To Return to the Scene of the Crime: The Best Laid Plans....

Walker

"Believe that my boy Crichton has been Hexed!" is what the lead in to the whispered conversation between me and Inquirer 2 and after a bit of examing of the man in question, I was forced to agree.

So, ushering him over to the mages (one of who'd gone rather gleefully over to pay a visit to Avon, something about having fun with lethee).

Do not want to know what that's about. Really. Sure that there is something more than just malice afoot there. Yeah, that berk's a pain and a half in the backside he is, but still. . . The mages here ARE liscensed to practice the medical field of magery, after all. That's why I and Dr. McCoy d been able to override Troi's objections.

Councilor Troi had come over here in a tiff. It had to do with something having upset her during yet another failed session with Avon to overcome some kind of physiological addiction to the drug (not the Babylon 5's race) called Shadow.

Well, you know Crichton (whichever one you're talking about here, considering that there are something like three analogs running about here in this room) is a strange bird indeed.

Then again, compare that American to the Starks? Aye, now that's an odd set birds there, dearie!

Troi, that . . .

Heh.

....

Councilor Troi, if she'd had her way, would have committed them all to a looney bin for "observation" (or whatever more "politically correct" name they have over there in Star Trekkie land) despite my protests that they weren't in need of such treatment. She suggested that because they'd disturbed her...

Yeah, come straight away from working on that berk in the next room, Avon, and she comes to a snap decision! Discounted what I had to say over the matter over the Starks and Crichtons.

....

Well, they'd disturbed me as well, but I at least had taken some time to do my own brand of "observation" and... Well, at least Crichton wasn't in need of such treatment. Believe (despite his odd behavior at times) is more due to a quirky personality than an underlining psychosis. Stark? Well, the boy's half barmy BUT as I understand it, his condition stems more from all the spirits he's channeled to the other side. Therefore, because of the mystical nature of the malady (if you could call it that) afflicting the Starks is entirely of a different nature than what Star Trek medicine is capable of handling. It's mystical in nature, their maladies. Don't think that "dear" (that bitch) understands that, with her sometimes rather humanistic approach to some problems.

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Fear that happens a lot in the Star Trek universe when faced with some things that would only be found in the magical realms like Terra Prime. Or in this case, a Farscapian realm (which also has more than it's fair share of the mystical in it). Bottom line, the best cure for both Starks lay in Zhaan. For "Season 2" Stark, he already has "his" Zhaan, who's already nursing him back to a more mental state (I believe). Best thing for that Stark, his Zhaan. As for "Season 4" Stark his salvation lay in his continuing quest to find his Zhaan, who he hears from time to time in his mind (despite her having died). That came in an Episode when I'd been talking with the barmy bastard. I'd sort of blacked out for a moment, and next thing I know is that Stark tells me my patron goddess (the Forge, the deity I'm an avatar for, remember?) had paid a visit. He was . . . stunned but agreed that his salvation lay in his continued Quest to find his Zhaan.

Being that I....

I'll trust my goddess' medical advice on this Stark's possible cure. Whether there is a Zhaan out there for this Stark to find OR the Quest itself will be a means for cure I do not rightly know. But dearie, it is out of my hands. Cannot well override THAT kind of medical advice! Stark, bless him, will take it and that's that, objections by Troi or no!

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Yes, dearie, Crichton (Season 4) is still over in the corner, being examined. The mages had said that their examinations had detected very subtle magicks. Subtle but powerful. If they'd not known to look, they'd never had known. Indeed, that's why Sigin had failed to discover the spells whilst he'd been "Harvey hunting" (whoever or whatever Harvey is) inside Crichton's brains the first time around.

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Dearie, I'm not a mage so will trust them on that, okay? But I fear that Troi just... If Troi continues on trying to interrupt . . . I'm going to flatten her!

....

No, that's not being fair to her. Think that she's not been able to follow some of the more esoteric ins and outs of magery like I'd been afforded whilst down on Terra Prime. Believe that perhaps I should put in a paper to have Star Fleet personnel get better training on the.... AT least McCoy here is more up on it. Correspond with him over this and that over the years and....

Ah, sod it! That'll be later! Right now is what's important, eh? She interrupts at the wrong time here, the mages will slip up and . . . Crichton's going to be a vegetable!

Chiana (the dragoness) is kind of getting tired of her (Troi) as well. Show good taste, it does.

Cannot stand Troi. And not just because we have differences in . . .

Nevermind, let's not go over old wounds, eh?

Chiana's still blocking Troi bodily. Troi's not sure it's safe to leave Crichton alone yet, so she 'shoo's' him with a very funny 'bzzz'ing' noise. [ ala Rod, in Fifth Element ]. Later, Betty will tell me she . . . or should I say the tele version of her made the same noise in the Farscape episode: Losing Time. Whatever, dearie. But still . . . I believe that, still, I'm getting to like this new dragon!

That aside, there is work to do here. Clamping down firmly (causing Troi to wince and glare at me), I bodily spin her around to face me.

"You're presence is neither required or desired," I say "now leave!"

Squeezing a little harder when she opens her mouth to protest (leaving bruises if I keep this up much longer), I shove her over to McCoy.

"Sit on her if you have to but don't let her back in her," I hiss. "The mages are at a critical phase."

"Bet on it," McCoy sighs, dragging the angery Troi along with him, quietly explaining what's what.

Glad he's going to do that. Better he than I.

Much longer and I'd....

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Chiana and Aeryn-Pip, meanwhile, are looking at me with . . . admiration? Hm, do believe that they approve! That and perhaps . . . speculation?

That done, they now want to ask me a few questions about . . . their sisters? Choices they'd made and some such. Questions that somehow I feel that, HONESTLY, would be better handled by either Betty or Ragan....

Then again, both Betty and Ragan are over there, in another corner, talking softly with Captain Crais....

"Hey, gotta microt?" Aeryn-Pip begins, only to be interrupted by her sister, Chiana.

"'Seconds', not microts," she scolds her analog. "Know it's a pain, but it be better to learn their time units."

"Seconds," Aeryn-Pip says softly, practicing to her self, "Yeah, seconds..."

Guess that a microt is Farscapese for second? Maybe.

1. "Uh, sure I've got a . . . microt," I begin.

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