The Blue Woman....

Ace

"I tell you she's up there," I say yet again to the...elves....as we hurry about back to the TARDIS, "There's something wrong with her. I can....sense it. And she'll be in a big spot of trouble if we don't help her and quick!"

Why do you think we're heading back so quickly to the TARDIS, Ace? Inquirer asks me a bit archly, by way of a telepathic bolt from the blue, After all, given who's actually causing those explosions a LOT of haste is needed. Especially when one realizes just where one of the search squads is going to be heading! Wouldn't do at all for them to get there before we can. Make our job in getting into the TARDIS and away so much more difficult by FAR!

She mentally adds something like here before I can actually voice my question of what the devil she's talking about. Then all at once, WALLOP! I get in one setting exactly "What the devil she's talking about" and then some!

It's a bit painful. Akin to a bad migraine that thankfully passes in moments, but still I can see just why she doesn't pass out information that way on a regular basis. She calls it "data dumping" and that's how she passes the contents of a mental conference she had whilst we were trading recipes (for explosives).

Rather fun, that discussion.... Happened between the time we were destroying that leftover Timelord tech and he telling me about how she had been an AI before becoming a Golem (surprising in and of itself but I am the LAST person who'll discriminate against another person). It isn't like she was anything less than a person for that, after all! Besides, she really knows her explosives!

.....

Right, back to what happened. Seems that whilst that discussion was going on (hadn't seemed distracted at all during that, what with Golems being able to "multitask" as she puts it), she was also having a discussion with Sigin. Sigin would have included the others besides his long time friends in the TARDIS (i.e. would have included me and the other recent "add ons"), except he was still rather drained from that mage battle with Morgaine. Through some kind of mystical connection gifted to him through something about Inquirer and the others belonging to a Dragon Circle he was a member with as well..... Well, he was able to reach them where not the others.

Anyway, I get to see what he was talking about and now I must agree with Inquirer about needing to have haste!

See, amongst other things that these Tyrells are after is none other than the knowledge that John Critchon has in his head! Seems that this Company man with a vendetta against these High Lords also has plans with John's data. Was a key part of that chap's plans, whatever they were. As for just how this "decoy" knew where John was and what he had, I and the others haven't found out yet. However, I don't doubt that this fellow was using TV knowledge in a similar way that Betty or Ragan has in order to know just where John should have been and what he should know! Meaning that a strike team could well be on it's way (if not fanning out in order to overrun this base and establish a beachhead for later on) to find John in the Aurora chair. Or actually what remains of the chair and where John had been strapped down until we showed up.

Wouldn't do to leave any clues behind to let the enemy know just who John's rescuers were, eh? The less they know means the less they can use against us, I guess.

That includes John's friend on the surface. We'd go there straight away instead of meeting up with the others, but then again it's better to gather up the team as quickly as possible so there is less chance of them getting cut off and captured by the wrong people.

It's going to happen that quickly, folks! That's what Inquirer tells me, anyway.

She says something about it appearing that the PK folks, whilst skilled and powerful warriors.....had never planned on their own bases being invaded from the inside out....

Anyway....

So we fly (almost literally after a few more "hiccups" from the gravity generators) down back to where we came. Inquirer mutters some kind of scatological curse that I am rather sure makes perfect sense to those born within the electron streams of "cyberspace" and castes a quick spell to wipe away the graffiti she'd placed over the ruined Aurora chair to mock Scorpius when he returned!

Have to ask her sometimes what "NIN" (with one N twisted backwards to where it's a mirror image of the other) means sometimes. I actually did ask and she muttered something about nine inch nails.

.....

Is that the name of some kind of group of some type.....?

No, that's for later. Right now, after we clamor back into the TARDIS and Inquirer (after locking the door behind us) struggles with the controls and gets the TARDIS to arrive at a cross junction where the others soon rendezvous.

The Doctor congratulates Inquirer on a superb job at flying the TARDIS, and then takes over and makes the TARDIS materialize on this moon's surface.

Whilst it appears that Zhaan is well enough and uninjured....the landing she did left her craft a wreck!!

Makes for a strange background on this alien landscape, what with the Sun...er.....star shining in the background. Might have studied the instrument readings about it's unexpected increase of solar activity, but.....

After staring a few seconds out the viewer at the prone blue woman on the ground, and then looking over at Betty who seems to be blushing and muttering something about photo-something or other.

"Pardon?" the Brigadier asks pointedly, breaking his view away from the screen and over towards the still blushing Betty.

""Photogasm." E'eysha says, smiling that slightly fey smile (mixed with what is now a slightly naughty look) of hers, "Just for the record."

Heads snap around at that one.

Truth be told, mine did as well there!

Never having seen Farscape, my mind is busy boggling right then and there. So are the others of my group.

Anyway, I guess that business about Zhaan's people.....

Must be common knowledge-what's said next I'm sure- for the natives of this neck of the universe. Er....this universe........

Whatever....

"The thing is," Betty coughs, still a bit embarrassed, " Zhaan is, technically speaking, a plant. Or at least descended from plants. And, while she does have to eat, she's also capable of photosynthesizing when under intense light. Which must have some sort of massive evolutionary advantage, because apparently it's very, very pleasurable."

AGAIN, heads snap around at that one....

Seeing his face from the corner of my wide eyes, so did Crichton's!

The others look at him as if they are surprised that he and we are surprised at that one!

Seems that they've gotten over the shock over what the TARDIS is like inside, eh?

"I frellin' bet it is," John mutters, glancing back at Zhaan on the screen. There is a slight American Southern "twang" in there, now....

"Well....let's get at it, shall we?" the Brigadier says, shaking off his shock with an effort, trying to act like something like that is all too common in his line of work.

.....

Yeah, right....

"Man!" I hear him sigh, "I just cannot BELIEVE how frelling weird today's gotten. All this and some kind of hidden wormhole equation in my head...."

That little factoid, somewhere along the way, came up and out. That and....

That's about the time Stark, who's been rather uncharacteristically calm and quiet, throws this into the mix:

My name is John Crichton... an astronaut...
Three years ago I got shot through a wormhole...
I'm in a distant part of the universe aboard this living ship
of escaped prisoners -- my friends. I've made enemies...
powerful, dangerous. Now all I want is to find a way home to
warn Earth. Look upward and share the wonders I've seen.

"Don't start," Critchon snaps at Stark, tapping the poor fellow chest meaningfully before getting back to the task at hand.

Seems that he's rattled enough as it stands, what with his adventures being part of a tele show and all.

Welcome to the club, John!

Moments later...

Some of us stay behind in the TARDIS, because not only is it a good idea since not everyone's needed for this task. That and I fear that despite putting up a brave front, poor Sigin's rather now out of it.....

Looks like his offer to remove certain mental blocks will have to wait...

Poor fellow nearly collapsed as soon as he boarded the TARDIS...

Well, that's just why we have our minds on other things when it happens.....

1. Scorpius....

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