A Farscapian Comedy of Errors (part 1)

Meanwhile, back in the Pilot's Den....

John Crichton groans, waking up from having been knocked unconscious by that "sick Hammer horror SOB" hearing what sounds like Chiana giggling (only in stereo) for some reason and........a small, high pitched female voice demanding that they (?) snap out of it!

Elvaraniel

My name used to be Astra.

I used to be princess and warrior, in line to the throne of Aqualaria.

I used to be a stately human woman, with flaming red hair!

I am now something other. Someone who is one of the Fair Folke, but for the life of me beyond my name being, now, Elvaraniel....nothing.

....

That's not right. With my exit from humanity, I know (in a way that I cannot easily be explained to a non-faerie, except perhaps something like akin to the concept that those mages keep babbling about back from where I hail from: "racial memory").

Something is interfering with my full integration into my rightful form. From becoming full blooded....

It might have to do with my age. All the legends where human beings got inducted into the ranks of the Faire Folke was when they were newborns. Children who's parents had been foolish enough to be tardy on the proper rituals ("baptism" they call it in that one barbarous religion encroaching on my nation's borders which I hear involved the drinking of blood in their foul rituals).

....

Wait. Besides the fact I was hardly a newborn babe (had been in my twenties), I had that ritual.

....

Wait.

There are rumors of some secret rituals performed up in the hills where adults are inducted into the ranks. I....I believe that in my haste to drink one of those "beverages" so as to not pass out from sudden heat attack I drank something involved in that ritual. I must have stumbled into a hidden supply stash belonging to that secretive cult.

Something must still remain for me to be integrated into the Seelie Court, surely.

....

Then again, I somehow sensed that my other Half (uh....it's a Faerie thing, you wouldn't understand fully what is involved... By the Mother, I still am only coming to grips with it myself) is neither Full Blooded nor of the Seelie Court. Nor the Unseelie Court, my their bowels rot, thank the Mother.

....

I....never was much of a believer in my religion, so if....

Nevermind.

Well, whatever the case I shall hope that it soon gets sorted out when King Oberon greets me after my business is done.

I have (I feel) been granted one last boon before I must take my place within the Blueleaf Forest. I have a Dragon to still kill here.

At least I was able to shift my Change into a clan of Faerie that allows for violence. I swear, my true nature almost got extinguished there!

....

Almost symbolic, in a fashion, what had happened with my hair. It changing from fiery red to deep ocean blue. Some of my would be suitors had (after I'd trounced them), muttered my fiery red hair was a match for my inner fiery nature....

Well, enough of that.

Right now I have other matters to deal with before I flitter off to kill the Dragon (a fierce fight indeed, though not as badly as what it would have been if I had to rely on mere Amazonian muscle alone. As a pixie, I have quiet a bit of magic at my beck and call).

Yes, right now I have to take care of these two exotic looking young women. While still out of it a bit I had been able to rid them of their molester, but I fear that my magic went astray somehow (how I'm not sure). Some kind of side effect has left them intoxicated.

That is NOT something one should be in such a dangerous place as the Northern Caverns of the Dragon! Surely that is where I still am, though in a section which is not known to me.

"Oh, snap out of it!" I finally command imperiously, hands on hips.

!

Hands on naked hips! I'm naked still!!

Uh, need to fix that. Don't mind the still giggling grey skinned twins seeing me, pointing and laughing at me as I hover naked before them. But until I am with my love to be, no man shall see me naked.

It is just not done even IF I am still not fully integrated...

.....

Uh, there is that strange creature with the caprace who's attached to the floor. However, he looks almost catatonic from some kind of trauma. Won't have to kill him for seeing me in such an unseemlie state.

Though, to be truthful, I'm kind of thankful that such integration has not happened yet. Else I'd be in deep trouble, being thta there is a lot of Cold Iron mixed into this strange walkway I'm hovering over.

Quickly dismissing the first Court style of dress that comes to mind (yeah, the hair done up in twigs and heavy dress might be nice, but not me) I instead opt for something simpler (though still stylish). I chose a simple dress that appears to reveal everything but doesn't.

Or rather, that is what I had intended on conjuring, but at the last moment I (almost against my will) change the conjuration into form fitting armor and sword that would have been the envy of any of my Amazonian battle sisters. Oh, it's scaled to my size, with spaces in the back for my wings, but still...

"Yeeessss," I hiss, very satisfied indeed with the results! Yes, it's not really practical in a real fight alone, but it has it's uses. My sword does have sleep potion all over it, for instance...

It's a far cry from the battle armor that I'd normally sport, but.... it suits me. That and it's more practical by far than the first thing (or second) that had come to mind!

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"Tinkerbell?" the man groans, confused as he pulls himself off the floor. "What, am I having a Peter Pan nightmare here or something?"

"Hrmph," I mutter, turning in midair to look over this peasant human. "I dare say, human, it's more like 'or something'."

"What brings you so ill equipped into the Northern Caverns of the Dragon?" I continue, deciding forget about to any demands of formalities. I am no longer a princess, after all.

"Huh?" the man blinks.

1. Oh dear, this doesn't look good. Doesn't sound too bright, here. Maybe the blow to the head might have addled his wits? If so or not, it's incumbant upon me to aid them, this human man and his grey skinned female friends...

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