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To Admiral Rodzjenko, things have suddenly taken a deep dive into the unknown. Before, he was just getting ready to call it a day, when an Asgard battleship arrived in Earth's orbit, well, two actually, without warning, and dropped off a Human in the middle of his office! And to add to that, it seems that this Human was an Astronaut, from 300 years in the past, long thought perished! And the Asgard confirmed this!

"Well, this is all quite disconcerting. And you say they know where Earth is and will stop at nothing before they get a Displacement Drive in their hands?"

John nodded. It seemed that Humans had made themself a new enemy, though inavertedly.

"And you say that because they know you arrived in a Wormhole, and you have some knowledge about the phenomenon, and they do not, they are now after Earth?"

"Yes, that's what I said, didn't I?"

This debriefing was quickly draining all the energy out of John. He had been in debriefing for about 5 hours now, and he needed a good snack and somewhere to rest. He never knew a discussion could take this much energy.

"Then why should we not imprison you? Since you brought this on our lap, not us."

At that point Commander Freya, Thor's 'child', who had joined the debriefing while her father returned to Othalla, stepped in:

"The projected course of the 2 Human explorer vessels that are furthest away in that general erea would probably make contact with a Peacekeeper Command Carrier within the next 2 of your years. Even if Commander John Crichton was not shot through a 'wormhole', and the Peacekeepers would not yet have knowledge of your species, they soon would anyway, and they would come to Earth with an armada as large as they could gather, and your chances would be minute. This contact is destined to be, just as you are destined to be the liberators of that part of your galaxy."

She continued.

"The Asgard have known about the explosive state of affairs in that quadrant of your galaxy for some time now, though the timetable has now 'upped', as you would say. There are only a few peaceful species who, at this point, can take on both the Peacekeepers, the Scarrans and the Nebari in that area, with help, and most have no reason to. Except for you, and us. And, as you know, the Asgard are still rebuilding due to the devestating losses we suffered from the Replicators, we can only spare a few ships if an emergency arrives. For the rest you are on your own."

At this point the Admiral tried to get a word in, but Freya would have none of it.

"Admiral, you must realize that there is destined to be war with the Peacekeepers sooner or later. They are comparable to the Nazi's from your past. They will stop at nothing and no-one before they have control of your entire galaxy, and, at this point, Earth's Space Force is the only spacefaring entity who has a fair chance of stopping that. Especially because when the Peacekeepers are dealth with, you will have do deal with the Scarrans and the Nebari as well. To that unofficial triumverate, you are a prime target. As it stands now, all three species would not hesitate to either torture you, destroy you, or mind-cleanse you. I tell you this, you can wait until war is inevitable and delivered on your doorstep, and we will assist in what way we can. But you would condemn a large portion of your people to death, and mine as well. If you choose to act now, you can keep the colatteral damage to a minimum, and free that entire quadrant from the wrath of those three species, to grow and flourish. Whatever you choose, the Asgard will support you, for we have an alliance. But, I will warn you: Choose carefully. For the fact that we have an alliance does not mean that we support you without question. If it seems that my father was incorrect in initiating the alliance due to the possibilities he sees in Humanity, the alliance will be off as soon as matters are dealth with, and you will be on your own."

'Heh, I'm beginning to like these people. No bullshitting them. And the Admiral looks positively scared, as if he could wet his pants at any moment now. Good', John thought.

"Is that a threat, Freya?"

"Commander Freya, and no, not a threat. A promise. The Asgard will not let infantile Human burocracy stand in the way of what must be done."

"All right", the Admiral didn't like this one bit, bit it's not as if he has any choice.

"This meeting is recessed, I expect you back 4 hours from now. John, my secretary will show you to your temporary quarters, and Freya, you will"

But Freya has already transported back to her ship. The Admiral sighed, and called his secretary.

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"Captain Hawk, I'm pleased you came back at high speed, this is very important."

"Well, Admiral, lay it on me."

The Admiral told some of the Highlights of John's story, in particularly concerning the Peacekeepers, Scarrans and Nebari in the area, as well as what Freya had said.

"It seems, Captain, we don't really have a choice. You are to take the Prometheus, with a full fighter complement and 2 escorts, into the Uncharted Territories and discreetly assess the situation. If you run into any Peacekeeper, Scarran or Nebari vessels, try to make peaceful contact, and only fire when they leave you no choice. I say this because we can't dismiss the possibility that when they find out Earth is more advanced then they thought, they'll back off. Atleast, we hope they will. If you have collected enough information about the state of affairs, and wether or not war is inevitable, I expect you back here on the double."

"Sir, if I may ask... Why the Prometheus? The Prommie is the flagship of the fleet, and I'm not saying I don't like this assignment, but aren't we not needed here? We have explorers out there, haven't we?"

"A valid point. First of all, we have explorers out there, but, they are somewhat dated. Second of all, the reason we are not sending an other ship out there, is because the Prometheus, due to the huge recent technological developments in the Displacement Drive field, has the largest displacement capability of all the ships in the fleet, you know that. You can jump the farthest, and you would be on site the fastest, by far. And, there's a wanted side effect in all of this, the majority of the people want Space Force to go on exploring, gallivanting around the galaxy, instead of patrolling shipping lanes and provoking minor species. Because that is how we are viewed in the media. The greatly shared opinion is that we don't explore enough. By sending out the Prometheus, under the guise of exploring, everybody's happy."

"Smart move, Admiral."

Captain Hawk smirked, he didn't like the admiral one bit, actually, he didn't like any stuffed up person who's caught up in the thrills of burocracy, but this one is nicely thought out, he had to give the Admiral some credit.

"It is done then. You are to take Commander Crichton aboard as an informant, just keep a seat open on the bridge. His information is invaluable once you've arrived. I believe the mission is clear?"

Both Captain Hawk and Commander Crichton nodded.

"Then you are dismissed. And, gentlemen, good luck and godspeed."

"And may the force be with you", Crichton muttered under his breath. He always had a dislike of beurocrats, and he pestered them whenever he thought he could get away with it. Not that he wanted to pester them though, it was more like an automatic reaction, he couldn't help himself, honestly. Apparently, Captain Hawk thought the same way because he snickered and didn't even tried to hide it while they were walking out of the Admiral's Office. Once outside, Hawk patted John on the shoulder.

"I think I'm gonna like you already."

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John had been on the Prometheus for 2 months now, and they had just entered the outer systems that marked the border of what the Peacekeepers called Uncharted Space, according to data the Asgard gave them. They had run into a few alien vessels, not much. Wich was expected, since the Prommie wasn't exactly a small vessel, and the two escorts that flew at her sides weren't exactly freighters either. Pirates stayed the hell away from her, and the other vessels that crossed her path had no dealings with her. And, since Hawk didn't feel the need to overly explore and meet new species, he didn't try to hail them. A few hailed the Prometheus though, of wich one vessel belonged to a Confederation of species, a loose alliance of worlds, wich had Hawk interested. Promises for further contact were made. That was something for the Admirals to work out.

Meanwhile, John was getting bored. Really, really bored. He was used to the universe dumping all sorts of problems on his lap one after the other, and he hadn't had 3 good nights of sleep on a row since he got shot to the Uncharteds. Though that changed when he got onboard the Prometheus.

First, everything was exciting. Brushing up on history was very interesting. (he couldn't believe Israël was still in a state of war with the Palestinians! Good thing the UN put a shielded dome around the whole damn country, so any large weapon would affect only them, and all of them, so they wouldn't try anything brash.) And, after he learned all the basics about what happened on Earth since he left, he became enamoured into something even more interesting, the technology! The Displacement drive was fascinating, he even gave them some tips, gotten from the knowledge the Ancients put inside his head (though the Humans did not now of this). He figured, if they already knew how to use wormholes, what's the problem in polishing their theories a bit? His knowledge astounded some of the science officers and engineers, and one even asked him outright where he got that information from, but he wouldn't bulge. Finally, they acquised with that, and got to work on their new theories.

So, for a while, things were interesting. But only for a while. The 'newness' had worn off, and he already had explored every nook and cranny of this large vessel. That's when he couldn't take it any longer, and decided to talk to the Captain. He got onto the bridge, and adressed Hawk.

"Captain, could I speak to you in private for a moment?"

Hawk did not seem the least bit surprised, and replied while he stood up from his command chair.

"Commander Cain, you have the bridge. I will be in the Captain's Room."

He motioned for John to follow him, and they walked into the Captain's Room. The captain stood still in front of a window, from wich the stars were visible, with his back to John. When the door closed, he turned around with a smile on his face, while he anticipated John's first question and nodded.

"You can speek freely, Commander."

"Okay.. well. I'm becoming bored. Really, really bored. I'm sick of the boredom. Absolutely sick of it. I'm used to having a big glowing target painted on my ass, and people going after me. That hasn't happened ever since I'm on the Prometheus. You've rarely had me needed on the bridge, and I've been spending my time digging through the ship's computers, and talking wormhole theory with the onboard scientists. And it ain't interesting anymore. Sir."

"I am amazed that you held out this long."

"Captain?"

"Just as I said, if I were you I would have died of boredom a month ago. Not that I'm not dying of boredom right now, ship's paperwork isn't exactly thrilling, but I signed up for that job, so I can't complain. But, I also have something for you. My orders are to assess the situation and gain information on the current state of affairs as discreetly as possible. Seeing as we're arriving in a big ass warship with 2 escorts, we're not exactly a small blip on the radar. People are gonna notice, that's for sure. It might be prudent to send out a shuttle or a fighter to do reconnisance, dig up some information, buy some charts and stuff. Also, because we grow more then enough food in the garden for twice our entire complement, we have an excess. Add that to the fact that it would not be a bad idea to get currency that is used in this part of town, should we ever need it, I think it's not a bad idea to go sell some of our food. Most planets around here are commerce planets, after all. I had hoped you would like to head the reconissance team?"

That last senctence was said with a small smirk, since the Captain already knew what John's answer was going to be.

"Gladly, sir!"

John was wearing a huge smile.

"Heh, that's settled then. Take Commander Cain and 2 men from the Tactical division with you. Though oficially, Commander Cain outranks you do to your status as an informant, you will head this mission. I can't have anything blow up in our face because of incompetence due to the fact that we have little knowledge of this part of space. I have already talked this over with Commander Cain and he forsees no problem."

"You.. foresaw me coming here?"

"Well yeah, it was either that, or I would have commed you anyway."

"Okay, when can I leave?"

"Report to the Main Hangar Bay in 2 hours. There's a commerce planet nearby, we could as well start there, it will take about 6 hours from now for the Displacement generators to fully charge again, so we can't jump anywere in that time anyway. You may choose the type of vessel you think would be the least inconspicuous. Though I would advise against using a workpod, since they have no armarment."

Again, the last sentence was said with a smirk. John replied in earnest:

"Well, Sir, I could always jury-rig an ion cannon on it."

"I'm sure you can. If there's nothing else, you're dismissed."

So, John found himself wandering the corridors to his quarters, getting a shower and something to drink before he headed out. Not that he hadn't showered today, it's just that knowing he'll be outside again seemed to freshen his mood quite a bit, and he reasoned that a fresh shower wouldn't hurt.

After the shower he dressed up, got something to drink and took a long good look at himself in the mirror. After so long a time wearing Peacekeeper clothes, this was quite a change. Though the Earth Force uniform was also made from mainly black leather, the white and blue leather parts contrasted stark with the red leather parts often found on Peacekeeper uniforms. The general look was all black, but with white at the shoulders and blue at the front. He still couldn't get entirely used to that, though this uniform was more flattering, and was more comfortable then a Peacekeeper uniform. It was probably the white upstanding collar that did it, John thought.

'I almost look like a frelling waiter!'

A while later he was strolling through the Main Hangar Bay, picking a ship. The bay was huge, there were rows and rows of fighters here, and between the rows of fighters there were a few rows of larger vessels, probably troop transports of some kind. He likened them to PK Marauders, just faster looking. Add that to the fact that while the fighters were pitch black, with a blue glow coming from their wingtips, the troop transports were completely white, they were eye-catching. Not what he needed if he didn't want to be noticed. A scout would be preferable. After strolling for a while, he came to a technician who was busy on one of the troop transports, so he walked up to her.

"Hey, you busy..."

The technician turned around, and John saw her rank. The fact that she was quite attractive hadn't escaped him either when he saw her a few days ago in the Galley.

"... Luitenant?"

"Hailey, sir! No, I'm just fixing some problems on this thing. It seems that with the bonus of having the newest models of crafts with the latest technology, the Yards didn't even have time to iron out the bugs. Figures. They never have their act straight, if you ask me. So what can I do for you, Commander? I assume you're finally going off to a commerce planet?"

"Yeah, it's just that.. Well.. I need a vessel that can keep a low profile, and hold four people. So a fighter is too small, but something like this", he pointed at the troop transport the technician was working on, "is definately going to be noticed."

Not that he didn't knew they have scouts. Hailey probably thought of that also, but she played along anyway. And, as he reasoned to himself, though Aeryn would always be the one for him, there's no harm in flirting a bit, now is there?

"That's one thing that's for sure. Pearlwhite paint is surely an eye-catcher. Wait, I have just the vessel you need."

The Luitenant walked away, and motioned for John to follow her, so he followed in her strides. After the got past a few rows, they got to the middle of the bay, where a few rows of another type of craft were.

"The Scout Mark Twelve. These are the latest in reconnisance craft Space Force has to offer. Ability to hold five people, the fastest gravimetric sub-light enignes available, a cloaking screen, multiple layered defense shields and good firepower makes her the ultimate scout. My brother had a hand in designing her himself, Sir."

That much was obvious, she was looking as proud as a mother who told about the fact that her child had talked for the first time. John, for his part, smiled.

"That's going to be perfect, thank you."

By that time, he saw Commander Cain walking into the Hangar Bay with 2 tactical officers, and when he looked his way, he motioned for him to come over and they got into one of the scouts. In the mean time john got behind the flight console, going over the details on how to operate this thing in his head.

"Flight control, this is Commander Crichton, requesting permission to disembark."

Though permission from Flight Control was only needed if there was alot of traffic going on, or they came back and they needed to find a spot to park, he asked anyway.

"Commander Crichton, this is Flight Control. You have permission. Have fun, sir."

"Thanks."

And with that, he fired up the engines, activated the cloaking screen and flew through the force field seperating the vacuum of space from the atmosphere inside.

Everything went well, and all in all, John didn't learn much that he didn't already know. The food they sold was apparently well liked, since every shopkeeper who got a taste wanted to buy it, sure of the fact that they could sell it with high profits. And after a few weeks of doing reconnisance, all the while also trying to find out where Moya was, John finally stumbled upon something. No knowledge about Moya, though it seemed there was a Peacekeeper Command Carrier in the neighbourhood. When he told this to the Captain, the Captain asked him to asses the situation and give advice. Should they make a jump, or should they try to find out more? As far as the Captain was concerned, this was as good as time as any to make contact with the Peacekeepers and determine their intentions. So, against his gut feeling that the normalcy was soon over, John gave the advice to stay, and the decision was made, and John started another reconnisance run.

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Just an author's note in between: The Farscape part of this story, as you know, starts at the end of Unrealized Realities, with the exception that John isn't floating around Earth. From there on it gets slightly AU. Since the networks here don't broadcast Farscape, I have to view the episodes online. Wich accounts for the fact that I do not see them chronologial order, so I don't know exactly if Scorpius and Sikozu were on board Moya at the time of Unrealized Reality. For the sake of this story, I assume they are not. Also, Scorpius was killed at Arrnesk, Sikozu I might bring into this story at some point, though I find her character wholly uninteresting, and Grayza will still have that meeting at Katratzi and John will still interrupt, though in another way then on the show. Let's get on with the story.

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"No Chiana, Aeryn and I will go. You stay here on Moya."

That particular sentence wasn't well liked by the small Nebari girl.

"Frell you D'argo! I'm going if you want it or not! John has been seen in this area! Besides, I'm NOT going to sit around, playing frelling babysitter to Stark and frelling Noranti! Frell!"

Chiana was shouting at him. D'Argo understood, they all missed John very much and they all wanted to go. That was not to say that he was going to let her go to the commerce planet, however.

"Oh, and who WILL babysit them if you're not here? You really think that having Stark and Noranti alone on Moya is any good? You will stay, and my decision is final."

At this point Chiana was almost exhausted from pummeling D'argo, and began to cry.

"But I want to go.. I want to go.. miss John."

"We all do, and I promise you, if we find him, we'll be back as soon as possible. I'm sorry, but it's just not safe for you to go out right now while you're having problems with your visions. It won't help you if we run into Peacekeepers."

"D'Argo is right", answered Aeryn, who watched the whole exchange. That did get the attention from both D'Argo and Chiana. Not because of what Aeryn said, more because of the fact that she spoke at all. They missed John, but of the entire crew of Moya, she was probably the most affected of them all. Since John was sucked down a wormhole she has been very quiet. The first week she even kept in her quarters. So the decision was made. Chiana would stay on board Moya, and D'Argo and Aeryn would fly out in Lo'La to get confirmation of the rumors that John had been sighted in the neighbourhood.

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John was walking around the commerce planet, busy going through the market place trying to see if there was anything of value to them, star charts, data spools, that sort of thing. The Captain even wanted Peacekeeper technology, so the scientists onboard the Prommie could analyze it and know what they were up against. But, this day has not been kind to John so far. On this particular commerce planet, there was little of value to them, and after a whole day of strolling through the market place, he decided he'd seen enough for today. He was about to call it a day, when he saw Peacekeepers rounding the corner a few blocks from where he was. He quickly hissed to his companions:

"Those are Peacekeepers. Stay low, it would be best if we got out of here without being noticed. If we are noticed, go with the plan. Allright?"

Though luck wasn't on John's side that thay, and the ranking officer from the Peacekeeper squad quickly took notice of them, coming their way.

"You know the plan. Act like smug arrogant officers and let me do the talking. Let's do it", hissed John.

The Peacekeeper Luitenant was the first to speak:

"I have never seen your uniform before. State your name, rank and regiment."

John replied in style.

"That is of no concern to you, Luitenant", he said, stressing the title, "but I will humour you, because I am in the mood to do so. I'm Commander Han, Solo Regiment."

"I have never heard of that regiment either. What is your mission here?", the Peacekeeper Luitenant responded, distrust evident in his face. John looked smug and a bit angry.

"That is because it is not for you to know of, neither is my mission. And I would watch my tongue if I were you, Luitenant, or you could find yourself transferred to the next available patrol duty in the Decca system."

That thinly veiled threat did it's job. Patrolling in the Decca system was not what any aspiring Peacekeeper officer wanted. It was near Sebecea, the home world, and so deep into Peacekeeper territory that nothing happened there, and because of that there were also almost no options to advance in the hierarchy. If you were transferred to such an assignment, you could kiss your career goodbye. Though a Peacekeeper officer would never think of phrasing it that way.

The officer, to his credit, quickly snapped to attention. "Yes, Sir!"

"Also, you are not to report this sighting to your superior officers. Make sure the officers with you understand this as well. I have Kappa Three access, and I can, and I WILL, check your Carrier's logs. If I find ANY report mentioning me, then your career is over, understood?"

"Perfectly, Sir!"

"Now get out of my sight, Luitenant", and with that the Peacekeeper and his officers quickly walked away, making sure they forgot this meeting.

Cain commented:

"Well, that went well. It seems atleast that thing from your reports about Peacekeepers are true, they certainly don't use their brains", he said with a smile.

John grunted his agreement.

"Hmpf. Let's head back to the scout. I haven't got any doubt that there are more Peacekeepers patrolling the area, and we might not be so lucky next time. I should have anticipated some people recognizing me, the Carrier we saw on our long-range scanners earlier is probably here for me."

"What did you do, anyway, to have them come after you like you've got honey on your butt, Crichton, if I may ask?" Cain asked.

"Well, basically, I let them realize they aren't the most superior race in the galaxy. Let's leave it at that."

John wasn't willing to go into detail right now, and as far as Commander Cain was concerned, that wasn't a problem. John was taking his 'unit' back to the scout, when suddenly he saw a big flash in front of hem, and the next thing he knew he was caught in the muscular arms of a Luxan, and the other three Humans had their disruptors pointed at the 'threat'. It took a while for the Luxan to release him though, so he couldn't give the order to stand down until he caught his breath. Luckily, the Humans recognized a hug when they saw one, and though alarmed, were content to let it play out for the moment.

After the Luxan released him, he recognized him as D'Argo and adressed his unit: "Stand Down", still coughing, "I know him."

D'Argo spoke into his comm: "Aeryn, I've found Crichton! After a moment of silence, only three words were heard: "I've reached Lo'La."

"Crichton, we thought you were lost", D'Argo said, turning back to John, wearing a big grin, happy that he found his trusted friend and ally back. Though the unfamiliar uniform, and the three Sebeceans who were with John, wearing the same uniform, didn't escape him.

"John, who are these Sebeceans?"

"Humans, D'Argo, they're Humans", John said, wearing a big grin himself. Wait till they found out that Humans weren't as primitive as they thought! He already could see the look on their faces. Shocking people was fun.

"Walk with us to the spaceport, I'll tell ya everything that has happened. By the way, Aeryn's at Lo'La?"

"Yes John. Shall we go there?"

"No, that might not be wise. Though I want to see Aeryn more then anything in the world, she'll probably have to get over the shock of me being back 'n all, knowing how she is. It pains me, though."

D'Argo could see the truth in John's statement.

"You are probably correct. Did you arrive with a shuttlepod?"

"Something like that", John sidestepped the question.

John did the proper introductions, and they walked to John's scout. D'Argo was amazed at the fact that Humans were more advanced then he believed, but he was also saddened by the fact that he had no people left to call 'Family'. Especially John's father, D'Argo knew what it was not being able to see his son, and he thought it was probably even worse for John. By the time they rounded the last corner, and John's scout came into view, D'Argo's mouth fell open and John grinned widely.

"THAT is your shuttle?"

"Yeah, ain't she a beauty?", John said, still grinning from ear to ear. The scout displayed sleekness in it's lines, agileness and the black color, together with the blue glow from the Displacement engine and the blue details spoke of stylishness, but above all: it spoke of strength and agility. It awakened the warrior spirit in D'Argo as few vessels could, besides Lo'La, ofcourse.

"How fast can she go? What weapons does she have?"

John was concent in answering D'Argo's questions.

"Well, she has a gravimetric drive, equivalent to Hetch 12, but she also has a Displacement Engine."

This shocked D'Argo.

"This vessel can traverse wormholes?"

"Yep, and the pilot doesn't even need to think about 'em. Don't worry, the Peacekeepers won't get their hands on it."

D'Argo made a facial impression indicating that that was indeed for the better. If the Peacekeepers got their hands on wormhole technology, the universe was frelled!

"And, to answer your other question, she has 6 disrupter banks, a missile launcher, multiple layered defense shields and a cloaking screen."

"She can cloak, just as Lo'La?"

"Yup."

That had John grinning. By now, John could almost see D'argo salivating. Not quite, but almost. It was damn funny to see.

"And yes, I can take you for a ride sometime."

D'Argo brightened even more at this prospect, if that was even possible. He sobered again.

"John, I should go to Lo'La."

"Sure thing. Is Moya around?"

"She is hiding in the second gas giant of this system."

"Okay, tell her to follow my scout. I'll contact her and leave a comm signal open so she can follow me, I'm not alone. She'll be safer with us."

D'Argo nodded his affirmation, and left for Lo'La. John and the rest of his unit got into the scout, engaged the cloaking screen, the gravimetric drive and sped away from the planet. Inside, questions assaulted him.

"That was D'Argo, from the band of prisoners you were with?"

"Yes, Officer Haagman, that was D'Argo. Now I can tell you more over a drink in the galley, but for now we have to do our duty. There's a defenceless Leviathan out there, my home, and now I finally have the oppertunity to keep her safe, I will make damn sure of it that she gets that protection."

Commander Cain could see where that reasoning was coming from, and he would probably have dome the same in John's place, though he managed a warning:

"I don't know if Captain Hawk would agree with you, Crichton."

Crichton nodded his agreement, "True, but I'll convince him. I must. Besides, the crew of Moya and Moya's datastores are, after all, a valuable source of information. It would be in our best interests to keep them safe, would it not?"

That closed the discussion for now. John scanned the Gas Giant, and Moya came up on his scanners, after wich he established a Comm Link. A picture appeared on the viewscreen in front of him, and it showed the golden-brown hued Command Deck of Moya, with Chiana behind a console, in shock. After a few seconds, the moment was broken and she jumped around in joy, her exitement almost seeming to have no bounds.

"John! You're back!"

"Yeah, Pip, It's damn good to see ya again. Listen, I'm cloaked, but I'll keep this comm signal open. Tell Pilot to track me using this signal, and to follow me. It's important."

"Okay Crichton, I will."

"All right, see ya soon Chi."

He aborted the 2 way signal, converting the link to an identifier signal only. He hoped Pilot would indeed follow him, and he set a course for the Prometheus at somewhat under the maximum speed of Moya, since he didn't know what shape she was in.

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