my untitled Farscape fic WIP
Posted: 2003-01-13 07:25pm
Crichton barely jumped behind a crate before a energy blast impacted the floor where he had been standing no more than a second ago. He peered over the top of the crate, ducking from another blast. He pulled out 'Winona,' his trusty hand gun and taking a deep breath, he dived out from the right side of the large cube shaped container, firing Winona as he slid across the floor. Three of the five blaster shots hit their marks, the other two hitting a wall, dropping two soldiers dressed in all black to the ground, their rifles landing with a clank and a thud. Commander John Crichton rose to his feet, slowly approaching the two PeaceKeepers with caution, relaxing after making sure they were dead. I guess those shootin lessons Aeryn's been giving me are payin off. He thought to himself as he retrieved one of the rifles, slinging it over his right shoulder.
"Pilot, this is Crichton, what the frell is going on? I nearly got my damn head blown off by two PKs." John said via Moyas intercomm system as he began walking down one of the corridors of the Leviathan, and getting no response.
"Yo, Pilot, you there?"
"What a time for him to take a damn coffee break." Crichton said, sighing in frustration.
"Aeryn, you there? Big D? Sparky? Pip?"
Crichton slowed his pace.
"Five food cubes for the first person to come up and kick me in the nuts!" Crichton announced, he stopped walking after a few seconds and no reply. Something was wrong, Chiana and Rigel would've knocked each other over to get five cubes for free, Rigel would've kicked him even without the offer of food. John broke into a sprint towards Pilots den, the others could be anywhere on Moya and he needed to know what happened to Pilot, the one person who could tell him where the rest of the crew and any other PKs were on the ship. Minutes later Crichton sprinted inside the den and stopped in his tracks, his eyes opening wide as he starred at the beaten and bloody (atleast he guessed that was blood) body of Pilot, hunched over the control panals that he used to relay commands to Moya, the living Leviathan starship that John and the other runaway fugitives resided. He rushed up to the platform and hesitantly reached out with a hand and touched the aliens skin, breathing a sigh of relief when he discovered that his symbiotic friend was still alive.
"Pilot, wake up buddy."
Nothing.
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It's not finished yet, so bear with me. =op
"Pilot, this is Crichton, what the frell is going on? I nearly got my damn head blown off by two PKs." John said via Moyas intercomm system as he began walking down one of the corridors of the Leviathan, and getting no response.
"Yo, Pilot, you there?"
"What a time for him to take a damn coffee break." Crichton said, sighing in frustration.
"Aeryn, you there? Big D? Sparky? Pip?"
Crichton slowed his pace.
"Five food cubes for the first person to come up and kick me in the nuts!" Crichton announced, he stopped walking after a few seconds and no reply. Something was wrong, Chiana and Rigel would've knocked each other over to get five cubes for free, Rigel would've kicked him even without the offer of food. John broke into a sprint towards Pilots den, the others could be anywhere on Moya and he needed to know what happened to Pilot, the one person who could tell him where the rest of the crew and any other PKs were on the ship. Minutes later Crichton sprinted inside the den and stopped in his tracks, his eyes opening wide as he starred at the beaten and bloody (atleast he guessed that was blood) body of Pilot, hunched over the control panals that he used to relay commands to Moya, the living Leviathan starship that John and the other runaway fugitives resided. He rushed up to the platform and hesitantly reached out with a hand and touched the aliens skin, breathing a sigh of relief when he discovered that his symbiotic friend was still alive.
"Pilot, wake up buddy."
Nothing.
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It's not finished yet, so bear with me. =op