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Nhfearme
1/20/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

Phillip wakes. Today he has hope that he can finally separate Lord Crichton from Chiana. He hits the fresher thinking one thought to finally hold Chiana. She would be his.

In the back of his mind though is still darkness. The delight of beating Crichton with his own hands distracts him from his enjoyment of the moment. He reminds himself that he could Kill Crichton easily and all of this was contrivance! He secretly makes it his goal, after securing Chiana as his own to still destroy Lord Crichton.

"When I am certain that she is safe." He tells himself.

He steps out of the fresher and wraps in a towel. He walks to his locker and pulls out a new uniform. He pulls on the soft leather pants and the soft long sleeve shirt. He pulls on his boots. He straps on his pulse pistol and snaps his dagger in place. He slips on his jacket and leaves his quarters.

He walks to the prowler bay and climbs aboard his prowler. He powers up and punches the launch sequencer. As soon as he breaks free of the Command Carrier, he hits Comms. "I have news for Chiana." He says smiling. "I have found Officer Aeryn Sun."

There is a long silence, then. "I have received you message." It is Mokan. "I will give it to her."

Mokan closes Comms. She gets up, walks to her quarters and peers in. They are asleep. Crichton holds Chiana in his arms.

Mokan sighs. "I can't do this." She says to herself. "Chiana deserves happiness, even if it is only for another arn." She turns and walks back to Command.

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ChianaGray
1/20/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

"Hey Shelan," Mokan slightly smiled to herself as she commed. "Frell you."

"Mokan..."

"Just getting your attention," she chuckled to herself. "Remember I told you you'd never survive your fallen graces?"

"Yes," Shelan blinked slowly as he gazed down at his ships controls. "You aren't going to tell her I found Aeryn Sun..."

"I'll tell her, maybe." Mokan narrowed her eyes. "Just letting you know you're still alive."

"Are you threaghtening me again?"

"I don't threaghten people." She sighed as she wiped her lips. "I'm saying you're still alive. Think about it ... or be a PeaceKeeper. Frell Shelan, you sleep here, you live here. I could kill you despite Chiana. Now why didn't I do that? Maybe your stupid love sick self will turn around and notice who's the allie and who's the enemy. Who's the enemy Phillip?"

"What the frell are you talking about?" He twisted his brows in confusion as he listend to her.

"OH!" She tilted her head at her desk as her eyes widend and she placed her finger over the comm button. "Excuse me for having a moral sense. What the frell was I thinking about?"

"What the frell are you talking about?" He exasperated.

"And so," she spoke almost in teasing. "Who is the allie."

"Mokan," Shelan grimanced as he adjusted himself in his seat. "I don't understand a word you're saying."

"And that's what I don't like about you, but I'm waiting for you to figure it out." She muttered saddly and turned the comm off.

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Nhfearme
1/20/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

Phillip pulls his pulse pistol. It is his reserve. He has not used it for over a cycle. He checks the cartridge to see if it is charged then reinserts it.

His first defense will be against Mokan if she stands to fight. Then advance and kill Crichton. He clicks the Pulse Pistol back into the holster and realizes his Peacekeeper strategy is taking over again.

Anything, ANYTHING that could hurt Chiana has to be avoided. His hands suddenly turn to ice at the thought of having to face Crichton in a civil manner. He would rather kill him as he stands.

His stealth prowler pulls into Mokan's landing bay. He gets out slowly looking for Mokan. He leaves his pulse pistol holstered and walks cautiously toward Command. She is waiting for him. But her Qualta is still in it's sheath.

He stands, staring at her. "Did you tell her?"

"Would you run to tell your friend bad news or wait until the messenger came?"

"So. I'm a messenger now?" Phillip asks.

"You want to give her the bad news? You'll have to wait until she wakes." She shifts in her chair. "Unless you want to face Crichton."

Phillip would like nothing better. He clenches his teeth. His pistol finger twitches.

"No. I think I can wait for Chiana." He says, holding his temper.

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Mokan goes down the corridor toward the galley. Phillip follows. He can hear the fresher inside of Mokan's quarters as they pass. Mokan goes into the galley. Phillip looks into Mokan's quarters. Crichton still lies there, asleep.

Phillip pulls his pulse pistol and enters the room. He walks quietly up to Crichton and points his pistol. His breath is strong, his heart beats fiercely waiting for the shot. He fires!

Crichton strikes the weapon out of his hand as Phillip fires, blasting the bed and sending flames to the ceiling. Crichton throws himself on the floor after the pistol and aims firing at Shelan.

Phillip flees down the corridor toward his prowler. Crichton pursues him firing. Phillip jumps in his stealth prowler and hits the power switch.

The inner landing bay door closes. John stops short. Phillip quickly he hits the launch sequencer.

Mokan runs up behind John and stares. "What the Frell is going on?"

John turns, Mokan still staring at him. "Sorry about that." He says and walks naked back to Mokan's quarters.

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John enters Mokan's quarters. The flames have died down and the cabin is beginning to fill with smoke. He quickly folds the blanket over to smother the remaining flames then goes to Chiana. She is coughing and cowering in the fresher. John kneels down and holds her.

"What's happening? I heard pulse fire." She shivers.

"I guess Shelan didn't like us making up. Come on honey. We had better get out of here and back to the estate. He could come back." John gets up and begins dressing.

Mokan stands in the hatchway watching him. "What happened here?" she says upset. "I heard shots in here!" she sees the scorched wall and smells the smoke. "My bed!"

"Captain Shelan was here. He took a shot at me." John says as he fastens his pants.

"He shot! At you?" Mokan looks him over again. "I'm glad he missed." She shakes her head.

"Don't worry, we'll be out of here in a Microt." John pulls on his shirt and his pistol belt. He snaps in one pistol, slips another in his belt and holds the third. He picks up his shoes and vest. He turns around and speaks to Chiana. "You ready Hon?"

Chiana nods and says "Uh, huh." She walks barefoot, wrapped in her towel, carrying her clothes.

John turns to Mokan as they leave. "Thank you Mokan for your hospitality. Now if I were you I would move your ship to a new location. Shelan WILL be back."

Chiana continues to walk toward the landing bay as John talks to Mokan. She is halfway to the bay. John runs past her. He powers up the prowler and helps Chiana in. John hits the launch sequencer. The prowler roars as they power out of the bay and head for home.

Chiana slips on her clothes as they travel. John and Chiana both carry their shoes as they disembark the prowler and walk the steps into the mansion.

Setig greets them. "Lord." He says with a slight bow.

"Setig. Battle stations. We may come under attack. Guard the perimeter for incoming ships." John walks into the house.

"What has happened, Lord?" Setig says as he follows John into the house.

"Captain Shelan has finally shown his true colors." John answers.

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Phillip is not sorry for what he did, just that he missed. He tried to do what Leah taught him, but he is a Peacekeeper. He has been trained to destroy his enemies. And Lord Crichton is his greatest enemy.

Leah's advice has a loophole. That loophole is that "He" cannot effect Crichton's capture. She said nothing about Scorpius capturing him.

He has neglected his duty. His duty is to rescue Scorpius. Every nerve in his being presses him to launch a prowler attack on Crichton. But the last order Scorpius gave said that Crichton was to be captured at all costs, alive.

Phillip sighs at his failure. His anger at Crichton owning Chiana burns in his mind, that Lord Crichton could get away with what he is doing.

Phillip Comms the Command Carrier. "Lt. Any further reports concerning my search?"

"All dead leads, Sir."

"I am setting down at the Planetary Base. Contact me there." Phillip closes Comms. "Chances are they won't believe me anyway." He says to himself.

He feels a terrible longing for Chiana. He knows now that he will never be worthy of her. However, he can still free her from Lord Crichton.

Phillip pulls into the Planetary Base and walks straight to Command. He pulls out his Ident chip and inserts it directly into the Command panel then puts his hand into the Security Velca scanner. The scanner confirms his identity.

Phillip turns to Command personnel. He takes a deep breath. "I am Captain Phillip Shelan." He speaks to them in a serious tone. "Under article 414 Decca, I am taking command of this base."

Phillip turns his energies to effecting Scorpius release.

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ChianaGray
1/21/01
Shelan's Plan
IC:

Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly as he leaned over the view into Crichtons cell.

It was taking far too much time to get what he wanted. Crichton never ceased to seem to illude him even in his mind ... as strained and lost as it was becomming. Some things just didn't seem right to him. His implant was not responding apropriatley and Crichton was much too - disatisfying. He had expected allot less opposition than he was giving.

He sighed lightly to himself as Crichton sat as still as stone in the center of the floor. He had not moved for almost nine arns now. He blinked as Crichton suddenly began to scream, grasping the sides of his head.

"Please!" He cried out. "Stop talking to me! Stop talking to me!"

"John," Scorpius smiled as he opened his comm. "Perhaps if you just surrender to me where the prowler is..."

"I've tried everything!" Crichton weeped, laughing suddenly as he cupped his hands into his thys. "Just quiet, just for an arn. Please, just a few moments of privacy."

"The prowler, John."

"I - can't do that, Scorpius..." Crichton smirked as he cut his eyes to the screen and raised his index finger to him. "Bang! Bang! You're dead, did not, did too so iddy bop and beddy bop and bet it on you. Bang! Bang! You're dead..."

Scorpius cut off the screen with a disapointed sigh and turned.

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DeSaintPhalle
1/21/01
Shelan's Plan
IC:

"Ka D'argo?"

"What is it Pilot?" D'argo strides purposefully into command.

"We are receiving a transmission from a nearby ship." Pilot sends the broadcast to the monitor.

As Mokan appears, D'argo is at once cautious and pleased to see the warrior female.
Her luxan-like appearance quickly disarms his normally suspicious nature. "WHO are you?"

Mokan responds without a flinch, "a friend, of a friend of yours that needs your help."

D'argo recognized Mokan's riddle-like greeting as indication of her allegiance with the
resistance. However, she still had not answered his question.

"That only tells me what you are, not who." His UT hardened senses stood in the
way of a quick and easy alliance with Mokan. "What are your intentions?"

"As you well know, these are desparate times. I am unable to continue this
discussion in this manner. If you are still a 'friend,' you will meet me at the
coordinates that I am transmitting now." Mokan closed her broadcast, then
twisted her braids into a locked ponytail.

Shelan knew too much about them.
He would have to be neutralized.

****************

"Ka D'argo, Moya wants to know if we should set course using Mokan's coordinates?"
Pilot inquired as he continued monitoring, and multitasking.

"Yes Pilot, but get me any data you may have on her before we arrive."

D'argo immediately returned to the exercise room, where he and Jothee had been
practicing the proper use of the family qualta blade. After finding his son two
cycles earlier, he attempted to reintegrate them into Luxan society, but found it
hard to forget his lost shipmates.

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ChianaGray
1/21/01
Shelan's Plan
IC:

Dargo rested his eyes gently on the Jaboan. It had been a long time since he had seen the rich, creamed coffe color of thier race. Her copper eyes met his wildly, wide eyed as she came down to her knee and held her qualta before her tip down.

"Forgive me," She stated quietly. "I did not know you were a general."

"You may rise," he nodded slightly with a dark furrow in his brow as he crossed his arms. "Lieutenant."

She stood slowly, raising her head as she sucked in her breath through her nostrils. He seemed to smile as he came closer to her and gazed down into her eyes.

"I haven't seen a Luxan in a long time," she stated near trembeling as her eyes sparkled with tears that began to fall down her silent face. "Forgive me."

"I do understand," he nodded as he motioned her to escort him through her vessel. "I expect a full and well detailed briefing."

"I would give you no less." She spoke softly as she lead him down her halls and wiped her face.

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Half an arn later Mokan found herself stepping aboard the leviathen with caution. She gazed over the inside of the docking bay with curiosity, turning her gaze to the others of the living ships Crew as D'argo stepped out.

"Mokan," D'argo nodded to the others. "This is my son, Jothee, and this is Pau Zoto Zhaan, Stark and thier little one, Amber."

Mokan lowered her head slightly as she extended her fingertips from her chest to them.

"Khanai Mokan," she spoke quietly. "I'm a Jaboan of Luxia."

"I'm familiar with them," Zhaan nodded back cordialy. "There are Jaboans on Delvia as well."

"We cover allot of ground," Mokan smiled lightly and looked down at the light blue and golden youth between her and Stark who stared back with sun gold eyes. "Amber, she is already a Pau?"

"No," Zhaan blinked slowly with a small smile, her delicate features turning to concirn. "We understand Chiana is in some kind of trouble."

"Yes," Mokan shifted her head slightly as her gold brows sharpened with her sudden piercing glare. "But not her usual kind. She's well over her head this time."

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DeSaintPhalle

1/21/01

Shelan's Plan

IC:

Chiana stood in their bedroom, grateful to be home again, but weary from the latest
conflict. Changing her clothes, her body shuddered as she thought of how
she nearly allowed Shelan to ruin her marriage.

She felt John's warm reassuring presence behind her.

"I have something that belongs to you."

Before she could turn, he wrapped his arms around her. She turned into his embrace.
Taking her left hand, Crichton began to slide her wedding ring onto her hand again.
His blue eyes, spiked green as his emotions threatened to render him mute. "With
this ring..." His words were cut off as Chiana pulled him into a torrid kiss.

"Chiana...please...don't ever leave me again." John pleaded, as he choked on the
pain barely subdued from their last separation.

She walked forward, gently encouraging him to sit on the dressing room chair,
as she straddled him. John kissed the hollow point of her neck, then trailed
his tongue into her cleavage. Chiana squeezed her eyes closed, sighing
raggedly.

"John, it is no longer an option." She took his face between her hands. "You
are the other half of my soul." She took one of his hands, and placed it on
her abdomen. "Together we've made something beautiful of our love."

She placed her fingertips on his lips, as she sensed he wanted to ask how
she could know the father. "It doesn't matter, you are the only man I
will ever recognize as my mate, and father of my children." She wiped
the tears from his eyes. "Our child will know only that fact."

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Nhfearme

1/21/01

Shelan's Plan

IC:

Captain Shelan speaks authoritatively to the Command Staff. "Have the senior officers meet me in the board room for briefing! And scramble my personal ident code and the base frequency. We may have been compromised. Our security has been breached! An ex peacekeeper has used us as his personal recreation facility. Stop all men fitting this description."

The command staff stands at feared attention as Phillip commands them. Uncertain whether to move into duty, stand at fearful attention or run! They tremble.

Phillip busily inputs Hep's description at the Command Panel. "From now on the security will be run as tight as in Gammak articles! Understood?"

"That's what I said Pagar! Captain Shelan has taken command of the Planetary Base. He's locked it down and is scrambling codes and frequencies!" Hep says excitedly.

"Lord Crichton warned us that we may come under attack." Setig growls.

"Whatever he is planning? Will be big! He now has all Peacekeeper resources behind him." Hep says.

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ChianaGray

1/21/01

Shelan's Plan

IC:

Mokan stood with her arms crossed, observing every part of Moyas hull in the command center. Someone grasped her shoulder and she snatched the wrist twisting around with a sharp glare into Starks eyes as he half bent with a painful smile.

"I'll have that back," he grimanced, gasping as she let go and looked him over.

"Sneaking up on people can be a bad habit."

"Not sneaking," he smiled as he searched her eyes. "You're not much of a rouge for running with Chiana, are you?"

"I'm a merchant by trade," she muttered as she softened her eyes over his mask and touched it.

"One of Scorpiuses gifts." Stark smiled again. "I owe him more revenge than you could imagine."

"I can imagine," she nodded slightly without expression, turning her gaze to D'argo as he entered.

"We wait," D'argo sighed heavily with a dark scowl as he crossed his arms.

"I have Geyo watching every move." Mokan assured him. "Our system within the PK territory has over twenty contacts that Chiana presides over. No move will be missed."

"Chiana?"

"Yes," Mokan creased her brows slightly. "She is a true leader. She earned everything she's gained in the resistance. I learned to trust my instincts again because of her and mine say Shelan is going to try to strike Crichton again any time now. It is very important that Chiana is not harmed or exposed. She must remain hidden from Nebari Prime. I don't care about the human or this Phillip Shelan."

"The one Chiana forbade you to kill," D'argo stated angrily as he bore his eyes into her.

"I don't do everything I'm told, Kha D'argo." She smiled wryly as she narrowed her eyes. "But this time she wouldn't forgive me if I did. She wouldn't trust me."

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DeSaintPhalle

1/21/01

Shelan's Plan

IC:

John rested his head on her bosom. He knew they were going into
battle soon, but desired this moment to last for as long as it
could.

They both heard Jeriana's soft knock at the door, as she brought
in a carafe of portella, and carobutter teacakes, as requested by John.
Slowly, they disengaged as John took Chiana's hand, leading her
to their marriage bed.

~*~
I may be just a foolish dreamer
but I don't care
cause I know my happiness is waiting out there
somewhere
~*~

Chiana laid down on the bed and watched as John poured a glass of the
portella for them to share. He rubbed a piece of the sticky cake onto her
belly, then took a swallow of the portella before licking it off. He held
the glass to her lips, waiting until she grasped the stem.

He untied his boots, and removed his pants. Chiana helped him to remove
his shirt, as John slipped off her robe.

~*~
I'm searching for that silver lining.
Horizons that I've never seen.
Whoa, I'd like to take just a mo-ment
and dream my dream....
whoa...dream my dream...
~*~

Chiana began to whimper, as she realized that their freedom and happiness
would always be tested by the Shelan's of the universe. She knew that
John felt as she did. They just wanted to be left the frell alone. She
knew her duties in the resistance would not just disappear.

~*~
Whoa, whoa.....zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
where my mind, oh lord is fresh and clear
and I'll find the love that I long to see
where everybody can be
what they want to be...
~*~

"Mmm, baby...you taste so good. Just like honey." John attempted to
place her flat on her back. Chiana had other ideas, although it was
tough to resist anything John wanted to do to her. He made her weak
all over when he kissed her.

She leaned up, pushing him down onto the bed. Before John realized, he
was flat on his back. Chiana had straddled him again. She remained still
for a few microts, as she just absorbed his essence. John seemed to
know what she wanted from him, as he tried to steady the throbbing
in his center.

He closed his eyes, and let her tiny hands trace patterns on his chest.

~*~
Whoa I'd like to greet the sun each morning
and walk among the stars at night.

I'd like to know the taste of honey in my life
in my life...

Well I've shared so many pains
And I've played so many games

Aww, but everyone finds the right way
somehow
somewhere
some-day
~*~

Chiana poured some of the portella on his chest, and followed the
trail with her tongue, licking and leaving wet kisses everywhere.

John shivered, trembled and shuddered as she gave him the
most exquisite of attention.

~*~
Whoa, whoa.....zoom
I'd like... to fly far away from here
where my mind....can be fresh and clear
and I'll find the love that I long to see
people can be what they want to be

I'd like
to fly
away!
~*~
______________________________________
Music lyrics from "ZOOM" by Lionel Ritchie & The Commodores

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Nhfearme

1/21/01

Shelan's Plan

IC:

Captain Shelan hits the Comms and speaks to Rac'tarajin Command. "Have the senior officers report to the Planetary Base and meet for briefing in one arn! This is my last transmission using my personal ident code. For security reasons, my code has changed. All updates will return with Command Staff. All communiqué's are to be security Velca scramble!"

Phillip directs. "Maintain adherence to Gammak articles. Change orbital coordinates of the Rac'tarajin. Advise command staff. I am transmitting information on an ex peacekeeper, traitor who may try to infiltrate and breach our defenses."

The deck officer listens carefully and records the information on both data crystal and disc. He answers with a fearful, "Yes Sir, Captain, Sir."

Phillip's tone changes. "Have you found her yet?" He asks guardedly.

"No Sir." Comes the answer.

Phillip closes Comms and goes to his quarters to clean up. Suddenly he feels dirty. What he is planing will probably capture or kill every civilian and Scarran he has met during the past 8 solar days. He says a quiet prayer that Chiana will be protected.

Phillip places his new uniform on the chair and enters the fresher. Her memory still haunts him. He still holds hope that he can convince her to separate from Lord Crichton before Scorpius' levels his attack.

He thinks of how close to death she had come before and begins to cry. He puts his face into the fresher and cries for his lost love.

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John enjoys Chiana's sensuous kisses. He opens his eyes and lets them love her. His hand touches her, mingling their pleasures and bringing their desires to overflowing.

John pulls her to him in a sensuous kiss, holding her to him. He sighs in surrender to her touch, her kiss.

He kisses her neck. She moans with pleasure and begins to move with him. They kiss again with such passion. No one can kill their love!

His passion is mixed with sadness. Her life is in danger. He must give all of his love to her one last time! He turns her over on her side and looks at her, touching her as they move. Desiring her. He moves with slow deliberate thrusts as he watches her eyes.

She brings her leg up, over his shoulder and he holds her there. She swallows and closes her eyes to the pleasure he gives her. Her release is signaled by her building sighs. John watches her and smiles then closes his eyes, holding her in his heart.

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ChianaGray

1/21/01

Shelan's Plan

IC:

Chiana gasped as the door opened. Crichton rose to his feet, snatching up the pulse pistol from under the bed.

"Jamaica," he narrowed his eyes as Mokan entered the room. "What's going on?"

"A major lock up," Mokan shook her head. "Not a good thing. People are scattering left and right thinking a raid is comming. You could say it's too quiet in the forest. I've come to take Chiana to saftey."

"No," Chiana gaped at her as she pulled her robe over herself and looked to Crichton.

"She's right," Crichton barely spoke without straying his eyes from Mokan.

Chiana grasped him, holding him tightly for long moments. She drew up, kissing him softly on the neck. "I'm not leaving you again."

"You have to this time," Mokan spoke solemnly as she gathered Chianas cloaths. "Chiana. You've got to. Your saftey ... they know too much about you already because of Shelan."

Chiana tilted her head at Crichton as she allowed Mokan to pull her from him, tears forming in her eyes as he began to cry without moving.

"I'll find you again," she gaped at him solemnly.

"I'll be right here." He forced himself to speak as he touched her cheek and kissed her. "Right here."

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Chiana finished dressing in Mokans stealth fighter, her eyes narrowing as she saw them comming towards the planets moon.

"Where the frell is your ship?"

"Hiding," Mokan barely smiled with her eyes as she veered. "It won't be found."

"Where - " Chiana's lips parted, her eyes widening as she drew closer to the helm screen and tilted her head from one side to the other at Moya in a deep sigh of her breath. "You - you can't do this to me..."

"They are your friends," Mokan grumbled. "And I need thier help."

Chiana stared down distantly, gaping as she tilted her head again.

"D'argo."

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