Mokan has a glad heart hear Chiana is free of the Peacekeepers. But she has many questions. Chiana made no mention of Crichton. And her voice. Something in Chianas voice sounds of fear. The Scarrans have boarded their attack craft for the strike. Mokan hits her Comms. "Pagar, Setig. The attack is off. Chiana has been recovered. I will contact you when I have debriefed her."

"What is this!" Pagars voice booms over her Comms. "Lord Crichton may still be Scorpius prisoner! Has the Lady Chiana given you any information on his or their spawns rescue?"

"No." Mokan answers meekly. "But I will meet with her and send you the Intel." She asserts. "I will Comm. you with my report."

"As you say Mokan." Pagar relents. "I will await the Lady Chianas Intel."

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Chiana docked into the stealth ships bay, grimancing darkly to herself as she came out of the prowler in a sudden shard of intense pain. She grabbed her stomach, forcing herself to walk as her blood seeped through the cloaths around her fingers. She came to helm, trembeling violently as her knees gave in and forced her to them.

"Moya this is Mokan," Mokan was speaking as she turned her attention to her.

"Mokan," Pilot's voice returned crisply. "Moya and I are pleased to hear from you."

Mokan ran to Chiana, grasping her as she began to fall the rest of the way to the floor.

"No," Chiana narrowed her eyes on her as her fist came weakly across Mokan's jaw. Mokan turned her head with the punch, turning her head back sharply as she narrowed her eyes.

"It's alright," She stated as she wiped the Nebari blood from her chin and began to franticly search for the wound, pressing on Chiana's stomach. "Pilot! I need medical now!"

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Zhaan stands in the inner bay waiting for Mokans arrival. She sounded anxious, afraid when she spoke of Chiana. The inner bay doors slowly open. As they do Zhaan quickly enters the bay. Mokan struggles, trying to lift Chiana. Chiana's stomach is bleeding.

"By the Goddess!" Zhaan exclaims. She picks up Chiana and takes her to the maintenance bay. She runs the scanner over her. "Her child is gone! What happened to you there?" Zhaan strokes Chianas hair caringly then quickly turns to her table. "I must stop this bleeding. How could they have left her in this state?"

Mokan holds Chianas hand. Stark hovers, watching Chiana as Zhaan treats her.

"There." Zhaan says at last. "You should begin to heal now." Zhaan looks caringly at Chiana. "I will share your pain." She places her hands on Chianas stomach and goes into her meditation. Stark holds his hands on her as she does. Zhaan whines taking her pain as Chiana wrenches her face, grasping her arm. Zhaan gasps, shaking her head as Stark gently brings his fingertips to the sides of Chiana's head, closing his eye as she finally relaxes to the images in the mild gold glow that escapes his mask.

"She will be alright now," Zhaan sighs solemnly to Mokan as she steps back.

Mokan looks at her. A tear finds its way down her cheek and splashes on her arm. "Chiana, can you hear me?" She asks her friend. "I need Intel for the Scarrans attack on the Command Carrier. What did you see there? Is Crichton there? Mallan's codes? Are they valid?"

"Yes," Chiana speaks in a trembling voice, a scowling smile races across her face. "John is lost to them ... I lost him."

"What are you Frelling talking about?" Mokan asks. "The Scarrans have their forces ready. Were going in there!"

"Don't go!" Chiana grips Mokans arm. "Leave him there. If he - he wants out let him - let him get out by his Frelling self!"

"What do I tell Pagar?" Mokan asks her. "The Scarrans arent just going to abandon Lord Crichton to the Peacekeepers! Especially to that Freller Scorpius!"

"I don't care!" Chiana shouts, sobbing as Zhaan injects her with a sedative. "I don't - I don't Frelling know alright!"

"She's lost her child," Zhaan speaks very quietly as she looks to Mokan. "She's aggravated the incision, that's why she's bleeding. Mokan, someone has taken Chianas child!"

"Don't tell," Chiana pleads as she grasps Zhaans arm. "Please. Don't tell anyone about this." She cries.

"Child," Zhaan touches her face, shaking her head as her delicate features twist with anger and pain. "Who raped you...?"

Mokan plants her fingertips to her brows as she lowers her head and begins to weep. "Hai-eeeee! Hai-eeeee!"

Chiana turns away from them, burying her face into her forearms as she cries uncontrollably until the sedative begins to absorb into her.

Zhaan pulls Mokan away from Chiana to speak to her quietly. "There is something else, Mokan." Zhaan says most seriously to her. "She is at least 6 solar days pregnant with another child! I fear for her. I must tell her but in this state there is no telling what she may do to herself."

"No!" Mokan blurts out. "Shes a survivor! I have always looked to her strength."

"For now? She will need ours. We must wait until she is stronger to tell her of this." Zhaan cautions.

Mokan shakes her head in disbelief. "What happened over there?"

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Jasmin finished dressing from her belongings in the capsule, listening with alarm to the cries and sobs she could hear through the wall to the next room. She adjusted her armlets and slid a yard long staff of about a thumbs diameter to her back as she scanned over the room with a thin black frame that came across her brows. Her dark midnight blue eyes sharpened on the Drd access tunnel to her room. She krept into it cautiously, listening for long moments before she dared forward in a short burst before stopping again in crouch.

Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she heard someone, darting her attention to a vent where she could just see Mokan throwing herself to the floor in a quarters, weeping as she sat on her knees. The Jaboan threw her head up, suddenly letting out a scream like a Jaguar followed by a sharp ratteling noise.

Jasmin gasped as she ran ahead, pausing and darting through the tunnels until she seemed to realize the sollitude and vastness of the foriegn ship and became still. She sat resting on the balls of her feet with her hands on her knees, watching Drd's pass around her with a slightly perplexed expression on her sharp features. Her sharded brows furrowed as she pressed a silver comm on her leathers at her shoulder.

"Dirsan?" She blinked slowly as no reply came, running her hand through her near black ruby red hair. She sighed lightly as she tried to think of what she could remember last but it was all black like a blank.

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"How is she?" D'argo asked as he came to the helm of the Scarren command ship with Setig and Pagar. "Is Crichton with her?"

"No," Mokan's voice came through the comm solemnly. "He and Jake are still on the carrier. Chiana is - wounded. She is asking us to stand down from the attack."

D'argo growled deep within his throaght as he snareld. "Is she in any condition to speak to me?"

"No." Mokan's voice returned in a monotone that made him feel uneasy. "D'argo. She doesn't want to be seen in her condition."

"Your place is by the side of your lead," D'argo returned more gently as he braced his hands on the dark helm. "And I am joining Setig and Pagar in Khaju'tki."

"I regret I could not join you," Mokan responded, her voice seeming firmer though in tears.

"Krestan has left you," D'argo stated. "I think he is a frelling coward! I will return from victory Mokan. I ask you concider me for your Manna."

He closed the comm, turning to Pagar. "We will be leaving very soon. You should say your farewells to your wives now."

Pagar growled his laugh as he snapped shut the sheath to his gladius sword. "We do not allow that. It gives our soldiers greater insentive to survive and agitate thier bloodlust in battle, especialy a battle in the name of honor to a masters house. We are eager for the capture of Scorpius."

"I will agree," D'argo nodded slightly. "But do not greed for this moment or it may be lost to us. Our main concirn is for Crichton. You have left the main force of Scarren control. We will not be recieving re-inforcements. Especialy with a Luxan leading your regiment."

"The true warlord here is Crichton," Setig stated as he looked to Pagar. "This is about our houses, our honor, our joining of the resistance for our own peoples concirns. We must victor ... or as we have sworen, we die."

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Chiana threw up, sweat pouring from her as Zhaan held her shoulders, applying a wet rag to her fore-head as she helped her lay back again. Chiana shook her head as she held the rag in place.

"This is wrong," Chiana muttered as Mokan stepped into her view. "I feel like I'm in - like I'm in first term."

Zhaan looked to Mokan worridley as she aproached, placing her hand on Chiana's shoulder as Zhaan gave her another sedative.

"You are having another child," Zhaan spoke gently. "When you lost the baby your system reacted by -"

"Nooo!" Chiana screamed as she thrashed herself free of them and came sprawling off of the bed. She tried to run, sobbing as Mokan wrapped her arms around her and laid her cheek into Chiana's back, weeping as they fell to their knees. "Frelling bastard! You frelling bastard!"

"Who is it?" Mokan asked as she held tightly to her, refusing to let go as Chiana tried to struggle from her.

"He let me hold her," Chiana cried as she tried to lurch out of Mokans arms rising on her knees. Her head came back as she cried out. "He let me feed her. Let me go!"

"You know I've been through this," Mokan persisted, sobbing as she held Chiana relentlessly, her eyes slammed shut as she wiped her tears across her shoulders. "Zareth let me keep my child for a cycle. You wouldn't let me go when I told you to go away. Six days Chiana, six days and I spent five cycles going through this hezmana! Who the FRELL is it!?"

"The frelling bastard I'm going to kill," Chiana grunted, snareling as she tried to jerk herself free of Mokan again. "Get your damn hands off of me!"

"You're going to open your insicion again."

"Frell!" Chiana gasped, weakening as she lunged her and Mokan into a stand, sending it crashing to the ground as she fell with Mokan on top of her. She forced her breath, snareling as hot, bitter tears streamed down her face and spittle flew from her cut lip. She began to cry, laxing, returning Mokan's embrace as she helped her up again. "Scorpius..."

She looked pleadingly into Mokan's eyes as Zhaan helped her back into the bed, taking her pain as the sedative began to take over. Chiana winced her eyes, trying to focus as she began to drift towards unconsiousness. "Shelan got me out. I couldn't - I couldn't escape ... he didn't come for me ... I saw him! I had him! I can't - I can't face him now. I can't look at him, Mokan. Please. I want you to tell Shelan this is his child. John can't survive if he doesn't - he's got to think about himself! I can't take him back like this ... not after this."

Mokan stared at her darkly, clenching her teeth as she tried to understand what she was saying exactly. "You want me to tell Shelan this child you have in you is his? What the frell for?"

"I'm scared," Chiana muttered droggily as she closed her eyes.

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Jasmin paused in the Drd tunnel, clicking on her comm again without any response.

"Dirsan!" She whispered harshley as she slammed the ball of her fist against the wall. "Gha'frell! Nidesu!"

"Is someone there?"

Jasmin flinched, her ear comming to her shoulder as she turned her attention to a small vent. She could just see Pilot over his helm. She eased closer, eyeing him with her nostrils flared. A high pitched echoing sound escaped from a small dime sized disk at her tempil like a sonar. It was brief but the sound caused Pilot to raise his head, blinking several times as he tried to locate the source. She watched him with interest, tapping a few times against the wall.

"Amber, are you trying to play hide and seek again?"

The blip escaped her again as Drd's surrounded her. She gave them no attention as Pilot returned his gaze to his helm, narrowing his eyes rather mischieviously as one of them injected her with interpretation microbes in the calf.

"Dog monkey!" Jasmin shouted, wild eyed as she backhanded the Drd.

"I assumed the strange sounds were some attempt at communication," Pilot spoke without giving her any attention as she came scrambeling out of the access. "Amber says your name is Jasmin?"

"This is a new ship," she spoke sluggishly as she stood, gazing over her surroundings. "I don't know this place!"

"And apparently still quiet young," Pilot sighed as she slipped over his helm and sat on the balls of her feet, watching his pinchers work the controls with interest.

"I think it's - 15 cycles," she blinked slowly as she rubbed the side of her head. "Jasmine An'ia ... What is this thing? What am I ON?"

"This is Moya," He gazed up at her mildly, politely brushing her hand away as she tried to touch a crystal. "A Leviathen. She is bio-mechanoid, a living ship. I am Pilot."

"You service the ship like this," she looked to him, the slurr in her speach seeming to match the dazed, tired look in her sharp eyes.

"I think you are still somewhat ill from your stasis," Pilot commented as he blinked. "Perhaps you should return to Zhaan's medical chambers."

"I didn't expect to be in alien contact," she narrowed her eyes as she hopped off of his helm. "Are you the servicer?"

"Yes, I would suppose that I am." He blinked, gazing to her curiously as she ran her hands through her hair, holding the back of her head as she stared at the floor.

"I'm frelling lost!"

"You were found on an abandoned ship," Pilot explained as he returned his attention to his helm. "I will tell Zhaan you are here. I really think you should rest after..."

He looked up, sighing with a shake of his head when she wasn't there.

Jasmin made her way through the access tunnels into the dining chamber, raising her nose to the refrigeration units with interest as she stepped in. She turned her head slightly, a small, distressed sigh escaping her as a link she expected did not recieve. She jerked her head down as a Drd aproached her with something, raising her foot to smash them if they neared her legs again. The Drd paused, its antenna lights for eyes wobbeling as it held up the comm.

"Jasmin," Pilots voice came over the comm. "This is Pilot. I will be able to remain in contact with you if you use the comms."

She put the comm on her shoulder, digging into the refrigeration with greater interest. "Moya."

"Moya and I are conjoined," Pilot chirped as his face britzed to life on a clamshell in the room. She cut her eyes to it as she ate a food cube.

"Conjoined," she muttered. "I'm conjoined."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm conjoined," she spoke more droggily as she sat to the table. "I'm a servicer too ... I'm lost Pilot. Where is Dirsans ship?"

"It was salvaged," Pilot stated, his eyes blinking as Jasmin seemed to nodd out and then catch herself. "Are you alright?"

"I can't feel anything - anyone." Jasmin frowned as she scratched her hand broadly through her short hair. "I don't have anything to be awake FOR..."

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Chiana rested in the quiet. Alone to herself in quarters. It seemed like cycles since she had experienced time to herself. She dressed in her new leathers slowly, starring at the perminant scars on her wrists as she held her gloved armlets, sitting crosslegged on the floor. Tears streamed down her face as she thought of her daughter, of Crichton and Jake. Her heart fluttered maddly in her chest at the thought of Aeryn alive ...

She shook her head as she began to sobb and rock herself. She had to think past them. It was her daughter she wanted back. More than anything ... anyone? She pressed the gloves to her forehead as she cried.

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Chiana remembers her daughter lovingly. She thinks of her skin, like hers yet like Johns. Johns daughter! Not Shelans. She smiles, thinking of her eyes, the same piercing blue of her fathers. She remembers bringing her to her breast. Suddenly she feels her milk flowing, filling her bodice. Quickly she reaches for her bedcover and pushes it in to soak up her milk. She gasps at her bodys memory of her baby and cries bitterly for her lost child.

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Jasmin peered into the dark room, blinking at Stark as he raised his finger to his lips to her. She snuck up to him, watching the youth in front of them as she sat in meditation surrounded by candals and insence.

"My daughter, Amber," Stark whispered quietly to her. "She is beggining her first level of the Delvian Seek."

"She took me out of stasis."

"Yes," Stark looked to her, touching her shoulder as he stared into her dark blue eyes. "You've got a strange mind..."

"What does that mean?" She creased her sharp brows from the thin frame that ran across them, narrowing her eyes on him.

"You're exhausted Jasmin," Stark smiled as he gently pushed at her shoulder to move on. "Go get some sleep."

Jasmin dipped back into the hallway and flipped the tool she held into the air, catching it and flipping it again as she walked. She paused as she neared a corner, turning to look behind her. Mokan raised her chin as she crossed her arms.

"You know that's a tool and not a toy," she stated gently more than asked as she stepped closer to the young woman. "You heard me comming up, commendable."

"I'm just doing some work," Jasmin raised her brows. "Drd tasks."

"You're doing Drd work?" Mokan smiled slightly with a quizzicle look. "You don't look like someone fit for that kind of duty to me. Though you do look very young for warriorisim."

"Combatants," Jasmin lifted her eyes to the ceiling as if searching for something. "But maintenance is equal in priority."

"Uh-hu," Mokan nodded with a twist of her brow as she moved ahead. "Come with me, I'll put you to work."

Jasmin followed her into the docking bay, scanning over her stealth prowler with interest. She dipped under it, running her hand along its skid and collision damages. Mokan watched her with interest as she went all the way around the ship and then began to take of panels and lift hatches.

"You have any idea what you're looking at?" Mokan asked.

Jasmin lifted her head towards the cieling again, blinking slowly as she swooned slightly. "It's not the same. Nothing is comming in."

"You waiting for some one to give you orders?" Mokan asked as she rested the ball of her fist to her lips, gazing at her mildly.

"I need the information," Jasmin sighed. "I don't need orders I need damage and systems diagnostics."

"Oh," Mokan smiled as she hopped up into the c ock-pit and tossed her down a small flat board. "Where in the frell are you from? You get all that into your mind?"

"Yes," she creased her brows at Mokan as she shook her head slightly. "None of you seem to understand anything."

"I might," Mokan nodded as she retreated back into the pilot seat and opened her comms.

"Captain Phillip Shelan!" She snapped out sharply.

"This is Captain Shelan."

"Captain," Mokan lowered her head, her eyes setteling on the helm controls darkly from beneath her gold brows. "I have a message to relay from Chiana."

"My transmission is not being detected," Shelan stated blandly. "I'm listening."

"You're the father," Mokan curled her lip, a low growl escaping her. "For once Shelan, I do not regret saving your life."

"Thank you Mokan," his voice came back quavering. "Thank you."

"Don't think you can just jump in your prowler and fly on over," Mokan snapped. "I will keep you in contact. Out."

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"We are ready," Pagar growled as he stepped into command. "I have the houses of Ghrau and Corrum joining us!"

"Corrum," Setig laughed as he narrowed his eyes. "Scorpius will piss on himself!"

D'argo sneered as he turned to the commands helm, his nostrils flared. The stars passed the screen of the Scarren carrier in long streeks as they initiated.

"DaJo'Kha!"

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"John Crichton to Chiana! Chiana pick up the phone!"

Zhaan gasped as she heard his voice rising sharply from the control helm in central command. She raced to it, disbelieving as she touched the helm.

"John?" She spoke gently. "Is that you Crichton?"

"Oh God, Zhaan!" His voice shouted tensly. "Yes! Please, Zhaan, put Chiana on the horn for me alright?"

Zhaan rushed towards the passageway, raising her arm she kept her comm.

"Chiana I must see you in central command!"

"What's going on?" she asked.

Zhaan didn't answer, grasping her when she met her in the cooridors and pulled her. "Come swiftly child! Crichton is on the comms!"

Chiana rushed with her, blinking in disbelief as she stepped to the helm, her head turning from one side to the other as she tried to breath.

"John?" She called out quietly, feeling as if she were reaching through some dream into a surreal reality. It couldn't be him! "John..."

"Chiana," He sighs, his voice filled with gentle urgency. "Honey, I've got to know you're alright."

Chiana shook her head as she began to cry, her sobbs deep as she gaped at the helm, stepping closer to it almost cautiously.

"I love you Chiana." His voice sounds soft but forced. "The ring, why? Why did you give this back to me?"

Chiana stared down at her hands, light gray, they feel almost empty with out her ring. The cuts all around her wrists are healed enough to not need bandages but tender with blue welts of the scars that would remain.

"I can't," she breathes through her sobs. "John please. I - I can't..."

"Chiana listen to me please," he speaks near to cracking in his voice to tears. "Did they make you say those things to me?"

"No," she sighs shakily as she clenches the helm. "You've got to - I'm not having you're baby John. It's Shelan's, nnnnhh! I'm having Shelan's."

"I don't care," the bite of her words pierce her as his voice chokes. "Honey, I love you. You've got to know that." He begs. "Please, know that."

"No!" Chiana shouts as she pounds her fist into the helm. She screams out, leaning over the helm in the pain her heart slices through her, as if he's dying. "I let you go! So Frelling go!"

She turned away from the helm, sobbing as Zhaan wrapped her arms around her, supporting her as she came to her knees. Chiana was shaking as she hitched her shoulders, grasping Zhaan's.

"Please child." Zhaan tells her as she touches the sides of her head, gazing into her eyes as she began to calm in her comfort. "You need to rest now." She turns angrily to Comms. "Why wont you honor her wishes John? She has done everything to tell you her true feelings."

"Who is that you're talking to?" A mans voice enterupted.

"Butt out Braca!" Crichton snapped. "Please Zhaan. Talk to her."

"Crichton! Its over! Accept it!" Zhaan says angrily.

"Chiana! Dont do this."

Chiana looked to the helm, tilting her head to it as she stood. She touched the comms affectionatley with her fingertips.

"Get away from the Console Crichton!" The mans voice demanded in the back ground. "Let me go Crichton!"

She heard a scuffle follow, her head tilting from one side to the other as she caught her breath, her heart pounding maddly as she waited.

"Don't! You! Ever! Interrupt! Me! While! I'm! Talking! To! My! Wife!"

Chiana choked a small laugh, spittle flying from her lips in the mixture of crying as she swayed, gazing into the console mournfully.

"That console imprint on your face might permanent press." Crichton's voice retorted sarcasticly.

She hears several thuds, John's heavy breath as his lips near the comms again.

"Chiana," he tries to breath, pausing long enough to force his breaths. "One thing," he speaks gently though with tension. "One thing and I'll say it's over. I'll let you go and you won't have to worry about ever speaking to me again ... Do you want me to come home baby?"

Chiana stood over the comm in silence, drawing her hands away as she shook her head. She trembled, evening her breath as her next words pierced through her painfully.

"No." She says shakily, but determined. "Divorce me Crichton. It's what - what I want."

"What you want." His own voice pauses then speaks deliberately to her. "As you wish ...Rah!"

She hears him scuffeling again with someone. Then the comms begin to sizzle in and out of sounds of smashing. She realizes he's smashing the comms and backs away, nodding as she turns away from the helm and leaves.

"Chiana," Zhaan urges to her.

"Not now Zhaan," Chiana spoke in a trembeling voice as she struggled out holding her stomach. "I'm going to go throw up."

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Mokan wandered into the command helm of her stealth fighter with Jasmin, pausing as she noticed Chiana at her helm, crying as she ran her fingers over the different glyphs and began to release the ship from its attatchment to Moya.

"What are you doing?" Mokan raced to her, planting her hand over the control. "Hezmana Chiana, we're not going anywhere!"

"You didn't stop the Scarren fleet!" Chiana growled as she swung away clenching her fists. She cut her eyes at Jasmin and returned to the helm, opening comms. "Shelan! Shelan answer me!"

"I just talked to Shelan not half an arn ago," Mokan looked to her worridley as she lowered her head, trying to see her eyes. Chiana looked away.

"He's not answering them now!" She spoke with fustration as she clenched her fists over the helm and began to cry as she came to her knees. "My daughter. Mokan, my daughter..."

"Frelling Kani'dha!" Mokan flashed her eyes wildly as she moved Chiana away from the helm and played with the comm frequencies. "This is Khan'ai Mokan, emergeny transmit to General Kha D'argo! Transmit! Do not attack! Damn you D'argo pick up the message and return call!"

"D'argo," Chiana shook her head as she let out a deep moan, tears falling from her eyes as she narrowed them distantly.

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Captain Phillip Shelan wakes on the floor of a Peacekeeper Marauder. "Fool!" he tells himself for getting caught in the open. His efforts to find and release Crichton and Jake have failed. He was lucky to escape Scorpius and his fowl plan the first time. "Reconditioning." His heart is full of fear. Scorpius has trapped him, using Crichton for bait. How ironic! The man he helped to destroy has returned the favor.

"The brilliant stroke of Scorpius to use Special Ops for his capture." Complete surprise. "I wonder what favors he has to perform for the Directorate to gain their elite Special Ops cooporation." He ponders.

"They must be nearing the facility." He thinks as he hears the engines slow. An officer approaches and stares at him. he does not speak. The last journey he took toward the reconditioning facility brought him the pain of a rifle butt to his face in his pleas for mercy.

His death will be slow and painful. Torture from each memory extract. His own mind stolen from him by increments, extracted from him until it is clear of the contaminant. Phillip is irrevocably contaminated with desire for her. His love for Chiana will now murder him.

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War news arrives to the Resistance in sparse reports. The stealth craft keep the Scarrans hidden from the faster, more maneuverable prowlers. Prowler scanners and targeting systems are useless against them. Only when the Scarran Attack Craft are within visual range can they be seen by the Peacekeepers. Only halo distortion of starlight indicates their presence. Then it is too late for the Prowler pilot to react with firepower enough to repel them.

Chiana waits in Moyas Command. Angry at the Scarrans for going to war. She truly wants to see Scorpius pay for what hes done but John is on that Cruiser! Her daughter! "Frell." She can feel her tears trickle down her cheeks in fear for them both.

All information filters in from Scarran war reports to the Imperium and resistance spies on Rasharis Peacekeeper Base. Troop casualties come in slowly. No identification only numbers. 385 Prowlers disabled.

"Aeryn used to be a prowler pilot" she thinks.

A massive explosion is reported on the Command Carrier! Number of dead? Unknown.

"John!" She cries. Her body aches for her child who has no name. Who will protect them now?

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Chiana glared into the helm wildly as she rested her clenched fists on top of it. She swallowed, blinking slowly as the different shouts and calls of information and intel came over the comms amidst blasts of fire in the background. She had to keep control, " Get a hold of yourself!"

"Pagar you son of a bitch!" She heard Cricthon's voice scream through the commands and reports.

"I am unable to withdraw!" D'argo shouted. "If you want the attack to be over then surrender Crichton now!"

"D'argo!" Crichton yelled sharply. "Get the frell out of there now! Aeryn's out there! Do you understand? Aeryn is in the prowler fleet! I can't just leave my son!"

Chiana closed her eyes, swaying slightly at the dizziness that seemed to swarm through her.

"Je'Anife," Mokan stated solemnly as she shook her head.

"He doesn't know," Chiana muttered as she tilted her head. She pursed her lips angrily as she jerked her head back. "And no one will until I find her."

"Why?" Mokan gazed to her mournfully. "Why? Tell him! Tell him now while you can!"

"Right!" Chiana gasped as her tears suddenly streamed hot down her cheeks. "What's he going to do then Mokan? I - I'd do anything to have my daughter ... and Scorpius knows that! He's not using me to get to John. I'd rather kill Crichton myself!"

Chiana touched the comms, trembeling as she snareld at it.

"Setig! Pagar! D'argo! Frell you! Do you hear? Are you frelling deaf? True God, retreat now! Nobody's - nobody's going to win you stupid frell!"

Mokan grasped her, humming deeply within herself as Chiana buried her head into her shoulder.

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"What the frell is going on!" Chiana shouted.

"Moya has initiated starburst," Pilot responded to her comms. "I've recieved a rondevou cooridinance from Kha D'argo."

"Frelling great," she grimanced over the console. "This cease fire is taking too long. Where - where's John?"

"He hasn't responded since the two of you called cease fire," Mokan muttered as she filtered through the comms and reports that continued. "Don't worry about the starburst, we're actually closer to the battles location."

"Did you know we were going to starburst?" Chiana eyed her.

"Don't get paranoid on me now," Mokan eyed her back gently.

"You don't," Chiana shook her head as several tears fell down her cheeks and wiped them. "You don't know ... something is wrong over there. Why is John takingThe bright flash of Starburst fades as Moya slips into normal space. Only a few Microts pass and Zhaan sees Talyn through Moya's main view screen.

A marauder glides across from Talyn and lands in Moya's landing bay. The inner bay doors open. Stark stands waiting with Zhaan at his side. Two men enter. One he recognizes Crais! The other ... is D'argo. D'argo holds a small bundle. Stark looks transfixed, a child!

"What?" escapes Stark's lips as glances at Crais then to D'argo. "Who?"

"Crais." A voice says behind Stark and Zhaan. Coming to their side is Mokan. She settles her copper eyes into Crais intently as she lowers her head enough to glare beneath her brows. She looks at the baby in D'argoes hands, stepping back to Zhaan's shoulder as she curls her lip. Crais' uniform, his Sebacean smell, it offends her, reminds her of her own torture and treatment by them. "What are you doing here, PeaceKeeper?"

"Someone from Scorpius command carrier notified Crais," D'argo spoke gently. "I must return. I need to bring Chiana her child first."

"That's ... Chiana's child?" Stark looks at the infant with surprise. His jaw drops as he brings his fists into his chest.

"Chiana's," Mokan gasped as she turned out of Zhaan and stepped up to D'argo.

"We must leave as quickly as possible," Crais stressed. "I cannot stay in PeackeKeeper domain for very long."

"50 microts," D'argo contended as he marched ahead with Stark trotting after him.

Stark glances back frequently to see the baby. Finally they arrive at Chiana's quarters. Stark reaches and opens the door. Chiana sits on her bed alone. She cuts her eyes at Stark's intrusion.

"What the Frell?" she stands and turns. She steps back at the sight of D'argo, her arms splaying out as she turned her gaze from him to the bundle with a tilt of her head. Her lips part, awing at the sight of the child.

"You have Aeryn Sun to thank for this," D'argo spoke gently as he stepped into the room and touched Chiana's face. "I've got to go. Aeryn arranged a prowler to land in the carrier Setig and Pagar and I are on. Crais was waiting on comms when I opened the hatch. I know it was Aeryn ... Chiana, this is your daughter."

"My daughter?" Chiana walks to him and touches her daughters blanket, gaping as she turns her head slightly into D'argoes chest to stare at Dora's sleeping face.

Chiana's face glows with an inner peace, yet a tear crosses her cheek. She smiles then begins to sob. "I didn't name her."

"It's Dora Lee," D'argo speaks softly as he gazes at her as if in a quiet awe. "It's on her intel chip."

Chiana smiles and lets out a bit of a chuckle. "It sounds like something Crichton would name her." She looks into Dora's gentle features not so unlike her own, a smile drifting solemnly across her face as she looks up at D'argo with tears in her eyes. "Thank you." She sighs. She smiles at Stark. "My daughter!" she looks at Dora. "My daughter."

Stark smiles. He gently pushes the dazed D'argo back, closing the door as Chiana turns away from them to sit on the bed and begins to rock, humming sweetly as she touched Dora's hair and face, laughing as Dora Lee grasped her finger with her tiny hand. She gasps as Dora opens her eyes sleepily, crystal blue, so much like Crichton's.

She laughs, an unbelievable sense of relief washing through her in chills as she took her out of the bundle and embraced her to her shoulder.

"I missed you," she whispered to her baby softly. "I'm so sorry Dora ... I wanted to stay. You're my life."