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looking around.... (3)

KaraS -- Lost on Moya

KaraS wandered lost through the hallways of Moya. When Rae had taken off, and everyone had followed her, Kara had fallen farther and farther behind. Finally, she had turned a corner and not seen anyone.

"Rae! Spyral! Mouse? Where is everybody?"

But no one had answered.

So now she wandered, lost, looking for her friends.

A humming noise had startled her. Rygel in his hover throne had come up behind her.

"Hmmph. Who are you and what are you doing on Moya?" he asked.

"My name is KaraS. I was kidnapped by an ogre, threatened with being diced and steamed, rescued by an absent friend, taken to a magic circle where I ate magic pizza, threatened by hostile ants, enclosed in a glob of paint and transported here. It's been a wierd day."

"I should say so! You should follow me."

"Ok, where are we going?" Kara asked as she followed Rygel down the corridor.

"To the central chamber." Rygel said. "Your story about magic pizza has made me hungry. It's time for lunch."

"I can tell you're a human. You don't make any more sense than Crichton."

Toghether, they headed in search of lunch...

SunAeryn -- ‘How do we get back?

Better yet, do we want to?' Sun was thinking as she took a walk on Moya. 'Man, this is way weird, in a good way though. Sure beats the heck out of any dreams I have.' Sun just kept wandering around the different tiers of Moya, not noticing the DRD following her. She some how made her way to the terrace of Moya. She went in(or would that be out) and looked up at the stars. Struck with the awe of it all, she just stood there with her face turned up staring and smiling(kind of one of those big cheesy grins she gets from time to time). She didn't know that the DRD had followed her....or that it left. She also didn't notice the foot steps that sounded down the hallway or when they entered the terrace. Sun got tired of standing so she decided to lay down and stare at the stars. It was then that she finally noticed the person that had come into the terrace.

"What are you doing?" Aeryn asked looking at Sun, like she had lost her mind.

"Um, *giggle* staring at the stars." Sun answered with a smile. "Didn't you ever do that as a kid? Just lay down on the ground and stare at the stars and imagine what it was like up there?" Sun asked remembering all the times she did.

"Oh, well I guess growing up on a ship would kind of make that hard. When I was a kid one of my favorite things to do was lay down in the back yard and stare at the clouds and figure out what shape they had taken." Sun offered

"Why would you do that?" Aeryn asked squatting. Sun wasn't getting up, she was enjoying the view point she had from the floor, the stars just seemed to surround them.

"Well, I have a vivid imagination and that's how I developed it. That and pretending." Sun responded

"Retending?" Aeryn asked

*giggle* "Pretending, not retending." Sun corrected

Aeryn made a move to leave, not liking that she was being laughed at.

"Wait, I'm sorry I didn't mean to laugh at you." Sun said sitting up "It just reminded me of my niece when she was little and first learning to talk." Sun added quickly

Aeryn wandered back and sat down.

"Niece? What's that?" Aeryn asked

Sun just looked at Aeryn, not sure how to respond, "The daughter of one of my brothers. Don't you have siblings, brothers or sisters?"

Sun wanted to look at the stars somemore so she laid back down.

"You should try this. It's cool." Sun said to Aeryn

Aeryn looked at Sun then the floor, then at the door. Sun smiled knowing that Aeryn was worried that someone from the crew might see her.

"It's ok, I think they are all either in Pilot's chambers drilling the rest of the Scoobies or in the center chamber eating food cubes." Sun offered and scooted over.

Aeryn decided she would try this silly human thing for a little while.

"Some times I just close my eyes and listen." Sun offered after a little bit.

"This is silly." Aeryn said, with a small smile

"Yeah, but it's fun." Sun added

They stayed there just looking and listening for a long time.

Eloise -- Viridian!!

"OH MY GOSH!! WHERE'D SHE GO!"

Eloise at the end of the rope hunched down and dug her feet into the floor. She was definately not gonna let go!

She noticed a post nearby; a support for the roof. Quickly she wrapped the rope around the post so that she faced away from the mural. Then she braced her feet against the bottom for leverage.

"PULL, GUYS, PULL!" she shouts, then adds under her breath, "Don't worry Vi we'll save you."

Kaybe0 -- While Pilot is trying to find a way

to get the Scapers home, and Ragnar, Vi, Beebo, and Eloise are trying on their end, the crew on Moya drops their guard and relaxes around the Scapers, finally agreeing that they wish them no harm, and in fact, seem to be in awe of them. Not quite understanding how the gang seems to know so much about them, they enjoy the adoration they are getting. And even agree to show the group around. As they pass the door where Sun and Aeryn are, Kay peeks in, and seeing the too of them just laying there looking at the sky, Kay tiptoes away, not wishing to interupt. When they come to the kitchen area, they see Rhygel and Kara rummaging for food. With a mischeveous thought, Kay walks up to John, and says

"John, do you have anything to eat here, besides crackers?

I mean, Crackers Don't Matter, but, I was just wondering." The Scapers giggle, and John grins, and said "well, as a matter of fact, we kind of shot up a lot of the crackers, but, not to worry, we do have other things.

Mouse2000 -- Mouse stumbles for the nth time

over her feet as she and most of the group follow John along on the tour. "Would you watch were you're going?" an annoyed Spyral asks her. "Sorry..." she mumbles, but the enormity of this particular adventure has just hit her. Not only is she interacting with her favorite TV show characters (who are awfully real in this context) but all she has to do is look out of the terrrace, and she's IN SPACE. OUTER SPACE. AWAY FROM EARTH.

Her legs fail her again, and she sits down, hard. OUTER SPACE WITH REAL LIVE ALIENS. She was more than happy to expand her human brain with imagining that this could be possible on a friday night or during a party with friends after a couple drinks, but to actually have it happen is just a little too much for this Mouse, and she decides to just stay where she is for the moment. The group continues, awestruck themselves, but still mobile, and suddenly John stops when he notices they are missing one.

He backtracks patiently to where Mouse is sitting with a glazed look on her face, crouches down, and shakes her gently. "Believe me, I know EXACTLY what you're feeling. It'll make sense in a little bit."

Mouse stares at him, at once acknowledging that he is both incredibly kind to actually care about what she's feeling and at the same time, incredibly good looking. Much better looking than on TV. Not one to be startstruck, she is embarrassed by the response his proximity is demanding from her. She blushes, unable to control that particular Human Reaction, and John tips her head up with one finger and smiles. "A girl who blushes. I never thought I'd see that again."

Mouse manages to find her voice, and says quietly, "Do you think someone can come back for me later? I need a little time to work some things out."

"Not a problem. I'm sure we'll be back this way in a little while." he says, then resumes the tour with the Scapers.

Mouse sits up against Moya's inner wall and feels the wall move. "Too much..." she replies shaking her head and trying to absorb all this at once.

SunAeryn -- While all are wandering,

Sun and Aeryn are still lying on the floor of the terrace looking at the stars, when suddenly a bright light and a dark figure appear above the terrace.

"Am I seeing things?" Aeryn asks sitting up.

"Well if you are, then so am I. I wonder what it is?" Sun added.

They were both sitting up by now. Trying to figure out what it was.

"That almost looks like a rope the figure is hanging from." Sun commented, trying to move closer to the figure.

"Pilot, are you getting any strange readings near the terrace?" Aeryn questioned Pilot.

"Yes, Officer Sun, I am. It seems to be a life form of some kind." Pilot responded.

Sun noticed the pink of the clothing

"Na....it couldn't be...could it? But how?" Sun wondered out loud. She was pacing around staring at the figure just dangling in the sky.

"Oh, my goodness, IT IS! Viridian!" Sun gasped in wonder. "How the heck did she do that?"

Viridian -- Viridian figured she had seconds to live

Before she suffocated and the vacuum of space caused her body to burst like an overripe tomato.

Fortunately she was prepared. Frantically, she reached up into the back collar of her smock and pulled a small orange cord with a orange ring attached. Instantly, a bright yellow aura covered all of her and she heard the hiss of oxygen being pumped from the canister that hung from her back on the inside of her smock. Listen kids, it's all fine and well to be fashionably decked out in hot pink for just about any occasion, but if you have to work around harzardous materials that are being sprayed, well then the smart artist doesn't leave home without "Dr. Milligan's All Purpose Force Field For Extremely Dangerous Situations".

Granted, Viridian NEVER imagined she be pulling the ripcord in outer space! Taking a deep breath, she saw for the first time that she was practically on top of a space ship; she could see two figures waving at her below. Something about the ship seemed familar, but in the sheer astonishment of the moment she couldn't place it. She looked back at where the door had been. Although she was still attached to the rope, she couldn't feel anyone pulling and the door had disappeared. The ship was her only hope.

In the midst of the creative moment, artists can get toasty; Viridian was no exception. She reached in to a pocket and pull out her trusty portable fan. In the nothingness of space, with no air to cause resistance, even a battery operated fan can propell one artist quite nicely. She cut the rope with her mini mat knife, turned the fan on, pointed herself toward the ship and hoped she could find the door really, REALLY soon.

(A note, kids-- the bit about popping like an overripe tomato is something I remember reading in an SF story when I was little.)

RagnarRB -- Rats!!!!....lost another one

Ragnar, Beebo, and Eloise were caught by suprise by the sudden slackness in the rope. The squirrls barely had time to clear the zone before the three, suddenly without resistance tumbled into a heap

The severed end of the rope lay upon the floor...

This is never good in any cartoon I ever saw.

Eloise -- Oh my Goodness, Oh my Goodness

"VI!!" Eloise shouts.

"Now what are we gonna' do?!" Eloise is strating to lose her confidence. "Our poor, dear Scapers are stuck in a 2D world! They won't be here to see the new eps and they'll miss out on all the parties!"

Ragnar and Beebo grab ahold of Eloise and shake her. "Stop that!" says Beebo. "The Scapers are fine. I'm sure they're having a great time!"

"Yeah" adds Ragnar. "They know how to take care of themselves, after all they ARE Scapers!"

"I guess you're right." says Eloise starting to calm down. "So how are we gonna get them out?"

"Well I guess we'll have to go with plan B." says Beebo. "Rag, what's plan B?"

"What, don't you know?" asks Rag.

"No, I thought YOU did!" replies Beebo. "Great, no plan B."

Just then Eloise notices the squirrels acting funny. She glances over to the mural. "Guys, what EXACTLY did Vi paint?" she asks.

"Some grass, some trees. Not much." says Beebo. "Why?"

"Because it's doing something really weird." Eloise has not taken her eyes off the painted pictures.

As Beebo and Ragnar turn, their eyes widen and their jaws drop. The colors on the wall were swirling and reforming into something new.

"Didn't Vi already seal that with polyurathane?" asks Beebo.

"Guess she missed a spot." says Ragnar not moving.

Raven-Kat -- Reliving old times with Pilot

after the others have gone off on their tour, Rae finds herself really enjoying herself. Conversations with Pilot, of course, consist mostly of comfortable silences, and this one is no exception.

"So..." Pilot begins slowly after soem time. "When do you plan on telling them that you used to be a Peace-Keeper?"

Rae cringes, nearly falling off Pilot's console in the process. "Well, now. I'm really not sure they need to KNOW that."

"I see." Pilot says, then falls silent again.

"No. I tend to agree with your assessment of the situation."

Rae nods. More silence. "So, I hear you're naturally bonded now?"

"Good." Rae nods. More silence. "Do you think I could get in touch with my old C.O.? I missed him."

"Not advisable. The crew has reason to hate Crais."

"So I'm given to understand." Rae shrugs. "Just as well, I suppose, since Aeryn isn't the only one on the ship who's technically AWOL."

Pilot nods. More silence. Then: "It is... wonderful to have you back with us, Rae. Moya agrees." Pilot accompanies this gesture with an almost-hug.

"Well, it's wonderful to BE back." Rae mutters, hugggin him back. "It's like coming home..."

(***Sorry, guys. Just indulging my creativity a little. Besides, everybody else has a back-story. It's about time I did. PS, it's good to be back :)***)

Spyral -- As the tour continues

Spyral, admires the trim fit of Aeryns PK suit...er!....that is the wonderful intellect she possesses in explaining the more technical aspects of Moyas propulsion units.

"And just how much thrust is she capable of?" the angel asks sweetly, almost nose to nose with the Sebacion beauty.

"Well...um...that is.." Aeryn stumbles, trying to politely step back from the fawning angel and give herself enough room to at least draw a breath.

Suddenly there is a sharp jolt and accompanying crash that sends the group sprawling to the floor and into the walls of Moyas pasageway.

"WHAT THE FRELL?!?" Aeryn shouts.

Yet another blast rocked Moyas corridors.

"PILOT! WHAT THE HELL'S GOIN' ON?!" Chricton shouts.

"It appears we are under attack from......"

"...a group of small craft. They are not responding to attempts at communication. They are continuing....."

"........to fire!" Pilot finished as Moya rocked yet again.

"WE'RE COMING BACK" Aeryn shouted in answer to Pilot as the group bolted to Pilots chambers.

Raven-Kat -- “Ooof”

Rae cries as the impact from the first blast throws her off of the console and onto the floor (or, more accurately, the level below the floor). "Owwie." she adds as an after-thought. She grabs a passing DRD and demands a shot for the pain she's in before clambering to her feet again.

Instincitvely, she comes close to kicking the DRD as it shoots her in the ankel. Instead, she hauls herself up the ladder and clambers backk towards the console. "Pilot?" she demands. "Status!"

"The defense shield can-not hold for much longer." Pilot announces.

"Drenn!" Rae shouts. "Frelling drenn!" She then lets loose with a string of Sebacian explatives that the translator microbes don't even TRY to process.

"Please remain calm." Zhann suggests, breezing into the chamber.

Rae glares at her before regaining her composure and muttering a quick apology. "Right. Uh, sorry. Do we have weapons?"

"Several pulse-rifles and small arms." Zhann informs her.

"I need FRAG CANNONS!" Rae groans. "What I wouldn't give for a sonic ascendancy-"

"Rae!" The others come striding into the chamber. "We're under attack."

Rae stares at Spyral through her black eye and frowns. "Really? You SURE about that?"

Aeryn smirks at the expression on the angel's face. "You have tactical training?"

"But of course, my dear Officer Sun." Rae smiles. "Now all we need is weaponry."

"Leviathins have no weaponry." D'Argo pointed out, frowning.

"I'm sorry. Is today national 'state the obvious day' or something?" Rae snaps. "Crikey!" Sighing, "We need weapons."

"Obviously." Chianna interjects with a smirk.

"Pilot, get me Talyn." Rae says firmly.

KaraS -- In the central chamber

Rygel and KaraS were just finishing their snack when there was a loud BOOM and a sharp jolt that sent them both crashing to the floor.

"PILOT!" Rygel howled. "WHAT is going ON!"

"We seem to be under attack." Pilot's voice announced.

"Really??? We never would have guessed!" Rygel said.

"Um, who's attacking us?" KaraS asked.

"Unknown." Pilot said. "Report to Command."

Kara followed Rygel down Moya's heaving corridors. When they reached Command, they found they were alone.

"Where IS everybody?" Rygel demanded.

"They have all showed up at my den for some reason." Pilot said. "We need emergency manuvering NOW. You will have to do it."

"Me??" Rygel said. "I can't manuver the ship. The controls are too large."

"Then that alien will have to do it." Pilot said, looking at KaraS from his holographic transmitter.

"Yes, you!" Rygel said.

"Just take it easy. I'll talk you through it." Pilot said. "Officer Sun is on her way down. But untill she arrives, it's up to you."

"Ok." Kara said, grabbing the controls. "I'll give it a try."

Small, manuverable fighter ships were landing on Moya's hull. The ships, biological entities not unlike Moya herself, grabbed on with their claws and started looking for an enterance. When they found an enterance, their pilots began to board...

Mouse2000 -- Viridian headed for Moya’s hangar bay

and was relieved to see a small opening for her to pilot her way through. Just as she went through, the opening disappeared. She landed in Moya's hanger bay, and was imediately surrounded by DRD's. "Where is everyone?" she wondered aloud. The DRD's all lined up and headed towards the main deck. Viridian quickly followed.

Eloise -- It looks like flies?

Beebo Ragnar and Eloise watch as tiny ships form out of the swirling paint and begin attacking Moya.

"Do ya suppose that's where the Scapers are?" ask Rag.

"I guess so," replies Beebo. "The mural only seems to be active in particular spots. Like where the Scapers might be."

"So what should we do?" asks Eloise. "Break out the fly swatters?" Ragnar laughs and Eloise gives him a high five.

"They DO look like flies." says Ragnar. "I think one of them really IS a fly."

"Its kind of like watching an episode of Farscape." adds Eloise. "Only this time the Scapers get to be in on the action! I wish I could see their faces."

Beebo and Ragnar have looks on their faces like they wish they were there.

"I wish I could be there on Moya." says Beebo.

All three gaze up at the tiny ships buzzing around on the wall. Each imagines what it must be like to really be there with Pilot and Aeryn and John. *Sigh*

Raven-Kat -- “Pilot, get me Talyn!”

Rae climbs once more onto the console and stares him in the eyes. Such lovely BROWN eyes... Shaking herself back to attention, she whispers: "Don't TRY just get them. Crais WILL help us..."

"Are you out of your frelling mind?" Crichton demands, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her off the console.

Rae casually breaks free of his grip and twists his arm behind his back. "Language, language, soldier..." she whispers in his ear before letting him go. "Pilot, here is my message for Crais: 'Bialar Crais, formerly of the Peacekeepers, this is Colonel Rivon Katlyn, Peacekeeper special ops, Alpha Command...'" As Rae pauses to consider the rest of the message, the others stare at her in awe.

"You're a peacekeeper?" Mouse asks quietly.

Rae shrugs. "Just try to remember, I was off in a meadow picking flowers when all the really nasty drenn went down."

"How long has there been a PK presence on Earth?" Spyral asks.

"The rest of your message, Colonel." Pilot asks.

"Right. 'Bialar-' Crap, I never thought I'd have to say THIS again. 'Bialar Crais, I need your help. And this time I'm willing to pay for it.' Send it, Pilot. Add my ID code and a voice-print confirmation."

"No!" Chaina shrieked. "She'll turn us in!"

"To Crais?" Rae laughed in the Nebari's face. "Although you may have difficulty understanding this, my dear, I have neither the will nor the incentive to turn ANY of you in to your respective pursuers."

"I don't believe you."

"Okay, let me translate it back in Sebacian for you. It does not BENEFIT me to turn you in right now."

"He won't answer." Aeryn said.

"He will." Rae countered. "Believe you me. He WILL answer. Now aren't you needed in Command?"

As Aeryn took off for command, Pilot announced quietly: "I have Crais..."

Viridian -- Viridian paused to straighten herself

while the DRDs whirled around her feet. "Hang on," she told the busy little critters, "It's not everyday I get tossed into outer space." She combed her hair (if not 'bed head', perhaps the way her hair looked could be called 'space head'). She smoothed out her smock, pulled up her socks, and fished through her many pockets to see what useful things might be there. To her delight, she found one of those protein energy bars and her 35mm camera, loaded with film. Happily, she bit into the bar. One shouldn't have to cope with alien spacehsips on an empty stomach. "Okay kids," she said to the DRDs, "Take me to your leader."

(Oh GOLLY! I ALWAYS wanted to say that line!!!!)

Raven-Kat -- “Well, well.....”

Crais's voice says over Moya's speakers. "What an interesting reversal."

Rae groans. "Man should have been a literary critic. Reversals and symetry and vengance, oh my."

"You were meant to." Rae says. "Of course, I derive no end of pleasure from the fact that you don't have clue one what I was talking about."

"You have always been a strange creature, Colonel."

"Thanks." Rae smiles. "Pilot, can I have visual?"

"Of course." A hologram of Crais appears in the center of the chamber.

"Ah, there he is!" Rae smiles and appraoches the hologram. "Okay, here's the deal, Bailar. In case you haven't noticed, we're under attack."

"Yes, I noticed. It is of little concern to me."

"What about Talyn? How does he feel about the fact that dear old mum is in trouble? Talyn?"

"Talyn!" Aeryn adds. "We need your help. We're in trouble."

"Keep talking, Aeryn." Rae says. As Aeryn cajoles Talyn, Rae continues with Crais. "I can pay." she repeats.

"I doubt it. My prices have gone up, I'm afraid. Inflation, you know."

"Right..." Rae smiles. "Look, let's... talk. Face to face. Been a long time."

"I have the worm-hole technology."

"You can't give it to the PeaceKeppers!" John shouts.

"Watch me. The tech dies with me, Bialar. Pilot, close channel."

"Are you insane?" John shouts.

"Nope. Not at all." Rae grins. "Been away so long you've forgotten how to bluff?"

"Bluff?" John gapes at her.

"You don't think I actually know enough math to even begin to understand how those things work? Let alone CREATE one? Dude! I'm a psychiatric tech. overt ops. I don't DO physics! I do head-games."