We Resist: Pt.3: Sweet Revenge
Author - Kavanne
E-mail address - kavanne@aol.com
Rating - PG-13.
Category - Action/Drama
Spoilers - None
Time line - A few cycles in the future
Summary - Another familiar face arrives.
Notes - There are no intentional Budweiser references in this fic. *lol*
THE NEXT DAY
“The builder ships will be dispatched in 18 arns, Admiral.”
“Good,” he slurred. “Have them fully inspected, searched by the dench. I don’t want a single one of these primitives escaping.”
It was times like this that Braca had to stop himself from laughing, at how Crichton almost referred to himself.
“Oh and feed that Boon guy, we don’t want him dying on us now, do we?”
“Straight away sir.” Braca began to turn to leave when an evil smile appeared on Crichton’s lips.
“Oh, and put some truth serum in it, see what effect it has on a different physiology. Hopefully it won’t kill him,” he sighed.
“Of course, Admiral.” And he left, shaking his head and silently laughing.
* * * * * *
There was only seven of them there, Hall and Ravens were nowhere to be found. Garrett considered themselves still lucky to have the majority of them intact. He had seen people being lead into vehicles, most likely to be transported elsewhere, though they maybe taken to be killed. This was not the subject on everyone's minds today, however.
"Do you think they'll... y'know...." The youngest of their group, Alistair Fisher spoke. He had been unlucky enough to also pick up the data via his radio.
He could bring himself to say 'torture', not waiting to tempt fate onto Fraiser. "Or will they just kill him?"
"No, I think that if they were just going to kill him they would have done it on site, as soon as he'd started to talk," Gray rationalised, being the psycho-analyst that she was.
“Whatever, but the real question is, will he talk?” Silence came after Garrett’s question. No one knew Fraiser that well enough to know, all they knew about him was he was a natural leader and hated seeing people suffer, as he demonstrated earlier.
“We have to have faith. I don’t believe he will. This is as important to him as it is to us and I know I wouldn’t talk.”
“Freak at two o’clock,” Alistair chimed and they all fell back into a prepared conversation about politics that would probably confuse the hell out of the arrow minded grunt. The helmeted figure walked straight on by.
“OK, so they undercover people who look and speak like us. So that could be a hazard, be careful of who you talk to.”
“I concur, whenever you do meet someone, ask them as much as you can about themselves and their family, I think if they are ET they’ll trip up somewhere.”
“They’re not as cute as ET, I’m sure. He would probably consider that an insult.” Alistair folded his arms across his chest.
Garrett narrowed his eyes, “Shut up!” He said simply before anyone else had the chance to. Alistair scowled and went into a sulky mood.
“I never should have bothered talking back into that microphone,” he muttered.
“Well, ya did, and if you hadn’t we’d never have gotten our hands on those records your system had.”
Alistair perked up a little, “No, I suppose not.”
“Look, I don’t think there is much point in bickering and I don’t think there is much we can do for Fraiser. He was the one who wasn’t careful. In a kind of twisted way he helped us, warned us, so I suppose all we can do is wait. See if he does come back.”
“And if he doesn’t, Gray?” Someone asked.
“Then we mourn him.” She shrugged.
“No more talk of Fraiser, there’s nothing we can do seeing as we don’t even know where he is and dwelling on it won’t help us, OK?” Nods came from all round and suddenly a flow of people began to meander past and fill the corridor. Back to work.
* * * * * *
“Hello, Delvian, keeping our treasonous convict company, I see. Well, you do have a lot in common,” John chuckled sardonically.
Fraiser could take little comfort for the knowledge that this man was human, in fact he did not want to believe it. It only disgusted him further that a human could have so much cold hate and insanity to be this way. Fraiser knew the devil would welcome this.... abomination of the human species.
Crichton now walked in front of Fraiser’s cell, the door swung open.
“And how are you, Mr. Boon?”
“Fine, thankyouverymuch,” he replied, spitting all the sarcasm straight back at Crichton.
“Considering. Ready to come and answer some things for Admiral Sun and I yet? Both of us are also more than happy to get the knife out again, or maybe 2 knives.” He let that hang in the air for a few microts before letting a couple of guards to bring Fraiser, drag if necessary, to an interrogation cell.
“So, where were we?”
“I believe he was bout to tell us who transmitted the messages.” Aeryn did not sit this time, but put herself to better use, doing more than just observing how Crichton worked, but joining him as well. She’d never wondered why most of the Peacekeeper soldiers craved for interrogation duties, the thrill of being successful, of doing whatever you wanted to be successful. Of inflicting pain.
“I think we’ll start with something else today, like...” he thought for a second. “Who you are... were working with.”
“I was alone.”
“Well, you are *now*, that is for certain, but I do not think a single pathetic being could outwit us, outwit me. Plus, one of our people saw at least one other person enter the line, unfortunately we lost them. All we need is a name and you can go free.”
Fraiser snorted. “Free? You mean back down there? I think I’ll pass.”
“Oh no, Mr. Boon. We mean we will give you a small shuttle. We’ll let you go.”
“And I’m sure it would do me the world... universe of good because even if I do manage to fly it out, you’ll shoot me down as soon as I do.”
“I do have some integrity, as hard as *you* may find that to believe. Once I have what I need, I have no need for you, and I have no need to kill you either. So you may go, is that not a fair trade?” He asked innocently. “A deal, is a deal, to break it would be dishonest and deceitful.”
“Ha!” Fraiser snorted again. In his eyes these people were evil, dishonest and hateful, after all, the had taken over his world.
“Do you mock me, man?” He said with slight agitation and not being able to shake it off in time for him to speak. “Do you accept our offer or not?”
“No, I do not accept your ‘offer’.”
Crichton sighed, “OK.” Even if he wouldn’t speak in exchange for a bribe, pain often changed peoples mind’s about answering. “You really are taking up much of my time. If you do not become any easier to deal with you’ll be meeting someone I guarantee you’ll hate tomorrow,” Crichton said cryptically. “And when he arrives we’ll have all the answers we need... But it will be painful and I’d rather not have you put through that.”
“Oh really?”
“No, I lied.”
“Thought so.”
Aeryn shook her head at the exchange at the two men, both seemingly overloading with testosterone in this showdown.
“In fact, I’d love to see you suffer. It would, however, make you an even bigger waste of time than you already are, human.” Crichton continued with his strategy, give him something to think about, tell him he’ll suffer, but not how.
“So, who is this someone I am supposedly so scared of.”
“Haha, let’s just say, after you’ve met him, you’ll never want to sit down in a chair. Ever. Again,” he dragged out and emphasised the last two words, achieving the desired effect. Confusion.
“Admiral.” The bridge officer’s voice came over the comm. “A Carrier has been sensed, 1000 metras off number 2 Scanning Buoy.”
“Scorpius,” he breathed. He turned back to Fraiser and raised his eyebrow. “Looks like your new best friend has arrived.” He signalled to the guards. “Take him back to his cell, we don’t need him here anymore. Be ready to transfer him to Scorpius’ carrier.” They nodded as Crichton left. Aeryn pondered over going to ‘welcome’ the hybrid as well, but thought against it, instead accompanying these guards back to the cells. Scorpius’ hybrid vigour still made her shudder.
* * * * * *
“Ah, hello John,” Scorpius greeted, calling him by his ‘unusual’ first name.
“I’m glad you came upon such short notice and strange request,” Crichton nodded, acknowledging his coming silently as well.
“Yes, it seems a little premature for such a measure.”
“However, I do need this information. Everyday that passes something could happen.”
Scorpius nodded in approval, “I always knew you were not as stupid as you looked.” They both laughed, not the empty laughter it would be around anyone else, but the laughter shared between... friends.
“Indeed.”
“Now, who is it that is so urgent?”
“A human. We need to find out some names and see some faces.”
“Hmmmm, he will resist, he will not break easily,” Scorpius told John as they continued to walk towards the cells deep in the bowels of the ship.
“Have you ever been in contact with one before?”
“No, no,” said Scorpius calmly, hands clasped behind his straight back. “I’m sure it will be an interesting experience. New species always are.”
“We are prepared for his transport, unless you would prefer to work here.” Crichton stopped outside the cell block entrance.
“I have also prepared for transfer of the Aurora Chair. It would be wiser to move it now, seeing as everything is prepared. Plus I would like to talk to the Delvian you also have, I believe she can help me,” Scorpius rationalised.
“She is a mad-woman, Scorpius.”
“Maybe, but she is still a P’au.” He covered his real reasons for wanting to see her with this and was believed without question from Crichton.
“True, true. You can see her when you like, I suppose,” Crichton informed Scorpius without interest. The door slid open as John swiped his ident chip over the lock and he indicated the way for Scorpius to walk.
Zhaan watched Scorpius walk by with narrow eyes. He paid no attention to her, walking by to the next cell, the cell of current interest. Zhaan knew Scorpius remembered, Zhaan knew Scorpius knew she remembered. That meant her fate was not sealed, would she die here, considered a security risk by Scorpius? Or on her home of Delvia?
She stayed quiet and listened to the exchange as it began only denches away.
“Hello Fraiser. Oh, John, I see you’ve already begun questioning.” Scorpius said, referring to the visible, large scab on his forehead.
“Yes, as you have probably guessed I thought it would come to no ends for a while, that is why I called you in.”
“Ew, what are you?” Fraiser blurted out in disgust. Scorpius merely stared at him, not delivering his retort for a few microts.
“Your worst nightmare.”
John had said that to him once, when Scorpius himself had been captured by them. it was that day that Crichton had put a bio-neural tracer and clone in his head. And that was also the day Scorpius had vowed revenge upon John Crichton once and for all.
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End pt.3