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Hope; Bonds; The Deadlier Sex;
Word Count: 98
Aeryn stood guard over the transport pod and waited for Crais and Crichton to acquire the intelligence on Scorpius's command carrier in the outpost town. Out of the fog came a serene azure figure.
"Zhaan?"
"Yes. Your grief called out to me."
"You're dead."
"True. Reversion to your role of Peacekeeper is wrong. Don't bottle up your grief. Let it out so your wounds can close and heal." Zhaan smiled. "Go to John. He will help you if you let him."
Aeryn awoke with a start in her bed on Moya. Perhaps she should listen to the dream.
Word Count: 74
Thoughts swirled through Crais's mind. His obsession for revenge for his brother's death. Relentless pursuit of Crichton and Moya's crew. Disobedience of his superiors' orders. Murder of his executive officer. His resignation from the Peacekeepers. The taking of Talyn. So many of his decisions had a dark ulterior motive. The dead Crichton was right. He stepped forward to join John and Aeryn. He would try to earn their trust and claim his 'better self'.
Word Count: 63
Scorpius solemnly paced the bridge of his command carrier. The chip was destroyed. The techs still were unable to decipher enough of the equations he had given them to create a stable wormhole. Contact with Xhalax's retrieval squad was lost. Scorpius scowled and issued orders for the recapture of his original source. He would make John pay for this lost time and energy.
Word Count: 80
So much death, so much loss, sometimes he thought he would drown in the despair. His search was fruitless and futile. The weight of his disappointment seemed to crush him.
A voice intruded into his wanderings. "We need you."
Stark looked up. "Aeryn?"
"We've found Scorpius's command carrier, but we have to get rid of Harvey out of Crichton's mind before we can attack. I think you can help him the way Jack helped my John."
Stark frowned. "I'll try."
Word Count: 70
Lost in thought, a sleepless Jool wandered down Moya's darkened corridors. Both of her relatives were gone. During her stay, she had been injured, punched, and yelled at. Her crewmates almost constantly fell from one mishap into another. It was intolerable. Why hadn't she gotten off on one of the commerce planets when they had gotten supplies? She stopped still and smiled, suddenly realizing she had gained a new family.
Word Count: 80
Jenavia answered the knock on her door. "Yes?"
"Lt. Bracca, aide to Scorpius." He handed her a chip. "Your leave has been cancelled. High Command has given us your services."
She swiftly verified the authorization. "Instructions?"
"Capture a former Peacekeeper, Officer Aeryn Sun." He handed her another data chip. "Here is her dossier, last known whereabouts, and probable destination."
"Why?"
"Bait for a trap for the human, Commander John Crichton."
Jenavia licked her lips and smiled. "It'll be my pleasure."