Nhfearme
3/2/01
DarkQuest
IC:
Chiana holds Phillip to her. His crying has lessened. He now holds her tightly with a great longing. She feels
very uncomfortable in his arms and pushes herself away from him. without another word she leaves, closing the cell door. He
stands with his back turned to her as she walks away.
Chiana walks to the galley and pours her juice. She ponders
the day's events: Both blessings and curses. Mokan is still recovering from her injuries. John has returned to her, but lies
in a coma. D'Argo tried to kill Phillip. She dreads having to ask Phillip the questions required. The information is long
overdue from him. She is still unsure if Phillip will even work with the resistance.
Chiana eats slowly. She wears
her Comms badge waiting to hear if John wakes. Suddenly she sees something out of the corner of her eye. It's John! She jumps
up from her chair and dashes to him. He turns from her and walks down the corridor to quarters.
"John!" She nearly
screams. She is both crying and laughing at the same time when she catches up to him. "John! You're alright!" She hugs him
tightly.
John stands weary, unable to respond.
"What's the matter?" she asks. "Are you alright? When the Med
tech said you were in a coma, I was afraid you'd never wake up." She looks up at him. "I'm so glad you're alright." She says
pressing her cheek to his chest.
"I have to lie down. My knee." John says. He takes her hand then lets it go and walks
down to quarters.
"I'll join you in a Microt!" she says giddily. "I'll just finish my juice and be right there." She
says and goes back to the galley. She swallows down her juice quickly and puts the food cubes back in the container. She runs
down the corridor to be with John in her quarters.
As she nears her door she realizes there is a problem. Captain
Phillip Shelan is just down the hall. It is as it was before, when Phillip returned to kill John in Mokan's bed. John could
have easily killed Phillip as she ate. She has to act. She walks quickly to command. Setig stands monitoring communications.
"Setig." She says and walks up to him. "John is awake." She wrings her hands. "He is sure to kill Phillip. He can't
stay here." She continues. "Could you to arrange his transportation to another location? Do his interrogation there. Where
John can't find him."
"Yes lady Chiana. It will be done as you ask." Setig says with a slight bow. "How is the master?"
"He's tired. He complained of his knee." She answers.
"Yes. The Med tech told me about his knee and that he
needs to rest four arns for it to heal."
"Four arns. When did the Med tech tell you this?"
"Hmmm." Setig thinks.
"It has been perhaps 1 and a half arns since he told me. About the time you left the Med bay. When I went searching for his
torturer."
Chiana's face grows dark. "Did you find him?"
"No." Setig answers. "There were foot prints but whoever
it was has hidden himself well or left the planet."
"Thank you Setig." Chiana says and walks slowly back to her quarters.
John is asleep with his clothes on, on top of the covers. She watches him then lays down beside him and pulls on a
blanket. She puts her arm over his chest and lays her head on his shoulder.
John turns over with his back to her and
sighs. Chiana holds him occasionally touching his hair and rubbing his back. Then she holds him, sighing.
John is
trembling. She has only known him to be this afraid on the Gammak base after the arns of torture in Scorpius' Aurora chair.
She holds him tightly hoping her strength will comfort him.
At times it seems he is crying. She stays by him and comforts
him. She is afraid that Scorpius has finally broken him. That the crash the torture, something he hasn't told her has finally
won out over him. She instinctively knows there is nothing she can say. All she can do is be there for him until his darkness
passes.
She finds herself napping, still tired from the long vigil she kept for him. Arns have passed into the night.
She wakes and slips her hand under John's shirt fondling his chest. She nuzzles and kisses his neck.
John turns over
toward her and embraces her. "Chiana." He gasps and kisses her. He is still trembling from his ordeal. John kisses her as
though he may never have another. She returns his kiss. Long, deep and passionate.
She touches his back and moves
her hand to his waist. She slips her hand into his pants. He sighs deeply and groans. His deep voice resonates through her
making her feel he has recovered from the worst of it. He embraces her and kisses her hair. She holds him tightly to her sighing.
"John."
Chiana lies holding John as he cries. She suddenly gets up and goes to her dresser. She pulls out a small vile
and brings it to the bed. She sits on the bed next to John on her knees.
John recognizes the vile. It is the bottle
of the nectar from their marriage ceremony. He watches her. He looks at her eyes.
"I think I'm ready John." She says.
She swallows and draws up a drop of the nectar. She touches it to her tongue. She draws up another drop and waits.
John sticks out his tongue. Chiana places the drop on his tongue. John gets up on his knees and faces her.
They touch
tongues and kiss. After a moment John embraces her so tightly. Chiana begins to cry. Their kiss grows deep and passionate.
They gasp and hold eachother tightly. John cries to her shoulder. Chiana kisses his neck.
Oh God!" John says. "Oh
Chiana!" He cries to her.
They kiss again and begin to slowly pull off eachother's clothes, watching eachother, looking
at eachother's eyes.
They breathe in the air thickly, anxiously until they are exposed to eachother. They lie down
together in loving embrace.
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We have pledged our faith
In eachother
Yet did not take the test
I was holding back my faith
In
us
I trust you with my whole heart
John
I believe in us
Take the test with me
We will prove our
promise!
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ChianaGray
3/4/01
IC:
Crichton held onto her, not wanting to let go as he sighed into her comforting warmth. He missed her smell, her
taste, her touch as if he had been gone for weeks without her. Did he even really think in weeks anymore? He felt lost, everything
turmoiling inside him as her breath came warm to his neck, her lips barely touching the underside of his chin as her hand
searched his thy in askance. He felt afraid, desiring her as he fell into the rich smell of her hair and brushed his lips
through it. Her touches seemed to ease at his fears but he pulled away, afraid of letting go of them. She followed his movement,
sighing deeply. The sound sent a warmth through him, his shoulders laxing as her hands came under his shirt.
Chiana
searched his lips with her own, only just close enough to barely touch, feeling the tense fear within him that was shutting
him away. She drew her cheek along the side of his face and sighed quietly as she touched him, feeling him slowly becoming
lax. A sigh of the fears releasing from him to comfort finaly came as a tear drifted down the corner of Chiana's eye.
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Nhfearme
3/4/01
IC:
John and Chiana arrive at the Scarran Hezmat facility. Shelan is already in the beam. He is dripping with sweat.
John stands by.
Chiana speaks to the operator. "How long has he been in the beam?"
"I took over from the other
operator the early morning shift. He reported he was here since sometime after the dinner break. Hmmm a total of 14 arns m'lady."
"Get him out of there!" She snips at the operator. "I will question him now." She lowers her eyes and glances at John.
"Yes, Lady Chiana. Did you wish Setig to be here?" The operator asks her.
"If he's here." She answers.
"Then
I will Comm him." The Operator answers and presses down the release lever.
Phillip falls to the floor. After a few
Microts he puts out his hand and tries to lift up from the floor. He looks up and sees Chiana and John. "I'll answer your
questions. There is no need to torture me."
Chiana points to a chair at the side and the Hezmat operator lifts Phillip
into it.
"What we need to know," Chiana nearly calls him Phillip. She knows, with John there it would only anger him.
"Shelan, is anything that can help the resistance remain hidden from the Peacekeepers. What is their Intel on us?"
"What
I know, they know. However Scorpius only said he was glad to know of your Resistance to the Nabarri government, not his reaction
to it." Phillip answers.
"Now that the Peacekeepers have the stealth technology from Setig's attack craft, how can
they use that against us and the Scarrans? Will the Peacekeepers hunt us?" She asks.
"When I was in command I received
only one order. To capture Crichton and return him to Scorpius." Phillip tries to catch his breath from being in the beam
this extended time. "I had no orders concerning the resistance, you."
"The only concern Scorpius had of the Scarrans
was that first night" Phillip looks at her eyes. "After their planed attack of the banquet. He ordered me to retaliate."
"So
when you helped us? It was under Scorpius' orders?" Chiana asks.
"Yes. I'm sorry Chiana. I was told to recapture Crichton
at all costs, by any means necessary. I'm sorry I used you, the others." He glances up at Crichton. "I am truly sorry I used
you and your household to capture you. I will help in any way I can to rectify what I have done." He begs. "I will do whatever
is required to help the resistance." He says.
John takes a step toward him. He speaks briefly to Setig.
"Honey,
you finish up here. I'm going to have Setig show me the crash sight. Maybe I can remember something. OK?" John tells her.
He puts his arms around her and gives her sweet kiss on the lips.
Phillip lowers his eyes, near to tears. John turns
and walks out of the Hezmat facility with Setig. Chiana and Phillip can hear the Attack Craft power up and blast off.
Setig
sets down his Attack Craft near the crash sight. John and Setig disembark the Craft. A dark figure watches them from the dense
trees.
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ChianaGray
3/5/01
IC:
Chiana gaped at Shelan, tilting her ear to her shoulder with a solemn expression as she watched him cry. He had
been through so much, too much. His torment never seemed to stop. She wanted to let him go again, her breath comming unevenly
at the very thought and what Crichton would say. She turned her gaze to the hezmat saddly, wishing the things never existed.
"Chiana,"
Shelan barely spoke beneath his tears. "I'm so sorry."
She cut her eyes to him beneath her brows, her lips closing
as she swallowed.
"Maybe if you had given me a chance to be awake," she spoke quietly in a nervous laugh as she turned
to the table and rested her fists on it. She swayed her head slightly, staring distantly at the tables surface. She didn't
want to talk about this.
"I will answer anything," Shelan stated softly. "I'll tell you the truth."
"What did
Mokan want from you?" She asked more to herself than him as she creased her brows in wonder.
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Krestan
came up behind them as they passed, his qualta in his hands as he narrowed his gold eyes.
"So it isn't he PeaceKeepers,"
he stated. "Scarren's ... how much worse can that be, khu'man?
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Nhfearme
3/5/01
IC:
Phillip's heart is in his throat. To be so close to her, she is another man's wife! His heart beats fiercely.
He tries to keep his mind on the question. He has to help her.
"I only remember her asking me to join the resistance,
to help in fighting the Nabarri threat." The sting of Crichton's kiss to her still burns in his heart. He looks to her eyes.
"Perhaps she thought the Peacekeepers would join the fight. She didn't tell me yet what the Nabarri government is planning.
On the surface they appear peaceful."
"The Peacekeepers don't know?" Chiana is stunned that such a sweeping plan by
her government would remain a secret all these cycles! She swallows. "What they plan, Phillip, is to subdue all species into
their control. There is a disease my home planet developed; It attacks a person's will. It is called the 'contageon' and it's
been spreading unchecked for nearly 10 cycles!"
Phillip's head whips to look at her in shock. He never knew such a
threat could exist.
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John stares down the barrel of Krestan's Qualta. "What do you
want?" His arms up.
"I think this may be the one who tortured you master!" Setig readies himself to defend Crichton.
"Master!" Krestan prepares to fire into John's chest. "You are a slaver!" He fires.
"No!" John dives away from
the shot.
Setig raises his arm and fires a heat pulse at Krestan, knocking him off his feet. John runs and holds Krestan's
arms behind him.
"Stop!" John yells as Krestan struggles to free himself.
Setig takes Krestan and holds him.
"Crichton did not capture me. He bested me in honorable combat."
"I am not a slaver!" John says, his heart in his throat
he swallows and looks down at Krestan. "Is that why you tortured me?"
"I was only trying to find Mokan." Krestan says
angrily. A tear falls down his cheek. "Or did you kill her when you returned to your carrier?"
"I have no Command Carrier."
John tells him. "I am not a Peacekeeper. And Setig is not my slave!"
Krestan turns to Setig and growls. "Why would
you do that? Serve a Peacekeeper!"
"Lord Crichton is an honorable man. I serve his family for the honor of my clan."
Setig tells him.
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ChianaGray
3/5/01
IC:
"When I found Mokan," Chiana swallowed again, her voice catching in her throaght as she turned away from him.
She didn't want to see ... the farther she could distance herself from having ever been near him...
She sighed heavily,
letting the fear that was dwindeling up into her pounding heart ease out of her breath. She concintrated on the table, placing
her hand on it again as if searching for solid ground in the whirlwind that whipped around her, threaghtening to carry her
into a deep pain she didn't want to touch. It felt so wrong ... trying to defy he was ever more than a few paces away from
her while she spoke to him. She felt almost faint and became reminded by a twinge she would have to take her berry juice soon.
She rested her other hand on her stomach, forgetful of Shelan as she hummed gently to her child.
"Chiana," he spoke
gently.
She swallowed again, swaying slightly as she focused out of her withdrawl.
"Mokan was captured by the
PeaceKeepers," she stated shakily as her hands trembled. "Her clan was attacking an outpost base when the Nebari came in aid
of those PeaceKeepers."
"The Nebari?" His voice trailed in shock. "Aiding us?"
Chiana cackled a laugh to herself
as she tocked her head at the table.
"You're aiding them Shelan. You're saving the eemas of your higher offices and
we're trying to find out who and why. I thought you would know these things ... you've made it so difficult ... even with
the PeaceKeepers we have aiding our resistance."
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Nhfearme
3/6/01
IC:
The operator comes up behind Chiana and places his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry to disturb your interrogation
of the prisoner Lady Chiana. However, there has been an urgent Comms from Setig. It seems they were attacked by peacekeepers
at the"
"Where are they now?" She cuts him off. "Tell me!"
"They have returned to Resistance Headquarters."
He says.
"See that the prisoner is secured in a cell. No more Hezmat!" Chiana shakes her finger at the operator. She
looks at Phillip and begins to leave him. She stops and looks back. "I will do everything I can to keep you from harm." She
says and turns to run outside to her waiting prowler.
"Wait!" Phillip calls after her. "Wait Chiana!"
Chiana
turns at the doorway to see him.
"Please be careful! There may be spies among you!" He looks after her.
Chiana
walks back to him. "What?" She gasps. "Who?"
"One of the last orders I gave when I was still in command was for officers
to infiltrate your organization. Anyone who is new, anyone." He looks into her eyes. "Don't trust them. Don't believe them.
Use them to feed the Peacekeepers false data." He is afraid for her. There is nothing anymore he can do.
"Thanks."
She says. She turns again and leaves.
Phillip can hear Chiana power up her prowler. It rumbles the building as it blasts
off. Phillip begins to cry as she leaves. He looks to the operator, waiting for his judgement.
Chiana lands at the
hidden base. She tries to walk as the pain overtakes her. She works her way slowly through the landing bay to Mokan's ship
and to the galley. Her berry juice from this morning is still sitting on the table. She hadn't finished it. She reaches into
the refrigeration unit and gets a fresh container. She drinks it quickly and sits at the table to rest. Her breathing is rapid.
She hears footsteps in the hallway.
Jake runs in and up to her. He immediately sees she isn't well. "Momma?" He says
and touches her cheek.
John walks in. He walks over to her. "What are you doin' here? I thought you were questioning
Shelan."
She raises her arm to him as he comes to her. He puts his arm around her and lowers himself to the floor
looking up at her.
"I was. I got the Comm that you were attacked. I came to see how you were. It's a good thing I
did." She swallows. Just then, she gets another cramp. Chiana breathes through the pain.
John watches her, waiting
with her. When the pain passes she lifts her juice and drinks the rest. She turns and smiles at him. John smiles back. He
lifts her with his good arm and carries her to the bed, placing her softly on it.
"Don't worry about us. We're fine.
Just rest a while." John tells her.
"Can I tell her what I did dad?" Jake says excitedly.
"Later, Jake. Right
now she needs her rest." John says.
"No." Chiana says, wanting a distraction from her pain. "Please, tell me Jake."
John sits on the bed and holds Chiana's hand while Jake tells her.
"Dad and Setig were under attack from a
marauder! I swooped in and fired on them until they retreated!" Jake says, crawling up on the bed to her.
Chiana reaches
out and takes Jake's hand. "Thanks for saving your dad for me." She smiles. Then she suddenly remembers. "John!" She grips
his hand tightly. "Phillip warned me there may be Peacekeeper spies in the resistance. Anyone who is a new recruit, he told
me not to trust. John they still have their orders to capture you!"
Jake's face turns very somber. John turns to him.
"Jake, run and get Setig for me. Will ya'?"
Jake pets Chiana's hair then her shoulder. "Sure dad." He says respectfully
and climbs off the bed.
"Thank you Jake." John says as Jake gets off the bed and runs out of the room.
They
can hear his little footsteps running down the passageway. Chiana looks at John. "He is really grown up for a 5 cycle old
child."
"Yeah." John says. "He is."
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ChianaGray
3/6/01
IC:
Mystical touch
Mysterious
I'm so entranced by you
Tender touch
A whisper
And I am washed through
in pleasure
By your strength
Your hold
Your sighs
I'm so entranced by you
Gentle wonder
The brush of your
hair against my skin
Embraced in my memories
As a wordless comfort
Mysterious love
Taking my desires from me
So
sweetly
Embracing my exstacy
My terrors
My inner most
So delicately
I'm so entranced by you
Tender touch
The
trace of your soft lips
The strength of your arms
As if I'm pulled from my seat
Into the depths of a kiss
In enchanted
dreams
Mysterious love
I'm so entranced by you
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Nhfearme
3/8/01
IC:
John holds Chiana's hand and looks at her. "Honey." He sighs. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah. I just
forgot to drink my berry juice this morning." She swallows. "I'll be ok in a Microt."
"Because, if I lost you I don't
know what I'd do." He sighs.
"You won't lose me John." She says.
"What if the doctor is wrong? What if this
is more serious?" John looks gravely at her.
"No. It isn't. What are you saying John?" she gets a shocked look on
her face. She sits up suddenly. "No, I won't make that decision."
"No, I don't mean that. Just maybe we need to get
a second opinion." John says. "We never did go to Mokan's doctor." He rubs the back of her hand. "Didn't she tell you this
organization has the best?"
"Do you suppose the Med tech is one of them?"
"He did ok with my arm. Could have
used a little more for the pain though." John looks at his arm. "I think Sebacean culture frowns on pain killers." He chuckles.
Chiana
touches John's arm and smiles. "let's go ask him now, k?"
"Good idea hon. I really want to clear this up."
Chiana
sits up on the side of the bed and stands shakily. John embraces her tightly and kisses her neck. "If we have to make a choice."
He swallows. "We'll work through it together."
Chiana gets a frightened look on her face. "No, John. Whatever happens.
I'm keeping our baby." She looks into his eyes. She begins to cry.
John holds her again. "We haven't even asked yet."
He realizes he's hurt her. "I'm sorry. I take it back. I'm sure you're fine." He fights his own feelings on the matter. "Are
you up for this?"
"Yes. I want to know if there is anything else I can do about it." She dries her eyes.
John
holds her until she is quiet then walks her to the Med bay.
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John and Chiana enter the medical bay. The Med tech greets them. "Back so soon? I would think you would have
had enough of my 'torture' Crichton." He huffs.
"Naw." John drawls. "The arm's fine. The wife needs looking after."
Chiana
looks at the Med tech. "The last doctor that examined me said I have premature cramps." She says and glances to John for reassurance.
"I'm taking the berry juice already. Is there anything else I can do, to be sure."
"Well." The Med tech smiles broadly.
"First I have to examine you." He walks over and secures the door.
Chiana lies on the gurney. John holds her hand.
The Med tech runs the scanner over her. Then he sprays his hands. He picks up a small sensor and reaches to insert in into
her.
"Wait!" Chiana says, suddenly alarmed. She starts to sit up. "What is that for?"
"To judge the chemical
exchange between you and your baby. To assure it is getting enough nutrition from you. The child may be releasing chemicals
in response to starvation, or lack of oxygen." The Med tech says with a disapproving professional tone.
"Oh. Ok." Chiana
says and puts her head down again, waiting. "I didn't think of that." She says and squeezes John's hand tightly during the
examination.
The tech removes the device and places it into a reader. He watches the display. "Hmmm." He says. "You
need to eat more often. Food cubes is fine. Take the berry juice twice a day to be sure. About half a canister will do. Then
you and the baby should be fine for the next half a cycle."
"Half a cycle?" John says surprised. "That soon?"
"Judging
from its growth so far, yes I would say. Often hybrids grow and mature faster." The Med tech answers.
Chiana looks
at her belly, placing her hand on it. "So it should start to show soon."
"Better start thinking up names now, Hon."
John smiles.
"Me?" Chiana asks. "Name it?"
John picks her up off the gurney and turns around with her. "You
did good Hon!" he says and gives her a kiss. "Now let's go get Jake. We'll have a sit down dinner."
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Mokan gets up from her bed and walks to the center chamber. D'Argo follows her. "You don't have to accompany
me D'Argo. I am well. I assure you. I have to get back to my duties."
The Comm beeps. "D'Argo the command carrier is
returning." Pilot tells him.
"Do you think we are still secure behind the moon?"
"There has been no hint that
they are looking for us. Their searches have always been trained on the planet. Looking for Crichton, I suspect. If there
is any hint they are sending a squad in this direction, I will Comm you immediately and starburst."
"Thank you pilot."
D'Argo closes Comms. "Are you sure you won't remain with us Mokan? At least until you have fully recovered." He says, disappointed.
"No, D'Argo. You have already done so much already. I will go as soon as I have had time to eat. Really, I must. Chiana
needs me. Especially now."
"She has moved the resistance to an abandoned Nabarri base, Crichton said. You will need
the new coordinates. Pilot has them when you are ready to leave." D'Argo says softly.
"Thank you." She answers and
eats her food cubes.
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Krestan waits. He begins to think he has been forgotten. He works
to free himself.
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Crichton walks down the dark corridor that leads into the dungeon. He approaches and sees Setig standing next
to one of the cells. He stops and peers in.
Captain Shelan is chained to the wall of the Scarran cell. He has already
been tortured in Setig's heat pulse. The metal collar he wears bears the heat of the pulse. It burns his skin. He strains
at the collar as he wretches. He coughs violently trying to catch his breath.
Crichton opens the bars and enters.
He looks at Phillip reveling in his depleted condition.
Phillip lifts his eyes and sees Crichton. "Please Crichton.
I will answer your questions." He begs. "His heat pulse will kill me."
"That's too bad, Shelan!" His hand goes to
his pulse pistol. "If you like I can end your misery right now."
Phillip's eyes burn from the heat. He looks to the
pistol then to Crichton's eyes to see what he will do.
"You choose." Crichton clicks the pistol from the holster and
holds it to Phillip's neck.
Phillip tries to lift his neck from the barrel of the pulse pistol. "I want to live."
He begs.
"Just one more thing." Crichton reaches back with the pistol and swings with all his might. He hits Phillip
knocking his head into the wall.
Phillip can taste his blood in his mouth. His lip begins to swell. His head pounds
from the hit. The pain is only a distraction from his fear. Life is over. Not the peacekeepers, Mokan or Chiana can help him
now. He can feel the hopelessness of it creep into his soul as Crichton stands over him. Soon he will be in the living death.
Crichton must know this. He begins to cry.
"Please Crichton!" Phillip cries to his torturer. "Mercy!" His throat is
raw from his own purge. He tries to spit out his own blood. His swollen lip prevents it.
Crichton leaves Phillip and
stands by Setig. "Come on, let's get this over with."
Setig raises his hand and fires a heat pulse. "Tell us Captain.
What are Scorpius' weaknesses?" Setig asks.
Setig's heat pulse hits Phillip. Phillip groans. His body writhes in agony.
The heat feels it is eating his lungs, his muscles. His mind seeks oblivion as he is compelled to answer the question.
At once, I respect you
And have terror of you
You took my love
Now you take my soul
My own
blood trickles down
Showing life
[It] Will soon cease
As my life from your hand
Your god has sustained me
Now
he forsakes me
I have suffered more
Since our meeting
Than I can ever remember
Your chains cut into my
Wrists
My
throat
My breath brings a burning
To my lungs
My body heaves to expel
My stomach
Which has no more
to give
My body writhes in pain
Seeping into the
Longing of my soul
Only pain and love exist
Pain
from your hand
Love for your wife
My life will end with her
In my heart
You cannot sever her from
My mind
or my spirit
I pray again to your god
He brought me back from death
I cannot believe he would
Save me
from so much
To let me die now
I hold to that truth as I feel
The heat pulse hit me again
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ChianaGray
3/10/01
IC:
Chiana set the table with a twist in her brows, smiling to herself as she placed the plates while Jake gathered
the silverware.
It felt so strange suddenly to be doing this. Her life felt as if it were very far away as she helped
Jake place the silverware and then raced him into the kitchen for thier course. The thought of playing house tickled her immensly
as she poured a strainer of steaming vegetables into a bowl.
It was one of the more alien things she had ever done or felt
she guessed as Jake slapped her suddenly with a little hand full of butter right in her ear.
She burst into laughter
as she turned to him and tickled him out of the kitchen. She stalked him around the table, her eyes bright as she crouched
with her hands raised and followed him as he screamed with laughter around the long table. She began to wonder what name she'd
call her own. What kind of name would they want? Like Jake? She barked a laugh as he caught up with her and threw his arms
around her legs, nearly tripping her.
The thought of having a child suddenly felt strange, surreal, like the realness
of her pregnancy was truely sinking in or something. She smiled as she knelt to him and planted a bat of the butter on his
nose.
"What do you think about having a little brother or sister?"
"I want a brother to play with!" Jake smiled
brightly.
Chiana smiled, tilting her head as she shook her hand into the top of his hair. She felt worried suddenly,
a sadness lingering into her heart as she helped Jake sit at the dinner table and wait for John. What if her own child ended
up on the street like she had, or Jake? She stared at the silverware, disbelieving of the life it suggested ... Could she
even do something like this everyday?
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Nhfearme
3/10/01
IC:
Mokan walks to Moya's Command and hits Comms. "Chiana." She waits for an answer.
"I'm here." Chiana answers.
"It
seems your husband has taken my stealth prowler from here. I do not dare travel without it. I must question the prisoner."
Mokan tells her.
"I moved him." Chiana answers.
"Is it secret? Is he secure?" There is a silence. Mokan has
a strange feeling. "To where?" She asks, knowing Chiana cannot answer her. Finally, she asks. "Where is your husband?"
Chiana
suddenly realizes. John knows where Phillip is. He left saying he had to take care of something. "I'll Comm you when I get
there!" she slams closed the Comms and runs to find Jake.
She finds him in base command. "Jake!" she says excitedly.
"I have to go get your dad. Will you be ok here?" she asks him.
"Yes. I will stay and monitor Comms." he tells her.
"Why mom? Is there trouble?"
"I hope not Jake." She says and kisses his cheek, caressing it with her hand.
Chiana
turns and runs to Mokan's stealth prowler. She powers up and hits the launch sequencer. The prowler thunders out of the base.
She maintains speed and lands quickly at the Hezmat facility. She runs inside seeing no one is in the Hezmat. She glances
at the operator, to see his surprise. He begins to rise from his chair, glancing down a dark passageway.
"No." she
breathes and runs through the arch, down the dark corridor. Her footsteps and breathing echo through the stone stairways and
empty cells of the dark dungeon. She reaches a fork and pauses. She her breath echoes fill the stone passageways. She holds
her breath straining to hear. Then a cry a groan, a ragged voice begging for release. She trembles. A chill goes through her
very soul. "Phillip." She breathes.
She runs as fast as she can, her heart pounding. She fights her tears at what
she may find there. She comes upon them and sees to her horror. Setig with his arm raised. John stands with the cell door
open watching. His pulse pistol at his side, ready.
Suddenly she realizes she needs her pulse pistol. To fire at John.
The only weapon she has is Jena. She swallows and walks up behind them. She struggles to gather her strength to speak.
