Sun, shooting star (Unwanted Sun Part 2)
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and the Sci-Fi Channel own Farscape. They own all rights to characters
mentioned within this story. I made some or most up, but if they
want to have them too, who am I to complain.
I stood on the
Deck of the Command Carrier, noticing I was the only one in the
Black uniform of the Commandos. Everyone was looking at me, wondering
who I was, and why I would stand there waiting like the rest of
the replacements. It was something that I would learn soon enough,
that if you are to report on a certain solar day, show-up on that
day and not before. The problem was, I was given leave to spend
at home, but I did not have one to go to. I was now alone with
a new name, a new career and a new life to lead.
A simple phrase,
which would follow me for the rest of my life. Captain Tovo Stalltan
walked into the hangar bay wearing his Command-Red uniform, and
being flanked by a hardfaced female officer. He was tall, lean and
showing the telltale signs of a battle worn trooper. Wearing a prominent
Battle-scar and that whole thousand-metra stare that only comes
from heavy combat. I found out later that he used to be a full captain
in the Planetary Defense Force, and took his Peacekeeper commission
when the Corps was newly formed.
Who had personally negotiated the peace of Strandar II, who had
led the charge in the final battle to separate the warring factions.
He was a frelling hero, and a living legend. I could only hope
that my service would find his favour. We were all in awe to be
in his presence, and we were very quiet during the welcoming speech
that every captain gives.
my carrier," his voice boomed. "I repeat: MY carrier. You
have, for the most part, served with distinction. Some of you are
new to the Peacekeepers, and some of you are on your last chance.
I do not run a pleasure craft or a reform school for delinquents.
This is the finest vessel in the Peacekeeper fleet and I maintain
the highest standard. Those of you who do not meet that standard
will be replaced. Good health to you." With that he turned on his
heels and marched away.
that was the standard euphemism to say you would face a proper court
martial and executed for failure to comply with orders. That was
our way; you live to serve.
I was assigned
a bunkroom by the Quartermaster and told where to report to the
Commando Bay. I felt like I walked on forever on this huge carrier
just to get to my quarters to get squared away and to get my kit
ready for duty. I was surprised to see that my quarters were quite
large by any standard. I expected to see just another bunk in a
room that was build in a crowded space more out of pure nescessity
than out of comfort. It looked like I would have this room all for
myself. I was just about to get settled in and unpack when the door
burst open and in rushed four armed Peacekeepers in full body armor.
"On the ground
now!" Shouted the lead Peacekeeper. His Pulse Pistol pointed right
in my face. "I said on the ground NOW, Frell Jak"
Great. I had
been aboard less than 2 arns and I already made an enemy. I guess
I should have expected this. What happened next would be a source
of amusement between the rest of my team and I for the next 40 cycles.
who the frell are you, giving ME orders?" I asked defiantly.
At the same
time closing the gap between the lead soldier and me. No answer,
but I thought I saw a sneer behind the black visored helmet. Time
to go to work. I stunned the leader with a pantac jab while the
other three just stood there. It took just a microt to circle-kick
one in the head and the last one in the stomach. One remained, his
pistol still trained directly at my head. He remained cool and had
an air of confidence about him. Who is this? Why won't he frelling
I presume...I am Lieutenant Rotana. Your commanding officer." He said
it so calm; you never would have thought there was a fight a microt
before. He took off his helmet and stared me down; waiting. I did
what every PK does when in doubt; I came to attention and replied,
"You are early,
two solar days early. Two things...one, next time change the lock
code on your quarters the moment you step in. Two, if you are going
to arrive early to a posting, report in the moment you get there."
His face was still, his lip barely moved when he spoke. After surveying
me he finally lowered the gun.
"Let me introduce
you to part of your team. The first one you hit is your second,
Sub-Officer Darvo Stranna; the second one is Sergeant Milos Argra,
The last one is Sergeant Manas Gelivos, she will have a headache
when she wakes up. I guess I'm fortunate not to bring the other
two or there would not be any one left to clean this up." He smirked
arrogantly, waving at the grumbling troopers as if they were discarded
I hated that
smirk from the beginning, but he was the Officer in Charge of the
covert ops section and therefore he had my loyalty...for now. I
was told that my new Ident-chip was on the table and that I would
be pleased with the information on it. I was told to report to him
in two solar days, having learned the policy and procedures for
the Command Carrier Argus and to know the ship from top to
bottom, blindfolded. Normally you are given the fist three
solar days after reporting to do this. Well, from this point on
I arrived on time -not early- just on time. Oh, I forgot to mention
that I was promoted to Lieutenant at that time. That was what I
was supposed to be pleased with. Again I was advanced early, but
I spent the
next few days leaning my way around the Argus; I bumped into
the Captain one time during the sleep cycle. "Bumped"
was an accurate description; I was reviewing the evacuation procedures
for the ship when I went head first into Captain Stalltan. He was
not impressed, as I could tell by the hard look in his eyes. He
made a comment about "frelling commandos in their frelling
black uniforms, like frelling ghosts in the night." He marched
on; checking the ship and his crew, as I found out that that was
his usual routine. Now I was beginning to understand why they called
us "Black Ghosts"; the uniform was a dead give away, but
the ghost part, I think that had to do with our uncanny ability
to appear one moment and be gone the next.
The next quarter
of a cycle was spent waiting for orders, training, going on practice
exercises and security sweeps of the Command Carrier and of the
other ships in the armada. The most exciting thing that happened
was the capture of a Leviathan. Amazing creature, the pilot took
some doing to control, but once the control collar was in place
all problems were dealt with most efficiently. Other than that,
nothing exciting happened.
They say that
a commando's life is a solitary one. Not so, as I socialized with
my team in the officer's lounge. Occasionally I was invited to the
Sergeants lounge for a quick meal or a drink. My second, Sub-Officer
Stranna was promoted to Officer. We became fast friends, said I
hit him harder than a Luxan in a hyper rage, and I told him he was
full of dren and he was just a weakling. The banter went on like
that forever; at least it seemed like it at the time.
received orders for a real mission. I cannot go into too many details,
but I can relate the gist of it. We were to set down and subdue
a group of Sebaceans who were trying to incite a rebellion on one
of our outer colonies. Our job was to stop the rebellion by any
means necessary while still maintaining a zero presence status.
I had full confidence in my team and the two other teams joining
the mission. Little did I know that it would all turn to dren, very
led the main assault group into position, we all knew our tasks,
and my team was to be the sniper section for the mission, a job
that would prove to be our calling. We maneuvered into a covering
position, providing rear security for the strike teams. In the end,
it would not matter. They were waiting for us.
It was almost
as if they knew we were coming. The mines that the enemy had hidden
on the only approach route killed half of Rotana's team instantly.
Some sort of flame weapon obliterated Lieutenant Ornat's team; they
never had a chance to fire back. In a heartbeat, nine of the best-trained
Peacekeepers that I had ever known were killed or wounded. From
our position we had a clear shot at the enemy leaders, and I signaled
Rotana that we were about to open fire and he should get clear.
Like some sort of farbot, he stood up and made himself a
target, drawing the enemy out into the open, charging him with weapons
blazing. We then picked our targets, and fired; the leaders first,
who dropped like Boolite goo, then the rest. It was not a pretty
sight, but raw combat never is. We went down to retrieve the injured
and dead, under intense hostile fire, but we wanted to leave no
one behind. We collected the Ident chips from Ornat's team and the
pitiful little that was left of them. We made it back to the RV
point where the Marauders came in and pick us up. Safe. It was a
frelling nightmare, someone betrayed us, and I vowed that there
would be blood to pay.
We arrived back
on the Argus; Captain Stalltan stood there to meet us. The
first time I had seen him with a look other than disdain. He was
genuinely concerned about his troops, even if they wore "frelling
black uniforms". He gathered us around him and told us that there
would be retribution, as too many Peacekeepers had died today, and
too many good Sebaceans.
Gratelk is under arrest, for treason. She relayed tactical information
to the rebels just after the planning session. I have no doubt that
it is her brother that is the leader of this rebellion against the
council. They will pay dearly for this"
the Captain's first officer, how could she have betrayed the Peacekeepers
like that. It is something to this day I cannot fathom, she was
the most animate about council rule and the will of the council.
She was tried and executed in less than 3 arns. Tragic loss for
the Sebacean Race as she was a pure blood a descendant from a Named
House. That Name ceased to exist that day, as her dishonor meant
dishonor for the entire House who all underwent the same permanent-
Ten solar days
later Lieutenant Rotana was promoted to first officer; which left
the position of Head of Covert Operations open. We thought that
they would send someone from another squad to take over. I was called
to the Captain's quarters, and was told that I would be named interim
Head until I got killed or they found someone better. I was dismissed
and as I left Rotana stopped me.
"You know that
the Job is yours to loose don't you?" And he walked away.
I took that as a hint that I had the job,
but I understood I needed more experience just to keep it.
He was right,
as over the next three cycles our section became the most effective
in the whole Covert Ops Division, and were thrice decorated by High
Command. We were efficient, professional and deadly. Never again
did we face the indignity of being ambushed. Almorst killed, often.
Overrun, sometimes. Burned alive, nearly. Ambushed...never.
That is what we called it, which is what fueled our rage. Our desire
many of us had died to quell our thirst for revenge, something that
was going to happen sooner then later. I personally lead the mission
to capture Delat Gratelk, the rebel leader. They were supposedly
fighting for Sebacean rights on this tiny rock. They were our own
race, but they went against everything we stood for, lived
for in this galaxy. Peace, order and co-existence with other life;
the Thorn were a peaceful race, who allowed a Sebacean colony
on their home world, but when the colonist defiled their sacred
grounds they wanted vengeance. They hired the Peacekeepers to keep
the peace between the new colonists and themselves. If they only
would have listened and entered negotiations with us, then the colonists
would have been saved from our retribution. They seceeded from council
rule and started a war with the Thorn; a war that we were being
paid to stop.
It took all
of one arn to locate and extract Delat; we had him aboard the Command
Carrier one arn after that. I was hoping to be the one to interrogate
him, but that honor fell to the Captain. He made sure that blood
paid for blood. Before his execution, Delat made an appeal to the
council, he requested that the colonists and their families be able
to leave the core systems and go to the Uncharted Territories to
live on their own. The council surprisingly agreed, probably knowing
that they would not survive out there. The rebels were gone within
two solar days, gone never to heard of again, at least that is what
IS GOES ON
After four cycles
aboard the Argus, and three as Interim Head, I was finally
confirmed as the Official Head of the Covert Operations section
for the Regiment. That I thought was best celebrated in the Officer's
Lounge. It was something I did not do on a regular bases, as I felt
it best to keep a distance between me and the rest of the Officers,
Friendships outside the commandos was a luxury I could not afford.
Well, at least that is what I tried to convince myself. If truth
were known, I just was not the social type; in my previous life,
my life before the Peacekeepers, I was not privy to social events.
I gathered those whom I considered my friends and commandeered a
section of the lounge. It was a grand sight, the other officers
not knowing what to make of us when we entered the lounge. Darvo
thought it would be fun to enter as if we were going to arrest someone,
which we had on several occasions. Arrested someone in the Mess
"It would be
amusing to see if anyone of those Drennits would dren their pants,"
he was like a child with some candy. "Then you could come in and
just sit and we could get dren-faced, and ignore them all."
I agreed to the plan. Darvo burst though the door, followed by Milos
Argra and Manas Gelivos, who were both officers now, and had their
own teams too. Under my command the Covert Ops section doubled in
size and activities as well. I thought I had seen everything, until
I entered the lounge. Most of the other officers had frozen in their
tracks all eye on each other, wondering who was the next one for
early retirement? I walked over to an empty lounge area and sat
"Relax I'm hear
to arrest some Phelip Nectar, nothing else" I mused. There was a
collective sigh of relief, name-calling and a few bits of food thrown
in our general direction. I had to admit I enjoyed that, though
I think I would not try that too often, though.
"You guys scared
the dren out of most of them, the others did not want to get killed
in any crossfire," chirped a woman's voice from behind Dravo. Manas
stood up to challenge the trelk that dared butt her nose into our
private time. Then laughed when she saw that it was Darvo's sister,
"Come, sit with
us, I hope you have currency little girl" Milos replied, "otherwise
sit down and shut the frell up."
"Well if currency
is what is required to speak around here, then after our last game
you should not be allowed to speak for a cycle frell jak." She smirked
sliding down on the couch beside me, Congratulations Pleisar, it
is about time it was official."
Arnan was the
only non-commando that would be allowed to talk to us in that way,
let alone be invited to sit with us. She had the training; she was
just waiting for an opening in the teams. That was not the reason
we let her sit with us. It was not because she was Darvo's sister;
we did not care. Some of the others had family aboard; they were
not invited into the group. Arnan had saved our eemas in
a time of crisis.
We were on a
joint operation with the Thorn when we were being overrun,
it seamed like our happy band of warriors would be breathing our
last breath, when suddenly a Marauder appeared out of nowhere, and
did a strafing run right in front of our position, that saved our
lives. The Marauder landed and we climbed aboard to find out it
was Arnan who flew the ship. She had stolen the Marauder and came
to get us. I realized that she risked a court martial for her actions,
so when we arrived back on the carrier; I immediately went to the
Captain and spoke on her behalf. I told him of the situation and
how she had ensured success on a really frelled up situation. She
was placed on restrictive duty for ten solar days and then returned
to her Prowler squadron. That, in our opinion, made her worthy to
join us for a drink any time.
his glass. "A toast...to the 'new' head of Covert Operations
section, Lieutenant Pleisar Sun." There was a chorus of here
here's and congratulations from the lounge, the loudest being from
my friends. It was nice to hear the cheers from the other officers,
even if they did not mean it. Most of them either envied us or hated
us. We wore black, usually no rank insignia, while the regulars
wore the red and black of the line units, the black with red trim
of the pilots or the green and black of the techs. Who the frell
cared, we sure didn't.
Just then, the
most beautiful woman I had ever seen walked into the lounge. I could
tell that she was a pilot. Because of the uniform and she went over
to the other pilots, they were as finicky about their drinking friends
as we were. She looked somewhat familiar; I could have sworn I had
seen her before. Then it hit me; she was the one from command school.
I spent most
of the night taking currency off my friends and drinking. I kept
looking over at this woman, and she at me. There was a kind of connection,
I could not explain it but it was there. Maybe it was because I
had not recreated in a while, or it was because I felt some attraction
to this woman. I stood up, determined that I was going to talk to
her, and for the first time in my life I felt fear. I sat back down
immediately, the others looking at me with a strange grin on their
my legs, they were starting to cramp." I snapped
"Yeah and I
am a Hynerian Royal. You have been looking at her all night. Go
and talk to her." Darvo chuckled.
"Well your highness,
I just might", I replied grinning.
Arnan let out
a laugh. "You know Pleisar, I could introduce you, and she is in
"Arnan, Pleisar does not need to be intodu-..."
"Set it up"
I said quickly, too quickly, now that I think about it.
Darvo sat there
with his mouth open, trying to speak. It looked as though a fish
was trying to breathe out of water. Milos, who was preoccupied in
trying to win his currency back, finally realized what was going
on, shrugged and looked at Arnan.
the man, set it up. By the way, you loose Prowler girl, I know Pleisar
took your last bit of currency last round, so get us some Fellip
Nectar while you are up, and keep it flowing for the rest of the
night and you just might get even."
Arnan got up
in a huff and went over to the Stewart to set up a credit to be
deducted from her pay. Milos laughed, watching her all the way.
leaned over to me "You know there was a time that I though you would
be with Arnan."
is a good pilot and a valued friend, but I do not see her that way."
I replied. "You know that Officer Cobram has put in for a transfer
to Prowler Attack School, her appointed mate is there as an instructor.
I think she would do a good job, I have endorsed it and forwarded
it to the Captain for approval. Before you ask, I have already requested
a replacement for her. I have requested that Officer Arnan Stranna
be assigned to take over Marauder duty for her. She has the training
and well...we all like her."
I have only
seen Darvo smile like that once before, it was when he came back
from leave on a Sebacean pleasure planet. He knew that she would
make it to the teams and also thought] he could look out for her,
as he was a very protective brother.
Lounge Stewart shouted, "Captain on Deck".
The whole mess
sprung to attention. The Captain, who rarely went to the lounge,
entered, looked around and strode over to our table. He looked me
in the eye and said that my transfers for my team have been approved,
and tossed me their new ident chips. He turned to leave, paused,
and looked at me "You have proven yourself worthy to hold the
position you have now. Congratulations Lieutenant Sun, and good
fortune to you." With that he left.
"What was that
all about?" Arnan asked.
girl, you have gotten too big for your flightsuit." Milos ducked
expecting to be hit, "you will have to go and get a proper one.
One that fits, and one that is the right color; I always thought
that red on black spoiled the black."
have been transferred to Covert Operations effectively now."
I tossed her identchip at her. She had a smile bigger than a star.
She turned to someone who I could not see.
"It looks like
someone will be moving up to section leader now that I am elite"
Arnan told the mysterious person. "Oh, where are my manners. Lieutenant
Pleisar Sun, may I have pleasure in introducing Officer Xana Rotana."
Oh frell, I
thought, that must be Rotana's sister. I must be frelling insane.
He was a very private man, who valued his family very much. He had
personally seen the squadron leader tried for incompetence when
his brother's squadron was lead into an ambush that a baby could
have seen. His brother died because of that, and the squadron leader
paid for it. Dearly.
"An honor to
meet you, sir" she stood at attention not wanting to make eye contact.
I studied her, looking at her beauty. Her hair, her eyes, her body,
it was really my pleasure.
"Yes, it is",
I replied, regretting it the moment I said it. I got a dirty look
from Arnan. "Would you care to join us?" Hoping that would make
up for my first blunder.
"If it would
be permitted, sir," She replied, still not looking at me.
and it is Pleisar, Xana," I could feel the surprised
eyes of my friends burn in the back of my head for this unbecoming,
looked at me with those eyes, eyes that could see right through
my rough façade that I put up for the rest of the galaxy. She knew
who I was, who I really was; for a moment I was fearful that she
would use my real name, the name that I had abandoned all those
The others slowly
disappeared, off to sleep, or to try and take some currency off
the other pilots, who were still in the lounge. I had hoped she
and I would have some common things to talk about; and I was glad
that we had. During her course in Command school, I found out that
she had interest in me, but it was not the time, nor the place to
act upon it. She told me that she knew who I really was and that
she would keep it a secret just for me. I told her there was a reason
that I did not carry that name anymore. She said that the commando
tradition of changing their names to protect their families was
a noble gesture. I let her think that was the reason.
We spent many
nights just talking in the Lounge; we would talk of battles, strategy,
typical things that you would expect fellow officers to talk about.
I could not talk about much because of the nature of my work. She
understood, at least I hope she understood.
"I know why
you are called 'Black Ghosts', Those black uniforms of course, and
the fact that you are here one moment and gone the next. Also you
might think we see you, but then we're not sure." She said one night.
"If you are
sure you have seen us, they you will usually be dead within microts,"
With that we
went to my quarters, which soon would become our quarters. We became
mates a half cycle later. A source of joy and ultimately a source
of pain for me; I would have to wait five cycles to find that out.
When my past would finally catch up to me...
of Part 2