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John staggered, caught his balance - where the hell.?
One minute the Terrace, wishing for home, the next - ?
Bright space. Debris, chaos, cake. Figures just in focus.
Over there a table - a huge, furry quadruped playing pool.
Behind him, Aeryn, hand hovering over her pulse pistol.
A cry of 'Look out'! He ducked, SPLATTT}}}, iced cake in her ear.
Suddenly they're all around, in attitudes of worship, the quadruped's razor
teeth sparkling . . .
'Don't shoot, I don't think they're dangerous . . .'
'Claudia! - You came - we've had a great party for you . . .'
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Usual disclaimer – the characters are not of my creation, but I hope it's OK to borrow them for a short while.
"You are NOT going to apologise . . . "
"Of course not! But . . . I wanted to thank you."
"Huhh?"
"For getting us off the planet . . . "
So much had happened since . . . "You're welcome."
There was an awkward silence - Chiana hovered in the doorway. "Scariest thing – all that smiling . . . "
"Hmmm."
Chiana plumped down to sit beside her. "Hey – I'm sorry, too." A little white paw on a black clad shoulder.
Aeryn barely looked up. "A cycle ago I'd have broken your wrist for that!" Was that a smirk?
"That's alright then – good to have you back."
And Aeryn, ex-PeaceKeeper, flashed Chi a bright smile.
Usual disclaimer – the characters are not of my creation, but I hope it's OK to borrow them for a short while.
It takes place during Jeremiah Crichton, somewhere during the quarter of a cycle after the fateful Starburst.
On the silent command, Pilot's voice broke into her reverie.
"What is it Pilot?"
"A planet, Officer Sun – a little off our course, but . . . "
"But what?"
"I have been monitoring their communications. there is something . . . an unusual ship . . ."
"Crichton, you mean?
"There is no direct evidence of his presence."
A small smile. "But you infer it?"
"A possibility only . . ."
"Thank you Pilot. Are we in range?"
"Two more arns at present speed."
"I'll take the Prowler out . . . "
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"The Peacekeeper has fled," Rygel announced, "and no bad thing either!” he mumbled as an afterthought.