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Lilith
Whatever the case, any reasons as to why we're so far and away from our
home away from home . . .died with these two. The captain and his . . .
domestic partner...
"Didn't see that one coming," I mutter to myself, disgusted by the
remains of this spat.
Whatever other problems Tate may have had I rather wouldn't have
thought it was domestic. The relationship between
the two seemed . . .a happy couple! Saw no signs that would have
given clue as to THIS happening.
Then again, I and my sisters had other so VERY pressing matters
on our minds. Things like getting the HELL off the planet and away from
these lunatics who are trying to kill us!
Oh, as Champions we cannot be killed. True. However, that’s not to say
we cannot feel pain and agony. Had enough of THAT in my life for my taste,
thanks.
Snirk. Yep, the life of a First Child is fraught with peril...
So we go and join the Exploratory Corp for the thrill of adventure all
the same because . . .we need it. It’s . . .addicting in a way, adventure.
It’s a Champion thing. You wouldn’t understand...
Man, those Rules and Agents know how to pick us types at the right
moments...
But that said, find I wish to avoid such things when nothing good can
come from it, thanks. For myself and my sisters, thanks.
Hm, that said I’d better take care of this mess BEFORE telling Rei and
Reika what I’ve found down here. See, unlike in some realities . . .ghost
have a bad habit of lingering on around their dead bodies and HATE to be
disturbed if said body is violated. For safety and well being, one is well
advised to either perform a religious ceremony of SOME type to conduct any
lingering ghost onto the afterlife . . .or just destory the body and
severe the link to this plane of existence that way.
Fire works but magic will also work. Bodies here are too desiccated to
use a phasor on disintegrate safely, I fear.
Spell in mind and then a quick prayer for the departed (if only to
respect them), I then let loose.
Back on the bridge...
Rei
"So you say that both captain and first mate were dead
when you arrived?" I say, my wings dropping slightly in consternation.
Sigh, in a way this makes things easier. Regs give some leeway on how
to handle situations where higher technology can be used in the "study
groups", but this kind of situation isn't exactly cut and dry.
"Looks like this ship disappears forever," Reika mutters to herself
while fiddling with the flight controls, bringing this ship a bit further
into safe territory (and away from the wormhole wall).
Would hardly do to break throug that wall on our way home and tear the
ship (and ourselves) into billionso "itty bitty" pieces from suddenly
appearing back into real space. The speed differentials would destroy the
ship and it would take a LONG time for us to . . .pull ourselves back
together again.
Anyway. Originally I had something planned along the lines of getting
a few answers (like why we’d been in flight for longer than agreed upon)
from the captain and then stun him, stuffing him and his first mate into
their hibernation chambers for the duration and . . .then let them figure
out what stories to tell others when they wake up and us gone.
Yes, stuff them into their chambers and do something technological or
magical--whichever seemed more feasible--to muddle his memories of us.
We’d just become another weird spacer myth.
But with them dead I believe we’ll just have to keep the ship (and
donate it to the Exploratory Corp when done). Easier that way. Would be
too bloody difficult to try to return this property to any survivors and
such back from where it came from. Imagine trying to explain everything
and NOT compromise our oath to secrecy. Yeah, see that look but we joined
the Corp because they're rather good with following their version
of the Star Trekkie Prime Directive!
The human in that reality we'd been studying may have had space travel
but they'd (not quiet) reached a point where they were ready for official
Contact by the Military Protectorate and whatnot.
Bottom line, my sisters and I have this nice and shiney spaceship under
our control and looks like it'll be ours for . . .quiet a while, for the
moment.
"Alright, good work with the bodies," I say over the intercom system to
Lilith. "That's one less potential headache we don't need right now."
Ghostly visitations from angry undead can be very painful, shall we say.
"Now get back up here please because we'll need an extra hand in
navigating this slug through the wormhole safely and . . .,"I pause,
blinking at what I'm seeing outside. "You have GOT to be kidding me."
Two things, to be exact.
"What? What's going on?!" Lilith says over the com system, clearly
concerned at my coments.
"Oh . . .nothing much," Reika drawls in consternation at what she's
seeing outside as well. "Just a Living Ship--a Leviathan-- and some idiot
who'd gotten sucked into here apperently during an EVA without a safetly
line to his Module. That's all."
Silence on the line lasted for three seconds.
"We're in the middle of a Farscape crossover I gather," Lilith
says in a drowel voice.
I and others are well aware of the misadventures of John Crichton,
astronaut. That and we've seen Betty's Farscape DVDs.
Yes, I can tell you that Crichton on the TV left me rolling on the
floor more than a few times. The real one was mildly funny from time to
time as well, with his pop culture fixation he has . . .had.
. . .
Two centuries have passed. The version of the man outside (got visual
confirmation) might not be alive back home in the Terra Prime reality may
be dead and burried, even though he'd been exposed to a lot of things that
actually should have extended his lifespan by quiet a bit.
Just saying that a LOT might have changed back on Terra Prime, you
see. Something that I will . . . allow myself to contemplate later (and
perhaps get VERY upset over the whole thing. . . .blast that captain!!).
Right now, we have to get a ship under control and OUT of this place.
That and get Crichton IN here. Something is decidely odd about this
situation and I'd for one would LIKE to get to the bottom of it.
It's . . .
No, I'll explain here in a moment in this tale of ours.
. . .
Okay, we use the tractor beam to reel John Critchon, astronaut, into the
ship in the hopes of figuring out just what HE and the others are doing
here... Must be a very intersting tale indeed, looks like two "story
episodes" fused into one by a guess.
And shall we say the old saw of "no good deed goes unpunished" is still
very true. We'd just been trying to get Crichton inside and out of the
cold (as it were), safe inside the steel hull of a spaceship. Instead,
just as we'd pulled him in . ..we end up here.
By the way a dark suited older gentleman with inky black eyes is blinking
and looking around, he'd not expected us. That and suddenly finding
himself HERE instead of where he'd been planning on meeting Crichton.
In the woods?! I remember the meeting between this guy and Crichton
(who's changed outfits somewhere along the way....his old IASA flightsuit)
had happened on a faux iceberg, "floating" in an oily "sea" as seen
in "Unrealized Realities".
John had been armed in that episode (all the good it done him). Not
here, for whatever reason.
"Greetings Daughters of Eve," a noble voice calls out.
I then see a large, noble (and familiar) "Great Lion" come out. Old
friend of the family:
Aslan.
At a guess it's that paricular cat. Aslan I guess didn't want to get
shot (again) after father blasted him that one time long ago.
Long story. Don't ask. It's embarassing.
Hrmph. Just saying that's why I guess John's only able to slap at his
side looking for a weapon he no longer has.
Yeah, and anywho...
"Oh my gawd I'm so screwed," I hear Crichton whisper, looking like he'd
like to run for it (but knows it would be pointless). He'd never outrace
Aslan.
"Did . . .that lion just talk?" he blinks, suddenly processing
something.
"Hale and well met!" I and my sisters greet the noble lion, ignoring
astronauts and black suited alien entities in the shape of human beings
(albeit poorly done) for the moment.
Their questions will wait. Hm, looks like we're going to be
finding out how "getting home" from being gone too long is gonna play out
here from the Great Lion himself. I'm not sure why it's going to be HIM
instead of a Rule or Agent but then again we Champions of Terra Prime only
had a very foggy idea of . . .what this whole mess would entail.
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 "Might as well be in the Woods between Worlds."
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