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Rygel was onboard his captured Peacekeeper flagship. Aeryn and Crichton had taken off in their prowlers. The three Hynerian ships staffed by the Order of the First were strategically positioned. Jothee, Noranti, Chiana, the baby, and Stark remained onboard Moya where they were currently receiving another transmission from the Dominar.
“All right, do all you yotzes know your part?”
Chiana, hands on her hips and an annoyed expression on her face, answered for everyone. “Yes, Rygel. Just like we did the last ten times you asked.”
“Can we just get on with it,” Jothee sighed.
Stark’s sigh was quieter. He wasn’t convinced this plan would work. He wasn’t convinced they weren’t all going to end up imprisoned, again, or worse.
“Pilot,” Rygel continued, unfazed, “does Moya understand-”
“Yes, Your Eminence,” Pilot answered. “Moya is prepared to implement her part of your plan.”
“Buckwheat,” Crichton interrupted from his prowler, “will you take a chill pill already? We’re good to go. Let’s do this thing.”
“Very well,” Rygel sniffed. “Hyneria Prime out.”
There was nothing to do on Moya, at the moment, besides wait.
“How are you doing, Chiana?” Jothee asked.
“Well, I finally got the dungeon smell out of my clothes,” she told him. “Ha. Stark almost smiled again.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Not quite what I meant,” Jothee said. “I-”
“I miss him too,” Chiana said. “But I’m okay. I’m better than I was. When we were-”
“I remember exactly what we were doing,” Jothee said with a soft laugh. “I miss him too. But I can’t think of a better tribute to D’Argo than to do something incredibly stupid to help a friend.”
“Me neither,” Chiana agreed. “And I think Stark almost smiled at that, too.”
( Will this plan work? )
Meanwhile, back on Moya, they had yet to Starburst because they were still waiting for the two prowlers to return. They were expecting two prowlers. They weren’t expecting anything else. This was Moya. They should have known better.
( It was never simple. Never. )
[Shockingly still NFB for distance. Saddest alien does have his phone still but he’s a bit preoccupied at the moment because it’s just always a frelling crisis on Moya, isn’t it? Adapted from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Hynerian Rhapsody.”]
“All right, do all you yotzes know your part?”
Chiana, hands on her hips and an annoyed expression on her face, answered for everyone. “Yes, Rygel. Just like we did the last ten times you asked.”
“Can we just get on with it,” Jothee sighed.
Stark’s sigh was quieter. He wasn’t convinced this plan would work. He wasn’t convinced they weren’t all going to end up imprisoned, again, or worse.
“Pilot,” Rygel continued, unfazed, “does Moya understand-”
“Yes, Your Eminence,” Pilot answered. “Moya is prepared to implement her part of your plan.”
“Buckwheat,” Crichton interrupted from his prowler, “will you take a chill pill already? We’re good to go. Let’s do this thing.”
“Very well,” Rygel sniffed. “Hyneria Prime out.”
There was nothing to do on Moya, at the moment, besides wait.
“How are you doing, Chiana?” Jothee asked.
“Well, I finally got the dungeon smell out of my clothes,” she told him. “Ha. Stark almost smiled again.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Not quite what I meant,” Jothee said. “I-”
“I miss him too,” Chiana said. “But I’m okay. I’m better than I was. When we were-”
“I remember exactly what we were doing,” Jothee said with a soft laugh. “I miss him too. But I can’t think of a better tribute to D’Argo than to do something incredibly stupid to help a friend.”
“Me neither,” Chiana agreed. “And I think Stark almost smiled at that, too.”
( Will this plan work? )
Meanwhile, back on Moya, they had yet to Starburst because they were still waiting for the two prowlers to return. They were expecting two prowlers. They weren’t expecting anything else. This was Moya. They should have known better.
( It was never simple. Never. )
[Shockingly still NFB for distance. Saddest alien does have his phone still but he’s a bit preoccupied at the moment because it’s just always a frelling crisis on Moya, isn’t it? Adapted from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Hynerian Rhapsody.”]