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Time: After Fractures
Word Count: 95
Yotz, that man is completely farhbot . . . and a magnet for trouble. I haven't had a peaceful meal since he came aboard. Now he wants to kill Scorpius, and asked us to help him! Farhbot. There he is . . . looking over his notes again. I can't stand to look at such a pathetic being.
*moves on*
That crazed Peacekeeper bitch . . . looking at the other one's notebook. She's pathetic, too. Well, I suppose they'll need all the help they can get. I am, after all, a Dominar of action as well as principle . . . after all, Zhaan would have helped.
Setting: VERY end of S3
Disclaimer: don't own 'em...will return them safe...maybe. ;)
Word count: 97, counting title
The plan was going perfectly. They were almost to the command carrier, and hadn't been detected yet. "Well, kiddies-" John disappeared before he could complete the sentence. Aeryn and Crais looked at each other in horror as they looked at the veiw screen and realized that they were no longer surrounded by stars. Aeryn knew of only one being that was capable of such feats.
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"I have you now, John Crichton. Zhaan can't come to your rescue this time."
'Frell me', John thought. 'NONE of these aliens with god complexes EVER die.' Maldis was back.