A Crichton Story Part 6
by Lt Commander Lewis
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------John walked into Pilot’s chamber and leaned against his console.
"Pilot, I would like to thank you for being my friend."
Pilot paused for a microt; "And I thank you John…are you leaving?"
John had prepared for this… "No Pilot, I just wanted you to know that."
John gave the large creature the famous Crichton grin and walked out.
He still had to speak with the rest of the crew.
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John walked into the Center Chamber and grabbed a plate of foodcubes…being sure to avoid the green ones.
He sat down next to Chiana and smiled; "Hi Chi. How is everything going?"
Chiana smiled; "I’m good…you?"
John nodded his head as he popped another foodcube into his mouth.
Chiana and the rest of the crew had noticed some of his new habits and phrases…they were eerily just like his fathers.
"Chiana, I just wanted to tell you thank you for everything. Watching over me and being my friend."
Chiana just looked puzzled as John ate his last foodcube and then left.
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John found Rygel, Zhaan, and D’argo in command discussing what they would purchase on the commerce planet if no Peacekeepers were in the area.
"Hello John." Said Zhaan as she acknowledged him.
D’argo grunted and Rygel just kept talking…"I say we should go down to the planet regardless of Peacekeepers. We need the supplies."
"Um, guys…could I just interrupt for a microt?"
Rygel stopped speaking and D’argo nodded his head.
"Thanks. I just wanted to tell you guys thank you for everything. You guys mean a lot to me."
Zhaan started to say something but John continued; "No, I am not going anywhere, I just wanted to tell you guys that."
John flashed them a grin and left.
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Crichton sighed as he walked into the hanger where the FarScape One was kept.
He had flown it a few times, and was quite proficient at it.
John would use the FarScape to leave Moya.
He hated lying to his friends, but if they even knew what he was thinking…
John climbed into the craft a fixed a few systems and ran a check.
Everything had to be in perfect working order.
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The next morning they had neared the commerce planet and found Peacekeepers in the area…perfect for what John was going to do.
Crichton put on the Peacekeeper commando uniform that his father had once worn.
If anyone would have seen him like that, they would have sworn he was a Peacekeeper that was at least twenty cycles old.
John strapped one pulse pistol to each thigh and then stuck one in the back of his belt.
He looked even more dangerous than his father ever had in a Peacekeeper uniform.
John took one last look at what had been his life for thirteen cycles, and left.
Crichton climbed into the FarScape One and tossed the duffel bag into the tiny back area of the module.
As the tiny, primitive craft left the safety of Moya’s docking bay, John Robert Crichton III realized something…he could never go back now…
To Be Continued…