Ethereal Chorus Part4 NC~17
by ChianaGray
Note: I got a warning label on this one because in my opinion it's going to get a little hairy from here out and IF you are as sensitive about the FS chars as I am you may find something provoking, graphic, scary as hezmana or sexual? I dunno, but it's gettin hairy.
Best people I know to Arg and Yag with so here goes and Khalynn bless em for making FS up and doin the eps.
I hope Zhaan and Chiana in particular forgive me, if not this time, then for when I went farbot and wrote a BB of dren about Zhaan being locked in her room. They have no idea how greatful I am for FarScape at all. It's like a trip into some of my own imagination oooh and then some! Ha!
Ya, CeRell, failing gloriously now but this story just won't let me weave around it. <sigh>
Summary: Zhaan gets Yag. It's meant to be extreem but no seriously perminant injuries so don't worry. I know what the ending is and there is order to this madness. It's going slow too be-tause the author is chicken!
Zhaan meditated on the massive collection, trying to weave through the vast sweeping of essance and sensation. She felt as if she were in an ocean of it just at the breakers of a great storm, rushing in and pulling out through her at the same time like the ebb and flow of a wave crashing tide. She was in silent ponder, feeling as if in link with the tree, but being in link with it, it didn't feel like most trees did, deep and grounding. This felt more like - like the whales on Enara, perhaps even an entire pride of them. It was confusing to her, she thought she could feel Moya and the others within it as music played. It was almost like the sounds of a night forest, all the different things running in rythim with each other, horrible sounds intermixed with good and high pitched tones seeming to coil and sweep into lows and motion. It seemed like an entire eco-system of sound, thought and presence was in, out and through her, some very aware of her and some not. She searched, looking for her own tone that could perhaps guide her through like it had for Chiana.
She felt something deep within her move, like a stalking pantheress. Her head tilted slightly, her chin rising up towards her shoulder as she became aware of the sublte shift and waited. A slow heat rose up within her and she gasped lightly, her feathered eyes lifting up as she straightend more, the almost peakock like weave of her gold and blue flesh glimmering around her sharp eyes as she winced them with fear.
"No!"
"What?" Rygel raise his brows at her in alert, fidgeting nervously. "What is it?"
"Someone's trying to link with me." She searched the cieling, whirling at her shoulder to look behind her as a small streak like lightning fingered down in the corner and then exploded open like an eye. A brilliant light of red shot out of it. Zhaan leaped before it could get to her, falling into the trunk of the tree and vanished. The light shot after her.
"Wait!" Rygel screached as he dared near the edge and let out a small, frightened whine. "What about me?"Zhaans red eyes seemed to deepen as she stood, lifting her long fingers to her chest as a small vortex of light apeared before her just like the one that was in her chambers. Without a word she threw herself into it and was gone.
"Well stop her!" Chiana shouted as she ran to D'argo. Her held tilted from one side to the other as she awed at the vortex. It began to close in on itself but remained hanging in the air like a spark of light. "I can't believe she went through that."
"At least we have a better idea of how you have been getting around," Aeryn offered. "I think we should see where the one in Zhaans chamber goes."
"What about this one?" Chiana asked.
"Do you want to follow that Zhaan?" D'argo muttered as he looked to her.
"I don't want to follow anything," Chiana snorted. "But why even go through either one of them?"
"Because I think we should send one of Zhaans plants through and see if it survives," Aeryn stated as she holstered her pulse pistol. "I want to know what's past these portals but I don't relish the idea of loosing my head for it."
D'argo sighed as he looked to Chiana again with an almost accusing look in his eyes.
"Hey," she spoke breathlessly as she tilted her head, giving him a warning glare beneath her ashen white bangs. "I didn't say tell her to - to link with Zhaan and disapear did I?"
"What were you thinking?" He asked with a commanding tone deepening his voice. "You wanted to link with Zhaan and then you didn't. I can partialy understand you doing what you want when you want to but at least you could follow through on your desicions."
"Oh yeah, like you really wanted to get anywhere near - THAT one yourself," Chiana grumbled as she looked back at the shard of light. "I think I had the right - right idea at least... but why did you tell her to link with Zhaan? She's got the Delvian madness, True God, did you go kinkoid? She could be in danger now."
"Let's worry about all of this later," Aeryn spoke gently as she motioned to them. "We'll just have to try something else."In a swirling world of light Zhaan cried out as the red light seemed to consume her and then absorb within. She slammed her eyes shut, her face twisting in torment as she struggled within. She felt her will weakening as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Goddess," She whispered. "Not again! I can't bear it, please!"
An intense pain shot up her spine, her eyes opening brightly as they seemed to pool into a deep red color. She began to grow taller her form almost eight feet as she streatched her arms out. She pursed her lips as her eyes narrowed. Her hand reached out in front of her, taking up a small glow that seemed to intensify in her hand. It began to reviel an image of Crichton over the central command helm of Moya.
Something like the scream of a jaguar escaped her as she portaled through. She stood before him, towering as lights swirled around her form like ghosts. She was enwraped in black like a dark cobweb sprinkled in small sparkles of light.
Crichton looked up, his ice blue eyes widening as he backed away with aprehension.
"Zhaan?"
"No," she narrowed her dark red eyes on him as sounds whispered and shrieked around her. "I want you to tell Pilot to starburst now, Crichton. Or I'll do it for you."
"I - we can't starburst without the others-"
"I'm loosing my patience!" She snatched him by the sides of his head and shrank into her normal size as she touched fore-heads with him. Her eyes glared into his. "We starburst, NOW."
"What - what are you doing?"
"Have you know," she grimanced. "I'm going to rip your little mind apart. I - have - to...stop me...Crichton."
Her eyes shifted in fear as her fingers flexed more gently over his tempils. Her voice becoming more gentle. "Crichton, you must stop me!"
"How?" He grasped her shoulders tightly as he swallowed, glaring into her eyes. "Tell me what's going on Zhaan! What the frell is this!"
"I'm going to MAKE Moya starburst!" Zhaan grimanced as her fingers dug into his tempils. Crichton twisted his face at her, beggining to scream as he grasped the sides of her head. "Let me go damn you!"
"Ungh! I - think not." He struggled to speak as his knees gave out from under him and he brought her to her own knees. "You - can't make Moya starburst."
"Watch." Zhaans eyes flared as Crichton screamed, feeling as if she were piercing a bright blade into his mind. He suddenly saw each of his other selves on the different Moyas. They all were raising thier head in unsion, moaning together as they out-streatched their arms. There must have been more than two dozens of them. He sucked in his breath, struggeling to twist Zhaans fore-head off of him as they began to move into him, each one hitting him like a battering ram.
"What the frell is this!" He cried out as he let out a harsh grunt. "What the frell is going on!"
Zhaan began to eminated a deep vibration as she seemed to grow. Crichton felt as if they both were growing but it didn't seem possible. He felt as if he had become at least twenty feet tall and dared to look down. He was still on his knees to his normal height but he still felt streatched beyond Moyas cieling.
"What's the matter Zhaan, need someone your own size to pick on?"
"You need the strength," Zhaan gasped as her eyes filled with pain. "I - I don't know how much longer I can..."
Crichton screamed.TBC