Chapter 4-What is wrong with you people!?
The votes are in-Joh Crichton Astronaut and Tali'Zorah are headed for the uncharted territories. Not to mention some rather mixed adventures. Which requires either a complicated first contact between humans and the Migrant Fleet (chapters of first contact and working together), or they meet during the Moya prisonbreak. Given the fact that you have all been waiting patiently we shall get the the action already. Thus John Crichton's life is the same until the point he flew out of the wormhole.
Having the Farscape 1 pop out into a alien space battle between one big golden ship, and a lot of little shipswas not what John Crichton expected when he got up this morning. The fact that his module was powerless just added icing to the cake
"Houston-I have a problem here! Somebody, anybody.." Spying a flight of alien ships he braced for impact and prayed. Most of the ships jinked past him-he had one glimpse of a grayskinned spiky faces with a nearly human look of surprise-and one clipped his module and it spun off to explode against a nearby asteroid. "Oh, thats not going to go over well!"
As if in answer to his sarcasm a net of energy encircled his ship and yanked him towards the golden ship. The module ended of in some sort of a hanger. He stayed very still-he had not idea what the hell was going on, but visions of aliens probing sensitive places warred with the whole alien life first contact thing!
The little robots with little lasers that surrounded him made him very aware that Momma Crichtons baby boy was very far from home. The fact that the robots lead him through a ship shaking from impacts also made him feel like he was in the first 10 minutes a Star Wars movie and that someone was about to do something unpleasent.
Hell-the locals would make look like they belong in that cantina! The robots had brought him to the bridge and the crew seemed rather occupied-a muscular biped with tentacles on his head was slamming his fist into a console, a bigger more armored creature seemed to be arguing with a really hot blue woman in leather-with a backdtop of ships and stars. Unfortunately he didn;t understand a word of the doubtless important dialogue.
The blue woman noticed him and said something to the others. The others spun around to stare at him and the red clad tentacle head charged over, grabbed him and lifted him by his nceck, and babled something threatening in gibberish.
"I..Can't...Understand.." He managed to gasp out. A whirring sound and a sudden pain in his foot that quickly moved to his head told him something was up. That or the fact that everyone started speaking english.
"...what technology do you have? Can we use it to escape?" The red guy shouted into his face and shook him as punctuation.
"We have never seen your technology before, help us and I'm certain we can come to an understanding," the blue womans sultry voice and body language set off alarm bells (bad cop, sexy cop? John thought).
"Nothing anywhere near as advanced he gasped out," that seemed to tick off the red guy and he through Crichton into nearby wall and they rushed back to the various consoles. The bigger alien seemed to be in charge and was arguing with a hologram.
"We need StarBurst now Pilot, otherwise those Turians are going to put us back in cages!" The big alien was angry and Crichton's mental alarms went off again as a small shape slammed into him and sent him sprawling again.
"I'm sorry, but Moya cannot StarBurst until the control collar is removed." Crichton wondered why a spaceship had a collar as a childsized green froglike creature wearing a robe and in a floating chair moved near the other two aliens.
"Did you find any other prisoners-we need more bodies to throw at this," the red guy sounded eager for a fight, but the little green one shook his head.
"Other than a Quarin who's assmbling move guns from the armory, we're it. The only thing I found were our transport schedule. Other than Morinth we were all slated for Taren Rol."
"A lifer's colony for all of you and I'm guessing an Asari Justicar sanctioned exectution for me? I must remember to eviserate that Specter for this insult." The tone made John shiver even as the word 'lifer's' filtered through his brain.
"You're escaped criminals!" That shout cause the aliens to give him a rather pointed look. The green one hovered over as the bigger guy tore the top off of a console.
"They brought you aboard didn't they? My name is Rygel- 'll take care of you now, and you'll help me later," the green one said in a conspiratorial tone as a loud and very different souding series of bangs echoed throughout the bridge.
"You've done it-the Contol Collar is detaching! Prepare for immediated StarBurst.," Crichton had never seen a crustacean that happy-or a swarm of ships like those heading for them as the ship (Moya? He thought) manevured away from the battle. Stumbling to his feet John looked out the window and saw energy building along the hull-that was his only warning as they iniated a very odd and very fast form of travel.
"What, is the matter with you people!" He shouted as he finally hit his limit of crazy. The sharp pain of something striking the back of his neck was soon followed by a collapse into blissful uncounciousness.
-Well chapter one is done-trying to capture this scene is difficult. Chapter 5 will be up soon as I take more time to consider the best and most entertaining way to handle all the introductions (of Moya's crew and the vengeful villian of our story).