The way Scorpius looked in his eyes was
the most terrifying thing he ever saw.
"No, sir." the doctor
nervously answered his question. "He cannot be transported. His
body is too fragile at the moment."
"I do not care about his
body." Scorpius said as he walked around the operating-table.
"I
am only interested in his mind."
John Robert Crichton Jr.
lay unconscious on the table.
He had been floating in outer space
for at least 3 hours before he was rescued and captured by a
Peacekeeper Marauder, who was still flying around the
asteroid-field.
With an incredible loss of oxygen and his body
frozen by the vacuum of space, he was transported to the planet of
Yo'brakh, a Peacekeeper controlled planet, where he is now a
prisoner of Scorpius, the man who has been hunting him down for the
past year and a half to get the wormhole-knowledge that Crichton has
locked away in his mind.
"He has fallen into a coma," the
surgeon continued. "...and we don't know if he will ever get out
of it."
Scorpius sighed as he opened the eyes of the unconscious
Crichton.
Crichton didn't respond.
The only thing that
convinced the doctors that he was alive, was his heart, which
miraculously was still beating.
"Can he withstand mindprobing?"
Scorpius asked.
His leather body-suit reflected the bright lights
which emitted from the huge lamps above the operating-table.
"We
have never seen his physiology before." The surgeon answered. "It
is similar to a Sebacean's, but many things are
different."
Scorpius did not sound satisfied.
"You did not
answer my question." he said chilling. "Can he withstand
mindprobing?"
The surgeon looked at his colleagues, but they
didn't know it either.
"Honestly sir," the surgeon
answered. "...we have no idea how his body would
react."
"Luitenant Bracca." Scorpius suddenly said.
From
the shadows a man suddenly appeared.
His eyes showed his loyalty
to Scorpius.
"Yes, sir?" luitenant Bracca answered.
"Get
the equipment from the Marauder." Scorpius said.
"Yes,
sir."
Several star-systems away a damaged Leviathan followed
her son, also a Leviathan, to a planet covered in ice.
"I have
contacted the Diagnosian." Captain Bialar Crais told the crew of
Moya.
"He has agreed to help Moya."
The crew of Moya just
nodded silently at Crais.
Crais understood why.
"Thank you,
Crais." Aeryn Sun finally replied.
Her voice was friendly, but
shaky.
You could tell she was just recovering from a traumatic
experience.
Crais nodded to Aeryn, and his face disappeared from
the screen.
"Maybe the Diagnosian should take a look at you
too." D'Argo said to Aeryn, but she refused any help.
"I'm
fine, D'Argo. I'll recover."
She would never accept any help
again, remembering what Zhaan had done to save her life.
She
sacrificed herself.
"I don't need help." Aeryn said finally,
and left Command.
She wanted to be alone.
Rygel, D'Argo
and Chiana took a Transport Pod to the planet's surface.
As they
soared through the freezing atmosphere, they were reminded of their
loss, for which they did not have the time to mourn.
Zhaan was
dead.
Crichton was dead.
Death and pain have been so common
these last few days.
It felt so strange to feel peace again.
It
wasn't the same without Zhaan and Crichton.
Without their
friends.
But they had other matters on their minds.
Moya
was burned, battered, blown up, and tired.
They all promised to
help her get healed.
And now they were going to keep their
promise.
But while they flew across the heavens, down to the
planet, they did not notice the small alien craft flying beside them,
landing just out of sight.
Neither D'Argo, Rygel or Chiana saw
the wounded Scarran climb out of the craft: an escape-pod.
