In the dimming light of the chamber that contained Moya's mind, Crichton's last portrait had suddenly taken on a life of it's own. Familiar eyes stared entreatingly. Familiar hands reached for the three crewmates.
A familiar voice pleaded again, "FINISH..."
"Zahn!?", Crichton breathed?
"We've always known she has been watching over us...", Chianna whispered.
Rigel, for once, was speechless. He stared at the image before them. Even incomplete, it seemed very much alive.
"PLEASE...", Zahn's voice said again.
Crichton paused, then determinedly set to scribbling again.
"What the hell. Let's follow this one to the end..."
The image of Zahn sighed, and stretched, her voice becoming more substantial...
Aeryn stumbled about in the dark. She had no idea where she was. Light had failed completely. No one answered her calls. And she felt strongly she was being watched. Stalked.
"WHO ARE YOU?!!", she half roared. Her voice didn't even echo. It seemed to just get swallowed in the dark. Gritting her teeth, swallowing her growing fear, she moved on.
And on.
And on.
She found herself in a gigantic chamber. She headed into it, determined not to let her fear cause her pause. And if she was where she thought she was, she should find...
...her Prowler.
She felt the solid, comforting sides of its hull. Nodding in satisfaction, she climbed up in the dark, feeling her way, as she could see nothing. But sight was not necessary. She knew her Peacekeeper fighting craft like it was a part of her. She popped the canopy, and climbed in.
She began flipping switches, and the craft hummed under her, lights coming up, systems coming online. The black angular gunship purred with restrained might. Aeryn smiled, sharklike. She would go out and confront this, and give Pilot something to fix on. She couldn't stay here in the dark, alone, afraid...
D'argo charged down the corridors, going by smell and hearing, though his sight was useless. Chianna was here, somewhere. The one who pursued her, who threatened her would pay. He howled a mighty battle cry, challenging the dark. The dark swallowed it whole...
Pilot cried softly, oblivious to all, including Moya's fear filled entreaties...