Earth? Best of bad options?!

Later, in Command...

Elrondir

I must admit it's strange business, this. It's somewhat similar to what we'd done back on Betty's home planet/reality, her Earth. Remember, she comes from a reality which mirrored both movies I and a few others had seen back Home, the movies Sneakers and Enemy of the State. No, she hadn't been IN the movies, but events and people shown in the movie soon enough played themselves out "real life".

Weird if you think about it, but then again after you consider what I've been through it's only middling strange.

Hey, I'd been an Artifical Intelligence before I'd died and, boom . . . now I'm an elf! How weird is that?

So using a piece of fiction to plot our next move isn't too strange to ME, thanks!

We did it back then, and we did it again back on the TARDIS.

Can't say that John Crichton was exactly . . . comfortable seeing himself on the small screen, brought to us all by one of Betty's DVDs. Seems that it's just too eldritch for his taste, seeing stuff from your life playing out in what others would consider (in another universe) a piece of fiction. That and this COULD be considered a major breach of privacy! Then again, he and the other Crichtons had pretty much thrown up their hands in frustration over this matter when I'd tried to bring up this subject earlier, stating basically that it's done so why bother crying over it. One had gone onto say that since Chiana (our's) was hellbent on seeing those DVDs anyway, why bother trying to FORBID it.

"She does what she wants with who she wants when she wants," he grumps, almost sullenly.

That last part had kind of struck me as . . . insulting to my new friend. Later, I'll see it was just the plain truth, but still at the time it had cheesed me off enough to where I'd figure they can find out about the huge paycheck they'll be getting (those who'll be staying in realities the Military and Alliance do regular business with) for that invasion of privacy. Remember, the Doctors got huge compensations from the various BBCs out there for their breaches of privacy? Well, the same will be happening for the Farscape folks!

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Hm, I don't believe that Aeryn-Pip or Chiana are aware of that fact, yet. Maybe later....

Yeah, later. Right now we have a situation on our hands!

About 2/3 of the way down here to about near the end part where Bizarro Stark (best designation for that character) attempts to "heal" the convulsing Aeryn-Pip.

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Remember, the worry was the consequences of something too jarring for the magicks upon Crichton to withstand. If the earlier Crichton should awaken to reality (break out of the magical compulsion/delusions he was under), that booby trap would blow his mind (literally). Sorta....

What would happen (I think) would be this. . . .Uh, neverimind. Haven't the time. Besides, that's already been explained several times. Sorry if it's not totally clear (Creator knows I'm not totally clear on it myself).

Yeah, back to Stark....

He's leaning down, removing his mask to shine that mystical light on the still convulsing Aeryn-Pip (who's convulsions stop suddenly right as the light hits her, instead she's got this rather odd and confused look on her features).

"Two?!" Stark gasps softly, confused.

THATS where things start to go screwy! See, Stark is still Stark, no matter which universe you're talking about. He's (even when he looks like a "she") has powers. Powers which, under the right (or wrong circumstances) can go berserk, causing all sorts of problems!

Betty later will tell us the last time she'd seen something like that it had done that in the TV show had been in a Farscape episode called "Different Destinations". We don't go traveling back in time this time. No, instead the light apparently acts as a shield from whatever failsafes Flagg had managed to put on the earlier Aeryn-Pip. Late on, we'll figure out it was something like a huge ass version of that AD&D spell: "Finger of Death". It had been neutralized by the Rules and Agents when they'd made Aeryn-Pip their Champion, I guess, since we hadn't felt (or found) anything like that on her, back on Terra Prime.

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Gotta say that that SOB, Flagg is one thorough bastard! Basically, it's there to kill anyone who'd nosed to far into the essence of our gray girl and uncovered the spells upon her. Kill them so they can't undo what's been done to her so as to derail Flagg's plans for her and Crichton (plans that I rather shudder to think would be, so best to not know what they'd been, exactly). Even in it's weakened state (Stark's powers had shielded all of us from the more deadly effects), it managed to knock almost all of us cold! Us Champions were able to ward it off, with difficulty, but we'd been kinda out of it for a bit. Barely able to stand, much less act right away after that near miss!

The only ones of Bizarro Moya's crew who didn't get totally knocked out were: the native Chiana who'd found herself suddenly waking up after having blacked out from Aeryn-Pip's mind taking over her body for a bit there, the earlier Crichton who'd continued on in a monologue, acting out he lines of a play set down in his mind by Flagg), and Moya (of course).

Big blasted space whale that she is, it only made her VERY dizzy! She's too massive, you know, to have been knocked out by it.

The native Chiana (still looking very much like Aeryn-Sun dressed up like a Nebari woman) is looking at "her" Crichton (who's still "possessed" by the earlier version of Season 4 Crichton. Confused yet?).

"Crichton, what the frell are you doing?!" she asks him, as he seems to be staring at someone (not there) in front of him and giving them a look that some would say reads as: "Ah hell, not this!" That's about the time that the possessing entity known as Crichton (ala Season 4) gets sucked back to the Nexus (back where the other "possessing entity", the earlier version of the one now known as Aeryn-Pip slipped back). Them gone and these natives' parts done, the spells upon the native Cricthon end, and the native blinks.

Wondering just what the Hell is going on here? Well, that's simple enough!

Last thing the native Crichton remembers was going down to the Commerce Planet, and overhearing the betrayal that that runt Rygel had arranged with Crais. He'd been hot on confronting Rygel over that, when everything . . . went blank.

That's where Flagg struck, putting things in train for this rather bloody business as seen on TV (ala Farscape: Unrealized Reality).

Can't say the same thing, the magical spoofing of Flagg, brought about the reality which produced that PK Crichton, but....

No, that's jumping ahead! Just let's say that SOME evils out there are of our own mortal makings, okay?

But let us just say that the question that the native Crichton blurts out go a LONG way in clearing his name (in some eyes, anyway). Questions like about what's he doing here and such. Questions that basically clue in the Champions that he'd been under someting of a spell. Given recent revelations about what Flagg had done with "their" Crichton, it wasn't such a stretch to believe the same had been done with the native one, as well.

Go figure.... Hey, it worked enough in Star Trek (some alien entity mind controlling one of the heroes) to work for Betty and Ragan! Heck, was even (when proven to be not just a lie) a valid defense in criminal proceedings back in the Star Trek universe. Happened too often to be ignored, you know.

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Well, anyway, both Nebari woman and human man are not only becoming aware of losing time (more lost time for the man than the woman) but of others around them. Others like that big PK Command Carrier looming in the forward window. Others like the bunches of unconscious friends (and associates) sprawled hither and yon all over Command. Others like some strangers who are....? Running all over the place?

Who ARE these people (two who look just like the native Chiana One who's bringing up the manual controls?

Another (with what the human name swears is something like a fox and a young girl (with adult features) all mixed together) pointing a wand first at them and then at other people all sprawled over the floor. Back further on in the hallway leading to Command she shouts "Found him! It's Crais!!"

Huh?

Before they can formulate a clear question as to what the heck that was about (or even what the HELL is going on here), Moya lurches underneath them, driving them both to the floor.

The floor rushes up to greet them and THUMP! Lights out!

"Oh well, it would have been difficult explaining it anyway," Elrondir mutters as he struggles with the sluggish controls, flying the Leviathan BACKWARDS towards the wormhole at her back.

They don't even have time enough to turn poor Moya around (who's beginning to wonder what the HELL this little guy's doing, anyway). She's too disoriented, still, from everything to resist, though.

Booming open (or would BOOM if there was air to transmit the noise) the until now undetected wormhole opens up and swallows Moya, much to the surprise of those PK forces who'd begun pursuit again (after having been SURE that Crais had secured Moya). Thankfully, the wormhole booms closed again before anyone gets to the mouth. Could have been . . . messy for anyone pursuing in a Prowler, eh?

Using the Timelord's timesense (much akin to that humming thing that Crichton of Season 4 has, useful in making sure a wrong turn's not made and the native Crichton doesn't arrive before he'd left, leading to all sorts of dreadful results like seen in the TV episode of Farscape: Kansas), they fly Moya backwards through the wormhole (!) the Champions manage to get those who'd been threatened away to a place that (at least for the moment) would be VERY safe indeed from what you'd find out in the Uncharted.

Very familiar place to some as they finally manage to wake up (with help).

"Wazzat?" Crichton (ala Season 4) blinks, seeing what he sees through the forward view screen (or whatever). "Huh?!"

"Figure it was the safest place," Ragan explains, reminding him. "Best of limited options, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Crichton blinks, hauling himself erect. "Right! Right. Fly Moya through the wormhole back to the native's Earth."

Oh, it'll cause a hornets nest of anxiety back down on Earth (is in fact doing so right now, this "UFO" tumbling about in high, stable Earth orbit) but let's put it THIS way. In a universe like THIS, it'll ONLY wait for so long for an infant race (such like mankind) to grow up enough before some kind of FIRST Contact is made.

Yes, the Doctor could have tried for someplace ELSE, but where would that be?! At least here (for the moment) Moya and crew is safe! Best of bad options, it was!

Yes, perhaps the Doctor might at least hang around and.... Hold on, you're kidding, right? The Doctor steps in to intervene in things from time to time. Help out those in need of aid he and his Companions can provide. However, he draws the line at meddling in another world's politics. Heck, he doesn't care to bother with dabbling in ANY politics (including his own world's)....

Let the human sort things out for themselves!

But that doesn't mean he's above helping the still unconscious members of Moya's crew. Wounds from shrapnel are tended to (i.e. Pilot's wounds are tended to) whilst others are helped in . . . other ways.

Aeryn-Pip had mentioned that while she and the others had gotten USED to their altered forms, it didn't mean that they'd been adverse to returning to normal....

Read that as meaning with a little bit of magic our friends on Bizarro Moya are looking like their old selves.

. . . .

Maybe it's presumptuous, but chances are that Aeryn-Pip's opinions are right. Hope so anyway.

That done, they blockify the still unconsious Crais (no, don't feel like chatting with the SOB, thanks) and scoop up the other PK soldiers. Offloading the still unconsious former PK commando (Ikeron Regiment) and the Delvian Priest, the TARDIS leaves. Fly them (PK soldiers and friends) back to the Uncharted territories and dump them at a certain Gammak base (some right in that odd comfy Chair, for Scorpy to find later). That'll include Crais, once the Rules and Agents get that Key Component out of him...

Yes, the Doctor and Companions left those on Moya behind without even a LIVE body to explain things, but the note left behind on a control console (held in place by a silver bullet, ala The Lone Ranger motif) will spell it out to the still dizzy folks when they wake up. Least the Champions could do, right?

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Well, it's better than nothing at all! Besides, they were rather sapped from this latest business so it is understandable why they don't wish to be sociable right now, okay!

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So, lets get back to those in the TARDIS, okay?

The Champions and Crichton are nursing HUGE headaches from that latest business as they're taking five....

1. "And now it's time for a Prayer?" Crichton (ala Season 4) sighs, fiddling with the Crais block in his hands before handing it back.

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