And you may now kiss the.....

Rygel

And they make their choices and share their fates. . . .

And Crichton had looked down upon me when I had told him how many wives I had. . . . . . !

Ah, but I shall laugh long and hard after this, remembering. . . ..

Yes, what happens next is rather like what Delvians do, sharing with each other, spiritually. That is at least what I have learned on the subject: unity. Do remember that Crichton himself shared with Zhaan earlier. . . .but that's besides the point. . . . This variation (one I haven't heard of before). . . .

Well, let's just say the three. . . .make a cute. . . .triple.

Zhaan, of course, after it's all done, is a bit. . . ..shall we say. . . .distraught to find them all clamoring to be wed. . . then and there. . . ..

Honestly, what I can see from them I'd almost put it as being an unnecessary step, but one must make allowance for pagans, right?

Zhaan, the blue assed b*** that she is, tries to at least delay, saying some kind of Delvian nonsense about needing at least to consult the goddess and such to sanctify. . . .such an odd. . . er. . . union.

Well, can't have that, can we? The three (one human and two Sebecians) are nearly. . . ..

Well, let's just say they're. . . .ready.

"Oh, stop it!" I humph, bringing my thronesled to the head of this meeting. "Here, I'll do it myself!

"As Dominar of over 600 billion I pronounce you husbands and wives!" I say almost carelessly, waving my hand imperiously (as per custom) to grant them leave to. . . .scamper off and do what pagans do to sanctify their joinings.

Even in my current. . . unfortunate position (which I plan on rectifying with my cousin soon enough), I have the power to do such a ceremony.

. . . ..

Well, of course Crichton isn't grateful for such a boon, but. . . .his wives drag him off before he can say what he looks like he'd say. Pretty soon it looks like he'll forget about whatever sharp and silly thing he'd call me. . . .

Meanwhile, with Zhaan still just staring at me, I turn back.

"You were taking too long," I smile. "Why, I did you a favor, dear Zhaan! Now, you don't have to be. . . embarrassed at having to ask your Goddess over. . . .such a thing. . . .. Besides, it clears the way for some many things. . . ..and is probably even binding back on his world. After all, who'd want to offend my. . . ..royal will?"

The last was laced with a touch of irony. From what I've seen and heard about the defensive capabilities of Crichton's world, it's rather. . . .vulnerable.

Needs a few friends, I know. Friends like. . . ..me? Friends who'd. . . . . . shelter it and protect it. . . ..

Well, it's a thought, anyway. She (or her twin we shall be going to here sooner or later) shall need protection unless this Doctor comes up with some plan to address that!

Wormhole travel could be so. . . ..profitable. . . .though. . . ..

"Oh my God!" the one known as the Brig finally gasps, looking after the way that the threesome just went.

"Ah, glad your religion approves." I chuckle, passing by the man before stopping and looking at him sideways, appraisingly (and a touch overly innocently).

"What?" I ask coyly. "You don't approve? Your culture's morality doesn't allow for multiple wives whilst mine does?"

"Well. . . hrmph. . . .." he coughs, looking embarrassed and looking away, trying to compose himself.

The others strangers are also looking out of sorts (except for Inquirer, the elves, and Sigin). Some are just shaking their heads and chuckling a little. One elf even claps a little. The one known as "Elrondir".

Seems that there is a bit of difference, culture wise, between Terra Prime and Earth (whichever one you speak of). Even a difference between the two elfin couples. Gilmuriel and his wife have designs for going home because. . . .it appears that there is some kind of siren call on there land. . . .calling them back or some such. As for Elrondir and his wife, that's different. Born in space, they are most comfortable. . . .in space travel. . . . In a nomadic life. . . .

To each his own.

Ah, I have the most satisfied smile, having the last word in. . . ..

At least until I get back to my room and find my. . . ..justly. . . .er. . . .salvaged material from the TARDIS. . . .GONE!

With a cardboard card left in the places I'd stowed it. Will find out latter that "?" is an Earthen symbol for a question. The DOCTOR was. . . .here. . . .

Sigin

Later. . . ..after Rygel had left. . . .

Chiana finally asks the still befuddled Zhaan what she'd been planning on asking, explaining later to those appalled at her actions that. . . ..

The solution to the problem, whilst not perhaps acceptable to some folk's eyes, worked. . . ..

Well, I can't fault her, really. There weren't many options left after the roof nearly fell on our heads there. Could have been ugly (broken hearts being the minimal fallout from it all).

As for myself and Chiana. . . .

We enjoyed our wedding night. What we did. . . .none of your business. However. . . .let us just say that. . . .

Well, in certain. . . .things. . . ..I believe she'd now a big fan of her. . . new default form. . . ..

. . . ..

Ah, pardon the "cat with the feathers in the mouth" look, but. . . .it was. . . .

Well, to business. . . ..

Near the end of it all (in the glow), something. . . .happened whilst in human form for another go. Some kind of. . . device implanted within Chiana shorted out. Minor inconvenience (uncomfortable) for her, but hardly fatal.

It appears that this "Life Disc" was, whilst sturdy enough for most things, never intended to deal with the rigors place upon it by shifting forms. Major advances had been made in cybernetics for magical based beings when Inquirer had volunteered herself for study for a time. Had allowed, in fact, for cybernetic implants and prosthetics for elves and such. . . .which wouldn't be rejected despite their exotic makeup.

Odd. Other high technology items can take the stress whenever I shift forms. Then again. . . ..I never had "implants".

She's naturally distraught over it, saying that her brother will now think her dead. Then blinks when she realized that when she had blinked forward into the future with the rest of us a bit ago after rescuing Jothee. . . ..this brother of hers had already thought her dead. . . ..when his implant failed to get any. . . . . .

Wait. . . ..

Inquirer mentioned something about it seeming odd that the Tyrells had found Rygel so. . . ..quickly. They are rather skilled (equal to the Military and Alliance) in signal tracking.

Well now!

I laugh long and hard over this one, finally explaining to a surprised Chiana. . . .what I'm laughing about. . . ..

It is, for me, funny. . . .

The next day. . . ..

Ace

"I have to say," I begin over morning meal. "That was the weirdest thing I have ever seen."

"That and a bit racy," the Brigadier adds, shaking his head over his cup of tea.

Goes onto saying that after Crichton had gone off with him, it would turn out they'd talked about similar things that Sun had been worried about back in the Den. That is, the Yank had been talking about his multiple woman trouble and since the Brigadier was human (and a man), he'd turned to another in the hopes of finding a solution. . . . . . .anything. . . .

Well, the Brig hadn't any answers, but then again it kind of. . . took care of itself. . .

Oy. . . .

The others, as of yet, are still waking up. The newlywed. The newly reunited father and son, and the priestess who'd been a bit drained by the unity ceremony. . . ..

The Doctor and us other "strangers" not involved in such things had agreed to rise early to make plans.

Plans. Ah, but I figure that such things aren't usual done here on Moya. Strikes me as a merry anarchy most of the time!

Oy.

"I've seen worse," the Doctor smiles, shaking his own head and trying not to laugh.

I dare say he has.

"Well, what now?" I say, a bit overly cheerful. "What now after the love birds rise and shine?"

What now after D'Argo, after having explained to his distraught son that his mom had gone to a better place, had rocked him through the night until the tyke had fallen asleep in his arms. That I don't say aloud, but. . . ..

Ah, but not everything was easy yesterday (not to say it had been). . . ..

"Now, we. . . ." Inquirer begins, only to pause after seeing a worried look in Ragan's eyes.

"We forgot something," she says softly.

"What?" I finally ask, while the others just await.

"There still is the telemetry data that that fat mechanic John had to pay had," Betty says, looking at her "sister" in panic.

Oy, another side trip back into time and such!

Inquirer herself, by herself, goes about and does the "bait and switch" after the past John and past Aeryn have left the desert planet's surface. Proper money is left to replace the magnetic tape with the Farscape telemetry upon it, leaving the pleasantly plump (cigar smoking) female mechanic with nothing to spill (and thus harm) when the Tyrells come looking.

Oh, things like that (theft) happen all the time on that planet, I'm told. Still, Inquirer admits that the Tyrells are going to be wondering right now just what the bloody heck is going on now, with all these. . . .near misses. . . .

And after that we finally get down to hunting for our first target: Doctor/Pharoah Mobius in the Nile Empire!

We land in a part of the "Empire" that has "been known to do business" upon Core Earth, at a place that Inquirer had jokingly suggested. Being no other place was any better as anything else to try, we land there in the TARDIS.

"Oh good," Inquirer says slowly, looking at the staring Betty and Ragan. "Know how you felt upon meeting each other for the first time with Addventure and all."

Some mutter words like "impossible", looking at what we see upon the view screen.

Louder, Inquirer continues, clapping her hands cheerfully: "Ah, but our Player Characters need aid! Bring out the Doom Wrench!!"

"Are you quiet alright?" both the Brigadier and Stark (boy, irony there) say sharply, at Inquirer's antics. Thinking she's gone barmy, I am sure. . . .

1. Out of sight of the ambush, those within the TARDIS (us), view a bunch of gun toting goons blasting away at....a mechanical dog?!

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