Harry awoke with a slight pain in his head, but otherwise, feeling relatively fine. He was lying face down on the ground without his clothes on. He groaned out loud and sighed heavily, shaking his head to clear away any drowsiness. Something made a noise in front of him and he looked up sharply, his eyes narrowed. A pair of green eyes met his back. The eyes belonged to a small alien sitting in some kind of silver hovering chair. It looked vaguely like a big frog, except that it had a thick eyebrow ridge with tuffs of white hair poking out and wrinkled greenish-grey skin. A strong set of bars separated the two.

"So, you're finally awake Peacekeeper," The thing said haughtily. "I am Dominar Rygel XVI, Royal sovereign of more than 600 billion loyal subjects, the ruler of the Hynerian Empire."

"Where the hell are my clothes?" Harry hissed angrily.

Rygel merely raised a stubby arm and pointed to Harry's left. His robes and cloak lay in a neat pile next to him. Harry grabbed them and jumped up, covering his private areas as he ducked behind a small alcove and started putting his clothes back on. Although his holster was with the clothes, the wand had been taken.

"Dominar? Like, a King?" Harry asked as he dressed himself.

"Yes," Rygel answered imperiously.

"So, what are you doing here? Where is 'here' anyway?" Harry asked as he fastened his cloak around his shoulders and reappearing from the alcove.

"You are aboard the Leviathan Moya," Rygel said absently as he fiddled with some kind of control. Something beeped and shelves from the ceiling dropped down to the floor.

"Yes, mine again," Rygel murmured as he grabbed a ring from the small pile of items, twisting it onto his gnarled finger.

"Our belongings!" The blue-skinned alien exclaimed in delight as she and the red-skinned alien entered the room.

"My Qualta Blade!" The red alien murmured with pleasure, picking up a deadly looking blade from the pile.

"So, you have regained consciousness. That is good," The blue-skinned alien said kindly.

"Where am I?" Harry asked her.

"We…are not exactly sure. One never knows exactly where one will come out during Starburst. Navigation is not a science as it is an art," The blue-skinned alien replied. "I am Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan, a level nine priestess in the Zelvian Seek," The blue alien introduced herself. "My companion is Ka D'argo."

"What species are you?" Harry asked with bated breath.

Zhaan smiled gently. "I am Zelvian, D'argo is a Luxon, and Rygel here is a Hynerian."

"Why am I locked up?" Harry asked, a touch angrily.

"We could not be sure of your intentions. You do resemble a Sebacean very closely," Zhaan said.

"Sebacean? No, I'm human." Harry said.

"Yes, I know you are not Sebacean. The presence of certain bacteria and energy readings within your body revealed that to me instantly," She paused. "Your clothes are most interesting. The cloak is unlike any material I have seen before, and the robes seem to be laced with some form of spiritual energy. Tell me, are you a priest of some sort?"

"Not exactly." Harry replied evasively, scanning the aliens in front of him. "Say, I had a…um…piece of wood with me. Do you know where it is?"

Zhaan smiled and reached into her robes, pulling out Harry's wand. "It is also a most unusual piece of technology. Clearly, you carried it as some kind of weapon, yet it is nothing more than a stick with organic matter at the centre. Yet it also is rampant with spiritual energy, to a much higher degree than your clothes."

"Can I have it back?" Harry asked, watching Zhaan closely. Not for the first time, he wished he had the power of Legilimency, just to see what he could find out. But his skill with the mental arts had never extended pass his Occlumency training he had learnt first from Snape, then from a trusted private tutor after Hogwarts.

"No, you may not!" D'argo, the Luxan, snarled, still examining his blade.

"So, he is not Peacekeeper?" Rygel asked in confusion. "He looks like one! Humph. No matter then, we still have that beast. And it awakens even now!"

Harry followed the small Hynerian's chubby arm and looked over his shoulder. A humanoid in black bulky armour and a dark tinted helmet leaned against the wall, moving slowly as it struggled up to sit upright. Harry watched it cautiously, glancing at the aliens behind him, before switching his gaze back to the armoured figure. He had never been much good at wandless magic, hell, nobody was. The best he could do was a weak banishing charm, but he was capable of summoning his wand back to his hand. But that Delvian, Zhaan, she could somehow sense magic. He had to be careful. Then the armoured figure removed its helmet, and Harry gasped.

It was a woman. A human, or human-looking woman, with black hair tired in a ponytail, flashing blue eyes and a cold and calculating face. She stared at her captives with anger, before she switched her gaze at Harry and frowned slightly. She struggled to her feat, her eyes never leaving Harry, who slowly moved forward.

"Hi," He said slowly. "I'm…"

He was interrupted as the woman lunged at him, jabbing his sharply in the ribs. He coughed and wheezed as the oxygen was driven from his lungs, as the woman spun around, slamming her heel into his leg. His knee buckled and he fell to his fours, shaking his head to clear away the pain, just as the woman jumped on his back, sending him to the ground. She grabbed a handful of his messy hair and leant down, her hair tickling his face as her lips came close to his ear.

"Name, regiment, assignment!" She hissed, traces of a compelling accent in her voice.

"Wha..?" Harry mumbled.

"Name, regiment and assignment!" She hissed louder.

Harry had learnt the basics of hand-to-hand fighting at the Auror Academy, but he hadn't applied them since he had passed his final exams. He knew that he was outmatched, this woman was obviously a professional, but if he could just get to his feet, he would be okay.

"My name…" he said softly. "My name is…My name is…" His voice got softer and softer each time, ringing with a fake weakness, and the woman unconsciously lowered her head. Harry moved quickly, slamming the back of his head into her face and using his legs to kick her off. He jumped back to his feet, his eyes flickering over to the aliens, who were watching with a degree of amusement, and the woman, who had already recovered. She charged at him again, but this time Harry was ready. He summoned what little Wandless magic he knew and thrust out his open palm.

The woman gave a little cry of alarm as she was propelled back by an unseen magical force, slamming her lightly against the wall at the opposite end of the cell. She staggered back up as Zhaan gave a cry of alarm, staring at Harry with apprehension and panic. The woman charged, but Harry flicked his hand towards Zhaan's direction and his wand shot out of her clasped hand, through the bars and into his waiting hand. The mere touch of the wand sent a charge of magic through his body and he levelled it at the woman with one quick movement. The woman halted, frowning worriedly. Although she didn't know exactly what just happened, she knew that the man in front of her was pointing something at her like it was a weapon.

"You…but…" Zhaan was pale, although Harry couldn't be sure, and looked extremely panicked. "You manipulated spiritual energy! That's impossible! We can coax it, ask our Goddess for its use, and use it to enhance our mental abilities, but we can never directly manipulate it!"

"You! How did you do that?" Rygel demanded, while D'argo hissed angrily, watching Harry wearily.

"Magic," Harry answered softly.

"Don't give me that yotz!" Rygel snapped. "What manner of technology is that?"

Harry frowned. Yotz? He mouthed it silently as the woman spoke up again.

"Name, regiment and assignment?" She said, her eyes never wavering from Harry's, and watching him wearily.

"I'm Harry Potter, Regiment? Um, Commander of Farscape One…that's my ship. I used to be an Auror in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but I retired a few years ago. My current assignment is simple: You see, I've been really patient. I'm not really a patient person, I prefer actions over words. The shock of seeing alien's for the first time has passed, and now," Harry replied, his voice getting progressively louder. "I want to know what the fuck is going on! Who are you, all of you! What is this ship? Where am I? Why did you bring me on board? Why the fuck, am I in a cell?"

"Don't you dare yell at us!" Rygel snapped, hovering his seat higher. "Don't forget that we…"

"That is enough, Rygel," Zhaan said softly. "He does deserve answers. You are onboard a Leviathan prison transport, Moya. We broke free of our cells and overpowered our guards before escaping. We bought you in because your craft appeared from nowhere in a manner that was not known to us, a manner that may have allowed us to escape."

"Prison transport? You're escaped prisoners." Harry said slowly. "Great, just great."

Zhaan said nothing, but suddenly her gaze shifted behind Harry. Harry heard a squeaking noise and spun around, just as one of the small yellow robots emerged from a ventilation shaft and fired its small weapon. Red energy fire zapped from the tiny weapon, striking Harry on his wand hand. Harry winced, giving gasp of pain, and his hand unclenched involuntarily, his wand dropping to the ground. Immediately, D'argo moved forward and as Harry whirled around again, his tongue snapped out, striking Harry across the face and sending him tumbling to the floor. The last thing he saw was the unreadable expression on the woman's face, before he succumbed to unconsciousness.

When Harry woke up, Rygel, Zhaan and D'argo had gone. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious and as he picked himself up from the floor, he shook his head, trying to removing the numbing feeling in his brain.

"God, that's annoying," He hissed to himself, standing up and stretching his arms while he let his eyes run across the room. Sure enough, the woman was sitting on one of the benches eyeing him intently. Her very poise spoke of a fighter and Harry cautioned himself to remain very careful around her.

"You're awake then," The woman said neutrally.

"I'm so glad you noticed," Harry said sarcastically. "That tongue thing, are there any side effects I should know about?"

The woman shook her head. "It only releases a small amount of venom which disrupts all somatic neural function."

"So that's a no then?" Harry asked after a moments beat.

"No, there aren't any side effects," The woman said loudly and clearly, rewarding Harry with a small frown.

"Who are you anyway?" Harry asked as he sat down opposite his fellow prisoner.

"Officer Aeryn Sun, Icarion Company, Pleisar Regiment," The woman barked out with perfect military precision.

"So you must be one of those Sebaceans," Harry murmured. "The guys that Zhaan was telling me about."

"I am a Peacekeeper Commando, yes," Aeryn admitted, as if that confirmed something.

"So all Peacekeeper's are Sebacean?" Harry pressed, curious.

"Most of them, yes," Aeryn answered. Her hostile gaze had lessened now, and she was staring at Harry if a thought had occurred to her. "I think that…" She started, before they both heard thumping footsteps.

Harry stood up as D'argo and Zhaan came into the hallway. D'argo was carrying his Qualta blade, fingering it caressingly as he narrowed his eyes at both of them, while Zhaan had another pleasant smile on.

"Come, you must be hungry," She said kindly. "Give me your hands."

Harry eyed Aeryn, who made no attempt to move, before he offered the Delvian his hands. Zhaan quickly bound them together with a small rope made of green fibres and nodded to D'argo, who opened the door, his qualta blade ready to strike out at Harry the second he did something wrong. Harry, on the other hand, had no interest of trying to escape, yet anyway.

"If you try to escape, your life is forfeit," D'argo hissed menacingly.

"Right," Harry said sardonically. "Because there would be so many places for me to go."

D'argo hissed as Harry brushed past him as Zhaan bound Aeryn's hands, and led her away from the cell.

They were both bought up to the room Harry had been led to by the small robots, some kind of control room. Both Harry and Aeryn were forcefully down onto a seat and a small metal bowl of little green cubes were placed in front of both of them, along with a fork to eat them with. Harry stared at the cubes with a faint look of disgust. They sure didn't look appearing, but next to him, Aeryn started digging into hers, ignoring the argument that the escaped prisoners were having.

"Those tubes you pulled fed directly into Moya's hydraulic systems," Pilot was saying, a touch angrily.

"If I hadn't pulled those wires, Moya would still be in the control collar," D'argo sneered.

"But by doing so, you drained most of her iriscentant fluid," Pilot interjected.

"Leading to what result, Pilot?" Zhaan asked, placing a placating hand on D'argo's shoulder.

"Leading to Moya's maximum speed of barely Hetch Two," Pilot answered, and Rygel groaned.

"After all the effort, after bribing the guards for the security codes, after freeing you two," he mumbled.

Harry frowned and turned to Aeryn, who was still digging into her food. "Sounds like their in trouble," He murmured. Aeryn made a noise of agreement as she ate with her hands bound in front of her, bending her head to place the cube in her mouth. Harry hesitated and poked at one of his food cubes carefully. "Are they good?" He asked thoughtfully.

Aeryn gave him a derisive stare. "Good?" She exclaimed. "Of course not, they're food cubes. But you should eat, you'll need your energy."

Harry frowned but his face gave away nothing as he quietly saw Aeryn stick a fork into her sleave, while she continued to eat. Her eyes bore into Harry's, silently telling him keep quiet, and Harry slightly inclined his head.

"We have a commerce planet only 300 metra's away," Pilot was informing D'argo.

"We could obtain some iriscentant fluid there," Rygel exclaimed and puffed up. 'I am, of course, an excellent negotiator,"

"What about the Peacekeepers?" Zhaan asked quietly. "Pilot, perform a scan on any nearby objects with a large enough mass to be a Peacekeeper warship."

"Why don't we just ask them?" Rygel snapped impatiently.

Zhaan moved forward, dropping to her knees to stare Aeryn in the eyes. "We are low on iriscentant fluid and we need to make a stop. Tell me, do you recognise this system? Is there a significant Peacekeeper presence here?"

Aeryn smiled coldly, said nothing, and lifted another food cube to her mouth. Only Harry caught the flash of coldness that went through Zhaan's blue multi-hued eyes as she turned to him. "What about you?"

"Why in Merlin would I know?" Harry asked her, sniffing a small cube. He placed one in his mouth, chewed in carefully and swallowed. "Eh. Not bad, not good either though."

Rygel scoffed, but nervousness was draining into his face. As Zhaan and D'argo launched in a quiet but intense argument, he let off a noxious noise. Harry stared at the little Hynerian with a look of disgust as a faint unpleasant odour reached his nose.

"You farted!" He exclaimed, only to discover that his voice was high-pitched.

"It's a perfectly normal body function," Rygel grumbled. "It happens when I nervous…or angry."

"You fart Helium?"

"It's odourless and colourless, so I don't see why that's a problem!" Rygel snapped angrily, before wheeling his hover-chair away from the bound prisoners.

"Attention, we are entering planetary orbit," Pilot announced.

"Very well," D'argo muttered. "Zhaan, you may stop your interrogation on the Peacekeeper. She's infantry, a grunt. She knows nothing; she just does what she's told."

Zhaan hesitated, before turning to Harry. "Is there any way you can use your…gifts…to find out?"

Harry stared at her incredulously. "You're kidding, right?" He asked her. When she didn't move, he rolled his eyes and sighed. "No. One, I wouldn't know what I'm looking for, and two, to use magic to cover such a big area like, I don't know, space, would be practically impossible. If you take me to a window, I can always look for them. It'll be easier."

Zhaan bowed her head and stood up, as D'argo suddenly rounded on Aeryn, hissing madly as he struggled with the Peacekeeper Commando, his arm wrenching out the hidden fork from her sleeve. Aeryn scowled, sending a look of hate towards the Luxan as he stood back, grinning smugly.

"Pilot, prepare an escort of DRD's to take the prisoners back to their cell," D'argo ordered, glaring at Aeryn, his eyes brewing with anger.

Aeryn said nothing as she was forced to her feet, while Harry stood up by himself.

"What are DRD's?" He asked Zhaan.
"Maintenance Droids, responsible for the upkeep of Moya," She answered, just as six of the yellow robots wheeled into the room, squeaking noisily.

"Ah, those things," Harry muttered as he was led away.

"The movies got it absolutely wrong," Harry muttered. "E.T would be eaten alive out here."

He was laying back on the cell wall as Aeryn fiddled with the door, trying desperately to open it. She growled in anger and slammed her hands down on the bars as she failed yet again. Harry watched her lazily from his spot, continuing to make conversation with himself.

"It must have been some kind of portal, like the one in the Department of Mysteries, but bigger, and in space," He murmured. "It could have been a wormhole. It must have been some kind of wormhole. How the hell will I get home? I'll need, I'll need another wormhole to go back in, yeah, another one. I have to find one, or create one. How the hell do you create a wormhole?"

"I don't know much about wormholes, but I do know this. You're not going anywhere as long as we're trapped in this cell." Aeryn snapped angrily.

Harry watched her for a second or two, then smiled languidly and pulled out a shiny silver fork from his sleeve, whistling softly. Aeryn looked back at him, an angry scowl forming on her face, before she saw the fork and smirked in appreciation.

"Do you know where to go?" Harry asked Aeryn as they both stormed down one of Moya's hallways, keeping a close eye out for DRD's. Aeryn nodded absently as they both came to a diverging path. She stopped, looking down both hallways before turning to face Harry.

"We have to sabotage the ship," She said quickly.

"Sabotage?" Harry exclaimed incredulously. "We don't have the time. Besides, for prisoners, they've treated us fairly well. I know a lot of people who would have tortured and killed us by now. You should show a little mercy here, a little compassion."

"Compassion?" Aeryn asked honestly.

Harry stared in disbelief. "It's when you see somebody in trouble, in pain, and instead of kicking them when they're down, you lend them a hand and help them up."

"Oh, that feeling," Aeryn said as it dawned on her. "I hate it."

Harry stared at her for a few seconds, his face unreadable. 'You know, I could be on the wrong side here," He muttered to himself.

"Look, if you want to stay here with these lower-lives, then you'll die with them," Aeryn snapped and started striding briskly to the left hallway.

Harry followed her, but watched her warily. "Great, a Death Eater with ray guns," He muttered quietly. Clearing his throat, he spoke a little louder. "I need my wand."

"You're what?" Aeryn asked incredulously, stopping to face him.

"My wand," Harry said again. 'Little stick thingy, you saw it in the cell."

"That?" Aeryn asked. "Well, most likely the Luxan has it for safe-keeping."

"Luxan - that's D'argo. And where would he be?" Harry asked her.

"Probably down on the planet, trying to obtain iriscentant fluid," Aeryn said. "Which coincidentally, it's where I'm going."

"Alright, I'm coming with you." Harry muttered as she strode quickly away.

They entered the hanger at a brisk walk, moving past the stack of crates and workbenches and for the two vessels parked in front of them. One of them was Harry's Farscape module, seemingly untouched, while the other was one of the space fighters that he had seen. Up close, it looked even more dangerous and impressive, and Harry gave a low whistle of awe.

"What is that?" Aeryn asked in derision, pointing to Farscape One.

"That's my module," Harry said, running his hand over the hull. "She's a beauty, right?"

"How did that primitive piece of space-junk ever fly?" She asked incredulously as she inspected it. "It has no life-support, frell; this thing should be falling apart even now. There's no structural support…you say you flew in this?"

"There's life support, an expanded Bubble-head charm around the cockpit that converts the carbon dioxide into oxygen," Harry defended his craft indigently. "And I spent over three years working on the strengthening charms on the hull; the thing could probably take a missile and still fly."

"Your…magic…is that useful, that powerful?" Aeryn asked him softly.

"That's only passive magic," Harry said and grinned. "Wait till you see Transfiguration. I bet that will shock you."

Aeryn said nothing but beckoned Harry as she walked to her ship. "We're taking mine," she said shortly.

"What's it's called?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's a Peacekeeper Prowler," Aeryn answered as she pressed a small panel and opened the canopy to her ship. "Now, are you coming?"