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Valkyrie XI - Valkyrie Rides Again;
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own ‘em, just please let me use your characters for a little while and I promise to return them as well as they began this ficlet. Thanks in advance.
(Disclaimer mine)
Location: Gammak Base
Grid Coordinates: CLASSIFIED
“What are you humming, Sir?” Braca was stunned to see his master, Scorpius, acting, um, well, happy, and he was humming something alien to his ears.
“Never mind that, why are you here?” Scorpius didn’t want to deal with Braca at that moment. And the tune, the damned tune – he couldn’t explain it to himself. And now Braca heard him humming. As much as he trusted Braca, his right hand man, Braca was a Peacekeeper through and through, and could also be trusted to take any advantage.
“Special Forces Commander Crais wants to see you immediately…” Commander Crais interrupted Braca before he could finish. “You have one hundred microts to meet me in my office!”
“Yes, Madam” Scorpius replied.
Crais turned on her heel and marched out.
“Braca, meet me at her office with my books.” Scorpius sighed, he knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant. He had so little to show for their investment in his wormhole project.
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“Commander Scorpius, we have made a significant investment in your research and have nothing to show for it. Not only are we no closer to attaining the wormhole technology you have promised us, but we have lost valuable personal and time. We could have been improving our existing technology to better defend against the Scarrans as well as making alliances. Instead, we have lost ground, fallen behind in our defenses, and missed opportunities with other systems. This cannot continue. You have one monen to show meaningful results. In the mean time, I am diverting some of the funds to improve our weakening defenses.
“Dismissed.” Commander Crais stood up and Scorpius left the office.
*Ha ha ha. I thought I’d never see the day when you, the mighty Scorpius, would be humiliated by anyone* The recently dead Talyn John guffawed
*Damn you Crichton! I have enough to contend with Crais taking over my office and the project in shambles. I don’t need your snide remarks. I’m not interested in hearing anything you have to say unless it is the equations I seek.* Scorpius felt his rods begin to over heat.
*Now you-all know I can’t do that.* Talyn John drawled.
The once proud and confident Scorpius, felt beaten. * Damn you John! You have the equations, it would be such a simple thing to give them too me.*
PI John replaced Talyn John and was sillouted by an exploding nuclear bomb. * You want to destroy the universe, Scorpy. I can’t let you do that.*
*No, no! The Scarrans will destroy us. They won’t stop with the Sebaceans, they will destroy all other species. And mark my words, they will destroy your pitiful home, Earth.*
*You’ve bought into that lie too? My, my, my, I thought you were too smart to get taken by your own propoganda! >SNERK< * PI John clutched his stomach, laughing.
*LIE! It’s not a lie. I’ve shown you how the Scarrans are. Your pathetic world would be no match. None!*
*Yeah, yeah. You bared your soul to me Scorpy. Well, I don’t see the other side of the equation, so I ain’t buying it. That little piece of melodrama is not proof. Not for me. * PI John left.
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A dejected Scorpius entered his quarters to be enveloped by Zavtig. She hugged him and lifted him as if he had no weight at all and kissed him fully. There were sparks, there was heat, there was PI John humming the tune Scorpius hummed earlier. PI John put words to the Tango:
She touched your lips and all at once the sparks went flying
Your devil lips that know so well the art of lying
And though she sees the danger still the flames grow higher
She must surrender to your kiss of fire.
Just like a torch you set the soul within her burning
She must go on along the road, there’s no returning
And though it burns her and it turns her into ashes
Her whole world crashes without your kiss of fire.
She can't resist you, what good is there in trying
What good is there denying, you're all that she desires
Since first she kissed you, her heart was yours completely
If she’s a slave, then it's a slave, she wants to be...
Don't pity her, don't pity her
Give her your lips, the lips you only let her borrow
Love her tonight, devil take tomorrow
She knows that she must have your kiss although it kills her
Though it consumes her, your kiss of fire
She know that she must have your kiss although it kills her
Though it consumes her your kiss of fire.
Zavtig was radiant, Zavtig glowed, Scorpius succumbed.
Note: There really is a tango called “Kiss of Fire” by l. Allen & R. Hill, which I’ve adapted slightly for this ficlet.
Acknowledgement: Runnik for beta reading.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own ‘em, just please let me use your characters for a little while and I promise to return them as well as they began this ficlet. Thanks in advance.
(Disclaimer mine)
Location: Escape Pod
Grid Coordinates: Don’t Know
“You’re taking her with us?” Braca stared incredulously at, Scorpius. “We won’t all fit into the escape pod!”
“Exactly! You will find another pod. Come my lovely.” Scorpius helped Zavtig into the Escape Pod and left Braca to fend for himself. Unbeknownst to Braca, Scorpius had been training Zavtig to change his rods, *He thinks he is indispensable, does he?* Scorpius chortled to himself, glad to be rid of the loyal, but sycophantic Lieutenant. Zavtig was a refreshing change; she didn’t loathe him. He would just have to get used to her occasional vocal outbursts, as the rest of her was quite pleasant.
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Drifting through space, Scorpius had time to reflect on what went wrong. He thought he had handily deflected Crais at the Gammak base and thus left in his Command Carrier to finish the research. The Gammak base had become a stationary target, as it were. How could he know Crais would go to the top and get the likes of Grayza on his ‘you-know-what’. And he had just secured cooperation from the real John Crichton. He had all the security in place, how could Crichton have sabotaged him like that. He didn’t suspect a thing!
*Ya-wl were dealing with Yankee ingenuity.* PI John crooned.
Scorpius was about to rebut the statement when he noticed the instrumentation flashing a warning. They were speeding towards a lone asteroid. Before Scorpius could correct the pod’s path, Zavtig looked out the portal and saw the rock. In panic she let go with a most magnificent pure tone, the likes of which she had never before produced.
“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… (Oh, it goes on for pages, but I’ll spare you the details, dear reader.)
* POP… POP… POP….**** POP… ***
“CRAIS! Are you dead?” Zhaan asked.
“I… I don’t know. I thought I was going to die when I pulled that little trick with Talyn, but then, I thought I saw stars; I thought we somehow cleared the mess. Where am I? And what are you doing here Zhaan?”
“Crais, old buddy! How’s it hanging!” Talyn John slapped Crais on the back and sent him sprawling to the floor.
“Gasp! Again, where am I?” Crais found his feet and stood up.
“You’re in Scarpy’s head, so you must be dead.” PI John said.
“Two of you?” Crais sputtered.
“Yeah, it’s a long story, we’ll tell you later.” Talyn John and PI John said in unison. PI John continued, “It seems Scorpy baby has got himself a girlfriend, Zavtig. She’s a species called a Valkyrie, and he is quite smitten… “
“I am not!” Scorpius interrupted.
“Okay, then why’d you take her instead of Braca with you?” PI John smirked.
“**Sigh** John, just how long would you last in the presence of that smarmy Peacekeeper? Zavtig, at least, isn’t smarmy.” Scorpius sat down. He looked resigned to whatever fate had to deal him.
“Uh, Scorpius, it looks like Zavtig altered the pod’s path. Do you know where we are going?”
“Wha… ?”
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Zavtig had indeed altered their course. They were heading straight for her home, Valkyr. When Scorpius tried to correct the trajectory, Zavtig smiled quite sweetly and enveloped Scorpius in her ample bosom, and planted big sloppy kisses all over his person. Zavtig continued this loving treatment of Scorpius for many, many arns until they landed on Valkyr. Not only was Scorpius in an extremely debilitated state when they landed, but the crowd in his head couldn’t stop laughing.
As soon as they landed on Valkyr, Scorpius & Co. knew they were in deep dren. For it turned out that the pure tones, the tones Zavtig uttered sparingly, were, in fact, the way Valkyries communicated with each other. As soon as the pod’s hatch opened, they were greeted with a cacophony of pure tones, each a third note off the next. It sounded like a million Chinese opera’s competing with each other simultaneously, with a little Wagner tossed into the mix.
Scorpius was afraid his head would explode. Then he hoped it would explode. Complete strangers began taking up residence in his noggin. Scorpius passed out.
He came to in a magnificent room on an even more magnificent bed with Zavtig hovering attentively over him. He cautiously looked inside his mind and only found PI John slouched against a street light, smoking a cigarette.
“I don’t know how they did it, but it seems everyone but me is gone. **Sigh**” John’s shoulders sagged.
“Surely you don’t miss the horde? It was really crowded. I don’t think I had any more room.” Scorpius said.
“I don’t miss the horde, just my friends.” PI John sulked. “What are you going to do now? We seem to be trapped here.”
“I don’t know.” Exhausted, Scorpius fell asleep.