This is going to take a while....

Later...

Sigin

"Thank you God!" I say reverently up to the ceiling, truly thankful and not being sacrilegious at all! That makes it a clean sweep. Tricorder scans show that Jool and friends down in the Maintenance Bay. Very good!

Pilot looks confused, wondering why I and the others are waving strange instruments at her and all over her Chambers, I’m sure. Probably is also wondering why we’d gone and killed all the Hodian trill-bats (which actually serve a useful function aboard a Leviathan, despite making an incredible mess that collects somewhere deep below the Pilot’s Den) and everything else LIVING besides us (and the sleeping Grudek, who’d made one too many complaints after all the hours of waiting until we were ALL sure that the last little It infected organism was dead and GONE).

Even made sure that somehow those within the Maintenance Bay (an anxious Jool and an increasingly claustrophobic and techno-phobic Uhura) were okay.

Now, if John can talk the Pilot and her Ship into what we need to do next here. I and the other Champions would much rather we travel by Leviathan on our next leg of our journey than by barely functioning Transport Pod! Old and soon to die or not, this Living Ship is much more up to that task on how we’re going to travel next than those flying coffins!

And maybe later (if John and/or Crichton feel like it), I’d rather fancy going Harvey hunting. Last time around one of those pookas in the other Crichtons’ mind (back on B5) said a few things I rather . . . objected to over my chosen religion.

Hey, would just love to share a few Christian jokes poking fun at itself. Enjoy them, really. However, what those bunnysuited freaks said while I was hunting him down in each Crichton’s mind....

Ah, later. And maybe I shouldn’t be so ready for hunting. Some of what Betty and Ragan said about those mental clones did give them some redeeming values for each John.

Yes, later. Let them approach me if they feel like it....

"What was that wormhole that swallowed the ruins of that other Leviathan?" Pilot asks John in a old, wavering female voice. "And who are . . . all your friends?"

Of course she’s not talking about the Grudeks. They’re NOT her or our friends and they’re down belowdeck, locked away in various cells we decided to use to keep them . . . under control and accounted for until we drop them off somewhere safe (for them and for us).

We’d managed to get back aboard the other braindead Leviathan and initiate Starburst, destroying it. The Doctor then somehow managed to call up a wormhole to swallow the carcass up and spew it out back at the Leviathan Burial Space (back where THIS one came from, if you must know).

At least that poor Ship got to be buried as it’s beliefes wanted. Least we could do. Would have rather sent it down to the Space and then put it out of it’s misery there, but . . . honestly I and Doctor did not see how we could manage it.

What with the luck that seems to follow Crichton around, the blasted thing might have been towed off somewhere by pirates or a salvage crew before we could get back here after our Quest!

"Pilot, I need... uh, we need a favor," John begins.

And thus is how an aged Leviathan, who’d planned on expiring with it’s Pilot in the Sacred Burial Space. Despite protests by both John and Crichton over no favors being owed, the Pilot says that they (she and the Ship) would like to repay old deeds before they both expire. Besides, even though they could travel back to the Space thanks to the Doctor, the Grudek’s ship was still out there. She and her Leviathan would be destroyed.

No, instead travels via a wormhole to . . . uh....

Would you believe that somebody intercepts them in route?

"Sonovabitch," mutters John. He scratches at his Casteaway worthy beard, still wishing the others would let him shave it instead of insisting he didn’t. They needed it to tell one Crichton from another, you know. "Lemme guess. You’re the SOBs who swallowed up Moya, stranding me back in the Burial Space! Either Einstein over to the left or Jack the Ancient to the right!?"

"Oh god," Ragan mutters, looking up at the Leviathan’s ceiling. She’d rather expected to see the Einstein guy maybe on an iceberg or something, like back in Unrealized Reality.

Meanwhile, the aliens (one more human looking than the other, shall we say) both do a VERY good imitation of a human comedic double take when each actually spots the other! Einstein looks rather ticked at the now worried looking Jack the Ancient and one is going to say something to the other UNTIL somebody interrupts them.

Later, though who catch it out of the corner of their eye would describe the interrupter as a Sebacian looking man dressed in leather clothing (and kind of looking like that one star from Rebel Without a Cause.

Alright, the short of it is something like a VERY stern warning. Einstein and Jack are warned in no uncertain terms to NOT interfere with the Champions Quest. Einstein is further warned he’d better get his behind back to his reality. Soon enough the space between his universe and that of John’s universe would soon be unbridgeable. That was due to the fact that his reality was being put back in place where it was before this Emergency Configuration business with the Dark Tower (yeah, Betty would laugh that King’s Dark Tower is the center of everything....nevermind). Doing that would spare it from being . . . infected as it were with Whovian/Star Trekian physics, but it was too late for John’s reality. . . . assimilation was already in progress and the very nature of time/space itself was changing there...

Einstein disappears, but not before saying softly that Jack was damn lucky. Seems that Einstein and his buddies still consider Jack AWOL, after the Ancients went off to live their own lives instead of reporting back to Einstein about wormhole affairs of John’s reality.

Long story. See here for more details: http:// www.scifi. com/farscape /journeylogs/ season4 /reality.html

That leaves the Ancient when time unfreezes for those back aboard the Leviathan, still in wormhole limbo, somewhere. He’d come here to see Crichton about what he and the other Ancients had seen over this one desert world which a fat mechanic had fixed an odd spacecraft named Farscape 1. Basics of what that’s all about found here:

http:// www.scifi. com/farscape /journeylogs /season3/ possibilitiespt1. html

Kind of with egg on his face and tail between his legs, he said that his business would wait until after this Quest business was done, now that this one entity called an Agent had explained . . . a few things to him.

"Eh, what was that about Moya getting swallowed by Einstein’s boys?" Crichton asks John. "What were you doing in your module when....?"

"Nevermind that," John interrupts his analog brother. "What’s this about Furlow? Didn’t you have enough money handy to pay for repairs? My flight data recorder bit it, but why did you....?"

"Bounty hunters showed up and caused things that kinda jacked up her price," Crichton mutters, shaking his head feeling a headache coming on here. "She would either take the tape or me and Aeryn played Permanent Tourist of the Sandunes. That or leave without the Module! Now about this business. . .?"

"Hrmph," Sigin coughs loudly, drawing both bickering bother’s attention. "Do you really want to do this?"

The policy of being careful about what to reveal about possible futures that Sigin had initiate back on the Defiant for the other Farscape folks was in play here.

"Right," John sighs, seeing (for a change) the problems of blabbing too much on this matter would/could cause a possibly non-pregnant Aeryn Sun back on Crichton’s universe. "Let’s just say I lost a coin toss and leave it at that, bra. It’s rather . . . painful right now to tell the whole truth. That and kinda awkward, really."

He walks off, leaving a lot of very curious faces looking after him, and then over at both Betty and Ragan.

"Don’t even think it!" both say in perfect stereo. :Just don’t trust Furlow any further than you can throw her!"

All sigh, and soon break up to take positions and brace for when this Leviathan (who’s now back on track after Jack left).

"Uh, could we pay a visit to this Babylon 5 place," Chiana 3 asks the Doctor and Inquirer minutes later. "I-I kinda have this problem with my eyes and...."

"No problemo," Inquirer smiles, bowing to yet another ‘loose end’. "We’ll just run up the tab a little more back there with the station’s doctor who’s already looking at other Chianas with the same eye problem. Least we could do for one in need."

Inquirer and the Doctor leave, making preparations and leaving Chiana 3 looking first after them and then at her sisters (Chiana the Champion in particular).

"She for real about actually paying for my treatment?" Chiana 3 finally manages, still not sure if that was a joke or not. "What for in return?"

"Uh, nothing in return," Chiana answers. "They’re . . . not from the Territories, let’s just say. Kinda the most enduring thing about them, really. Kinda like John . . . without all his babbling."

Later, over a certain planet called Arnessk...

Looks like a long shot paid off and something called a Magnetic Summer had just laid off (for a bit). A group of archologists on a dig had set up camp and gladly accepted some odd help from this one Leviathan named Moya, but where only a few days into the dig when....

"Where’s the temple we’re supposed to deliver these blocks to?" Elrondir asks, looking around.

Meanwhile, Jool looks like she has stars in her eyes.

1. “I can’t believe I’m actually here!” she whispers, something of a dream come true for her, this place. Now, if she could only sign up and talk the head digger into....letting her find the ruins of a golden temple that once touched the sky!

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