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In which the universe is almost destroyed but there's a mostly happy ending. )
Stark had had enough of all this and wanting nothing more than some peace, felt he could not stay. He made his goodbyes, murmured as many blessings as he knew over tiny D'Argo Sun Crichton, and took a transport pod, hoping to go back to another home. He would have stayed for Chiana's sake, but she didn't want his assistance or interference in her grief and he knew he wouldn't be of much assistance in any rebuilding efforts that might occur. Instead he would try to get back to the island. He had missed Fandom ever since he left, and now seemed a perfect time to return. He felt like he needed to be back there, for some reason, moreso than he had in quite a long time.

[So, that's PK Wars except for Stark's final scene because, I'm sorry, being forced to take someone's soul and knowledge into your head against your will and then watching the universe nearly destroyed does NOT EQUAL finding your own inner peace. Plus, think of all the glowy icons no longer usable if Stark stops glowing as he seems to at the end. Makes no sense to me, so I skip it.]
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In which Stark marries a couple, gets slapped for his troubles, and somehow almost everyone escapes alive. Almost everyone. )

[I know. 3 in a row is a lot but I'm done for the night, I promise. 1 more tomorrow and that's it for PK Wars and all of Stark's canon appearances. Really. No more spamming from me. And really, since when do I ever post this much? Who am I and what did I do with me?]
stykera: (bad day)
A long delayed continuation. During which things get even worse, because this is Farscape. )

[I don't even know why this is taking such a ridiculous amount of time for me. Also, I hate that they did that to Stark in PK Wars. It was just CRUEL. Dialogue and such taken from a transcript of hour 2 of PK Wars. Stark's internal babble, all me. Will the next installment take two months? I HOPE NOT. Someone just poke me with a stick or something, will you?]
stykera: (kick the stark!)
Once aboard the Scarran ship, Stark and the others were led into a detention area and scanned for weapons. There were rather a lot of those amongst this group.

And then more unpleasantness )

[In just under the wire. Whee.]
stykera: (kick the stark!)
Having landed on Arnessk, Stark and the travelers from Moya headed in what they hoped was the direction of the Eidelon temple.

And one of them was molested by a crazed wild woman but that's not really important here. )

[Life sucks in the UTs, yes it does. Particularly for anyone who's ever spent time on Moya. Dialogue pulled from a PK Wars transcript. More unpleasantness to come, because Kemper and Rockne are crueler than I could ever be.]
stykera: (inna box redux)
Eventually, the Hynerian and the Traskan find what, and who, they have been searching for. It wasn't quite so simple as that. Things are never as simple as that. There had been Charrids and Kalish and Scarrans to avoid and various other parts of the plan to implement, but eventually the pair had found the correct room and the box within it. And then, of course, there had been more people to avoid and a bit of hiding behind said box.


And then... )


[A whoooole lot of this is borrowed and adapted from transcripts of episode 4.21 "We're So Screwed: La Bomba." The middle bit is all me.]
stykera: (Inna box!)
Inside his box, Stark dreams. What else is there to do when you were in forced stasis?

Dream a little dream... )

But dreams, like all things, end.

[See? I can still be nice to the poor emo alien. Sort of.]
stykera: (bad day)
Once again, Stark had sat in his cell for what seemed like forever. It might have been forever, for all he knew. Time wasn't such a fixed constant as people believed; Stark knew that well enough by now. It might have been days that he sat there, staring at the walls. It might have been weekens. Food still didn't come at regular intervals. He wasn't being starved. He was just always hungry. At least, with Scorpy, there had been food and water most of the time. And there had been the Chair. "The Chair the Chair remember the Chair..." Stark's voice trailed off as he realized what he was saying. First he missed food cubes, now he was almost wishing for an Aurora Chair to break up the tedium of endless arns in this cell. Maybe everyone was right and he'd been crazy all along. He felt crazy now.

The door opened then, interrupting thoughts of sanity or a lack thereof. This time it was food, or what passed for food here. And there was food, regularly even, for a few solar days after that. Stark was suspicious, but this was better than no food and so he ate.

Inna box! (Finally?) )

Had Stark been conscious, he would have been muttering to himself about how he never should have left the island in the first place and how snow monsters and zombies were infinitely superior to Scarrans. But he wasn't conscious and so there was no muttering.


[Emo aliens do not get holiday breaks. Or something like that. At least he got a shiny box for the holiday?]
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It was harder to measure the passage of time when trapped in a dark cell, particularly when those who locked you up weren't concerned with such things as regular rations of food and water. Stark wasn't sure how long it had been since he came to the base, or how long it had been since the last time a guard appeared with food or water. It had been long enough since the last visit that Stark was beginning to miss food cubes.

And you know the situation is dire when you miss food cubes )

[Yep, still mean to my alien. Still blaming canon for it. Oh season 4, look what you make me do.]

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