"WHOAH!!! SHIT..." Crichton swore as he ducked a sword blow from the enraged Luxan. He fell to the rocky ground below him...

Wait, rocky ground?

He had no time to ponder the change in flooring, or ceiling for that matter, which was blue sky, dark clouds in the distance.

"DAMMIT!", he exclaimed, as another sword strike landed near.

The Luxan roared and prepared to charge after the scrambling human.

"You are really pissing me off, D'argo..." Crichton growled. He went for his blaster. None there, just a sword scabbard, which a glowing pommel extended. He pulled it quickly, and beheld a glowing blade, glaring golden.

"Use the force, Luke," he muttered. Crichton then looked at the snarling Luxan, who had paused in his attack at the appearance of the golden blade.

"Ok, big fella. I hope you're in there somewhere, D'argo. Because I have no idea what has just happened, where we are, or anything else. I need your help, and besides, I like you. I don't want to see what this can do to living tissue. Not on you, anyway. Truce?"

"WHERE'S CHIANNA?!" D'argo snarled gutturally.

Crichton looked around, then pointed behind D'argo.

"Over there, man."

There was Chianna and Rygel, both dressed in the costumes out of Crichton's drawings.

D'argo rushed over to Chianna and gathered her tenderly into his arms. She slowly came to, her dark eyes fluttering open.

"Why, I didn't know you cared so much," she murmured, a hand caressing D'argo's chin.

Crichton went over to Rygel, kneeled down and tapped the little king's shoulder.

"Wake up, Sparky. Your subjects await an audience."

Rygel's eyes slowly opened, and one hand went to his head, touching a tarnished crown as he looked around, fixing on the cooing couple nearby.

"Don't expect that sort of TLC from me," said Crichton.

"Yotz," Rygel grunted, sniffing. "Stop that, you tralks. We've got more pressing business to attend to."

"I thought your people had gotten to you, had made you a zombie. I thought I had failed you," D'argo said piteously.

"No, I'm fine," Chianna cooed. "We're fine. Right?"

She looked around, then looked closely at the new attire upon them all.

"Where are we?", she asked.

Cricton examined his glowing sword, his bow and arrow, and primitive leather traveling pack, and the similar ways his companion's attire and equipment had been transformed.

"I don't have a map in front of me," Crichton said, "...but if I had to guess...Middle Earth?"