in the maintenance bay, wenona drawn at arm's length. Beads of sweat
raced down his forehead, his heart pounding, and his eyes constancy
scanning the room.
He hated the sense of vulnerability, not knowing when it would attack
next, but it was in that room, that he knew for sure.
Like a leaf in a gust of wind John quickly spun around pointing
his trusty pulse pistol around the room, all he needed was a sign.
It was only for a second but suddenly John saw the calm shell on
the wall slightly move, something had nudged it, and there was his
chance. Without hesitating he unleashed shot after shot of red pulse
blasts from his pistol. As he fired, Crichton expected to be pounced
upon by his enemy: the Screeth. He showed no mercy as he knew how
agile and dangerous Screeths where after the attack of one upon
his family back on Earth.
Soon Crichton heard the sound that made him shiver, Wenona bleeped
indicating that she was out of ammo. Now Crichton actually had sight
of the wall, covered in green blood.
The door but the maintenance bay opened, without any indication
someone had opened it, Crichton tapped his communicator "Guys,
I got it, it aint dead, but," he paused to catch his breath
"it's on tear 7...Probably."
"Crichton!" Sikozu answered "Get to Pilot's den now!"
"Sputnik! Did you hear? Tear 7!"
"This is urgent!"
Crichton started to run across the hallways constantly looking behind
his back, the trip seemed to last forever but at last he reached
the door. His eyes widened as it slowly opened.
Pilot didn't move, his eyes closed, covered in his own blood...
"Screeth Alpha, report."
Graza stood in her room aboard the command carrier, next to hear
stood Captain Bracca motionless. On Bracca's forehead sat a small
green organic looking object that allowed the commandant to communicate
to her team.
"Sir, I hear you" Bracca hissed as he spoke, it was combinations
of his voice and a snake-like hiss.
"Report." Graza ordered with a slight hint of agitation
in her voice.
"One of the team: Screeth Beta was shot many times by Crichton,
she isn't dead but recovering at the bottom of the leviathan."
"What about yourself and Gamma?"
"Gamma has managed to disable the ship's Pilot, and I have
been tracking officer Sun without any success, she might not be
on the ship."
Graza rolled her eyes "You must do better I want everyone dead
but Crichton! But good work disabling the Pilot, now Moya will be
confused and unable to operate... I will give you half an arn before
I contact you again."
"What happened!?!" Crichton yelled
Sikozu lay on the floor holding her head "It was fast Pilot
said he lost contact his two D.R.Ds that where outside the door,
the next thing I knew it opened and I must had been knocked out."
She pulled her hand back to reveal blood on her head.
John sat by Pilot, he put his arm on Pilot's back to check his pulse
"He's still alive but we're screwed! There must be at least
two Screeths on board!"
Sizoku sat up "I don't know how they got aboard it makes no
sense. It isn't logical!" Sikozu stammered.
"Well, they might have been brought aboard when that trader
ship passed by..."
"But how Crichton?"
"I don't know," Crichton paused to think, "Do you
guys have transporters?"
The door to the maintenance bay opened, Crichton instinctively drew
Scorpius slowly walked through the door; in his hand he held a pulse
pistol "Do not fear John it's simply me."
John slid his Pistol into his holster "Any luck with the coms?"
Scorpius sighed "The console has been destroyed."
Sikozu stood up, still holding her head "So there's no way
to contact the commerce planet?"
"Nope. Aeryn, Noranti, Chiana, D'argo and sparkey can't be
reached." Crichton stated trying to calm his voice.
"Ah, my head is starting to heal." Sikozu smiled.
"Might I suggest we make our way to the weapons locker?"
Scorpius asked with an almost patronising voice.
"Good plan actually scorp."
Bracca lay on the floor, shaking wildly. As she watched Graza wondered
whether this might be actually hurting him, or whether he was getting
suspicious that she was telling them they had expressed love, and
he didn't remember a thing.
It was all for the greater good.
Bracca stopped shaking and his eyes opened "Sir?" once
again the hiss was present in his voice.
"I'm here, Alpha." She replied.
"Sir, news has reached me that only Crichton , Sikozu and a
hybrid between Scarren and Sebacean are on board"
"Scorpius! I want Crichton and the hybrid alive, kill the girl,
then wait for the others and kill them all."
"We have kept in cloak, but the hybrid knows its us and so
he told the rest, and as you requested I have destroyed their communications."
"I want this channel constantly open now alpha. I want instant
For a while Bracca/Screeth fell silent, Graza patiently waited until
eventually she spoke "Screeth?"
"Sorry for the delay commandant, Gamma was reporting to me,
he is near the weapons locker, the three are inside. He's about
"Here..." John passed Scorpius a loaded Pulse Rifle.
"Loaded this time?" Scorpius smiled.
"We need to work as a team, so for now I can trust you."
Outside the door, cloaked stood the Gamma Screeth, poised for a
pounce it was waiting for the right time to strike at Sikozu who
stood mere feet away from it.
Crichton picked up a pulse rifle lying on the floor, keeping on
eye on the doorway, suddenly the Screeth pounced on Sikozu piecing
her body with its nails. As it landed on her it de-cloaked.
"Sikozu!" Scorpius dropped the pulse rifle and drew a
Peacekeeper combat knife from his belt, like a cat he pounced for
his ally's attacker.
"The hybrid!" Bracca screamed with pain.
"What is it?" Graza shouted.
"Gamma Screeth is being attacked by the hybrid!"
"Assist him! This mission must not fail!
Crichton couldn't get a good hit of the Screeth without hitting
Sikozu or Scorpius, Scorpius had been brawling with the Screeth
and seemed to be doing o.k., it was his superior Scarren strength
that's gave him a chance.
Scorpius raised his arm with the Knife grasped I his hand, and struck
the Screeth, and again and again and again until it lied motionless
on the floor.
"Sikozu are you all right?" Scorpius's voice was surprisingly
"Yes" She paused to catch her breath, "Yes, I'm fine
thanks to you..."
Sikozu stood up and walked to Scorpius, he head moved closer and
closer until she started to kiss the hybrid.
"Whoh!" Crichton yelled turning away "That's NOT
right, ah man I could see his tongue!"
"I have lost contact of Beta but I am closing in along with
beta, she isn't completely healed but I need the assistance..."
"Do not fail Screeth!" Graza ordered.
"We approach them soon." Bracca/Screeth smiled.
"Thank god you've stopped that!" Crichton laughed.
"Well as enjoyable as it was John, we have more pressing matters
to attend to. The other Screeth or more."
The three walked out the door all holding pulse rifles accompanying
them was Crichton's D.R.D 1812, 1812 emitted a green beam that would
detect any clocked object.
"Hey Sputnik, this beam thingy was a good idea." Crichton
"Well Crichton, all my ideas are good ones." She answered.
Crichton rolled his eyes; all of a sudden the green beam that was
emitting from 1812 flickered.
"There!" Crichton yelled without indecision.
The three-opened fire with the help of 1812 upon the direction of
the disturbance in the beam, they showed no mercy for they knew
they would receive none.
Worried expressions appeared over their faces.
"Will this kill it!?!" John yelled over the sounds of
He received no answer, Scorpius growled with his Scarren voice as
their enemy showed themselves, the Screeth continued to be bombarded
by the pulse blasts then it's blood splattered across the hallway
as it fell to the floor.
"Can I get a: HELL YEAH!?!" Crichton yelled with a big
"Contact lost with beta, she is dead, I am round the corner
from the three, and they have a D.R.D assisting them and they are
heavily armed." Bracca/Screeth reported.
"Obviously if you attack you will die, go and finish off the
Pilot, then hide in the Starburst chamber where they can't detect
you. Then rest there until you feel you are ready to attack again.
When they are alone" Graza smiled.
The door Pilot's chamber opened, none of the D.R.Ds where operational,
Pilot sat with his eyes closed stiff covered in his own blood, and
the Screeth de-cloaked and crawled in silence toward Pilot. It soon
stood up as it's green scaly face was right next to Pilot's.
Suddenly Pilot's eyes opened, he saw the Screeth.
"Commander!" He yelled through the communicator.
"Pilot!" John replied.
Before the Screeth could raise it's arm Pilot grabbed it by the
neck with one of his colossal arms.
Bracca/Screeth screamed with pain. "The.....PILOT!"
"What is the problem!?!" Graza yelled.
Brcca/Screeth continued to Scream.
The Screeth's eyes widened, it couldn't gasp a single fragment of
air. Pilot raised it higher and snapped its neck with a simple turn
of his claw, he then dropped the carcass down the pit next to him
Bracca lay on the floor, unconscious Graza removed the scaly green
object from his head, and slid it in her pocket.
"Medical team to my room, the captain has fainted." She
said through the coms, her face showed anger once again her attempts
to capture Crichton went without success.
She would catch them one day, she knew they couldn't run forever...
"What happened? Are you o.k.?" Crichton questioned as
he, Scorpius and Sikozu ran into Pilot's den.
"Thank-you for the concern commander, I am fine." Pilot
"But Pilot, you're covered in your own blood!" Crichton
Sikozu smiled "It is obvious that Moya has been feeding Pilot
nutrients to help him heal."
"Yes" Pilot smiled "Moya was very worried and helped
me heal, it took some time but as I woke I saw one of those aliens
in front of me. I enjoyed actually taking a hands on experience
into taking the problem into my own claws."
Crichton was amazed "You killed it?"
"Indeed, and I have found out how they got here, on tear 15
you will find a large pod attached to our hull, it was fired at
us by a passing trader ship. There where three life forms on-board
Scorpius interrupted "That would have been an under cover special
operations peacekeeper vessel, it seems their mission was to send
over three Screeths so capture or kill us. Mainly to capture Crichton."
"We are so going to' have a story to tell the guys when they
come back!" Crichton laughed as he sat down...
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