Makes it pale in comparison...

Solik'tril

He's smiling daffily, and a bit of drool is coming out from the side of his mouth! Whatever Sigin cast, I do believe that he overdid it accidentally. Then again, almost anything would be an improvement for this Pilot, I'm sure.

He definitely looks more relaxed.

Hrmph, right.

Anyway, at least in a slurred, happy voice the Pilot is able to recount recent events after a fashion. He did recall seeing somebody by Crichton's and Chiana's description as he recalled talking with John (it appears) about what had happened to this ship (and to him). He tells about events that Ragan (after Sigin allows the smiling Pilot to slip off to his first, untroubled sleep in quiet a while) says jibs with, more or less, with her memories of the show Farscape. Up until the point right after where Kaarvok (that walking corpse looking chap who speaks with a cultured voice and likes sucking out people's brains) hits Chiana with his Twinning device. He'd been about to suck out the Twinned Chiana's brain out (and the other Chiana was about to run for her life in a blind panic) when a little "flying humanoid blue woman" who's name was either Tinkerbell or Elvaraniel (Pilot wasn't sure) had thrown a spark of energy, hitting Kaarvok squarely in the back, making him disappear and both Chianas start to giggle and laugh. Then another roving band of PK zombies had dropped in (to perhaps eat another one of Pilot's arms, maybe) but got repelled by Crichton (who'd woken up just in time), the Chianas (who appeared to have snapped out of their pixilated condition), and the winged woman (who threw balls of fire). They then had mentioned something that he couldn't really hear too well (he'd been slipping back into his own little private world of pain and horror), but he'd overheard something about "Northern Caverns", dragon killing, and "aiding a search for D'Argo before that".

By the way, we let him rest because he's too out of it to be of use to us in tracking down spare parts for our Pods back in the Maintenance bay (if we don't also go out and rescue this D'Argo along the way). Depends on how things play out here, reader.

Anyway, Crichton and the others had also made a quick exit, apparently (we guess) having detected our approach (or rather the dragons of our group's approach) and come to a wrong conclusion. The pixie must have been very persuasive in her arguements if they'd gained both John's and the two Chianas' (who seem to have come to some kind of accord, somehow) trust enough for them to follow her suggestions.

Then again, given who the pixie happens to have been called (before a transformation we're assuming given the nature of this set of Quests) Astra. Given the verbal clues, it appears that the pixie woman hales from a world parallel to Terra Prime AND given that usually when the Cavern of the Dragon (Minestus) comes up when an Aqualarian is speaking of it, the cavern is the "Northern" Cavern. So, either the pixie used to be Princess Astra Thessamer or some other Aqualarian citizen. If it had been Fred (or some other Allarian) then the pixie would have called the Caverns the "Southern Caverns". It could be somebody else entirely besides Fred or Astra, but given the grudge that R.F. seems to have on Freds and Astras for some reason.... My bets are on this being that couple (and Astra at that) given everything said and done. Could be wrong, but I'm figuring that it's her having all this trouble.

My, trouble seems to follow them around, eh? Transformed into different species and some into different genders. Makes what had happened to me in my old life as One-Eye seem tame in comparison! Yes, getting one eye put out by the hateful human tribe around my old Hold had been bad enough and the life after that was no cakewalk, but . . . try comparing that to say somebody like our newest associate, Uhura the Centauress!

Yeah, from what Chiana tells us from her discussion with that Author, the siren song of instinct was powerful but honestly the other Fred analogs had been able to resist even worse! Uhura made her choice and must live with it for the rest of her life, being very much a prisoner of instinct (and all the impulses that comes from her body). She'd done it and will slip off into a life of primitive nomadism with the next Centaur herd she finds back on Terra Prime, but it leaves me feeling more than a bit sick to my stomach.

.....

Shit, then compare that with what's happened to Pilot here! Shit, the things that this Pilot has gone through makes all of that look piddly! Having one's very LIMBS severed again and again like that for food! Usually, one would think that bodily regeneration is a blessing (could have used that to heal the eye I'd lost while still a Wolfrider elf), but it had only prolonged this poor guy's agony!

Approve totally of the quick warding circle that Sigin chalks around the sleeping Pilot. It's quick work and won't last long, but long enough for us to figure out something (hopefully). Leaving him here doesn't sit well with me, reader! He'll die here soon enough because from what I see as an engineer (though having a degree in biology might help), this Leviathan is doomed. The Living Ship's mind is ruined, brain dead and beyond revival (don't ASK me what I saw when I scanned around here....it's ugly what's been done to the ship's brain). We might be able to separate the Pilot from the Ship that's only living in body (and not that much longer), but that's not my area of expertise.

I fix ships and other high tech equipment.

I can cast a few rudimentary spells, but am hardly an expert in the field. Not only do I have no desire to learn more magic beyond a few simple things (most potent being the Elfshot spell), I just can't cast very powerful spells. With the surprising leaps forward in Elfin cybernetics (something that had not even been conceived of before the Military's arrival on Terra Prime) with contributions by Inquirer volunteering herself for magical and scientific study a few years ago, I'd been able to follow in my father's path (as what is my elfin birthright). However, while the implants (made of exotic alchemical metals like those found within Inquirer had been compatible with my biology, it still stunted my magical ability. Had the makings of a world class magic user in as far as what I'd have been able to pull forth from within.

Not that it makes any bloody difference to me. I don't miss it. Wasn't a magic using type before becoming a Terra Prime elf (a simple hunting life suited me then) and I'm happy to do my "magic" with a logic probe and plasma torch, now thanks!

Well, that all said it means that we need to take up this discussion with both Inquirer (nearest thing we have to a medical doctor) and the Doctor (who's TARDIS we'll need to take the Pilot to a place where we can get the Pilot's physiology stabalised and adjusted so he can live on, to be bonded to some other Leviathan after this fiasco's over).

Sigin thinks we can stabilize him long enough to at least get him to a med facility back on Babylon 5. He knows the doctor back there who'll be able to help us....

Well, the warding circle will keep the zombies and others who'd disturb the Pilot away for now, anyway.

Right now, we need to contact our friends who are looking for Brain sucker guy as well as spare parts themselves. We need the parts and we need the override that that lunatic has (or at least need to neutralize it) in order to get OFF this ship. Sonic screwdrivers that both Inquirer and the Doctor have are fine and well in opening and closing stubborn doors, but still that removal of the override would be so very NICE!

But meanwhile, down in the prisoner area aboard this Leviathan, that brainsucker is still recovering from finding himself elsewhere.

1. "Goodness!" he mutters to himself, head still spinning. "What hit me and how did I end up here? I'd been in the Den!"

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