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Inspired by AerynCrichton’s Chocolate Challenge.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, if I did, why in the ever lovin’ blue eyed world would I be doing this? I’ m keeping my day job.
Note: The characters behave more like James Bond characters. I am not trying to strictly parallel Goldfinger. There are many similar elements.
Acknowledgement: To Runnik, for not only doing the beta reading (which is essential) but for all the encouragement and support (also essential). And if you think this voluntary job is easy, try it some time. It is a lot of work for which I am indebted to him.
Cast:
John Crichton (James Bond)
Scorpius Brownfinger [he finally gets another name!] (Auric Goldfinger)
Chiana (one of Brownfinger’s innocent lovely’s)
Aeryn Sun (Pussy Galore)
Rygel (Q)
D’Argo (M)
Jool (Miss Moneypenny)
Furlow (Odd Job)
Braca (One of Brownfinger’s henchmen)
Bialar Crais (Felix Leiter)
Stark (John’s golf caddy)
Moya (HQ)
Part 1
Moya
John Crichton parked his module and slid into command, tossing his coat onto a hook. “Jool, you look lovely. What have you done to your hair?”
“You’re late again John.” Jool swiveled around taking John’s hand. “D’Argo is waiting for you, now get in there.”
John acted as if there was no urgency and continued to flirt with Jool. D’Argo interrupted him over the coms. “John Crichton, put a lid on it and get in here now. We have urgent business to discuss.”
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“So you will have to go to the Planet Grand B’hwa. You will be working with Crais again.” D’Argo said.
“Oh good! We have some catching up to do.”
“Not until you complete this mission, Crichton.” More than anything D’Argo did not like being interrupted. “The person we want intelligence on is Scorpius Brownfinger. We know he has been smuggling chocolate, but we don’t know how he has been doing it. Jool will give you his dossier; study it. Rygel will fit you out with the weapons you will need.” D’Argo summed the mission up, and turned Crichton over to Rygel.
D’Argo stopped John before he could leave the area, “John, are you still using Wynona?”
“Sure. I wouldn’t be without her. She has stood by me more times than I can remember. I trust my life to her.” John stood in the doorway, fondling his Wynona.
“Turn it in. We have new issue. Regulations.”
“Huh?” John looked at D’Argo in disbelief. He would never give Wynona up.
“Bring her to me. You will take this, it’s much lighter, more powerful, and can easily be hidden under your coat.” D’Argo held the new weapon in the palm of his hand. It was barely microns longer than his hand.
John had no choice; he had to take the new weapon. But, he could also keep Wynona? No! D’Argo was having none of it.
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“So Rygel, what have you got to show me?” John and Rygel were in front of his Farscape Module. There were dozens of technicians swarming around and testing various devices.
“Before we get to your module, I have a personal item that I think you will find of interest.” Rygel orbited John, making him dizzy.
“Okay, okay, stop moving! I’m going to get sick. Just show me what you have.” John grabbed Rygel’s throne sled to prevent him from making another orbit.
“Give me your coat.” Rygel hovered in front of Crichton.
“Why?” John hated the thought of parting with this coat. It became a second skin to him. It had taken many monens wearing that coat for it to mold to his shape. Now he would have to break in a new one.
“Because, I’ve got this for you.” Rygel pointed to another coat that looked similar to the one John had on. It did not have his signature. When Rygel saw John frowning, he quickly showed him the new coat’s merits. “You may think this is an ordinary Peacekeeper issue coat. It is not. It has a very special feature. Look here. You twist this clasp ninety degrees counter clockwise while pulling on your left sleeve at the second button, like this, it will become your personal throne sled. It can gain altitude to five hundred metras.” Rygel demonstrated on the coat John was still wearing.
“Oh, that’s interesting. How long will it keep me afloat? And how fast can I go?” John took off his old coat. It wasn’t that important to him!
“You will have six hundred microts, and it will cover about one thousand denches.” Rygel looked rather pleased with himself. “Now for your module, we’ve added two features that I think you will be pleased with.”
“What’s he doing here?” John pointed to a Sheyang standing by the module.
“That is one of the features. We are installing Sheyangs as part of the weapons system of the Farscape Modules. Quite a good design, this. All our agents are using the copies since you came on the scene. Oh, where was I? Yes, the Sheyang. See this guide we have installed on the rear of the module? The Sheyang is behind it, and puts his face in this mask, individually fitted, I might add. When you flip this switch, the Sheyang will instantly react to the signal and belch fire through the guide. I believe it just may come in handy, and knowing you, it will be soon.” Rygel hovered looking smug.
John was pleased; he could really surprise some tailgater. He looked inside his module at the switch for the Sheyang, when he noticed a new button, protected by a metal flap. “What is this?” John pulled the flap up as he asked.
“DON’T touch it.” Rygel tried to pull John’s hand away from the flap. “That is a miniaturized wormhole maker. Use it only if you have no other choice.”
John released the flap. “When will my module be ready?”
“In eight arns.”
“Good, I’ll be able to study this dossier.” John held up a folder and strode out of the work area. * I wonder if Jenevia is available, we have some catching up to do. * John thought.
