Scorpius Wants Only One Thing....

John Crichton

And with that ol' Scorpy contacts the Doctor and Critchon...with demands.

Oh MAN, things had been going so well (for a freaking change...well relatively) and now things are....

....

Should know what Scorpy's demands are, though. I hear running around through my head.

Huh? What, I'm suddenly picking up radio signals with my dental work here?

Well, yes, they're not at all hard to guess. a similar, but somehow different sounding....thought? continues. What Scorpius wants out of life tends to be very consistent.

"Like constantly frelling with me for wormhole equations?!" I mutter to myself, wondering if I'm finally losing it here.

The others look my way, apparently overhearing that. Well, all but the Doctor and Inquirer, who are speaking to His Leatherness Himself....

I figured we'd better include him in on the mental round table, another voice within my skull says, All inputs would be of possible use, now.

The red headed elf (E'eysha) nods slightly, letting me know that (for now at least) I'm not losing my marbles.

Gilmuriel

Do we really want to include him in on this? I send to my love via a private thoughcast, apart from the others. I mean, after all he's rather....odd.

Ah, a VAST diplomatic understatement if there EVER was one! While I see he's bright enough to have become an astronaut (they do NOT let idiots into his world later day version of NASA, the IASA), I have to wonder just WHAT kind of strings his benefactor (has to be one in order to have done what had been done). I mean, what I've seen of NASA policy back on the various Earths back in the Terra Prime reality, they're not in the habit of allowing the technicians fly those wondrous machines (even with the slingshot boost in technology the limited trading with the Military gave them)! Yes, John supposedly has piloting skills (thus he flew his Farscape module), but there are LOTS of test pilots who'd be better suited. Better to risk those lives (as inhumane as it sounds) than the very BRAINS behind the project, right?

Then again, perhaps Crichton's reality (a parallel universe of Betty's, of course) is much more different than what is let in in that TV show Ragan and Betty are so fond of, I wonder? I mean, awhile ago whilst talking with John, I'd asked about what his father had thought of his reality's Armstrong and he'd looked blankly at me. Asked me if somebody named "Lewie" Armstrong (a trumpet player from the Big Band era of the United States of America) had somehow gotten frozen and then thawed out for a ride into the space program or something like that.

He'd never HEARD of Neil Armstrong....

Well, that's the parallel world business for you. All the things are the same until they turn out different and all that.

God, I want to go home . . . . and raise my children under the forest canopy with my wife. Just a wee break for wee ones. A small vacation from the adventure grind, if only for a bit.

....

So very true about what they say about Champions, you see. A break is good, but I'll never be happy with never again adventure!! But a break would be...

Ah, back to things and stop complaining, Gilmuriel!!

While negotiations proceed (the Doctor playing a masterful delaying game with Scorpy, and the old boy not catching on....yet), we hash things out.

Will spare you some of the more....colorful things that John and the other Farscape folks put in, anyway. Zhaan is always polite and centered, but some of the others....

Things get really interesting when this comes up in conversation. We'd already established what Scorpius wanted to do with the wormhole data we'd gotten out of Crichton's skull (unbeknownst to all but us right now), so now we'd gone of on a tangent that....was really getting some participant's attention!

My wife makes a small joke (to ease tension) later about it, over how John and his wife seemed to be holding their breaths as they grew quiet and listened in. Had to have John come back and make a pop culture quote (one I recognized from one of Betty's favorite other shows, Red Dwarf ).

"Well, Lister would say 'Oxygen's for losers!'" he quipped, causing Betty and Ragan to groan and his Farscape friends to look at each other and...shrug.

Anyway, the conversation....

Have a very basic question for you that might be good to know for the this negotiation, Inquirer sent, while trading barbs with a still glib Scorpius. Has to do with John Crichton and his offspring (who all those other folks, the Scarrans as Betty called them, were so hot after near the end to get their hands on). I believe it had to do with something like a racial memory imprinted into the DNA or whatever on Crichton and his descendants. Am I close or am I way off?

I actually kind of wish I knew, Ragan grumps, almost pouting as she seems to forget her company here for the moment. That's because that's one thing that's really bugged me. The Scarrans seemed to think they could get what they were after from the fetal DNA, but a) that makes no scientific sense whatsoever, and b) it raises the question of why, if it was possible to get the information from his DNA, Scorpius didn't just do that himself.

Because there wasn't enough time OR it's done at such a level that Peace Keeper gene reading technology couldn't pick up on, Stark says softly from the side. Fear that the Scarrans are a bit....ahead of the PKs in certain areas like that. After all, Scorpy IS a product of such....projects.

And the thing is that our ugly (but brilliant and ruthless) opponent here wanted revenge on his Scarran "parents" for indignities done to him whilst growing up....

Revenge on the Scarrans (through helping the PK) was just a means to that end. The wormhole equation was just a means to that end.....

Bet you that Stark knows a bit more about such matters (Scarrans if not Scorpius) than he's letting onto right here and now. Later I'll try to bring it up, because MY elfin curiosity got pricked. Even in this speeded up realm of thought (much more economical, mindspeak than verbal, saves time and breath...else not a fifth of what is said here could have been done without really straining things with stretching things out with Scorpy as we delay).

It may be possible to come up with wildly creative speculative ideas to explain it all, Betty sighs. But that's not helping right now, but if and if you come up with any good ideas, please do let me know!

How about letting ME and my wives frelling know as well! Crichton puts in from the side!

Steady on, old chap! the Brigadier puts in, calming poor John down so we can continue.

Can't blame John his worries. After all, I'd not like the idea of somebody tinkering with my basic building blocks like that (or the possibility of it). Oh, it's been DONE to me a bit ago (had been HUMAN before coming into my rightful form as an elf), but still...

Ragan and Betty have the grace to look apologetics and embarrassed by that slip before continuing. The ghist of it, in the end about the speculation (without a full med scan...which we cannot do right now) was speculation was....unsatisfying for these points.

Point a) may be explained readily enough by imagining that the Ancients did something to his DNA when they gave him the wormhole info, but that doesn't explain point b), it also doesn't explain how the Scarrans knew about this fact, either, when Scorpy apparently didn't.

IN other words, we're wasting time with this tangent so should get back on track!

Betty finally finishes off with this (causing Crichton and the others to have to hold their tongues in question, not wanting to know, really about what happened in detail here about their possible futures): Then again, there are a *lot* of things about those last few episodes that leave me scratching my head in perplexity and lamenting the lack of a fifth season all the more strongly because it means we're never going to get explanations for all the stuff that suddenly shows up out of left field. But I suppose that's my problem. We've already seen where "reality" has vastly departed from Farscape cannon!

1. True, my love E'eysha sighs as she remembers the science lessons the Doctor gave us all....

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