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A Prison Cell on the Hynerian Palace Planet (mostly)
Stark, Jothee, Chiana, Crichton, and Aeryn remained in their cell. The threatened trial and execution had not come to pass, clearly, though whether those events were delayed or canceled was a mystery to all of the prisoners.
Baby D’Argo remained in Scorpius’s custody and out of the reach of his parents.
Moya, unbeknownst to everyone else besides Pilot and Noranti, had starburst away temporarily to escape Bishan’s fleet.
Rygel, also unbeknownst to everyone else, was currently imprisoned on a Peacekeeper ship headed to, in the words of one of the Hynerian guards on board “somewhere they won’t never find him.”
“How long have we been in here now?” Jothee asked.
“Four solar days,” Chiana answered.
“Too long,” Stark said under his breath. Chiana reached over and patted his arm absently. Stark muttering was better than Stark going completely silent. Probably.
“So that means Aeryn and I have been in here for three,” Crichton said.
“Too long,” Stark said again. “Rygel is gone. We’re all still trapped and there’s no one left to help and we’re still here.”
“And they’ve got my son,” Aeryn snapped at him.
“I know that!” Stark said, voice growing more desperate with each word. “I know Scorpius has him and I know they’ve taken Rygel somewhere and I know we’re trapped and I know there’s nothing I can do about any of it! Of course I know that!”
Crichton held up a hand, opened his mouth, and then the cell door opened. “Oh great. Mutt and Jeff are back.”
“Shut up, Sebacean. You and your woman, on your feet,” the guard still brandishing Jothee’s qualta blade grunted.
“First off,” Crichton said, “I ain’t Sebacean. Second, we stand up too fast in here we crack our heads open.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Jothee, Chiana, and Stark were all poised to move as well but the guard took a threatening step toward them. “Just the happy couple. You three stay here.”
“Where are you taking them?” Jothee asked, eyes on his blade.
“That’s not your problem half-breed,” the guard sneered, waving the couple out the door in front of him. “Move it, you two!”
The other three were left in the cell while John and Aeryn were escorted to their waiting child and Scorpius.
The baby was fine and was in fact being treated far better than anyone else in their party. When they were brought to him he was surrounded by caretakers, toys, and looking happy. Aeryn and Crichton rushed toward him, naturally, but were stopped by the combination of a force field, guards, and Scorpius.
Scorpius wanted to know why they were there. What they planned to do. Why they were interfering with his plans yet again. And he couldn’t resist explaining why he was there though neither Crichton nor Aeryn had any sympathy for his tale of woe about the Peacekeepers falling apart after the end of the war with the Scarrans. Scorpius, for his part, didn’t believe their claims that they had only come here for Rygel and no interest in Scorpius or his plans as Bishan’s minister of warfare. Scorpius was so disbelieving, in fact, that he opted to try strangling the baby in order to get Crichton to admit his actual plans. This would prove to be a tactical error and achieved nothing other than making the child’s parents even more furious and determined to get him back.
Furious and determined enough to overpower the guards tasked with returning them to their cell and the ones who were meant to be bringing baby D’Argo to a cell of his own. They’d been overdue for a jailbreak, really.
Once the baby was secured and they’d stripped the guards of their weapons and made sure they weren’t going to be any further threat, Crichton and Aeryn opened the cell door and ushered their friends out into the corridor.
“Hey kids, miss us?” Crichton asked.
Chiana’s answer was to fling herself at the two of them with a delighted yell.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Jothee followed more sedately before picking up his qualta blade and advancing on the guard who had been keeping it from him. “A Luxan warrior, even a halfbreed like me, keeps his promises, Hynerian. Too bad you learned that one too late.”
Stark hung back for a moment, needing to be coaxed out by Crichton. “C’mon man. We’re good but we gotta move. Let’s blow this pop stand before they figure out we’re gone. Here. Got your gun back.”
Stark grabbed for the gun, cradling it against his chest for a moment before nodding. “Right. Fine. Maybe we don’t die in a cell, anyway.”
“The transport pod’s just outside the city,” Aeryn said. “Keep up.”
[Still NFB for distance, still NFI because the saddest alien’s life took a sharp downhill turn in mid-January and hasn’t really improved since. Adapted from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Yes, That’s Our Baby.”]
Baby D’Argo remained in Scorpius’s custody and out of the reach of his parents.
Moya, unbeknownst to everyone else besides Pilot and Noranti, had starburst away temporarily to escape Bishan’s fleet.
Rygel, also unbeknownst to everyone else, was currently imprisoned on a Peacekeeper ship headed to, in the words of one of the Hynerian guards on board “somewhere they won’t never find him.”
“How long have we been in here now?” Jothee asked.
“Four solar days,” Chiana answered.
“Too long,” Stark said under his breath. Chiana reached over and patted his arm absently. Stark muttering was better than Stark going completely silent. Probably.
“So that means Aeryn and I have been in here for three,” Crichton said.
“Too long,” Stark said again. “Rygel is gone. We’re all still trapped and there’s no one left to help and we’re still here.”
“And they’ve got my son,” Aeryn snapped at him.
“I know that!” Stark said, voice growing more desperate with each word. “I know Scorpius has him and I know they’ve taken Rygel somewhere and I know we’re trapped and I know there’s nothing I can do about any of it! Of course I know that!”
Crichton held up a hand, opened his mouth, and then the cell door opened. “Oh great. Mutt and Jeff are back.”
“Shut up, Sebacean. You and your woman, on your feet,” the guard still brandishing Jothee’s qualta blade grunted.
“First off,” Crichton said, “I ain’t Sebacean. Second, we stand up too fast in here we crack our heads open.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Jothee, Chiana, and Stark were all poised to move as well but the guard took a threatening step toward them. “Just the happy couple. You three stay here.”
“Where are you taking them?” Jothee asked, eyes on his blade.
“That’s not your problem half-breed,” the guard sneered, waving the couple out the door in front of him. “Move it, you two!”
The other three were left in the cell while John and Aeryn were escorted to their waiting child and Scorpius.
The baby was fine and was in fact being treated far better than anyone else in their party. When they were brought to him he was surrounded by caretakers, toys, and looking happy. Aeryn and Crichton rushed toward him, naturally, but were stopped by the combination of a force field, guards, and Scorpius.
Scorpius wanted to know why they were there. What they planned to do. Why they were interfering with his plans yet again. And he couldn’t resist explaining why he was there though neither Crichton nor Aeryn had any sympathy for his tale of woe about the Peacekeepers falling apart after the end of the war with the Scarrans. Scorpius, for his part, didn’t believe their claims that they had only come here for Rygel and no interest in Scorpius or his plans as Bishan’s minister of warfare. Scorpius was so disbelieving, in fact, that he opted to try strangling the baby in order to get Crichton to admit his actual plans. This would prove to be a tactical error and achieved nothing other than making the child’s parents even more furious and determined to get him back.
Furious and determined enough to overpower the guards tasked with returning them to their cell and the ones who were meant to be bringing baby D’Argo to a cell of his own. They’d been overdue for a jailbreak, really.
Once the baby was secured and they’d stripped the guards of their weapons and made sure they weren’t going to be any further threat, Crichton and Aeryn opened the cell door and ushered their friends out into the corridor.
“Hey kids, miss us?” Crichton asked.
Chiana’s answer was to fling herself at the two of them with a delighted yell.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Jothee followed more sedately before picking up his qualta blade and advancing on the guard who had been keeping it from him. “A Luxan warrior, even a halfbreed like me, keeps his promises, Hynerian. Too bad you learned that one too late.”
Stark hung back for a moment, needing to be coaxed out by Crichton. “C’mon man. We’re good but we gotta move. Let’s blow this pop stand before they figure out we’re gone. Here. Got your gun back.”
Stark grabbed for the gun, cradling it against his chest for a moment before nodding. “Right. Fine. Maybe we don’t die in a cell, anyway.”
“The transport pod’s just outside the city,” Aeryn said. “Keep up.”
[Still NFB for distance, still NFI because the saddest alien’s life took a sharp downhill turn in mid-January and hasn’t really improved since. Adapted from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Yes, That’s Our Baby.”]