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He understood.
A brother.
A captaincy.
A breeding program.
A living ship with a crew of wanted criminals.
A human.
A peacekeeper/leviathan hybrid.
Bialar Crais observed John Crichton out of the corner of his eye as the human bent over the table, furiously scribbling in his journal.
Wormholes.
Yes, he understood.
Too well.
Obsession.
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Massive explosions shattered the darkness, blinding him even as his ship raced in the opposite direction. Debris hurled from the center of the destruction overtook them. The ship bucked and shuddered under the impact. He held the controls tightly, asking for a burst of speed. Escape velocity was finally achieved.
“I am so sorry,” he mumbled over and over, tears streaming from his eyes.
He looked at the tiny squirming bundle secured tightly in the basket next to him.
He would keep his vow, keep their child safe, raise him as his own.
Ka D’Argo would never let him forget.