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morgynleri) wrote2007-10-03 01:31 am
morgynleri) wrote2007-10-03 01:31 am
Entry tags:
Warrior Child; Farscape; Teen
Title: Warrior Child
Fandom: Farscape
Genres: Alternate Universe, Episode Related
AU: Teeg's Choice
Rating: Teen
Characters: Teeg, Bialar Crais, Talyn, Aeryn Sun
Word Count: 1278
Notes: Set after the events of Teeg's Choice, and a continuation of the story of what would happen if Teeg had chosen a different course of action in "That Old Black Magic".
Chapter 1/?
Chapter 2
Summary: The events of "Mind the Baby" go a little differently with three additional Peacekeepers on board Talyn. All loyal to Crais.
I was certain that the half-breed has damaged my captain while he had him in his custody. His behavior did not appear to be driven by the same madness that had overtaken him while he chased Crichton, but the erraticness of it remained. I had concerns about him, and more about the gunship, Talyn. A newborn has not ever been capable of responding to orders, not to my knowledge. Not even a newborn Leviathan, though they are more capable than the newborns of other species.
"Talyn!"
I kept my attention on the consoles, trying to determine the cause of the irrational behavior of the ship while my captain berated him. It would, for the most part, be more likely to be discernable than the root of Crais' behavior.
"Stop this senseless behavior!" He paced, looking up at the ceiling a moment as he continued, his voice firm and steady. "Your mother has gone, do you understand?"
He gave Talyn a moment to respond, continuing with a bit more frustration in his voice when Talyn burbled some response I could not translate. I didn't know how they communicated, only that my captain gave every impression of understanding the gunship's vocalizations.
"Moya has abandoned you."
That had been a poor choice of words; the gunship began to power up his engines after Crais had spoken. I reached out to rest a hand against the nearest suppor rib, trying to soothe Talyn, hoping he wouldn't break cover.
"Talyn, this isn't going to help anyone."
"What are you doing?" Crais was staring up at the bulkhead above us once more, ignoring my attempt to mitigate his ill-advised choice of words. "Power down your engines at once!"
"Sir, he's still just a child, younger than any cadet. Not all cadets learn to respond well to orders at the same time." I held his annoyed gaze for a long moment, and he took a deep breath, visibly attempting to calm down, to project an air of reason.
"Talyn, leaving the protection of the field right now is suicidal. I know you detest all this hiding. You're a gunship, a warrior. You want to move, to fight."
I doubted Talyn was the only one, but the rest of us had better control over our impulses. Or, at the least, our reactions to them. And Crais is no warrior, for all that he is a capable fighter; he is a scientist and strategist at heart. The two former Prowler pilots that complete our tiny crew, and Officer Sun, they're more likely to understand Talyn's instincts to fight. They, after all, are the soldiers among us.
"But you're not yet strong enough to take on a command carrier." Crais reached out to rest a hand against the nearest support rib, as I had a few microts earlier, imitating the soothing gestures that I attempted, without any better success.
I looked over at movement at the doors, spotting Officer Sun there. She'd returned, and I could hear the change in Talyn's burbling chirps at her presence.
"He's going beserk," Crais took his hand from the rib, stalking towards Officer Sun. "Talk to him."
She looked over at me, raising an eyebrow in askance even as she stepped to the lowered bulkhead. "Talyn. What's the matter?"
"He will not explain to us what is the matter. His behavior is irrational at the moment." I ignored her glare as I spoke. "It would be beneficial if he were to show us, rather than wait for you to return in order to do so."
"Talyn, would you do as Lieutenant Teeg has asked?" Officer Sun rubbed a hand along the bulkhead she spoke, like soothing a fretful child. "There's no need to be afraid, I'm here. So are Crais and Teeg. Please, let us see what's upsetting you."
The communications console switched on, and we could all hear the noise that was bombarding him. I felt a chill run down my spine, recognizing the tactic for what it was.
"Broadband trasmissions." Officer Sun approached the console, Crais beside her. "Random noises mixed with distortion spikes."
"Scorpius, sir." I drew Crais' attention. "A tactic he spoke of using before I left the command carrier. I had told the crew not to implement it when he suggested it."
"I see."
Officer Sun pressed her lips together before speaking to the gunship again. "Talyn, these signals mean nothing." She reached up to touch the bulkhead again, a gesture which I wondered if perhaps had a greater impact than the touch of hand to the support ribs. "They're intended to alarm you, and make you run."
"Talyn, do not play into the hands of your enemy." Crais' voice overlapped Officer Sun's, the firm tone very like the instructors for the older cadets, those who had passed the tests for officer training. "Remain right where you are. You're.. brave enough to do that." His tone gentled, and I raised a mental eyebrow. "Aren't you?"
I relaxed slightly when the engines powered down, keeping my attention on the scanners for any unusual activity. Even if Scorpius is merely using the tactic he suggested earlier, it would not do well for us to underestimate him. A marauder or a prowler would show up in enough time for us to avoid them.
"Talyn, excuse us a moment." Crais ushered Officer Sun to the alcove at the front of command, their voices low, but still audible as they spoke.
"D'Argo has regained consciousness. He and Crichton are eager to leave." Officer Sun leaned against the ledge under the observation port, Crais resting a hand against the rib to one side, keeping her in the alcove. She looked over her shoulder, glancing first at him, then at me. "And don't either of you suggest we abandon them, because that wasn't part of our agreement."
"We.. can't leave, just yet. Talyn is still too immature. No weapons, no starburst, and he continues to ignore my commands."
It was as if he had already forgotten what I had said earlier. Cadets all differ slightly, though if Talyn cannot learn to obey orders, I doubt that what happens to cadets of such mind would happen to him. My captain put too much of his time into the gunship project for him to terminate Talyn for one small flaw.
"You can't command a Leviathan, Crais." Officer Sun had a smug smile on her face, reflected in the viewport, and I frowned. "You can only persuade."
"Talyn is part Leviathan, part Peacekeeper." Crais leaned away from her, meeting my reflected frown with a raised eyebrow. "He was designed to take orders."
"Bred like you or I, Officer Sun, to be a soldier, a warrior." I added my own observation in the silence. "Perhaps only a cadet now, but so were we all once."
She turned, and Crais stepped back slightly, leaving a line of sight between her and I.
"Let me talk to him, Crais. Alone."
"No. I am unwilling to relinquish command of Talyn."
"You share it well enough." She nodded towards me, and I narrowed my eyes.
"I obey my captain, Officer Sun. I do not share the command with him. Nor would I."
I would not, I think, do badly with a ship of the size Talyn was, or Crais expected him to become, nor with the crew compliment that would entail, but I did not feel ready for another taste of command yet. Not with Scorpius waiting for us to make a mistake, and more yet to learn from my captain.
She left microts later, the prowler arcing gracefully away towards the asteroid where she'd desposited the Luxan and Crichton earlier.
On Terra Firma
LJ, AO3, my website
Fandom: Farscape
Genres: Alternate Universe, Episode Related
AU: Teeg's Choice
Rating: Teen
Characters: Teeg, Bialar Crais, Talyn, Aeryn Sun
Word Count: 1278
Notes: Set after the events of Teeg's Choice, and a continuation of the story of what would happen if Teeg had chosen a different course of action in "That Old Black Magic".
Chapter 1/?
Chapter 2
Summary: The events of "Mind the Baby" go a little differently with three additional Peacekeepers on board Talyn. All loyal to Crais.
I was certain that the half-breed has damaged my captain while he had him in his custody. His behavior did not appear to be driven by the same madness that had overtaken him while he chased Crichton, but the erraticness of it remained. I had concerns about him, and more about the gunship, Talyn. A newborn has not ever been capable of responding to orders, not to my knowledge. Not even a newborn Leviathan, though they are more capable than the newborns of other species.
"Talyn!"
I kept my attention on the consoles, trying to determine the cause of the irrational behavior of the ship while my captain berated him. It would, for the most part, be more likely to be discernable than the root of Crais' behavior.
"Stop this senseless behavior!" He paced, looking up at the ceiling a moment as he continued, his voice firm and steady. "Your mother has gone, do you understand?"
He gave Talyn a moment to respond, continuing with a bit more frustration in his voice when Talyn burbled some response I could not translate. I didn't know how they communicated, only that my captain gave every impression of understanding the gunship's vocalizations.
"Moya has abandoned you."
That had been a poor choice of words; the gunship began to power up his engines after Crais had spoken. I reached out to rest a hand against the nearest suppor rib, trying to soothe Talyn, hoping he wouldn't break cover.
"Talyn, this isn't going to help anyone."
"What are you doing?" Crais was staring up at the bulkhead above us once more, ignoring my attempt to mitigate his ill-advised choice of words. "Power down your engines at once!"
"Sir, he's still just a child, younger than any cadet. Not all cadets learn to respond well to orders at the same time." I held his annoyed gaze for a long moment, and he took a deep breath, visibly attempting to calm down, to project an air of reason.
"Talyn, leaving the protection of the field right now is suicidal. I know you detest all this hiding. You're a gunship, a warrior. You want to move, to fight."
I doubted Talyn was the only one, but the rest of us had better control over our impulses. Or, at the least, our reactions to them. And Crais is no warrior, for all that he is a capable fighter; he is a scientist and strategist at heart. The two former Prowler pilots that complete our tiny crew, and Officer Sun, they're more likely to understand Talyn's instincts to fight. They, after all, are the soldiers among us.
"But you're not yet strong enough to take on a command carrier." Crais reached out to rest a hand against the nearest support rib, as I had a few microts earlier, imitating the soothing gestures that I attempted, without any better success.
I looked over at movement at the doors, spotting Officer Sun there. She'd returned, and I could hear the change in Talyn's burbling chirps at her presence.
"He's going beserk," Crais took his hand from the rib, stalking towards Officer Sun. "Talk to him."
She looked over at me, raising an eyebrow in askance even as she stepped to the lowered bulkhead. "Talyn. What's the matter?"
"He will not explain to us what is the matter. His behavior is irrational at the moment." I ignored her glare as I spoke. "It would be beneficial if he were to show us, rather than wait for you to return in order to do so."
"Talyn, would you do as Lieutenant Teeg has asked?" Officer Sun rubbed a hand along the bulkhead she spoke, like soothing a fretful child. "There's no need to be afraid, I'm here. So are Crais and Teeg. Please, let us see what's upsetting you."
The communications console switched on, and we could all hear the noise that was bombarding him. I felt a chill run down my spine, recognizing the tactic for what it was.
"Broadband trasmissions." Officer Sun approached the console, Crais beside her. "Random noises mixed with distortion spikes."
"Scorpius, sir." I drew Crais' attention. "A tactic he spoke of using before I left the command carrier. I had told the crew not to implement it when he suggested it."
"I see."
Officer Sun pressed her lips together before speaking to the gunship again. "Talyn, these signals mean nothing." She reached up to touch the bulkhead again, a gesture which I wondered if perhaps had a greater impact than the touch of hand to the support ribs. "They're intended to alarm you, and make you run."
"Talyn, do not play into the hands of your enemy." Crais' voice overlapped Officer Sun's, the firm tone very like the instructors for the older cadets, those who had passed the tests for officer training. "Remain right where you are. You're.. brave enough to do that." His tone gentled, and I raised a mental eyebrow. "Aren't you?"
I relaxed slightly when the engines powered down, keeping my attention on the scanners for any unusual activity. Even if Scorpius is merely using the tactic he suggested earlier, it would not do well for us to underestimate him. A marauder or a prowler would show up in enough time for us to avoid them.
"Talyn, excuse us a moment." Crais ushered Officer Sun to the alcove at the front of command, their voices low, but still audible as they spoke.
"D'Argo has regained consciousness. He and Crichton are eager to leave." Officer Sun leaned against the ledge under the observation port, Crais resting a hand against the rib to one side, keeping her in the alcove. She looked over her shoulder, glancing first at him, then at me. "And don't either of you suggest we abandon them, because that wasn't part of our agreement."
"We.. can't leave, just yet. Talyn is still too immature. No weapons, no starburst, and he continues to ignore my commands."
It was as if he had already forgotten what I had said earlier. Cadets all differ slightly, though if Talyn cannot learn to obey orders, I doubt that what happens to cadets of such mind would happen to him. My captain put too much of his time into the gunship project for him to terminate Talyn for one small flaw.
"You can't command a Leviathan, Crais." Officer Sun had a smug smile on her face, reflected in the viewport, and I frowned. "You can only persuade."
"Talyn is part Leviathan, part Peacekeeper." Crais leaned away from her, meeting my reflected frown with a raised eyebrow. "He was designed to take orders."
"Bred like you or I, Officer Sun, to be a soldier, a warrior." I added my own observation in the silence. "Perhaps only a cadet now, but so were we all once."
She turned, and Crais stepped back slightly, leaving a line of sight between her and I.
"Let me talk to him, Crais. Alone."
"No. I am unwilling to relinquish command of Talyn."
"You share it well enough." She nodded towards me, and I narrowed my eyes.
"I obey my captain, Officer Sun. I do not share the command with him. Nor would I."
I would not, I think, do badly with a ship of the size Talyn was, or Crais expected him to become, nor with the crew compliment that would entail, but I did not feel ready for another taste of command yet. Not with Scorpius waiting for us to make a mistake, and more yet to learn from my captain.
She left microts later, the prowler arcing gracefully away towards the asteroid where she'd desposited the Luxan and Crichton earlier.
On Terra Firma
LJ, AO3, my website