And this is almost where we came in!

Elrondir

"It comes with the job," I mutter, annoyed. "Quests, even when winding down are never easy. And . . .do be a good man put the gun down, Leon."

There is a time for stunning and not a time.

Thwaap!

"Aaaagrth," yelps both Luxan warrior and son yelp. A bit of warning pressure on each keeps them from moving towards us in a hostile manner.

See! If Leon had still been holding the phasor he'd never been able to catch both Jothee's and D'Argo's tongues in each hand!

He'd be in snooze land, boys and girls!

Then again, that's only a step up from what we have now.

"Shit!" swears the male Replicant. First, because if he lets go of the tongues they'll be free to lash out again. Second, because now Crais (the only one here armed) has his pulse pistol aimed at us.

Then again, with all the hardware the rest of us (I'd opted out) have aimed at him he's not exactly got the drop on us...

Could be worse . . .

"Okay," I say slowly. "If we can all calm down a bit and . . ."

"You speak English?!" Crichton blinks. "And why you guys look like you’re from Bladerunner?"

Last part is directed towards the Zhora and Leon.

"Merciful Goddess, what is this madness?" gasps Zhaan.

"Put your weapon downs NOW!" orders Crais. "I order you to . . "

"Will you PEOPLE CALM DOWN!" B'Elanna shouts.

Of course, the Door has to slam shut behind us, adding to the atmosphere. Those things don't stay open forever, you know (when they're working right). It sure puts off any more questions the others have, let me tell you.

I’m . . . in too much pain right now. Hearing wise . . .

WE spend the next few seconds in painful silence (some of us with ringing ears, ouch!) and then . .

"Okay," I nod. "That was helpful. Now, in the order of questions and statements made."

"John, yes we do speak English," I say. "A lot of people from where I came from, Earth speak it. Same for a place called Terra Prime. And yes, my human friends do look like they came from Bladerunner.

"Zhaan," I continue on, smiling and acting like this is just a pleasant tea time chat. "This madness is what those from my world call a Mexican Standoff. Meaning that we have a bunch of people pointing friggin' guns at each other. Very tense. Or rather it would be a Mexican Standoff IF you had more guns pointed at us . . ."

"Captain Bialar Crais," I finish up. "Not until you put YOURS down. We didn’t draw until you pointed that thing at us."

"And we have more pointed at you than you at us," Leon adds, giving both poor Jothee and D’Argo a little squeeze (which elicited yet another painful yelp from both).

"I . . . can see that," Crais concedes, not putting down.

Lovely. Got to love PK society sometimes there, making such an impression on Crais to act like this.

Hm, then I know a lot of Military folks like this and . . .

Ah, nevermind!

"Oh, and since we are noticing things how about this?" one of the girls (Chi by the direction the voice comes from). "How about those readings on the tube? Shows some celluar functions still going on, wouldn‘t it?. What about that?"

Stark, look at these indicators.

"It’s only the cyro-systems," the one eyed man says. "The cryo-systems was just activated to preserve the body until burial."

Zhaan looks, and gasps.

"But that's not all," she points. "The Cyllian maintenance functions are still operating. Keeping her body alive."

"Watitaminute," Crichton interrupts. "You’re saying she’s alive? That Diagnosian had said she’d been dead, Zhaan!"

"No-- the Diagnosian pronounced her dead," Stark protests. "We had all been there and saw it. He could not save her."

Crais’ aim has lowered slightly and lowers, seeing something in Zhaan’s face that . . .

"His gifts could not," Zhaan begins, going over to Stark. "But if . . ."

That’s about as far as she gets when the soft chanting I am doing (a rather powerful healing spell) grows to a feverish pitch and . . .

. . .

Lights out . . .

Nite . . .

In the confusion as Aeryn Sun’s body suddenly jackknives and draws a stuttering breath (taking in the healing powers of the spell that drains the elf known as Elrondir). It doesn’t cause her to waken, but it’s enough to get her to a level that the Diagnosian can bring her all the way. Especially with the little bit of Star Trek knowledge that B’Elanna lays down.

Why, it’s enough to get to get both the Sebacian and human back on their feet before you can say . . .

Well, nevermind. It would have been quick enough to get them on their way before Scorpius arrived, but that wasn’t happening since a warning by Chiana put Crais and Talyn (native) on the alert.

Even went so far as to suggest means of treating the problems that Talyn was starting to exhibit but being that the resources and knowledge that they’d carried with them on this side trip was what they had, that this Talyn was too large to take into the final Door, and that the Door was the only known means of getting from this reality to the reality next door . . .

It was as much as could be done.

It was a lot, but Creator only knows if it was enough in as far as Talyn.

Anyway, after a session with the TARDIS’ Zero Room, Elrondir’s back on his feet . . .

1. And then things get interesting when they get back for several reasons . . .

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