Farscape: season Literotica

[Mackdaddy_74]

John Crichton

Jarred awake by the ship shaking, I call out on the communicator, "Pilot, what the frell is going on?"

"Umm we don't know yet commander, it seems to be somesort of turbulance." Pilot replies.

"Turbulence? That didn't feel like turbulance to me, I have been in atmospheric and wormhole turbulance. I have never heard of space turbulance." I ramble on.

"It is different, almost like gravity pulling at us from different sides." Pilot continues, "Moya doesn't know what is happening either, we have no record of this happening to anyone before."

"Will Moya's defensive screen absorb some of the 'turbulance?" I ask.

"Unknown, I told you we know nothing about this." Pilot snaps back.

"Dren, well excuse me for asking and rying to help. Pilot try using the DS and see if it helps."

Suddenly the shaking stops as quickly as it began.

"That did it Crichton!" Pilot exclaims.

"Everyone meet in the main chamber in five microns, looks like we are going to do a little research so other ships won't have to worry about the bouncing thing we did." I call over the comm.

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[peterpan]

Rygel

I, Rigel the Sixteenth had also been woken by the ships convulsions. Floating in my thronesled my person was unaffected, but the walls, floors and ceiling darted at me agressively.

A cache of personal possessions I had taped behind a beam and disguised with grease and dirt to look like rusted plate broke free. Hard glinting stones ricocheed around the room like bullets. Creations of lace fluttered to the floor and trembled. These were not personal items I would like discovered. They were not, by some uncivilised interpretations, my personal items.

The ship finally ceases its girations. I quickly gather my treasures up from the various corners and cracks they had settled in. I sincerely hope the barbarians that crew this ship are striving to avoid a repeat of this indignity.

Whatever it is, just obey common sense and STEER AROUND IT, I shout internally. I don't bear much hope though.

When Chricton's imature and overexcited voice breaks in over the comm I know, I just Know what he is going to say.

I really don't see that kid ever making his first century.

 

[Always]

I crashed to the floor beside my bed, standing in an instant. "What the-" I didn't have time to finish as my own shoe came flying at me as the ship shook. I yelped and grabbed it, latching on to my bed, for a few moments until the stability returned. I heard Crichton's voice and nodded, yanking on the one show and looking for the other...

 

[Renegade]

D'Argo

"What the frell is going on around here!" I yell to myself while the shaking in the courters finaly came to a sudden end. Rolling out of my bed with a start, I look around the room while moving anything that fell from the shaking out of my way.

All this frelling junk in here was really starting to get on my nerves all of a sudden. Just about then, John's voice announced that he wanted us all to meet with him in the Main Chambers. Cursing under my breath, I quickly get dressed and prepare to meet with the others out there.

Once I was fully prepared for this, I exited my chambers and started towards the meeting room. This had the makings of a very interesting day. Should make our lives a little more interesting for now atleast. Good, I could really use the extra exercise right now. Things around here had been a little too calm for my liking.

 

[unclebigbad]

Scorpious...

Double damn!! I had such high hopes for this gravity distortion generator. Now I shall have to resort to more physical methods of apprehending Crichton...And the luscious Chiana...Ahhhh, what pleasure I could derive from that one...To see her bound...And gagged...Naked before me.
*shivers*
What a pleasing thought. Almost as pleasing as prying the wormhole data from Crichtons' mind.

[Edited by unclebigbad on 04-21-2001 at 07:43 AM]

 

[peterpan]

I, Rygel XVI arrive at the main chamber

OOC: hmmm. this became a bit intrusive plotwize. will edit if problems.
IC:

"What, first here? I guess that makes me chairman!"
Adjusting a control on my thronesled, I rise to a more dominant position.

I rap a makeshift gavel. "I pronounce this meeting in session! Now to the first order of business. These alleged gravitational anomalies."

Now one cannot rule 600 billion souls without being slightly educated. Occasionally I play down my competence for the simple reason that I do NOT intend to spend my time on Moya replacing faulty lightbulbs or crawling her access tubes with a monkey wrench in my teeth.

As anyone knows, a wormhole is simply spacetime so distorted that it's topology can no longer be compared to a rubber sheet. One can travel from point A to B in space and time without passing through points inbetween. And what is distorted space-time? gravity! The danger is coming out the other end stretched into spagetti.

I am perfectly happy with my correct height of 26 inches, however Chricton will undoubtedly wish to throw himself into anything remotely resembling a wormhole, or decide that someone is experimenting with wormhole technology and knock on the front door.

So I peruse the instrumentation, taking in more than others might expect.

Now lets see. The gravity disturbance is eminating from a formidable neutronium heavy anomoly on this entirely black planet orbiting a black star. According to this slightly out of date almanac the planet is called.. Khazad-arak arak G'karrr. Oh very inviting. Chricton will JUMP at that.

Now this planet over here for example, ALMOST NEXT DOOR, called, I think thats pronounced Kazinobor-delloz?.. well the details are a bit thin but I think that sounds a lot more worthwhile.

I hurredly adjust the displays to implicate the pleasure planet. A few red lights are flashing but I disable them to prevent undue investigation.

"And Pilot? I know you are watching. One word of this and I tell 'ERYN-YAY UN-SAY' about certain security cameras!"

 

[unclebigbad]

Scorpious

I will have to move my ship into weapons range...without being seen...not an easy task...especially with that cursed pilot on duty all the time...mayhaps a distress call...Yes...That's it...a distress call...Crichton will not refuse to answer a distress call.


*scratchy and staticy transmission* Any ships that can hear my voice, this is the transport ship Brodacious, we are adrift in the gravitational distortion fields and are coming dangerously close to a gravitational whirlpool. we have lost main power and are on reserve, life support critical, co-ordinates to follow.

*co-ordinates follow in binary format*

Please help us...there are women and children aboard.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

John Crichton

"John there is an emergency transmission coming through." Pilot tells me. Looking up at D'Argo and Chiana, "Well what do you think we should do? Should we risk going back, or should I take Farscape One in?" I ask. I know Aeryn won't let me take her Prowler, and I am more familliar with my ship, but I can't afford to risk it to much if I want to have a chance of returning home one day.

"Okay people, are we sending the messenger in to save the day, or will the calvary save the ship?" I ask everyone.

"And Sparky no comments from the peanut gallery." I say to Rygel, knowing he will have something to say.

[Edited by Mackdaddy_74 on 04-24-2001 at 06:20 PM]

 

[peterpan]

Rygel

I extract an ancient monocle from a hidden pocket of my thronesled and examine the empty 'Main Chamber' more carefully.

"Damn!"

 

[Renegade]

D'Argo

Thinking over what we knew about the situation, I start to muse over the possibility of a trap. It wouldn't surprise me one bit, but we did need to take our chances at times.

Glaring at Rygel for for a brief moment, I tell John, "I'm all for anything that has to do with us actualy doing some field work."

Normaly I would have tried to think things through more, but I was tired and needed some action. As much as I enjoyed Moya and it's crew, I needed to get out of here for something other then scouting work.

 

[unclebigbad]

Scorpious

Positioned just out of sensor range, is carrier, her fighters still sealed in their lauch bays, as nothing short of a capital ship could safely navigate these gravitational swirls and eddies...It is there to pull this transport ship out of harms way once i had secured the Crichton and the rest of the fugitives...

Ahhh, how many pleasurable moments might I spend with them...Chiana, Aeryn, and Crichton...All different, but equally pleasing. Chianna for her body. Aeryn for both her body and her mind. And last, but certainly not least, Crichton, simply because he has something I want, and thus far has refused to give it to me...I will enjoy prolonging his agony.

 

[FeatherLight]

Aerun

"Neither. We do nothing, except continue on our way."

My eyes flick to my fellow comrades, taking in John's want to help the so-called "distress signal." Of course... lousy Human ideals. Help everyone. No wonder he'd gotten us into so many frelling situations. D'argo I was surprised with. Normally, he was as skeptical as I was.

"Scorpius is after Crichton. This could be another of his traps. There is no frelling way we are going back."

ooc: sorry for being late guys. *huggles*

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

John Crichton

"Fine, have it your way. I always feel like I am Burger King, where you can have it your way right away." I say to Aeryn. There is no way I can get her to change her mind about me going.

"D'Argo, you said you were up for some field work, think you can handle it?" I ask.

Looking around, I see Rygel looking around. "Sparks, what are you looking at?"

 

[peterpan]

Rygel

"Sparks! what are you looking at?"
--
I turn a monocled eye on Chricton. Twice as big through the lens, he is twice as ugly, and catches me by suprise.
"gah!"
I examine him more closely, then state "I tactfully decline to comment." He looks so beaten by my wit that I float over and pat him on the shoulder.
"If things get dark over there Chricton, just remember that I will be right here; going through your stuff."

"I must say, Aeryn" I float over to the Peace Keeper "I am very proud of you for doing the sensible thing. A real Peace Keeper would no doubt have charged out there like a rabid cur without the least thought for personal safety, or the safety of MY person. We will get on just fine."

I give her a healthy slap on the back too. Damned if the throne sled shouldn't stutter and drop me a couple of feet. "Oops."

 

[FeatherLight]

Aeryn

That frelling little....

I spin suddenly, catching Rygel off gaurd (or course.. useless...) and grip my hand around his throat as my other hand reaches for the weapon strapped to my hip.

"Now you listen here, worm. I don't like you. You're a frelling spineless, self-preserving worm. You disgust me. If you ever... EVER do that again, I'll make sure Crais will find you. He'll just have trouble putting the pieces back together again."

I release him roughly, shoving him as far away from me as possible. My thoughts shifted yet again. Crichton was being too accomondating to my whims. No.. something was wrong. He usually fought me on everything.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and stare at them each in turn. "We do nothing because the call is a lie. It's too easily placed, exactly in our route. How many times does that happen?"

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

John Crichton

"Aeryn, how many of these situations have we been in?" I ask her. "Sure it could be a lie, but we won't know unless someone here goes out there. Just because Crais and Scorpius are after us, that doesn't mean that they will be around every corner but it wouldn't hurt to be prepaired." I say to her.

"Rygel, if I even suspect you of looking at, muchless touching any of my stuff, not even all of Moya's DRD's will be able to but you back together again." I snarl at him.

"Okay, I have a plan." I say, looking at Aeryn and D'Argo. "I go out in Farscape one, and the other hides out in the Prowler to surprise anyone that might try to catch me."

"What do you say?"

 

[Renegade]

D'Argo

OOC: Sorry this is short.

IC: With much hesitation, I answered, "Well, I'll go with what you feel is best, John. You've come through for all of us for the most part in the past."

Giving Rygel another look after his earlier hijinks, I awaited Areyns responce to the possible plan. She was always cautious about these kinds of things. Not that anyone among us could really blame her about it in the first place.

 

[peterpan]

Rygel

"Sodding ingrates! Im going down to the loading deck to practise my squash! And don't come crying to me this time when things go horribly wrong because you won't get it." and at that I depart.

Shortly after, savage pock-pock noises can be heard from the direction of the loading deck.