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.
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"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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