Like Father, Like Son 4
Author: Christy
Rating: PG/PG-13? (possible language and violence later on)
Part: 4
Archiving: If you want it, you can archive it (I'de like ya
to e-mail me first though, but if you don't and just archive
it without asking that's okay too).
Synopsis: The crew of Moya runs across a future "friend".
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Farscape characters (only in
my dreams), don't sue please. All other characters are mine
however so HA! If anyone wants to use my characters feel free
to ask (I'de probably say go ahead).
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"He’s...gone...", she looked up from the console and
over towards her captain. The shock was clear in his
face. She knew what was going through his mind, probably
the same things going through her own. This was
impossible, it shouldn’t have happened. Not here, not now.
"A-are you sure? Maybe the atmosphere...", he trailed off
as new readings appears on the screen. The alarm went off
and the ships communications officer shouts across deck.
"SIR!! We have picked up two marauders coming our way!
Command has ordered us to make a full retreat, we can’t
fight both ships in our condition Sir!!" She glanced over
as the captain stepped beside her. She knew he wasn’t
going to back down, not after what just happened. He
couldn’t. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Do you
think Talyn can take another hit or two?" She looked over
the console and ran a hand over it. It seemed strange to her
that no one else onboard to understand the young ships
language. To her it was natural, very clear. Only two others
she’d known had seemed to ever fully understand how she and
the ship were connected, and now both seemed lost forever.
She watched the blinking lights and swallowed. "Yes. Don’t
worry Sir, he doesn’t appear to be leaving here any time soon
without him either.." She caught the brief smile on the
captains face. He was probably the only other she knew who
could almost understand Talyn. They didn’t share the same
connection, but he cared for the ship in a way no one else
she knew did. Well, almost no one else.
The captain looked up and straightened his uniform jacket.
Turning his gaze to the communications officer he spoke in
an unwavering voice, "Tell the admiral we will not back down
until we account for our missing crewman." The officer nodded,
knowing arguing with the captain was pointless. He relayed
the message.
______
He picked at the food cubes, using the eating utensil to poke
at them with. The others ate in silence. He could feel a thick,
uncomfortable atmosphere in the air around him, and he didn’t
like it. Finally he spoke up, taking a green food cube in his hand.
"One thing remains the same everywhere and every time in the
universe. These things taste like dren..."
He noticed Crichton grin at that one. ‘Least somebody’s got a
sense of humor....’ "If you don’t like them, don’t eat them!",
Rygel glared, looking up from the large pile of food in front of
them. "We’re wasting good rations on you human!" "Oh? Well, then
be my guest", he tossed the cube at Rygel, hitting him directly
in the head. The hynerian growled and spit in the young mans
direction, but he dodged quickly, standing away from the table.
Chiana smiled coldly. "Looks like you need to work on your aim
Toad." Rygel huffed and glared coldly as the young man sat down
again. "I will not remain here to be insulted by this, this
lower being!" Kevin just shook his head as the dominar raced his
hoverchair our of the room, running into D’Argo as he entered.
D’Argo grunted and watched at the Hynerian raced down Moyas
corridors. "What the yotz was that about?" "Oh...nothing. Just
our guest having a little..fun with King of the Toads there...",
Chiana smiled again, this time directly at Kevin. He didn’t like
the way the young Nembari had been watching him since John and
Aeryn brought him here to eat not long ago. It was almost like
she was sizing him up. John and Aeryn had been noticing it too
and exchanged a look. "Chiana, we need to talk", John grabbed
the teenagers arm and lead her out of the room. Once a distance
away, he let go of her and stopped. "What is this all about?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about! What is THIS all
about?" "Riiiight...look, just stop making goo goo eyes at the
kid in there." Chiana smirked, "What? Are you jealous all of a
sudden?" "No! I just think that maybe getting hit on by an alien
for the first time might leave a bad impression with him!"
Chiana ran a hand up Crichtons chest, drawing her face closer
to his. "You didn’t seem to mind..."
John pulled back, eyeing. "Come-on Pip, you know what I mean."
Chiana rolled her eyes and smiled. "Whatever you say. After
all, it’s his loss..." She turned and walked the other way. John
sighed, sometimes that girl was impossible. He released keeping
her off the only male her age, on a lone ship in the uncharted
territories was going to be difficult.
Crichton walked back into Moya ‘mess hall’ to find nothing had
really changed since he left. Aeryn sat across the table from
Kevin and D’Argo had moved to sit beside Aeryn, eating a tray of
food cubes. John noticed the Luxan seemed distracted. He stared
at his tray blankly, chewing a food cube then taking another
bite. Aeryn on the other hand, gazed intently at Kevin who ate
in silence. John knew she still didn’t trust the young man as far
as she could throw him. He seemed all too mysterious to her, too
many mysteries. John moved to sit on the other side of Aeryn and
smiled. "Hey Sunshine, you guys miss me?"
He didn’t know it was just him, but he could have sworn the kid was
smiling when he looked up at them. Aeryn grunted and looked over.
"Crichton, you were gone for less than--" "Whoa, it’s just a figure
of speech." Aeryn mumbled something about ‘urp sayings’ and looked
back over at the boy. "Are you finished yet?", she said, noticing
he was no longer eating. "Yeah. So now what?"
Aeryn was really beginning to get annoyed at how relaxed the young
man seemed. She didn’t know how someone who could have been so hard
and military one microt could be as relaxed as Crichton the next.
She didn’t like it either, didn’t he realize that he was their
prisoner? Crichton noticed the look Aeryn was giving the kid and
quickly kicked in. "Actually, we were kinda hoping you could tell us
a little more about how you got here."
Kevin shrugged, "I told you. I was on a mission and got sucked into
a wormhole-" "No, I mean like how do we know we can believe you when
we can’t even read your identification?" "Well, other than that
there’s just my uniform." "Uniform?", Aeryn eyed him suspiciously
again. The young man hadn’t even taken off his flight suit yet.
It resembled something of normal Peacekeeper flight gear, only there
were no markings or any form of identification on it. "Uh yeah. I
have my uniform on under this thing, but in the whole rush I guess
you guys never really gave me a chance to change..." Crichton nodded.
"Very well." They stared at the young man for a while and he stared
back confused. Finally, he realized they wanted him to remove the
flight suit then and there. ‘Aw dren...another mistake!! STUPID
STUPID STUPID!’ He refrained from banging his head against the table,
instead standing and moving his hand to unfasten the restraints. He
finished and pulled off the suits jacket, dropping it to the floor
then removed the bottom half of the suit. When he was finished, he
stood at attention in a dark blue uniform. Two golden cloth bars were
sown to his right shoulder, announcing his rank while on the left was
what looked to John like an image of Earth with a hallow around it.
Below that was another symbol he had never seen before, but it looked
somewhat like an inverted Peacekeeper emblem. "What’s that?"
Kevin on his shoulder and smiled proudly. "One is a symbol for the
E.U.D.F. The other, is the mark of the Minakalm."
Aeryn nodded slowly and Kevin sat back down. D’Argo looked up after
hearing what the symbols meant and eyed Crichton. "The Minakalm?! And
Earth?!" "Yes, apparently they are now allies..", Aeryn answered
before John could say anything.
"You said your people have not even left their planet yet!" "They
haven’t...at least not in my time", John noted the look of confusion
on D’Argos face. "He claims he’s from the future." "The future?! What
kind of dren is this?!" "Calm down! Look, I just think my ship was
hurled through a wormhole, not unlike Commander Crichtons here. The
only difference is the wormhole I went through was a rift in time as
well."
D’Argo eyed the boy. He seemed not to be lying, but that meant nothing
to the Luxan. He had seen Peacekeepers lie before, straight faced and
never admitting it. But still, what Zhaan had told him....if it was
true...D’Argo shook his head and stood up. "Whoa, what’s wrong Big
Guy?", John watched his friend concerned. Something was wrong with
D’Argo, he just couldn’t place it. "Nothing! I’m an finished here that
is all!" John and Aeryn watched as he stormed out of the room. "Hope
it’s not the whole Hyper Rage thing again..."
"If it is, you better hide", Aeryn looked at John then at Kevin. "He
will be after the both of you this time." "Oh yeah, there’s something
I can look forward to..." D’Argo entered Zhaans quarters with a roar.
The Delvian looked up from her work with her herbs. "What is troubling
you dear D’Argo?" "I cannot do this!", he walked over and slammed a
small device onto Zhaans work station. She looked up calmly.
"What is it you found out?" "The boy claims to be from the future-- It
is IMPOSSIBLE!!" Zhaan nodded slowly and looked back down at the device.
"But...what is it is possible? Then, perhaps he is--" "No, he is NOT!"
"Why does the idea bother you so?" Zhaan looked back up and saw the
pain in his face and understood. "It reminds you too much of you and
Lo’Lann..." D’Argo looked down and closed his eyes.
"It will just be another reason for Crais and Scorpius to chase us. If
this boy is theirs, it puts everyone in danger..."
Zhaan put a gentle hand on his shoulder and he looked up. "Fear not
dear D’Argo, I am sure things will turn out fine."
_____
He was now disobeying direct orders. The admiral had responded, telling
him to retreat, but he refused. He would not give up so easily, not
like before. "Sir, we have a direct visual communication from the
Bralaque. It’s..Admiral Costin sir."
He nodded and took a breath, "Put him through.." The image of an older
man flashed onto the screen. He wore a dark uniform, silver lining the
neckline and signifying his importance. His hair was dark gray, and his
face showed his age, but his eyes remained strong. It hurt the captain to
look at them, look into the stern face of this man. He knew the admiral
could never forgive him, he was too damned stubborn. He saw the young
girl by the console glance at him then at the admiral and smile.
"Captain Crichton, I demand you remove your ship from this area
immediately!", the admiral spoke with a Sebacean accent, his voice
commanding. The captain shook his head and meant his eyes.
"I will not leave Talyn, not without my crewman..."