An "Unrealized Reality" Character Suddenly Realized...

Elrondir

Betty goes onto explain the basics of what happened in Unrealized Reality, but goes onto to concentrate explaining more on the means on how the TV version of John Crichton (played by one Ben Bowder) met the Chiana who'd come to look like Aeryn Sun (played by Claudia Black) dressed up like a Nebari.

By now we all (Chiana included) have gotten used to the idea of other realities sometimes showing up in popular fiction. TV shows, drama. Books. Know personally that when I introduced Chiana to the scifi movie called Pitch Black she rather enjoyed it, though she'd found watching a person who LOOKED like Aeryn Sun running around and acting a bit differently than that former PK soldier odd. She'd added that she'd rather not be introduced to a "real life" situation like in that movie.

Given recent events,....

Well, nevermind. The Thing/Farscape crossover hadn't been up to anyone's sense of enjoyment.

Yeah, anyway, on how that Aeryn-Pip came about. Details on how can sort of be found here:

http://www. scifi.com/ farscape/ notes/ wormholes. html

Bottom line, when TV John got sent temporarily down a wrong wormhole, he stepped into a strangely altered world. It happened because his presence caused events to change events to something quiet different because of reasons already given in that link. In this unrealized reality (only unrealized because John got snatched away by "Einstein" back before John got stuck there). In as far as John's life, if Einstein hadn't snatched him back, that place where he (John) had landed would have been his reality forevermore after. With John gone, that Aeryn-Pip and all the rest should have gone back into limbo from the way I read it. There are other ways to interpret it, and I may be wrong.

....

Then again, we just came from another Quest where a Dominar Rygel farted helium, despite that being impossible by MY reality's rules....

Oh well, so be it. But as for how I understood what Betty said....

Hm, this sound vaguely like that newer interpretation of quantum mechanics for multi-verses. The one where there are countless numbers of potential universes out there, existing all at the same time. Only thing is that one's perception of reality is limited. Only one at a time as you move from one universe to the next, dependant on the choices and events made and happened. Mainly, it was all a matter of perspective that determined what kind of universe you were aware of. Experienced. It was more involved than that, but . . . that's the nub of it, yeah.

True, the theory kind of smacks of a bit of megalomania (in it the universe really does revolve around you, in a sense). Your perception plays on reality...

Then again, in as far as MY neck of the multi-verse it proved to be the OLD interpretation of the Mechanics in multi-verse formation holding true. In our neck of the woods, it appears to be with every possible outcome to an event (except for a few exceptions) creates a new universe. You get duplicated. Your world gets duplicated. Your universe gets duplicated. Only difference between you and you (as it were) is that for one "you" events rolled out differently.

Now, bring in Flagg and all this monkey business with the Dark Tower. We got universes suddenly, in the super-space that the Celestrials exist and work in, which have vastly different physics. Think the idea had been (the implication had been) that the eventual interactions/cross- pollination/assimilation or whatever that would/could happen by proximity would produce something the Rules and Agents could use in fighting the collapse of the Dark Tower. In that regard I know that one of the events. . . . the results got them the Doctor. No, they didn't manipulate event, really. Not in the sense of setting things up that endangered an Earth that the Doctor was trying to save. Rather, they placed universes in positions (emergency configuration) that for this one case (in Creator knows how many sets) that bagged them a Champion. Oh, if he'd refused They'd have laid off, however the Rules and Agents were in a desperate situation which endangered everyone.

Still not entirely square with it all, but if nothing else I believe that the Rules and Agents had their hearts in the right place.....

.....

Remember, up until that time . . . with events that eventually lead to the salvation/restoration of the Dark Tower to full repair/replenishment all of the multi-verse's fates lay in the hand of a world weary Gunslinger, a reformed junkie, a woman in a wheelchair, a child, and his pet dog like creature. Or so it seemed. Things might have not been that dire, things not hanging from that thin of thread. But salvation, how very slim.....Roland and his friends played a major part in it!

....

Sorry for the tangent.

Bottom line, I believe yet another interaction between vastly different universes and this time this one person, this woman who'll we'll call Aeryn-Pip for now, got snatched away and plunked down here.

Now, whether or not Aeryn-Pip still looks like she did in the TV show (like Claudia Black running around in Gigi Edgley's Farscape costume) or looks like our Chiana remains to be seen. Right now we're rather MORE interested in getting out the back door, undetected, than that issue, thanks!

But....sniff...

Is it me or is the "Chiana" half of the trail getting stronger than the "Aeryn" half? I send to the others, including my sister Inquirer, who's still back in the apartment doing a quick sweep before meeting us out back. Making sure that nothing was left behind--clues or high tech gadgets--that we don't want falling into the wrong hands and making life difficult (for either us now or the rest of the world at large, later).

Nose might not be up to the Dark Elves, but still....

Back upstairs, in the Chamber's apartment

Inquirer

Listening with the cybernetic equivalent of half an ear, I conclude playing my part of "cleanup crew". Got to hand it to this "Aeryn-Pip". She has an eye for valuables AND a talent for leaving few clues. Oh, can say by obvious missing things what her hair color is now (hair coloring solution is missing but I've only to look at Mr. Chamber to know). Know from what Betty told me on how Chiana managed to escape from Scorpy's Gamak Base in Nerve that she's got enough makeup on to make her gray skin appear human. Probably Caucasian, given . . . the woman she robbed from here.

Might even be wearing sunglasses, to hide those rather non-human pupils, for daytime use. Wouldn't put it past her.

Yes, quiet a nice job she did in sapping her victims. They'll live and have no linger after effects beyond headache (and only for awhile). No brain damage. No concussion. Usually, it takes a LOT of training for, say, a human being to accomplish knockouts without side effects. Some cannot do it, really. Yep, she's a pro....and by inference that means our Chiana is a pro as well, I'd wager.

Yeah, very professional job she did. Couple that with the fact that I have learned that Nebari do NOT have fingerprints means quiet a puzzle for police who'll eventually be tapped.

Good thing we have our Chiana, who will be the best bet (besides tracking by scent) in tracking down our target. She'll know how the other thinks to quiet an extent, you know.

....

"Oops," I say softly, looking out the window that is open. Had guessed that Aeryn-Pip had used it to throw out her old outfit (which wouldn't be good for fitting in regular human crowds). Better to be rid of one less clue for police, I'm sure. No fibers, hairs (alien or not) for labwork (which still works well enough, even if vastly primitive by my era's standards). Yep, I had to look out, on the off chance of this happening. Good I did.

Her original outfit is stuck out on a ledge, below.

Spellcraft gets the wayward article of clothing back up into my awaiting hand.

Quick wave of a tricorder gets molecule samples for narrowing down scent trails winding their way through alleys and byways, otherwise lost in the shuffle.

And now, after stuffing the article into a sack on my belt (hidden from view by illusion), I should be off.

However....

"Mr. Chambers," I say softly, frowning down at the prone form at my feet. "Beyond material wealth, in every measure you are a failure."

Well enough he's not awake to hear that. Probably even silly to say that because he's out cold.

However, from tales that Jack Deschain tells of his time with this and his other "parental unit" (won't do them the honor of calling them his mother and father, those titles belong to my adopted brother and his wife, Roland and Susan) makes it needful for me.

Man and woman at my feet are . . . empty.

Must go now, though. Time to leave! Hear people coming at a run that makes me automatically think of police. It's the sounds given off by the approaching people. Subtle things like the creak of leather like what you might hear from one wearing a "Sam Brown" police holster belt. That is, if you had hearing like mine.

Pausing to flip up the hood of my cloak, I will myself invisible.

Yep, police.

Time to leave.

Later, several blocks away in an alley out of view of pedestrians...

Chiana

"Gah!" I mutter, wrinkling my nose. "This whole place smells like trak!"

"Yeah, welcome to the Big Apple," Ragan chuckles, sympathizing. "Gotta say that even with MY sense of smell the dumpsters here about are rather....fragrant!"

Oy, that's saying a LOT! This is one of the downsides of having increased senses.

Guess in time I'll adjust. After all, Sigin is stoic enough about the stench so that means I'll eventually get it, right? Only been a dragon for how long now? That's right, not very!

"Tell you that there is now no way in Heaven in tracking her scent in this stench," Artizza mutters, waving an arm in a general direction. "Between this accursed 'auto exhaust' to the.... I'll just be happy to have my nasal passages recover from this all after we leave New York, thanks!"

Hear you on that one, Artizza!

"Show me again that outfit," I mutter, still wishing that my nose was as scent blind as perhaps Crichton's. "I want to see what my sister's wore. What we can learn from it."

Inquirer holds it out, and several things become clear right away. Different sized lumas. Different height. Same taste in clothing prior to me switching over to Terra Prime fashion.

....

Hey, only a guibo would insist on keeping a style outside of what's fashionable on a world you're going to be calling home!

Well, anyway, we learn a bit. And quiet unexpectedly Inquirer makes an announcement. Or rather, makes an announcement that's in the form of a question!

Yet again I'm confronted with the still rather jarring evidence that even though Crichton's Earth is low on the tech compared to what I'm used to, the same doesn't hold for ALL those Earths out there in the multi- verse!

"Want to see what Aeryn-Pip looked like?" she says softly. "A before/after shot? Hair samples on the outfit finally got processed, now."

Betcha it would have taken a lot longer with stuff we had on Moya!

.... Useless question, really, the Golem's question. She already has two images, side by side emitting from her tricorder. One looks like me, in human form. The other....

"Aeryn-Pip," I whisper, seeing someone who looks like Sun in face, general proportion.

Size. Compared to the other it would be like me standing next to Aeryn.

But her stance! The way she holds herself! Exactly like the other image....

It's . . . unsettling to me, somehow.

"Okay, guess that validates Betty's theory," the Doctor says. "Though, I'd like to know just HOW she came to look like Ms. Sun and now is looking like her old self."

I'd just like to know just how the Hezmana she'd come to look like Aeryn! Had asked in passing, Betty. But she'd just shrugged and said "Don't know. No explanation was given in the show."

Given to know that happens a LOT in Farscape the TV show...

"Yeah, okay." I say, snapping out of it. "Fine. So, now what? And while we're at it, why did you suggest I use Karen Shaw as an alias while here?" Yeah, know why we're wanting aliases. One more way to hide for hunters, later on if needed. Throw off their tracks. But why did Betty and Ragan suggest the name of the one girl who'd been Crichton's first woman to be bedded by him?

IN the back of his truck, yet?

"Uh, next episode called Kansas," she begins. "It's where Crichton messed up in coming back and arrived, timewise, before he'd left Earth. Messed up things. Endangered everything."

Goes onto explain that with the ripples of John having arrived back Earthside years before that wormhole swallowed him up and shot him out where Moya picked him up (which later crashed into my prison transport, thank whatever gods out there for THAT) messed things up. Before, his father had been passed up for commanding some kind of spacecraft called "The Challenger". This shuttle blew up soon upon liftoff, killing all aboard. This time? Guess who'd be commanding!

Yep, and it was up to John and friends to fix things. Good thing, because if they hadn't John wouldn't have gone into aeronatics. Moya wouldh't have escaped PK custody for long. Rygel would've stayed their prisoner (all of them on Moya woulda stayed prisoners of the Peace Keepers). Aeryn would have never gotten OUT of her PK mindset, and become more. And me..er... the TV Chiana would have ended up on Nebari Prime, mindfrelled. They did fix things, but with a LOT of fumbling about (like usual).

....

You know, while not exactly clockwork in plans, I'm kinda beginning to like how things tend to run a lot smoother with Sigin and his friends than back on Moya....

Then she gets to what my television counterpart did to distract the young John Crichton and.... "You're kidding me, right?" I ask her.

I was . . . would have been Karen Shaw if thing had....? John's first...

I-I'm kinda split on that. One level but then the other....I....

Oh frell it! Somewhere out there in John's past. . . MY John's past there'd been a human girl named Karen Shaw who'd been the first and not me!

I . . . I don't "play the field" any more, now. Got Sigin!

Kinda like how things are with me NOW compared to with me THEN with razlic. Liked the stuff. Liked the buzz. Liked the . . experience. What it did to me. Back THEN!

Now? My senses as dragon....! If that one time like what happened with me when I'd come across that "Romulan ale" stuff on the Defiant is an indicator, then I'm not gonna EVER touch another drop again. SAme for any intoxicant, really. First, it seems that they all dulled the senses instead of enhancing..... Something I DID NOT care for at all (like being . . . so dragon). Then, let's not go into the fact that somewhere along the way my tolerance went away with my old body! Got smashed on the ale quickly and the "hangover" afterwards!

Bless Sigin, though. He's got the most wonderful hangover cures in his spell book.....

1. Meanwhile, Aeryn-Pip (as we'll call her for now), is in her hotel room, weighing options....

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