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Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or situations and make no money from their use. They just keep invading my thoughts, so I thought I'd take them out for a spin. They seemed to like it, so I'll probably do it again sometime, but for now...
Word count: 100
John couldn't believe his luck. Aeryn openly loved him, Scorpy and Harvey were dead, Crais did change and took Jool home, D'Argo had reconciled with Chiana and Jothee and finally had his dream life, and Rygel had taken back his throne. With the Scarrans and Nebari concentrating on killing each other, the Peacekeepers had gone back to keeping peace, and Earth was just a day away. John charged Pilot with the task of cataloguing as many commerce planets as he could, and with Aeryn as his co-pilot, flew the Farscape One home.
Proof positive that TheKemper was right: Happy is boring, and boring is bad.
Word count: 78
D'Argo's Growler flew circles around Talyn, his Weapons Cascade inflicting severe damage to Scorpius' command carrier. Talyn's own weapons hit the much larger target as well and fires now backlit the ports. A single prowler squadron flew straight at the Luxan, weapons blazing, chasing him around the carrier. Dodging, D'Argo engaged the Deflection Shroud to confuse their scans. Returning to Talyn, D'Argo-
Froze.
Hurtling toward the battle from out of nowhere, a small sun blazed, engulfing them all.
Muaaahaahaahaahaa
Word count: 92
Aeryn's blood pooled around her body, spreading slowly across Talyn's deck. The man who loved her still couldn't believe the betrayal had resulted in her agonizing death. Rage, shock, and loss paralyzed him. Scorpius' command carrier closed distance with the crippled gunship. Knowing what lay ins store for him when the Peacekeepers reached him, he picked up Aeryn's discarded pulse pistol and aimed it at his head. With tears clouding his vision, he pulled the trigger, and the last thing Crais heard were Crichton's word reporting to Scorpius, "The gunship is secure."
Word count: 90
He'd been biding his time for long enough. For the multitudinous indignities, insults, injustices, and physical tortures he'd endured, revenge would finally be his. Creeping down the command carrier's corridors, weapon drawn and ready, he closed in on his enemy. Rage boiled and once again the tasted the blood inflicted upon him at the other's hands. Others had called him heroic in the past, but that was set aside. Now was the time for swift, unrestrained, and justified violence. Crichton turned. And Rygel drove the blade between the human's eyes.