By: LeatherGirl

Disclaimer: I do not own Farscape or anything associated with Farscape. I'm just an obsessed fan70;;) And if you don't get it by the end of this little piece, I wrote it somewhat in the style of "The Little Engine That Could".

I dedicate this little article to the cast and crew that makes Farscape the true masterpiece that it is.

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It all started simply with a twinkle in Rockne O' Bannon's eye.

He couldn't get rid of the twinkle.

It was always there, itching, burning, nagging him to do something more.

Finally, Rockne succumbed and created a brain fart known as "Space Chase".

"Space Chase" soon became "Farscape" and the magical twinkle began to grow.

David Kemper, Justin Monjo, Froony, and a few other crazed acquaintances joined forces with Rockne.

The magic began to stir.

The little show began to grow.

The greatest minds melded together and the most magnificent resources came to play.

The Creature Shop revealed puppets more life-like than not.

Animal Logic brought forth worlds never before imagined.

Make-up artists and costume designers emerged from the stitches of life70;er well, they came and knocked on the door of Rockne anyway.

The lighting department merged together to shine mysterious, colorful rays onto the sets70;accenting the mood and feel of the show.

An amazing soundtrack was orchestrated, mixed, and warped into the sound that is only Farscape.

And then came the post-production team to finalize and beautify the final product.

The magic began to glow.

The little show began to shine.

The show began to play onto the airwaves.

Fans, dedicated Scapers and Shippers, began to appear.

They materialized everywhere, creating new sights and wonders for others to enjoy on the Internet, when the show itself wasn't actually being broadcast.

An obsession began.

The show warped and metamorphosized.

The magic began to pulsate.

The little show had become the sun to our Earth.

Farscape challenged the boundaries of our imaginations from the beginning.

The show flew past all restraints and still managed to stay within budget.

Rockne was shocked.

Or at least every time Froony would stun him with some live cables.

The seasons matured, and so did the cast and crew.

People and aliens came and went.

The actors and actresses became their characters.

Even David had to order Ben not to take home the pulse pistol.

The magic was intent.

The little show wasn't so little anymore.

Inspiration, obsession, and mind-bending originality sparked a commotion amongst the Scapers.

They began to write remarkable fan fiction.

They created astonishing web sites.

They traveled the lengths of the globe to see the twinkle in Rockne's eye.

Was it still there?

The fans also criticized, complained, and cried at the good and the bad.

Aeryn died.

She came back.

We screamed and hollered.

Zhaan died.

She didn't come back.

We cried.

The episodes continued to be split up into long breaks such as a four-month hiatus.

We ranted.

TPTB could do nothing.

And yet we remained.

The magic began to stir once again.

The little show became big.

Politics stepped in to disrupt the dream that was Farscape.

Criticism tried to destroy our dream.

The Internet exploded with Farscape topics:

Why did they do that?

Who do they think they are?

Why am I complaining about this anyway70;it's just a TV show?!

Ratings bounced around.

Setbacks plagued the show:

Talyn suffered a fire.

Virginia had to leave.

The fans cried again.

Did Rockne and company listen?

Was Farscape beaten?

The magic was still stirring.

And the big show was getting even better.

The right combination had seasoned so well that everything played together in tune like an orchestra.

Every instrument, or cast member, was key with his or her own unique, magically harmonious sound.

The actors shined to the best of their talents.

The production crews created masterpieces beyond expectations.

The puppets didn't go on strike and they didn't complain.

The fans became mature70;some even became masters of their obsession.

The magic was boiling.

The big show was becoming phenomenal.

The Scapers would cry

"No more! No more!

You can't do this to our crew!"

The writers of Farscape wriggled their fingers and chuckled in response

"We can! We can! We can!"

The magic was spattering onto the walls.

The big show was shimmering like an aurora in the night sky.

Farscape touched hearts in ways that would never be known.

Fans drew together, like a family of no other dedication and support.

Lives were changed forever.

It was simply a show, an idea, thought Rockne.

A single tear dimmed the twinkle in his eye.

The magic exploded.

The big show became a legend.

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Farscape brings tears to our eyes.

It ignites the flame that fuels our anger.

It elates our hearts with pure joy.

It distresses us to the point of obsession.

It even keeps our fingernails brittle and our hair matted from worry and stress.

Farscape is the show that can and will.

It will continue to break boundaries.

It will continue to shine.

It will continue to amaze.

Thank you to everyone who makes Farscape the magic that it is.

Each and every individual who is employed to make this show work:

From the janitor who must clean up the red and blue Jell-O goo

To the secretary who must peel Rockne off of his leather chair for another dreaded meeting with the writers.

I love this show!