Wormhole Lament; Set the Controls;
Time Frame: Early S3
Usual Disclaimer: The characters are not of my own creation, but I hope it’s OK to borrow them for a short while.
Chiana scampered past: "Why is no-one ever pleased to see us?"
Aeryn snapped alert, "Who have you frelled-off now?" and hurried after.
* * *
Dodging the furious pursuit took them out of the market.
"Your shopping is _never_ straightforward! - - - In here!" Grabbing Chiana, Aeryn shattered the grille of an abandoned lockup and ducked inside.
The pursuit stormed past. They breathed again.
* * *
From the gloom came shuffling. Aeryn levelled her pistol. Chiana grabbed a stave. 'She's game at least' - Aeryn conceded.
Hazy light lit up a figure. Chi giggled. Aeryn gave a laugh of surprise. "Frell me! A drannit!!"
Word count; 95
He looked at her, and suddenly saw her clearly as if for the first time – and he saw that she was gaunt. It was not just the effect of the severe PeaceKeeper braid – the woman was drained, exhausted.
"Come", he said simply, holding out his hand, and she took it meekly.
He led her into the private world of the cockpit where he had wrestled so long with his own daemons.
"Would it help to talk?"
"No D'Argo, it wouldn’t."
So he held her quietly in his massive arms while she sobbed herself into sleep.
Words: 92
"Rasklak Lieutenant?"
"Hmm? Thank you – no."
"Still on call are you?"
He nodded ruefully – he was always on call.
Always – until fate, or maybe that lunatic human and the traitorous defector, ended it – which was unlikely.
Would he ever be free of the half-breed abomination?
Dangerous ground. Don't even think it!
"Well," said the other, clapping him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't have your job –" He drifted away.
The buzz in the rec. room died suddenly.
"Lieutenant Bracca – " came the purr just behind him. Mind into neutral. Snap to alert! Turn. . .
"Sir?"
I pace;
Rygel commands;
And John - he is summoning up a wormhole.
I pace.
I need to speak with him
to find a way to explain -
how I tried to avoid the hurt -
to him - to me.
He fails, space remains unmoved - he comes to me -
we can still mend this thing.
Space boils, and it appears - just a few microts late -
Or a few microts too soon.
Applause -
Behold the conjuror!
And his attention is sucked in,
into the vortex again -
with our futures...
Word count: 99
Time: after 4.22
"Wow, that's big. Can we outrun it?"
"Too close," Pilot said.
"We have the Prowler, and Lo-La, we'll fight our way out", Aeryn said.
Chi was yelling, "Hi-yi-yi-yi-yi!"
"We can Negotiate!" John began, to be met with blank stares all round.
"D'Argo?" someone asked.
"Moya thinks she can manage one more Starburst," Pilot offered - "hold on. . . ."
"Oh frell - - - !" Pilot said uncharacteristically. "Sorry people - - - " His message fritzed into nothing, as Moya materialised in the heart of a sun.
Rygel awoke, Stark's one eye filling his vision.
"Welcome to the afterlife" Stark beamed.
"Oh yotz -" Rygel said. "here we go again . . ."