Crichton anyway?
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Getting to the good parts. I needed to update this fic, cuz I couldn't wait anymore. Gawd I love this series... and YES, it will actually tie into the Mini-series as well, so keep on the lookout for the rest of this! I'll write more soon! *~*YM*~* PS: To DSP: YES, Solaris, Moya and Pilot do share that bond, and it will play a role in what's to come. Also, that relationship will be explored further...... if I can finish this fic and start another one, because I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE writing about Farscape!
You'll see who Solaris truly is. I'm not going to drop hints, but this chapter should give you a bit of a hint on really not WHO she is, but WHAT. I've got big plans for her.
I picked up my copy of House of Cards at my local Border's Bookstore. You can probably find it in any major bookstore, but MAKE SURE it's "House of Cards" there are at least 2 other books but they didn't get NEARLY as high of a review as HoC did. In fact, I think that out of all of them, HoC is the one that stuck as closely with the series as it could, and overshadows the other ones who are not quite as accurate. As soon as I read about it, I had to have it!
And BTW, Don't worry about the updates. You'll get to it in your own time. You've actually helped spur me on and got me to write on this again, and I'm having so much fun with it, that I don't care whose turn it is to update. I just wanna write on it!