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On Moya, no longer in Scarran space (yay)
They all made it back, relatively safely, aboard Moya. And, because they were all still the same people even after everything, they fled.
**
Stark was with Noranti and Rygel in Pilot's Den.
"I...never thought I'd see you again, Stark." Pilot likely would have smiled if his face were capable of such things.
"And I always believed I would," Stark replied. That was the way the universe worked, it seemed. People were always coming back. Stark, especially, always seemed to be returning to somewhere.
"It is a pleasure to have you aboard," Pilot said.
Noranti grinned at this exchange, for reasons known only to Noranti.
Rygel had more pressing concerns. "Time for another starburst, Pilot?"
"Moya and I believe four is enough," Pilot answered mildly. "She's tired and there's no evidence that anyone is pursuing us."
"The Scarrans must still be too busy on Katratzi," Stark said. And of course they would be. As always, Moya's inhabitants had left a swath of destruction in their wake.
"They got off easy," Rygel said.
Noranti grinned again and Stark smiled back at her, more because it was nice to have someone smiling at him again than anything else."And, to celebrate the victory," Noranti said, "I shall cook a voluptuous Caspitian haunch stew."
"Ahhh!" Rygel, unsurprisingly, approved wholeheartedly. There was food involved, it wasn't like he was going to object.
**
There were other conversations with other shipmates at other times. Stark didn't ask what had happened to his friends since last he saw them. They didn't ask where he'd been. It was easier that way.
Things were normal, or what passed for normal on Moya most times. But it isn't so simple as that. It's never so simple as that. Of course Stark was happy to be back on Moya. Of course he was glad to see his friends again. Of course it was a relief to be safe and free, for now. But it wasn't right. Things (and people) were missing here. Things (and people) had changed too much and not enough. Moya was a fine place to be, but Moya wasn't home. Not anymore. Someday this might be home again, but not now. Not yet.
[The bit under the cut mostly from transcripts of episode 4.21 "We're So Screwed: La Bomba." Also, the internet tells me that my show premiered 9 years ago today.]
**
Stark was with Noranti and Rygel in Pilot's Den.
"I...never thought I'd see you again, Stark." Pilot likely would have smiled if his face were capable of such things.
"And I always believed I would," Stark replied. That was the way the universe worked, it seemed. People were always coming back. Stark, especially, always seemed to be returning to somewhere.
"It is a pleasure to have you aboard," Pilot said.
Noranti grinned at this exchange, for reasons known only to Noranti.
Rygel had more pressing concerns. "Time for another starburst, Pilot?"
"Moya and I believe four is enough," Pilot answered mildly. "She's tired and there's no evidence that anyone is pursuing us."
"The Scarrans must still be too busy on Katratzi," Stark said. And of course they would be. As always, Moya's inhabitants had left a swath of destruction in their wake.
"They got off easy," Rygel said.
Noranti grinned again and Stark smiled back at her, more because it was nice to have someone smiling at him again than anything else."And, to celebrate the victory," Noranti said, "I shall cook a voluptuous Caspitian haunch stew."
"Ahhh!" Rygel, unsurprisingly, approved wholeheartedly. There was food involved, it wasn't like he was going to object.
**
There were other conversations with other shipmates at other times. Stark didn't ask what had happened to his friends since last he saw them. They didn't ask where he'd been. It was easier that way.
Things were normal, or what passed for normal on Moya most times. But it isn't so simple as that. It's never so simple as that. Of course Stark was happy to be back on Moya. Of course he was glad to see his friends again. Of course it was a relief to be safe and free, for now. But it wasn't right. Things (and people) were missing here. Things (and people) had changed too much and not enough. Moya was a fine place to be, but Moya wasn't home. Not anymore. Someday this might be home again, but not now. Not yet.
[The bit under the cut mostly from transcripts of episode 4.21 "We're So Screwed: La Bomba." Also, the internet tells me that my show premiered 9 years ago today.]