THE FELLIP NECTAR STAND Edition 2

THE FELLIP NECTAR STAND Edition 2.6: Here a Death, There a Death, Everywhere a Death

Author: LeatherGirl

Disclaimer: I do not own Farscape or anything associated with Farscape so help me God. ;)

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[John, Aeryn, Zhaan, D’Argo, and Rygel are all seated at their usual booth at the stand drinking John’s homemade version of Margaritas. And yes, they were flaming! The aliens are quite impressed.]

John: “Knocking on Death’s Door.”

Aeryn: [Raises an eyebrow as does the others around the human.] “My translator microbes must still be thawing out.”

John: “I’m just thinking of our recent struggles and deadly encounters since…well, since I arrived here. I really think the PTB are out to get us.”

Zhaan: [Tilts head as she sips her blue margarita.] “PTB? Who are they? Goddesses of some sort?”

Rygel: “If you ask me, anything the human says might as well be interpreted as Hynerian dren. Forget the past and live in the present! Bartender! More margaritas please!”

D’Argo: “Thanks Rygel, I never thought you’d actually become selfless.”

Rygel: [Wrinkles brow and raises chin.] “I was ordering for myself.”

John: [Shakes head.] “Listen, I’m sick of this death thing. I want to have a nice relaxing Maui vacation on a sandy beach, excellent surf, and plenty of entertainment. Nothing out of the ordinary to pop out of the sand or some electrical storm washing up the shore or an evil nemesis grinning at me from down wind. Nothing at all.” [Sighs dreamily and leans back with his arms behind his head. The others just roll their eyes.]

Rygel: [Marvels at the flaming bright yellow drinks set before him.] “As long as you come back from the dead, why not? It’s not every solar day you get to die, experience the afterlife, and come back to life as good as new. Personally, a Dominar such as myself could profit greatly. Imagine all the burial jewels and food offerings!” [Laughs.]

D’Argo: “It is the ‘Season of Death’ so to speak. Just another phase from Crichton’s precious ‘PTB’. A plot device if you will. New ways to die and live yet again. Kind of catchy if you ask me.” [Sips red drink with an odd smile on his face.]

[Rygel slurps down the last of his first drink and belches.]

John: [Shrugs.] “The Uncharted Territories would not be an exciting place or even notable if it weren’t deadly.”

Aeryn: “I’ve never heard anyone be so concerned with death in the first place. It’s a fact of living. We live. We die. It’s that simple.”

Zhaan: [Jumps into conversation with a little too much drive.] “We should all embrace death openly and explore what it has to offer!”

John: [Frowns at Zhaan.] “Frell, Z, you’re next up to bat.”

[Strange looks from all cause John to lower his shoulders briefly and lean forward.]

John: “Sorry.”

Zhaan: “Death comes in many forms, in unsuspecting ways. Perhaps this is why death strikes fear in living beings. I see death as a welcoming embrace to another time, another place.”

Rygel: [Giggles.] “She’s a frelling poet, don’t you know it?”

John: “Here’s a great ‘philosophical’ thought to ponder. Faced with the reality that this third year of our existence together, what is your ideal way to die?”

D’Argo: [Perhaps a little too loudly. The margaritas are strong with Kylian Fectar mixed in.] “In battle! Plain and simple.”

Aeryn: “Ha! Battling in space, where else? Fighting for honor.”

Zhaan: [Dreamily.] “Harmonizing with all dead matter and melding minds with the spiritual beings as one single entity.”

All in unison: “Huh?”

Rygel: “The only honorable way a Dominar should die, of course. Jewels up on jewels thrown at my shrine stationed on a permanent throne in the center square of my kingdom for all to see. And Hynerian servants waiting on me, bringing daily offerings of delicacies fit only for royalty.”

John: “My dad would say six feet under pushing up the daisies next to mom.” [John looks saddened for a moment. Then smiles.] “The ultimate adrenalin rush of blasting off over hetch 10 and not knowing what hit me when my module disintegrates into space dust.”

Aeryn: “This is pointless. We should be concentrating on the living. Survival. The whole point of avoiding death in the first place.”

John: “Which brings me to another question. How ‘has’ death changed you, Aeryn my sweet?” [Smiles with an expectant stare to Aeryn. Aeryn shifts uncomfortably as the others turn to look at her as well.]

Aeryn: “Ah, I, well…I don’t remember.”

[D’Argo snorts. Zhaan lets out a little laugh. Rygel grunts.]

John: “Come on, Aeryn. Humor us.”

Aeryn: “Well, I’m less willing to…to maintain things…you know…clean my pulse pistol after ‘every’ time I use it. You know, have a little more….”

John: “Fun?”

Aeryn: “That’s it, yes.” [Nods head, letting the thought sink in. John and D’Argo look to each other and burst out laughing. Aeryn grows angry.] “What are you laughing at, D’Argo? As I recall, you have been wanting to die lately.”

[D’Argo frowns and looks down to his drink.]

John: “Hey. Give the guy a break, will you?”

Aeryn: “And you!”

John: “Me?” [Points to himself with a questionable look.]

Aeryn: “Did you not just request for Zhaan to kill you? You wanted to die too!”

[John frowns and opens his mouth to speak but is at a loss of words.]

Zhaan: “Everybody, please! I have a headache.” [Holds forehead briefly.] “One more argument out of you and you’ll all get to experience what a permanent death is really like!”

[The crew looks shocked.]

John: “Hey, we’re just trying to shed some light on the subject.”

Zhaan: “Death as I said before should be embraced, not treated like something you can simply wish away. Or something you can laugh upon to ease your fear of it.”

Rygel: “I’m not afraid of anything.” [Puffs out chest.]

D’Argo: “Rygel, look out!”

[Rygel shouts in fright and ushers under the table. John and D’Argo explode into laughter once more. Rygel, quivering, peers up from underneath the table, glancing around nervously.]

Aeryn: “Why do the PTB insist on obsessing over death anyway?”

John: “Yeah, out with the soap opera plot lines and in with the clever, complex story lines that intrigue and inspire. Something like Star Wars.” [Giggles. The drinks are obviously strong and affecting everyone quickly.]

Zhaan: “Even with a death theme, our adventures in the Uncharted Territories will continue to amaze and mystify.”

Aeryn: [Tilts head and twirls her half-empty glass.] “Original and daring. That’s Farscape.”

D’Argo: “One more thing.”

John: “What’s that, D-man?”

[Aeryn and Zhaan look to each other and mouth ‘D-man’ with disgust and question.]

D’Argo: “Who’s next?”

[All turn to Zhaan immediately. She straightens and then frowns.]

Zhaan: “I’ll be back!”

Rygel: [Still slightly on edge.] “So what happens when the PTB what to get rid of us permanently?”

[Silence follows and eerie music begins to play at the stand. The group sips their margaritas and the camera zooms out. Rygel can be heard shouting after a close encounter with a flaming margarita and D’Argo and John can be heard laughing hysterically. And cut!]

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Death in the Uncharted Territories. What will season four be focused on? Coming back from the dead and dealing with the aftermath? Sounds like a talk show topic to me. Here’s to hoping our favorite Farscape crew makes it through the entire season without a scar or other side effect to death besides “living through it”!

Scape On everybody!

LeatherGirl