Return to Kill Furlow Index
Author: PKAmmoTroop
Rating: R (Violence)
Spoilers: Up to IP:IA (sort of)
Disclaimer: Farscape and related characters are owned by the Jim Henson company, Channel 9 Australia, and the Sci Fi channel, all brilliant, wonderful, wise, and very good looking people who realize that I am not trying to make a buck off their marvelous efforts but am only entertaining myself and friends and that I’m completely broke so suing me wouldn’t be worth the effort.
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On a late night in a dirty bar on a dusty planet a weary former peacekeeper drank bottle after bottle of low quality Felip Nectar and tried to ignore the universe. The universe was starting to get annoying and it was really starting to bother her. A drunken hynerian lay sprawled across the bar next to her, mumbling in his drunken stupor, giving orders to subordinates now long gone. The former peacekeeper just stared into her drink and wished it all away...
The barmaid offered Aeryn another drink and leered at her. “Getcha something else honey?”
“I don’t swing that way.” Muttered Aeryn into her drink.
“Well well well. Look who’s too good for the likes of me! What makes ya think I’d go for someone as scrawny as you?” snarled the barmaid.
“Because you’re obviously someone of taste.” Growled Aeryn praying that her sarcasm wouldn’t be lost on this annoying creature. She stared harder at her drink wishing that the barmaid with the familiar voice would just go away until needed.
“Off with their heads!” muttered Rygel.
“So what crawled up your pants and died honey? Did some MAN go and dump you?” the barmaid said smugly.
Aeryn recognized that voice. She looked up and saw the pudgy, sweaty countenance of Furlow. Aeryn leaned over the bar and put her face close to Furlow’s. The fat pig didn’t seem to recognize her, which was all right with Aeryn. “Yeah, some MAN dumped me, now shut the frell up and bring me a six pack.”
Furlow sneered at Aeryn and turned to grab the drinks. She brought six bottles of Felip Nectar to Aeryn and said “That’ll be ten fifty” and held out her fat hand to accept Aeryns currency. What Furlow received from Aeryn instead was a pulse pistol blast in the face that splattered her brains over the mirror behind the bar.
Her massive body slumped to the ground and the commotion woke Rygel who peered over the edge of the bar to see the cooling corpse of a slim young girl lying on the floor. Her head was blown off and her normally greenish skin was turning blue as her life fluids flowed out onto the floor.
“Another Furlow?” Rygel sighed.
“She’s out here somewhere.” Snarled Aeryn. She grabbed the six pack and headed for the door elbowing her way through the panicked bar patrons.
Rygel slid into his hover throne and caught up with her. “If you insist on continuing this course of action I predict the most dire of circumstances.” Moaned the shocked Hynerian.
“Like what? We’ll have to get our own drinks?”
“Exactly.” Rygel sighed hopelessly. It’s not easy being a guardian angel like John asked.
