my first fic, Crichton's Dreams, I thought I'd give another one
a shot, this one more serious than the first.
Up to the end of Season Three, I think it's called A Dog With
Two Bones. I'm going off of spoilers I've read up to now so I'm
giving you all fair warning now: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE FINAL
4 EPISODES OF SEASON 3. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED
THEN DON'T READ THIS FIC.
That out of
the way, I don't own any of the Farscape characters that are portrayed
or mentioned in this fic. All are property of the Henson Company
and I'm just borrowing them for this fic.
go with about PG-13
I ever do to deserve this?" Crichton slurred under his breath
as he sat alone in a crowded bar.
he was surrounded by many different beings, he felt completely
alone. It had been a weeken since the Farscape 1 module had crashed
on the commerce planet and there was no way to get off easily.
Moya had been sucked through a wormhole, leaving Crichton alone
on this planet and Aeryn...
"I don't want
to think about that. How could it have all turned out like this?"
have to come to the realization that you can't just sit here and
drink yourself into stupor and expect all your problems to just
over and sees Harvey sitting on the stool next to him.
go away. I don't need to talk to anyone right now, especially
not you. I'm just having a little drink to calm my nerves."
it's not that simple John, you have a problem and if you have
a problem that means I have a problem."
"My only problem
is you Harv now beat it."
You have been sitting here for the better part of two solar days
when you should be trying to get us out of here."
that easy, Moya's gone and with no Moya, that means no currency.
It's not easy to get cash when everyone thinks you're a Peacekeeper.
I'm just lucky that nobody has tried to jack me yet. Now let me
drink in peace."
want to wallow in self-pity, go right ahead. I'm not sure why
I'm doing this, but I'd look in front of you if I were you."
away from the neuro-clone and looks in front of him. Before him,
the barkeeper stood staring a hole through the middle of Crichton's
head. If Crichton wasn't as drunk as he was, he might have been
more concerned about the being's rather cold stare. Standing a
good two feet taller than Crichton and with tentacles growing
out of the back of his head touching the ground and his scaly
complexion, he looked like a cross between a Luxan and Scarran.
(For all Crichton knew, he could have been. Crichton wasn't up
to date on the genetic compatibility of the two races.) One glance
at the two and anyone could have concluded that the keeper was
obviously hired to make people pay up on their tabs and it looked
like Crichton was next.
wassup?" Crichton said as he finished off his latest drink.
for you to pay for all the Ras'lak you have consumed." The barkeeper
replied in a deep, raspy voice.
your name again?"
"I am called
see the thing is Kenny, I'm kind of light on cash at the time.
If you could just send me a bill later, I'll be on my way."
to stand up, but as he did, Ken'nold thrust forward one of his
powerful arms and grabbed Crichton by the shirt and pulled him
me Sebacean scum, you will pay your bill now with currency or
I shall collect in your blood." Ken'nold hissed.
cool down ok!" Crichton quickly said as he tried to think of a
way out of this. "I was joking, let go of me and I'll fork over
the cash. Believe me, I don't want to kill you Kenny."
his grip and Crichton slid carefully back to his seat. He glanced
around the room, hoping for a distraction of some kind so he could
get away. Ken'nold began to drum his fingers across the table,
waiting for his payment. Suddenly, Crichton's prayers were answered
as a fight broke out in one of the corners between two other customers.
Ken'nold turned to see what was happening and Crichton made a
mad dash for the door. He managed to get out as Ken'nold turned
back. He began pursuit of Crichton; Crichton tripped on something
and fell to the street. He hurried to get to his feet, but felt
Ken'nold's foot force him back down on his stomach. As he braced
for some kind of impact, he felt the pressure on his back let
up. He looked up and saw the massive being back off and return
to the bar. He looked in the other direction and saw only a one
person anywhere near him. Crichton got to his feet and got a better
look at the other being. Although he wasn't nearly as big as the
keeper from the bar, he still stood head and shoulders over Crichton.
He was covered from the neck down in a black cloak; only a pulse
pistol attached to his belt was visible under it.
you the one that chased off Kenny there?" Crichton asked as he
dusted himself off.
The man just
stood there motionless. Crichton got a better look at his savior'
now and he wasn't sure if he should be relieved yet. The mysterious
being looked very much like a Sebacean, but somehow, Crichton
had a feeling that he wasn't. The man had black hair tied back
in a braid that came down over his shoulder and disappeared as
it came down in front of the cloak. He looked Crichton up and
down with unblinking eyes blue that almost seemed to glow. After
a moment, he grunted with a kind of nod.
"I take that
as a yes," replied Crichton. "Name's John Crichton, maybe you've
heard of me."
"You are John
Crichton?" the man asked in a low voice.
"I had envisioned
you to be stronger. You're not worth the time."
The man turned
around and walked away down an alley. Crichton was just as confused
as he was a few seconds earlier. He turned to walk away when he
noticed that the street had emptied out.
must have missed something." Crichton said as he began to walk
down the street. Before he could get very far, someone grabbed
his arm and pulled him into an alley. He stood facing an orangish
female alien with a frightened look on her face.
"Is he gone?"
she frantically asked.
"What do you
mean who? The Hunter that was just out there."
there. The big guy that was out there, yeah he's gone. Now, what's
"Good, I guess
that he didn't have a quarry then. I'm not sure how you could
be here and not know about the Hunters of the Schaa? They're freelancers
hired by whatever organization or person can afford them. They
kill, steal, or do anything else asked of them for the right price.
They're renounced for their killing ability, especially that one."
you are telling the truth about these Schaa things, I guess that
he was just scared off by John Crichton of the Uncharted Territories."
Maybe one of the other ones, but definitely not Sargas there.
He backs down from nothing and is even feared by the other Hunters.
He usually hangs around here until someone scrapes up the currency
to buy him off. Lately, I've heard he's looking for challenging
opponents and if you are John Crichton, I guess he thought you'd
be a challenge."
"Yeah, I guess
out of the alley as people returned to the street. As night began
to fall, he fell backwards against a wall. He began to think about
the events of the day. As he did Harvey appeared next to him.
on the right track. Figure out a way off this planet now before
we get into any more trouble. Especially with that Sargas person
potentially looking to kill you."
"Harv, I told
you, there is no way off this planet. We've got no money and I
doubt that we can find anyone to lend us some out of goodwill.
Besides, nobody is trying to kill me, if that Sargas guy wanted
to kill me, he would have. By now, he might even be gone, remember
what that orange chick said, those Schaa guys get paid to do jobs."
"Yes, I remember.
The Schaa are relatively well known by the Peacekeepers. They
were often brought in as...shall we say third party contractors
to do jobs that Peacekeepers wanted to avoid becoming tied to.
Assuming that Sargas wasn't hired to kill you, he might be able
to help you."
might if I had money but..."
have been known to accept payment after a job is completed. Perhaps
you can deal with him, if you can find him. I suggest that you
return to the bar you encountered him at and see if you can find
Crichton said as he got to his feet. "But if Kenny's still there,
I'm taking off."
as best he could the dark streets. After about an arn of searching,
Crichton stumbled upon the bar. He looked around and noticed that
the room seemed oddly tense. Crichton scanned the room and saw
that in a back corner, Sargas was drinking some type of black
liquid. Crichton walked across the room and took a seat in front
up and stares ahead with the same glowing blue eyes before looking
back at his drink.
"Hmm, I guess
that you have some of the rumored courage after all. Either that
or you are very naļve on who I am. What do you want?"
"I want to
hire you for a job."
up once again.
to hire me? What kind of job?"
"I want you
to find a Leviathan called Moya and get me to her."
and transportation? Tracking, perhaps I'll do that but I am not
a shipper, you will find your own way to it when I find it. Answer
me something first, what species are you?"
a little surprised at the question and shoots back his own question,
"How do you know I'm not a Sebacean?"
Schaa, I am well trained in ancient techniques of my race, techniques
which include the ability to track using the energy fields that
surround all beings. Yours isn't like a Sebacean's, it's similar,
but different. Now what are you?"
I'm a Human we're like..."
"I don't care
about the details, I just wanted to know. Now why do you want
to find this Leviathan?"
all the questions man? I told you the job, what will it cost?"
"I'm am assessing
the value of this mission and what the price will be. If you choose
not to answer my questions, then you can look elsewhere for assistance."
friends are on that ship and I want to get back to it."
data to determine a price. No conflicts during the tracking and
transport, 10 million Branthar. With conflict, 20 million."
There is no way that I..." before Crichton can finish, he realizes
that he doesn't have much of a choice. "...Can pass up such a great
off his drink and slams it down on the table.
You think it's a bit steep. Well, I suppose that for a little
assistance on another job, I can knock it down to 5 million."
OK, that's a deal. What's the job?"
already accepted. I will describe the job tomorrow at dawn, meet
me at the transport docks at Bay 17. I will be there and we will
begin the mission. If you decide to aid me, then it will be 5
million Branthar, if you choose not to aid me, then you will have
to find someone else to aid you. No more negotiations."
up slowly and leaves the bar while thinking: 'What the frell have
I gotten myself into?'