Taking Care of Unfinished Business Before We Leave...

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 42641

Demifox Synizn

"We'll just see about that," Crais says sternly, interrupting Pilot's update, reaching for his transponder and slapping it on. He wants Talyn safe and sound, but to do that Talyn needed some talking with, shall we say!

Good to see him on the job instead of making demands. Really, it is. The sooner we calm Talyn down the sooner we can go over and transform the gunship into a more portable cube.

No, once he curbs Talyn, instead he makes a request

"Uhuh," I say softly, tail swishing back and forth in annoyance. "Care to explain just why you want to go down dirtside to collect these freeze units? Not up on Farscapian lore, but from what I'd already gathered--albeit in passing and very sketchy-- the occupants are already dead?"

"No, as it turns out the donors that would be for Crichton's chip implant removal procedure to replace brain fluid and such . . . are alive." Crais says softly. "Certain healer assistant's assurances to the contrary none withstanding."

"Baring, of course any deviations from the script," Betty puts in, nervous at some people's stony looks right about now.

"Was that why the Roughnecks wanted to come along?" Inquirer asks softly. "They know about that too?"

The answer given is yes.

"By all means let's go dirtside," I say softly, idly casting a small (but impressive looking) spell that causes what appears to be lightning arching from between my fingertips like a Jacob's ladder.

Oh, it's illusion but it sure fits my mood, now.

Some are staying up in Moya. Inquirer said something about wanting to check something about the bodies from that Marauder. Something that I believe that Betty told her about, how it went in the TV show. Playing a hunch, she says.

Right now, I have some of my own business to attend to here.

If this fellow we're going to visit has done what has been advertised he's done, it's going to be a bit . . . painful for him. See, have had enough of that stuff back on my Terra before coming over to Terra Prime. Never told my Astra and Fred the ordeals I had with certain alchemists, at a vulnerable time. Wanted to collect me for magical components.

That or some "spare parts" for some magical lab experiment or some such. Recipe called for fresh demifox, as I recall him putting it right before I managed to summon a magical bolt to kill him....

Don't feel like having my close call actually happening to someone else, for the love of Jesus! Even IF this happens to be a "science fiction" setting vice the "fantasy" mileau I came from....


Dirtside, later...

"Aye, wait a microt!" a portly slob says, backing off from the hostility he's suddenly facing here. "What gives here!?"

He'd come in, thinking that those from Moya would be happy to hear that he'd found several donors in inventory that were a close match. Interons, they were called.

But first they'd asked increasingly pointed questions, forcing the fellow to keep on qualifying the answers. Bending the truth, he'd say. They were as good as dead, he said. Frozen the microt before true death to make sure they keep longer.

Shink-Shink!!

The fellow freezes, suddenly very still (and frightened) by the two razor sharp blades that had flashed out of this one glowing young Sebacian looking female (with a weird accent). They'd come out from the back of her forarms and now were framing his sweating, puffy face. Say the wrong thing, he suddenly sees, and the third one pops out (right through his bleeding head)!

  1. "Dearie, care to try again?" Walker says softly, smiling (but not) at the man. "Tricorder readings say you're not bein' totally. Try the truth this time, or do you feel like pressin' your bloomin' luck? Risk buying your plot, you are!"

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