Crichton took a hesitant step towards the Farscape One
module, careful to keep his footing steady as the Command Carrier
disintegrated around him. Once, that module had been his pride and
ticket to stardom in the scientific community, but all that had
the test flight. Before that damned wormhole had stranded him here
Now, he was unable to look at Farscape One without a mixture of
hatred. Love, because he was proud of it. He and DK had created
a ship that
not even the Peacekeepers or Scarrans, who were hundreds of years
Earth in terms of technology, could create on their own. A ship
open wormholes and survive the journey through. If John ever found
home, he would probably be given the Nobel prize. Funny how these
turn out, how time changes your priorities. Three years ago, John
would have cared about the Nobel prize; would have wanted to see
on his mantle; would even have enjoyed the attention, but not now.
after everything he had been through. Now, he understood something
mind hadn't understood back then.
It isn't just science.
The words he had spoken to Cokura moments ago in the ruined lab
rushing back to him. It is not just science. It is never just science.
a weapon, and it kills people. And I will not let the Peacekeepers
That was why he hated the module. For three years, it had caused
but death. Poor Talvoh Crais, who had collided with John mere seconds
the wormhole had deposited him in the Uncharted Territories, was
to die. Next was Gelina, the Peacekeeper tech who had fallen in
John, murdered by Scorpius for the wormhole technology he held.
Sun, the love of his life, killed by the neural chip Scorpius had
in his head when it had taken over John's body. Gentle Zhaan, the
priestess, sacrificed so that Aeryn could live. His twin, the other
Crichton, sacrificed himself to keep the Scarrans from obtaining
wormhole technology. Now Bialar Crais and Talyn, sacrificed to destroy
Peacekeeper Command carrier. So much death in three short years.
John understood Stark, the Banik holy man who held felt the death
fifteen thousand of his people, better than he wanted to.
Flames shot up around him, and the floor was cracked, separating
bay in two. It was an incredible and sobering sight. He had caused
destruction. How many more deaths were on his conscience today?
Strangely, he heard through the sound of explosions the soft sound
footfall. He turned in place, already knowing who he would find.
universe had a sick sense of humour, and this only proved it.
The Scarran half-breed stood on the other side of the crevice, silhouetted
by the flames, his black armour glinting like molten metal, and
deepened the hollows of his face. John expected to feel something
sight of this monster who had put him through so much. Who had cost
much. Anger. Hatred. Satisfaction at his vengeance. Anything but
actually felt. Sorrow, and exhaustion. Two years ago, he would have
snappy remark, a sarcastic comeback at this turn of events, but
"Looks like our partnership is over."
"John Crichton." His name sounded like a curse, spat between
teeth. "Commander John Crichton. Generations will remember
Because of you, very soon, the Scarrans will destroy us."
It was true. Had John now doomed an entire race to destruction?
It's a weapon...
"One evil at a time. That's the best I can do." He would
have to deal with
the Scarrans sooner or later, just not today. Maybe not even tomorrow.
someday they would come, and he would have to make a choice. Compromise
principles, or let the universe burn. No other choices, not as he
now. All he wanted was to go home. Why wouldn't the universe let
Home... He had to keep Earth safe. Scorpius knew where Earth was,
had just destroyed Scorpius' dreams. "Tell me, Ghandi. You
"To what purpose?" Scorpius spat. John saw something in
Scorpius was furious, but not at John. It seemed almost like he
at... himself. "Vengeance against you? The only vengeance I
cared about is
now beyond my grasp!" That was it. Scorpius thought he should
this coming. He was a man who prided himself on planning ahead,
had defeated him. He had underestimated John, and that had cost
everything. Suddenly, Scorpius seemed to shrink, accepting this
fate, and he began to toy with the I-Yensch bracelet that linked
John. "While holding two lights, depress three-one-seven. Then
Scorpius was setting John free. Severing the connection between
Letting John live his own life, free of this man who had hunted
him for two
years. "Hold two. Press nine-one-one. Then release."
Scorpius removed his bracelet as John removed his. The ties that
together were severed. John held the I-Yensch bracelet in his hand
burning crevice, trying to crush it.
"We were close."
With those words, John threw the bracelet into the flames and watched
Scorpius did the same. He felt a weight lift from his shoulders
watched them burn. A massive groan sounded through the launch bay
carrier collapsed even further.
"If we're gonna get off this boat, now would be a good time."
from Scorpius and headed toward that hated module.
"I may not be getting off this ship, John." The words
were said to his
back, whispered and barely audible over the flames. John paused,
toward his nemesis. The half-breed seemed as exhausted as John himself
felt. "Goodbye Crichton."
Scorpius turned and walked into the flames. Lucifer walking straight
hell. At that moment, John felt for the man. Pity, and understanding.
"Scorpius!" The shouted name held an undertone to it which
million emotions, thoughts and concepts. Scorpius paused for a moment,
acknowledging John's call, and then vanished into the fire.
John sagged against the ladder into Farscape One. Scorpius was gone,
felt strange. It was like being in pain your entire life, and then,
suddenly, the pain disappeared. Oddly enough, though, part of him
the pain back. If Scorpius died here, it would be more blood on
"Crichton!" Aeryn's voice over his comm snapped him back
to reality. There
was still the danger of the collapsing ship, but it wasn't as if
survived worse. Survival. That was what it always seemed to boil
"The others are on D'argo's ship. I've taken a Prowler and
"On my way." He hoisted himself up and froze at the top
of the ladder. He
didn't want to kill anyone. He was just a scientist, not a warrior.
people keep dying around him? "Aeryn..."
And then he spoke the words as much to his enemy as to the woman
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