Rating: R

Spoilers: Yes.

Note: This is a crossover story of Farscape and Babylon 5.

Disclaimer: I did not create Farscape, the universe of Farscape, or its characters. Nor did I create the universe of Babylon 5 and its characters. I merely borrowed them for this story, for which I will receive no monetary compensation. No infringement of copyright intended. Some of the characters in this story were created by me. Their use by any other writer is prohibited without my permission.

Time Frame: This will vary as the story progresses. Part 1 of the story will be a series of chapters taking place at different times in a forward progression. Part 2 takes place about 150 years after the Farscape series "Premiere" (Babylon 5 time-Earth Year 2414).

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Part One: The Foundations of a World

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Chapter 1: Surprises

Leviathan Ship Moya, Crichton's Fifth Year in the Uncharted Territories

*

John Crichton was in an incredibly good mood. He had been for quite a while, ever since that fateful day two monens ago when Aeryn Sun became his wife. Their romance had been one fraught with trials and tribulations, and there were times when John thought that he would never be with the beautiful Sebacean woman as her lover. But, in time, the inevitable happened. The two of them became lovers, and eventually decided to take the vows of marriage.

Since his wedding day, John Crichton had felt like his life was finally, in some odd way, in order. Stable. Well, as stable as a life can be as a fugitive and a renegade on a ship full of aliens. Now, the proud husband was heading for the maintenance bay to find the lovely Aeryn Sun-Crichton.

But when he got there, John found his wife was not there. "Huh," he thought out loud. "I thought for sure she said that she would be here." He activated his comm unit. "Hey, Aeryn," said John into the comm. "Where are you?"

No response.

"Aeryn," repeated John. "Pilot," he said into the comm, "are we having problems with the comms?"

"No, Crichton," said Pilot over the comm. "The comm system is functioning. Why?"

"I can't raise Aeryn," said John. "Have you seen her?"

"No," said Pilot. "I have not."

D'Argo came into the maintenance bay. He looked around before speaking to Crichton. "John," he said, "where is Aeryn? We were supposed to have a sparring match before lunch."

"I was just trying to find that out," said John. "She's not answering her comms."

"Commander," said Pilot. "I have just run a check on the comms. Apparently, Officer Crichton has turned her comm off."

"What?" asked John. "Look, Pilot, have the DRD's search for her. I'm going to check our quarters."

"I will check command and the mess hall," said D'Argo, turning to leave the room.

**

It had been two arns, and still no sign of Aeryn. John was becoming increasingly agitated. Either Aeryn was injured or she did not want to be found. Both prospects did not bode well in his heart.

John was now looking on the lower tiers, having exhausted his search of all of the other areas of Moya she could be. Even the meticulous DRD's could not find her down here, but this did not stop him from looking. There was no substitute for instinct in his mind, and he would use that in his search.

He entered one of many empty cargo holds in the lower tiers. John did a quick scan of the room with his flashlight, but found no sign of his wife. He was about to turn and leave, but he thought he had heard something. Slowly, John stepped into the room, making a slower and more detailed sweep of the room with his light.

John saw an open vent in the floor. He bent down to look in the vent. Suddenly, movement in the vent flashed before him, and something darted out. The startled Human jumped back, and instinctively drew his pulse pistol. However, he quickly relaxed, seeing that it was only a DRD.

"Commander," said Pilot over the comm. "I have heard from Officer Crichton. She is in your quarters, and wishes to speak with you."

"I'm on my way," said John. He leapt from the floor and ran all the way to his quarters.

When he got there, a slightly out of breath John found the door to the room opened. He stepped into the dark room, and heard her breathing before he saw her shape. Aeryn Sun-Crichton was sitting on their bed, seeming not to even notice her husband's entry into the room. But looks can be deceiving, because she spoke to him without moving her gaze from the floor.

"Close the door behind you, John," she said. "We need to talk."

John activated the controls on the wall, and the door swung closed behind him. Slowly, he walked over to the bed, and sat down next to Aeryn. He knew his wife, and knew that she had something important on her mind. John quietly waited for his wife to speak. But she was not prepared for what his wife had to say.

"John," said Aeryn. "I'm pregnant."

Never before had John Crichton been thrown into such a state of shock. He sat there, as stiff as a board, no movement whatsoever. It was as if his whole body had gone numb, and his vocal chords had ceased to function. John sat there like that for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a few moments. Finally, he fought his body for control, and won.

"Preg..." he began, not able to say the whole word at first. Finally, after another try, John managed to say it. "Pregnant. My...God, Aeryn....you said pregnant...didn't you?"

Aeryn looked at him with an expressionless face. "You know I did, John," she said.

Crichton ran his hands through his hair. "Sweet Mother," he said. "A baby. You're going to have a baby." Then, the full implications finally set in. Aeryn, his wife, the woman he loved more than his life, was carrying a baby. His baby. A huge smile broke out on his face. "Our baby," he said with wonder. He then threw his arms around Aeryn. "Oh baby," he said. "We're going to have a baby."

Aeryn allowed herself to be taken into his embrace, but seemed not to share his joy. John was too filled with glee to notice at first, but he finally realized that Aeryn was not reacting with pleasure to the news. He pulled back a bit, and looked into her eyes.

"What?" he said. "Aren't you...aren't you happy?"

"How the frell should I know?" she asked. Standing up, she began to pace back and forth through the room. John stood up, and stopped her, putting his arms around her waist.

"Talk to me," he said. "What's wrong?"

"John, I," she began, turning to face him. "We...there has been so much change lately. Our marriage, and now this, so soon. I...I've never even thought about having children. I'm...I'm scared. What if I hurt it? What if I can't be a Mother?"

"Of course you can," said John. "Honey, I love you. And I know you love me. You have this great capacity for caring and emotion, you just don't access it too often for too many people. Its understandable considering your background. But...you will not be alone in this. Together, our love for each other, we will extend to this child."

"I just thought, I mean," she said. "The implant the Peacekeepers gave me to prevent conception."

"It must have failed," said John. "Maybe because it was meant to be. Maybe, we are supposed to have a child. I don't know. All I do know is that I want you and this child, and that I will always be there for you. For as long as I live, I will never, ever, leave you or this baby. Count on it."

John brought Aeryn's lips to his in a gentle kiss. When the kiss broke, a smile slowly crept across Aeryn's face. Her hands reached up, and began to slowly caress her stomach. "My baby," she whispered. "Our baby. Oh John, I do....I want this baby. I don't know how good of a Mother I will be to this baby, but I will do my best. It helps to know...that you will be there."

"You know," said John. "This is history in the making here."

"How so?" asked Aeryn. "Because our baby will be the first Sebacean/Human hybrid?"

"Well, there is that," said John. "But I was thinking more along the lines of Aeryn Sun-Crichton, after all this time, finding a way to still surprise me."

Aeryn smiled. "Shouldn't be that much of a surprise," she said. "We've only been frelling each other at every opportunity since our wedding night. That honeymoon tradition, as you call it."

"Yeah, I know, I was coming to look for you to see if you were up for some vertical relaxation earlier," he said. "Oh, by the way, where were you hiding for all this time? I was tearing the ship apart looking for you."

"Well," said Aeryn playfully. "I can't yell you that."

"No," said John in a tone as equally playful.

"No," she said with a big smile. "A woman has to retain some surprises and secrets from her husband, doesn't she?"

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Chapter 2: So Far From home

EAS Indefatigable, Proxima System, Earth Year 2274 (Six Years after "Flying Colors", 12 years after end of Season 2 of "Farscape")

*

Brigadier General Robert McGregor was sitting in his quarters aboard the Indefatigable, reading quietly after a long day at the office. Now 42 years old, McGregor was the commander of an Earth Force Destroyer Group, consisting of 4 ships (including his flag ship, the Indefatigable). They had been in port at Proxima 3 colony for refitting and re-supply after several months on patrol in the outer sectors. But even as Robert read the book in his hand, he could not keep his mind from wandering to thoughts of home and the wife that was waiting for him back there.

It had been six years since Robert McGregor had married the lovely Sebacean, Jenavia Chatto. In that time, the couple had built a happy home and family life, as Jena adjusted nicely to life among Humans with only a few bumps along the way. They had two lovely daughters, Katherine (age 6) and Elisa (age 4), and now Jena was nearing the time to give birth to their first son. Along the way, McGregor had also managed to play a part in the winning of the Drakh War and the liberation of Earth from a deadly plague. His career had soared, and two years ago, Captain McGregor became Brigadier General McGregor.

But now, all the handsome, middle aged Earth Force General could think about was his wife, back home without him, about ready to give him a son. McGregor loved being an Earth Force officer, and loved commanding a squadron in the field. But his duties too often took him away from Jena and the children. To not be there for the birth of his son was an unconscionable act in Robert's mind, although Jena had voiced her understanding and spoke of knowing he would be there with her in spirit.

A knock at the hatch brought McGregor from his thoughts of home and family, and back to the then and now. "Enter," he said.

Commander James Hancock stepped into the room. Hancock had served with McGregor for many years, as senior Lieutenant and later Executive Officer of the Indefatigable when McGregor was the Captain. Now, Hancock served as the XO under the Indy's current Captain. "Sir," said Hancock. "Captain Chan asked me to give you the daily reports from the squadron Captains."

"Thank you, Commander," said McGregor, taking the reports and laying them on the desk next to his chair. "I'll read them later."

"Any word from your wife?" asked Hancock.

"No," said McGregor. "Nothing yet. Thanks for asking. If there is nothing else..."

"Nothing else, sir," said Hancock.

"Good," said McGregor. "Dismissed."

"Aye, sir," said Hancock, coming to attention, then leaving the room. McGregor hated being so curt with Jim Hancock. He liked and respected him, having groomed Hancock on the path for higher command someday. But McGregor was in no mood to talk, and just hoped that Hancock understood this from years of experience serving with McGregor and getting to know his moods.

As he returned his attention back to the book, his hand comm link bleeped, indicating an incoming message. McGregor activated the link. "McGregor, go," he said.

"Sir," said the voice of the Indy's communication's officer, "message coming in from Earth. Its about your wife, sir."

"Patch it through," said McGregor with excitement. Finally, he was getting word.

The General went to his desk, and activated the viewscreen. The image of his Father, Harold McGregor, appeared on the screen. "Dad," said Robert. "What's the word?"

"The word, son," said Harold, with a big grin, "is that you have an 8 pound baby boy."

McGregor was glad he wasn't on the bridge at that moment, for he would have been embarrassed about the big, stupid grin that appeared on his face. "He came," said Robert. "He finally came." Then, his grin turned to a distinct frown. "Dammit," he said, a tear falling from his eye. "My son arrived in the world today, and I wasn't there to welcome him."

"Don't worry," said Harold. "There'll be plenty of time for that. You're Mother is in with Jena and the baby now. They're both fine. Jena is going to come and stay with us until you get back. Any idea when that will be?"

"Two weeks," said Robert. "I've been trying to get leave, but Earth Force command wants my squadron to make a sweep through Signet system. Security check. After that, I take the squadron back to Proxima, then I get leave. Can I speak to Jena?"

"Not now," said Harold. "She's sleeping. Poor dear has been at it for ten hours. She's got a strong constitution. Of course, she'd have to have one to be married to my stubborn, pig headed son."

"True," said Robert with a smile.

"Son," said Harold. "I don't know if...if I've ever made clear to you how proud you're Mother and I are of you. You've built a great career of service, and you married a wonderful woman and have created a family. All of this fills me with tremendous joy and pride."

"Thanks, Dad," said Robert with a smile.

"Well," said Harold, trying to keep himself from crying by quickly changing the subject. "Have you and Jena picked out a name for this child yet?"

"We have," said Robert. "We want to name him after Granddad."

"Michael is a good name," said Harold.

"Yes," said Robert. "Michael Harold McGregor is a fine name, we think."

"Michael Har..." began Harold. "I...I don't know what to say."

"Come on," said Robert. "The Professor of History at William and Mary renown for dressing down unprepared students is made speechless. I think I've won one of my greatest victories."

"I'm honored, son," said Harold. "Thank you."

"I can't talk long, Dad," said Robert. "Give Mother, Jena, and that baby a kiss from me, and not necessarily in that order."

"I will," said Harold. "Goodbye son. I love you."

"I love you, too, Dad," said Robert.

The screen went blank, and Robert was left sitting speechless in his quarters. His emotions were very mixed at the moment. On the one hand, he was very excited to have a son. Yet, he could not help but feel saddened to be so far from them. But such was the life of a soldier, and like all soldiers far from home, he could only count the days until he could see his loved ones again.

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Chapter 3: The Widowed Mother

Earth Force Space Port 1-Earth Dome, Geneva, Earth Year 2287 (during "the Glorious Cause", 25 years after end of Farscape Season 2)

*

Jenavia McGregor stood in the observation lounge overlooking the landing pad, waiting for a shuttle to arrive from an orbiting Earth Force transport. She had received a message from her husband, General Robert McGregor, now leading the Interstellar Alliance fleet against her former employers, the Peacekeepers. He had told her to meet someone who was returning from the war zone, the person she now waited for at the space port.

The intercom announced the arrival of the shuttle carrying passengers from the transport Charybdis. As she heard the announcement, Jenavia observed an Earth Force shuttle swoop down from high altitude to come in for a graceful landing on the pad below her window.

Seeing the shuttle arriving, Jenavia went to the entrance for new arrivals to meet the person her husband had asked her to. Taking a transport tube to the lower level, she made her way down several corridors to get to the entrance. When she got there, Jenavia observed a group of several dozen Earth Force officers who had disembarked from the shuttle and were now passing through port authority checks.

The person Jenavia was looking for stood out among the group of officers. She quickly picked out a young, dark haired woman wearing and Earth Force uniform with flight wings adorning the right shoulder. Jenavia had met her once before, though it had been a while and only briefly.

When the woman passed through the port authority checks, Jenavia approached her. "Lt. Yalon Marst-Taylor?" asked Jenavia, already knowing who the person was but still observing the formality.

"Yes," replied the woman, with a slight smile. "You are Jenavia McGregor. I remember meeting you once before." She held out her hand, and the two Sebacean women observed the Human custom of the hand shake, a custom which was now familiar after living among Humans for so long. "The General told me you would be meeting me. It was good of you to come, ma'm."

"Please, call me Jena," said Jenavia. "And it was my pleasure to meet you. I want to hear all about how my husband is. I hope you can tell me on the way."

"On the way?" asked Yalon.

"Yes, dear," said Jena to the younger woman. "I've contacted Lt. Commander Taylor's...your husband's family. They want me to bring you to them, so they can look after you and the baby. If that's alright?"

"I...I didn't know if they would even want me to come," said Yalon. "I know they are good people, but..."

"They want you to be with them," said Jena. "They love you and care about you. I will take you to Texas myself."

"You don't have to," said Yalon.

"I want to," said Jenavia.

The two women walked through the space port, collecting Yalon's luggage on the way out. They made their way to a hover car outside. Jena climbed behind the wheel, and Yalon sat down in the passenger seat.

"You'll stay at my husband's quarters in Geneva for tonight," said Jena, "as will I. We'll go on to Texas in the morning. I know you must be tired after that trip. A month in flight, especially given your pregnancy. How is the baby, by the way?"

"She is fine," said Yalon. "The Doctors on the Charybdis were very helpful. I found out the baby is a girl along the way. I wish...I wish that..."

"That your husband was here to see her," said Jena. They were, of course, referring to Lt. Commander Joe Taylor, Yalon's late husband. The couple had met as enemies, Earth Force and Peacekeeper pilots who shot each other down on a deserted planet during the Peacekeeper invasion of the Earth Alliance. They managed to fall in love and marry. Yalon received a commission in Earth Force, and both flew in the raid on Sebacea under General Robert McGregor. Sadly, Joe was killed in the raid, and left Yalon a pregnant widow.

"Joe would have loved to have had a baby," said Yalon. "He was such a gentle man. I miss him. I will always miss him."

"I know," said Jena. "I can't imagine what it would be like if I lost Robert. I think about it everyday of this damned war. But, at least it looks like Robert is going to bring this to an end soon."

"Yes," said Yalon. "The Peacekeepers are on the run. Its only a matter of time now, looks like."

They both sat in silent contemplation for a few minutes, considering the implications of what they were discussing. Finally, Jena said it. "I know," she said. "It feels strange, wishing for the end of an organization we once both devoted our lives to."

"But through the love of two Human men," said Yalon, "we were shown a better way to live. That, and my baby, are two gifts I will always owe to Joe."

"That better life and my babies I owe to Robert," agreed Jena. "Someday, perhaps, the rest of our people will be shown a better way to live by the Humans. Our two races...together, we could be such a force for good. Its only because of the Peacekeepers that we fight each other. With them gone, who knows what will happen. I mean, the Humans aren't exactly pillars of nobility, either. I will never forgive Earth Gov for betraying Robert after what happened at Drathnor. Even restoring his commission doesn't make up for it entirely in my view. But maybe, both our races with our imperfections, can together become better than the sum of ourselves."

"I haven't given it too much thought," said Yalon. "My main concerns from now on are for my baby. Beyond that...I just don't think about it for now."

"I understand," said Jena. "Listen, if you ever need a friend to talk to. Another Sebacean woman who has been there, on a similar road to that which you are taking. Let me know."

"Thank you, Jena," said Yalon.

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Chapter 4: The Letter Home

Flight Officers' Quarters, Earth Force Primary Base, Sebacea. Earth Year 2295 (8 years after the end of "the Glorious Cause", 33 years after end of Farscape Season 2)

*

Junior Lieutenant Michael McGregor stepped into his quarters at the Earth Force Base on Sebacea after an exhausting shore leave experience. It wasn't from enjoyment of his shore leave that he is exhausted. On the contrary, he actually cut his recreation time short, because he was definitely not having a good time.

The youngest child of Robert and Jenavia McGregor, Michael grew up often being separated from his Father. A career Earth Force officer, Robert McGregor had always wanted to be there for his son, but always found his career getting in the way. All of that changed when the General retired from Earth Force nine years ago, after the end of the Peacekeeper Wars.

Michael, for the first time, found his Father always around and available, not some awe inspiring figure who was there today, gone tomorrow. It was a time for rediscovery as the then 14 year old Michael became closer than ever to his Father. He got to sit and talk with him for hours about his life, and boy did the old man have some stories to tell. Michael had heard of his Father's exploits all of his life, but they seemed more real coming from his Father's lips. Robert McGregor didn't glorify the stories for his son, just told it like it was.

This new found closeness between Father and son inspired Michael McGregor to follow in his Father's footsteps. When he announced his decision to join Earth Force and become a fighter pilot, both of his parents were beaming with pride. Although Robert had always told Michael to be his own man and do what he wanted, the son could tell the Father was pleased with his decision.

Now, five and a half years later, Michael McGregor was an Earth Force officer and fighter pilot. A handsome young man with his Mother's light brown hair and skin tone, with his Father's eyes and smile, he had requested to be stationed with the Earth Occupation Forces on Sebacea, the former capital of the Peacekeepers, now the home of a Sebacean Free State. However, this new Sebacean government still bowed (at least for now) to the Interstellar Alliance sponsored Earth occupation government. The young McGregor was filled with excitement upon receiving the assignment he had asked for. After all, this was the home world of his Mother's people, and the origin of the Sebacean half of his ancestry.

But, after his experiences over the past few days, all Michael felt was disgust. He flopped down on his bunk in exhaustion, and pondered what he had seen while on leave. The young McGregor wanted to do something, but he didn't know exactly what he could do. He tried to think about what his Father would do, and that was when the idea struck him.

Michael went to his personal terminal and activated the unit. The screen flashed to life, and a computer voice spoke to him. "Requesting clearance code."

"LtJG. Michael McGregor, 5189650, accessing recorder for tachyon mail message, authorization 'Indefatigable'."

"Clearance accepted," replied the computer, "access to recorder granted."

"Begin recording," said Michael. When the red light indicated that the recorder in the terminal was started, he began his letter. "Dear Dad," he began. "Remember how I wrote to you about being so enthusiastic about this assignment to Sebacea. Well, I...I don't think I feel that way anymore. I need you to listen to this message privately. Mom, if you are seeing this message, this is a man to man talk. I know you'll understand. You always do. Now, Dad, if your alone, I need to talk to you about something. I remember you telling me about when you were relieved as Military Governor of Sebacea, how you were concerned about the wrong kind of Earth business interests being allowed in here after you were gone. Well, your worries were...justified. I can see now why General Wilson, your replacement, quickly resigned from his post. I don't know how General Delauder is putting up with it, but I guess he has no choice. Officials in Earth Gov are pulling the strings, and business interests are pulling there strings."

"Anyhow, I'll start from the beginning. My unit got three days liberty for a joint mission we flew with the Sebaceans. Every time we make a successful joint op, it looks good for the press, so we were rewarded for putting on a dog and pony show. But, I digress. The other pilots told me to come with them on liberty. They've been here a while, and know all the 'hot spots', as they put it. So, I tagged along with them. Well, we went to this area on the outskirts of the Sebacean capital city. I swear, Dad, this place had more bright lights than Las Vegas. The guys around here call it 'party town'. All of the businesses are run by Earth corporations. Bars, restaurants, gaming places. You name it, party town has it. And that's not all they've got. There are a lot of, um, clubs. Special clubs. The guys led me to one of them."

"You go into the club, paying a pretty hefty entrance fee at a booth near the door. On the door is a sign that says 'Humans Only'. As you round a corner, you are confronted by a brightly lit room. A bar, tables, and several stages. The place is filled with male customers, majority of them Earth Force personnel. And all around them are half naked Sebacean women. There are girls on the stages, dancing nude for tips. Then there are more girls, walking through the aisles topless. Anyhow, the girls in the aisles sit down with the male customers, and one of three things happens. One, the girl gives a guy a lap dance right on the spot at the table for 20 credits a dance. Two, the girl takes the guy to a curtained off area with some couches. When they get back there, the guy gives the girl 50 credits, the girl gives the guy oral sex. Third, the girl takes the guy to some rooms in the back. One hundred credits an hour buys the guy sex with the girl. My comrades were telling me about all of this, pointing out which girls gave the best dances and blow jobs and were the best in the sack. I felt like bolting, but...well, you know what its like among groups of men. I felt...obligated to stay for a little while, although I was completely disgusted. My friends all got lap dances or blow jobs, and one or two took a Sebacean girl to the back rooms. Me, I feigned like I was short on cash and was just enjoying the view of the girls dancing on the stages. I even tipped one or two to keep up the act."

"At the first opportunity, I told the guys I wasn't feeling well and I made my excuses. Told them it was bad food from this place we ate at. They said that I was a newby, not used to the local cuisine yet, so they bought it. I got the hell out of there, and just walked around party town for a few hours. I counted at least thirty of these sex clubs, Dad. Most of them had "Humans Only" signs on the doors. Some of the seedier establishments had signs that said "All Races Welcomed Upon Proof of Compatibility and Medical Clearance". It was all so...official, Dad. That's what is so scary. Earth businesses are making money off of this, and the occupation government allows it to happen. I know that if you were still there, you would never have allowed this to happen."

"I just felt so...sick. My Mother's race, a proud a noble people who we promised to treat as equals. Humans are exploiting Sebaceans, Dad, in some disgusting ways. But that's not all. I kept walking through the capital until I got to this really run down section of town. I guess you could call it Sebacea's answer to a tenement housing. I almost turned back, but then I noticed that most of the people living there were women. Sebacean women who either had a child in tow, or were pregnant. There were men here and there, both Human and Sebacean. There were also other Earth Force officers around, visiting some of the women with their children. I spoke to a couple of people there, and they told me about the place."

"It seems that most of the women there were girls who worked in the sex clubs, or were just Sebacean women who had been with Human men. They all had one thing in common-they all had children by their encounters with Human men. When a club girl gets pregnant, she gets fired because she can't work, and its not like they have a maternity leave policy. And there are always new girls to exploit. Many of the former club girls don't even know who the Father's of their children are. Those who do...well, most of the men who got them pregnant don't want the children, or the whores they had sex with to make them. The women can take them to an Occupation Government court to get child support and access to Earth Force benefits, but its backlogged with cases similar to theirs, and justice is seldom swift. Besides, only Earth Force officers answer to that court. Civilian men don't even have to show up. There are also cases of Sebacean women who were simply the lovers of a Human, and they happened to be the unlucky ones who hooked up with louses. You see on ISN broadcasts all the time about marriages between Humans and Sebaceans, the happy stories. But not these stories, for some reason. I guess the occupation government keeps ISN away from this. The Human men visiting the area were the one's who had stepped up to do the right thing and were supporting the children and Mothers, but didn't know whether or not they wanted to marry their child's Mother."

"In all of these cases, the women were living in this area, and in these squalid conditions, because they are ostracized in Sebacean society. They can't get jobs, they can't get descent housing, and are basically herded into tenements. I just...it was heartbreaking, Dad. I don't know what to feel. I went to see Admirals Polise and Atrios. They are still in command of the Sebacean armed forces. They told me that Sebacea has a democratic government now, even though the kinks are still being worked out. In actuality, the Sebaceans have been given a great deal of self-governance. They are still answerable to the occupation government, and Earth business interests get special treatment. But Sebacean internal policy is mostly controlled by Sebacea's government. Polise and Atrios said that they had gotten that much by working in the system, and they would have resigned long ago had they not seen a way to more progress by staying. They said they were trying to work for more protections for the women in the tenements, but there is a growing sentiment of mistrust, even hatred, among Sebaceans for Humans. It worries them, even though for now it is mostly just a bunch of fringe elements who want racial purity, return to the Peacekeepers, things like that."

"After all of that, I came back to my quarters and decided to write you this letter. Dad, its not just the 'entertainment' industry, if that's what you want to call it. Earth businesses have an unfair advantage here in a lot of areas. That's why I'm writing you. I know you are retired, but you still have a lot of contacts and clout with Earth Gov. Use them. Your help could sure as hell be used here, Dad. I am just do disgusted by the whole thing. By how the Sebaceans are being exploited by the Humans, and by how the Sebaceans are treating the victims of that exploitation. Dad, do something, anything. I just couldn't help but think that those women could have been Mom. By the way, tell her I love her."

"Well, I'd better go now Dad. I'm beat, and need to hit the rack. I love you, Dad. Give Mom and Elisa a kiss for me. Your son, Michael." He then spoke to the computer. "Computer, deactivate recording. Save and address to General Robert McGregor, Earth Force (retired). McGregor Ranch, Virginia, United States, Earth. Address code 1436529. Send to outgoing mail."

"Commencing," said the computer. "File sent. Estimated time to delivery, 14.3 days."

"Computer off," said Michael. He went over to lay down on his bunk, not even bothering to take off his coat. "I hope he can do something," he thought to himself. "Everyone only wants to talk about the positive interspecies relationships between Humans and Sebaceans. There have been quite a few, and that's a good thing. But, rarely is something full of only roses and happiness. There are weeds in every bed of flowers."

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Chapter 5: The Ugly Face of Ignorance

Earth Force/Sebacean Defense Forces Joint Maintenance Depot, Sebacea. Earth Year 2295 (five months after Chapter 4 of this story).

*

Two Prowler fighters glided in for flawless landings in the landing bay of the maintenance depot. As soon as the Prowlers had made their landing, a swarm of technicians rushed around the ships to secure them and clear the pilots for exiting the craft. After a few moments, the ships were verified as secure on the deck, and the cockpit canopies of the fighters opened.

Out of the Prowlers stepped the pilots, donned in Earth Force flight suits. Both Junior Grade Lieutenants, the two young men climbed confidently from their ships, and gazed back at them with admiring eyes. The two officers were LtJG's Michael McGregor and Jeffrey Ellis. For the past several months, they had been assigned to a Sebacean Defense Forces (SDF) squadron as part of the Earth Force/SDF exchange program. The program was initially created by the predecessor to the current military governor, General Thomas Wilson, and it has since been kept around and put under the command of Admiral Jani Atrios of the SDF.

After checking over their ships, the two Earth Force officers walked side by side to the Prowler wing commander's office to report in. As they walked, the two men talked about their mission.

"You know, Mike," said Jeffrey Ellis, "one thing I just can't get used to is the closed in feeling of that cockpit. Its not like a Starfury, where you feel like you are standing on the edge of infinity because of the openness of the cockpit."

"I know," replied Michael. "But, for me, the biggest difference is in using those oculars. I keep having visions of them poking me in the eyes if I had to make a sudden bank or turn."

"Jeff!" they heard a voice call out from behind them. The two men turned, and Ellis was soon greeted by the sight of a lovely young woman in a SDF technician's uniform running up to him and throwing herself in his arms. The pair began to kiss each other passionately, while Michael just sighed and shook his head, used to the sight by now.

Jeffrey Ellis was a husky, light skinned, dark haired man in his early twenties. Originally from the Mars colony, Jeff was a skilled pilot with a good deal of technical expertise. When he was first assigned to a Prowler, the first thing he had wanted to do before he even flew it was open up its engine housing and see how it worked. This was how he met the woman he was now kissing.

SDF Technician Renaisa Geloni, a blonde haired, big eyed young Sebacean woman, is a senior maintenance technician assigned to the exchange squadron. The day that Ellis arrived, she was walking down the line of Prowlers when she saw an Earth Force officer messing about in one of her engines. She walked over to inquire as to what the frell he thought he was doing, and found herself confronted by the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

Ellis was equally impressed by the pretty tech, even through the plain, brown coveralls and a smudge of grease on her cheek. He explained to her about his curiosity about the Prowler's engines, which took Geloni by surprise. Sebacean pilots leave tech work to techs, but this Earth Force pilot was very knowledgeable in her line of work. They got to talking about the engines, and decided to have dinner together. Now, several months later, they are a couple, each madly in love with the other.

"Hey, you two," said Michael playfully. "Can I get you a room?"

"Yeah," replied Jeffrey.

"Preferably one close by," said Renaisa in between kisses. "Are we still on for tonight?"

"We sure are," said Jeffrey. "All I have to do is report in to the CO, have a shower, change into a uniform, and then it's a night on the town for the two of us."

"I can't wait," said Renaisa, securing one more kiss from her lover. "Pick me up at my quarters in 2 arns. Don't be late."

With that, Renaisa turned and headed back towards the Prowler she had been working on. McGregor and Ellis continued towards the wing commander's officer. "Well, well," said Michael. "Night on the town. Special occasion?"

"Mike, don't bring that up now," replied Jeffrey. "I'm nervous enough as it is. I mean, what if I am rushing things. Popping the question, its just such a big step to take."

"Look, Jeff, you two are in love," said Michael, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are made for each other. Its fate. Just, go with your heart. The steps along the way will be handled, by you and Renaisa together."

"Yeah," said Jeffrey with a smile. "I guess your right. Its just, what if she says no..."

"She won't," said Michael. "That girl loves you."

"We still have to get it approved by our two governments," said Jeffrey.

"That shouldn't be too hard," said Michael. "The stink my Father has been making in the press and in Earth Gov back home over the sex industry here over the past few months, the occupation government would love to be able to show examples of positive relationships between Humans and Sebaceans. And believe me, your relationship with Renaisa, its...when I saw party town on my first liberty here, when I wrote my Father and told him about it, starting him on this crusade of his, I just felt...dirty, somehow. But, the two of you, so in love and being so...right. Its renewed my faith in the viability of Human/Sebacean relationships. I had always seen them as positive. My Mom and Dad, the Crichtons...that was shaken a bit by my liberty experience that night. But you and Renaisa have put it back on stable ground. Thanks."

"Happy to be of service, my man," said Jeffrey. "Besides, I'm the one who is going to be walking Renaisa down the aisle."

**

Later that night, Jeffrey Ellis and Renaisa Geloni walked arm in arm through the Sebacean capital city. As they talked to one another and exchanged the occasional kiss, each just enjoyed the company of the other as they walked no where in particular.

Eventually, they came to Memorial Park towards the center of the city. The park had been created on the site of what used to be the Peacekeeper High Command Headquarters. All but destroyed in the McGregor Raid, the ruins were bulldozed and a park put in its place. General McGregor and Admiral Polise had commissioned the park as a symbol of peace from the ashes of war. Now, the young couple walked down the sidewalks of the park through trees and flower beds.

Ellis decided that this was as good a place as any to propose. He slowly began to stop walking, holding Renaisa on the arm. She sensed him stopping, and turned to face him.

"What?," asked Renaisa with a smile. "You aren't thinking about what I think you are. If you are, think again. I got my uniform grass stained last time and we were almost caught by security forces."

"No, no," said Jeff. "Nothing like that, Renaisa, its...." He had decided to do it the old fashioned way, even though a Human man asking a Sebacean woman to marry him was still not an old fashioned concept. Getting down on one knee under the light of the Sebacean moons, and retrieving a ring from his pocket, he asked her.

"I was wondering, Renaisa, if you would...marry me?" he asked.

Stunned at first, Renaisa gave him on a blank stare in response. It took her a few moments to process the question, having never really given thought to marrying anyone before she met Jeffrey Ellis. Now, she was confronted with the question, and didn't know how to react at first. But finally, the full meaning of it got through to her. This man, this wonderful man that she loved so much, wanted her as his mate, his wife.

She smiled, and as a tear fell from her eye, she replied to the question. "Yes," was all she said, and all she had to say.

Jeff jumped up, and took Renaisa in his arms. He spun her around, and began to kiss his fiancée passionately on her lips, on her neck, on her cheeks. She just enjoyed the moment, enjoyed feeling her future husband's arms around her. Caught up in their merriment, they didn't notice a group of men approach them.

"Hey!" said one of the men in a Sebacean accent.

Jeff and Renaisa broke from their embrace, and turned to face the source of the voice. There were five men standing in front of them, all of them wearing leather, Peacekeeper style jackets. Some of them were carrying metal pipes.

Not liking the looks of this, Jeffrey put himself between the men and his fiancée in a protective gesture. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to put forth a brave front.

"Get your hands off our woman," said one of the men, apparently the leader of the pack. He was a bald, older Sebacean man had a scar running over the left side of his skull.

"What do you mean, your woman?" asked an irritated Renaisa, coming around from behind her protective lover. "I've never even met you."

"You trelk," said the pack leader. "Giving yourself to Human scum, just like those whores in those Human establishments."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" asked Jeffrey angrily. "How dare you call my fiancée a whore?"

"No matter," said the man, ignoring the Human's outburst. "You are a Sebacean woman, and we'll save you from this one for your own good, to protect the purity of our race."

The men closed on the couple. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Jeff grabbed Renaisa by the hand, and tried to run. Sensing their move to flee, the pack of men surrounded them and attacked.

Jeffrey fought valiantly to protect his lover, getting in quite a few good jabs and blows. But five against one had its advantages, and the men played all of those advantages. Eventually, two of them grabbed Jeffrey by the arms, while the pack leader pounded him the stomach.

Renaisa screamed, charging at the man who was harming her lover. She managed to knock the man to the ground with a pentac jab, but the other two men who weren't holding a now beaten Ellis pounced on her. The pack leader got up, only slightly fazed by the tech's weak jab. He struck Renaisa across the face, knocking her to the ground.

This act filled Jeffrey with rage, and he tried to break free. But before his anger could help him muster the strength to break from their grip, the two men holding him both struck him in the back with their pipes. Meanwhile, the pack leader began to kick Renaisa in the ribs.

"Over there!" someone yelled.

"Hey, stop!" yelled someone else.

"Break, now," said the pack leader, and the group of men took off running into the night. Several Sebaceans and a couple of Earth Force officers ran up to the scene. They found an unconscious Earth Force Junior Lieutenant laying on the ground, severely beaten and bloodied. Slowly crawling up to him was a beaten up Sebacean technician, who softly cried out the name "Jeff!"

"Get help!" yelled one of the Earth Force officers. One of the Sebaceans took off down the sidewalk to get help, while the rest began to try to tend to the ravaged couple. Renaisa was able to reach out, and touch Jeffrey hand before joining him in unconsciousness.

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Chapter 6: The Search for Answers

Military Governor's Office, Occupation Headquarters, Sebacea. Earth Year 2295 (Two days after the end of Chapter 5 of this story).

*

General Lester Delauder rushed into his office in the ISA Occupation Headquarters on Sebacea, running late after a conversation with and Earth Gov official over breakfast. The Military Governor of Sebacea was supposed to have been in a meeting five minutes ago with Admiral Karsten Polise, his liaison with the Sebacean government, and two Earth sociologists. He was not a man who liked being late.

General Delauder's career was that of an effective administrator, but one who had worked in the background and almost never in the field. He had been the military liaison to a number of Earth officials over the years, and it was this contact with members of Earth Gov that brought him to the government's attention. They appointed him to the job because they knew he would do what he needed to do to get things done, but would also do what he was told.

Now, General Delauder was faced with a public relations nightmare, and Earth Gov wanted answers from him, and they want them yesterday. He hoped this morning's meeting with Polise and the others would do just that.

He stepped into the room, and found the other participants in the meeting waiting for him. "I apologize for being late," said Delauder in his thick, Louisiana accent. "Please, have a seat."

Polise and two Humans, Beka Ryder and Richard Persico, sat in chairs across the desk from General Delauder. He sat down, collected himself quickly, and spoke. "I've called you here today because Earth Gov wants me to find some reasons, root causes, of the attack on the Earth Force officer and his Sebacean lady companion the other night in Memorial Park. They're both in the hospital. The young officer, Junior Lieutenant Ellis, is still unconscious. Meanwhile, ISN has gotten hold of the story, and is broadcasting it all over the news. Bad press makes Earth Gov nervous, because it makes people back home question our mission here."

"Its about time that happened," said Admiral Polise. "I have been telling you people for cycles now that your Earth business interests and their in roads on Sebacea have damaged relations between our two peoples. Especially the sex industry that has been growing here. The Peacekeepers may be gone, but their ideas on racial purity die hard. Your people are more and more being seen as a threat to our race by many Sebaceans."

"Do you see it that way, Admiral?" asked Delauder.

"Your business interests are a possible threat, yes," replied Polise. "More and more industries here are being taken over by Earth corporations. As many as a quarter of our people work for Earth businesses, directly or indirectly. Then, there is the sexual tensions, caused mostly by what goes on in your so called 'party town'."

"That's what I wanted to talk about," said Delauder. "Apparently, according the statement taken from the Sebacean girl in this case, um..." he searched through a few papers. "Yes, here it is. Renaisa Geloni. The group of Sebacean men attacked them because she was with a Human man. I want us to take a look at that dynamic. That's why I called for Miss Ryder and Mr. Persico to be with us. They have been doing an academic survey on the nature of Human/Sebacean relationships, specifically the mating of members of the two races. Perhaps, if the two of you," indicating Ryder and Persico, "could give us a summary of what you have found."

"Of course," said Ryder. "Well, a quick history lesson to begin with. The first interracial mating between a Human and Sebacean occurred between John Crichton and Aeryn Sun-Crichton, a union which resulted in the first Human/Sebacean hybrid offspring. Since then, there have been other examples which demonstrate that the two species are, both sexually and genetically, compatible. In general."

"We tried to do surveys, to see if we could determine a pattern to the interracial mating that is going on," chimed in Persico. "You may have noticed that most of the cases of members of the two species mating involve a Human male and Sebacean female. There are several reasons for this. One, a Sebacean female is slightly more suited for carrying a hybrid child than a Human female. But the difference in suitability is minute. The major factors are social in nature. First, many of the matings that are going on right now are of a, well, casual nature. In brothels."

"You mean Human men with Sebacean prostitutes," said Admiral Polise.

"Yes," said Ryder. "That accounts for about 25% of the cases of hybrid children being produced at this point. Sebacean women who seek employment in these brothels do so because of job shortages in many fields, now that many of their industries originally geared for arms production have been shut down."

"We are trying to re-gear those industries for other forms of production," commented Delauder. "But its taking time."

"Its taking time," said Polise, "because your Earth business interests want Sebaceans to by EARTH made goods. They don't want the competition from Sebacean industries."

"Coming back to the original topic," interjected Persico. "There are no brothels for Human women to go to for sex with Sebacean men. At least, none of any major size. The other reasons for the predominate nature of the Human male/Sebacean female mating has to do with how members of the different sexes of each race view the opposite sex of the other race."

"Many of the Sebacean females we spoke to," said Ryder, "see Human males, at least on some unconscious level, as being more worthy mates than Sebacean men. Human males defeated Sebaceans on the battlefield. So, subconsciously, an idea Human male superiority is given some credence. There is also the exotic, charming nature of the Human male that many Sebacean women have identified as a factor."

"As for Human males," said Persico. "Some expressed feelings of seeing Sebacean women as, well, battle prizes, of a sort. They won the war, and...."

"To the victor, goes the spoils?" quoted Delauder.

"Yes," answered Persico. "But, that was only in a very few. The grand majority of Human men we talked to who are attracted to Sebacean women is out of some mystique that has been attached to Sebacean women. They are exotic, new, and have been presented to them like a new trend. Sebacean women have been shown on the news marrying Human men, they have been seen in entertainment programs back home, and have even been appearing nude in adult publications. PlayPen magazine, for example. Last month's centerfold was Sebacean. There is also the difference in Human/Sebacean aging to consider. Imagine marrying a woman who won't grow old, but will remain young as long as you live. It's a dream come true for many men."

"What about the other side of the coin?" asked Delauder. "How do Human women and Sebacean men see each other?"

"Well," said Ryder, "this is a crucial point in explaining why there have been so fewer matings between Human women and Sebacean men. Sebacean men are not reluctant to do it. In fact, many expressed enthusiasm for the idea of having sexual experiences with Human women. The reluctance is held on the part of many Human women. This has to do with an image Sebacean men have acquired thanks to acts committed by Peacekeeper forces. During the war and the war crimes trials that followed, there was a lot of publicity attached to incidents like the Drathnor Massacre, in which many Human female prisoners were raped by Peacekeeper men before being killed. Other rape cases were testified to during the trials. Somehow, many Human women have attached this image to Sebacean men as being brutal, sadistic, harsh. The thought of Sebacean manhood is attached to acts of rape."

"Wait," said Polise. "The Peacekeepers are gone. We have outlawed, clearly, any form of rape. The acts of rape committed by Peacekeepers will not be repeated."

"You know that, I know that," said Ryder. "But many Human women do not disassociate Sebacean men and Peacekeeper men. Its an image problem, which leads to reluctance to be with Sebacean men."

"Our estimates are that of all interracial matings between Humans and Sebaceans, of all kinds," said Persico, "80 to 85% are matings between Human men and Sebacean women. Our figures are to this point that interracial matings between Humans and Sebaceans have produced at least 200 hybrid children of various ages."

"We also know that these hybrids can grow up and mate with members of either of the original species," said Ryder. "John Crichton, III, the son of John and Aeryn Crichton, took a Sebacean wife and has since had children. Elisa McGregor, the remaining living daughter of Robert and Jenavia McGregor, has married a Human man, and she is now two months pregnant. Our estimates are that, eventually, the number of hybrids will reach into the high thousands within the next decade at the current rate of progression."

"That is what many of my people are afraid of," said Polise. "That's why Sebacean women and their hybrid offspring are shunned by Sebacean society, forced to huddle together in the tenements. That fear caused the attack of the other night. More will follow, unfortunately, unless something is done to improve relations."

"Yes," said Delauder. "Well, Miss Ryder, Mr. Persico, if you have nothing else to add...."

"There is one more thing, sir," said Ryder. "There is an implication that you and Admiral Polise seem to have overlooked. The rate of interracial matings occurring, the birthrate of hybrid children. This means the creation of a new...race of hybrids. It is almost certain to be one of the most crucial social issues of our times."

"Yes, I see what you mean," said Delauder. "Well, thank you for your assistance. I need to speak about some things with Admiral Polise. So, you are dismissed."

The two sociologists rose from their chairs, and left the Human and Sebacean senior officers alone in the room. General Delauder rose from his chair, and went to look out the window.

"They're right, you know," said Delauder. "We've overlooked it. We are talking about the creation of a new race of people. Not entirely Human, not entirely Sebacean. A hybrid race, one who's members can apparently breed with members of either of the two original races or other hybrids."

"I've thought about it a lot, actually," said Polise. "Gone are the days of isolated Sebacean/Human contact. Our races have collided with one another in large numbers, with your people having the upper hand in it all."

"I know," said Delauder. "Now, we should talk about some solutions to the problem, the reason we needed those sociologists to give us that information."

**

Two days later, Renaisa Geloni stepped into her fiancée's hospital room. She was greeted by a sight she had been hoping to see for days now. Jeffrey Ellis was conscious, and smiled when she came in.

"Hey, gorgeous," said Jeff in a weak voice.

Renaisa came over to Jeffrey, and sat down on the bed beside him. "Hey, yourself," she replied. "I've bee worried about you."

"Don't worry," said a beaten and bruised Jeff, "I'll be fine in no time." He reached up, and touched the bruise on Renaisa's face. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," said Renaisa. "Spent the night in the hospital, was released from patient care the next day. But, I've been here with you most of the time. The one day and arn I leave for a while, you decide to wake up."

"So," said Jeffrey, "if I remember correctly, you had accepted my proposal of marriage before those goons jumped us, right?"

"That's right," said Renaisa. "And don't try to back out now. I'm going to marry you, mister. Ignorant thugs and four days of unconsciousness not withstanding."

"Good," said Jeffrey. "I love you, Renaisa."

"I love you, Jeff," she replied.

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Chapter 7: the Brave New World

Constitution Park, Capital City, Sebacea. Earth Year 2345 (50 years after Chapter 6, 83 years after end of Farscape Season 2).

*

Aeryn Sun-Crichton sat on a chair in the museum near Constitution Park in the Sebacean Capital city. She was nervous, extremely nervous, about what she was going to say to the thousands of people who had gathered outside. Aeryn never considered herself to be a great public speaker, or a great leader. Yet, the events of the past two decades have made her just that.

Things seemed to change when her husband, John Crichton, died twenty-three cycles ago. Aeryn had never really gotten over that loss, even though she had always known he would someday be taken from her by death. Humans don't live as long as Sebaceans. He lived to be 95 cycles old, thanks to good health and more advanced medical technology than would have been available in his time on Earth. What was remarkable was the fact that someone or something hadn't gotten to him first, considering the dangerous life they had led for so many cycles.

After John died, Aeryn wandered for two cycles. Not going anywhere in particular. She just took a transport, aimed at a direction, and went in that direction. It was her form of therapy, of dealing with the loss. She would occasionally pop in to see her son and his family, but would leave soon after to wander again. Jack had tried to stop her, but she would just say that she needed time.

Finally, she decided to come home, to be with her family. To be with her son, and his children. She imagined leading a quiet life of peace and contentment, but fate intervened. The long quiet Scarrens, who had been defeated in a war by the Peacekeepers in the cycles before the great war with Earth and her allies, came back with a vengeance. They had bided their time, built up their forces, and struck without warning. The Sebacean Military Corps, the armed forces set up in place of the old Peacekeeper High Command, fought valiantly. But they could not have taken on the Scarrens alone.

That was when Earth stepped into the battle on Sebacea's side. They and their allies, such as the Minbari and the Luxans, aided Sebacea in her fight against the Scarren menace. What was so remarkable was the fact that Human/Sebacean relations had been quite poor for many cycles before that. There was bad blood between them over the exploitation of Sebacea by Earth business interest during the occupation. A coalition in the Earth government, led by Robert McGregor, was able to get Earth Gov to finally transition control of Sebacea and her colonies to the Sebacean people and their new, constitutional government. But the bad blood remained, and it would only be the common fight against the Scarrens that would bring the two races back together in friendship many cycles later.

But the war would take a heavy toll in lives and finances. Sebacea entered a depression soon after, her economy hampered by the losses incurred during the war. The war would take a personal toll on Aeryn's family. Her granddaughter, Aeryn, who flew for the Sebacean Flight Corps as a fighter pilot, was killed in battle. Jack still had a son, John Crichton, IV, but felt the loss of his daughter deep in his soul. Aeryn could see that her son had lost much of his exuberance and will, and had become a bitter man.

Aeryn settled down once again into a quiet life with Jack, his wife, Elana, and her grandson, John. The latter has recently married a Sebacean/Human hybrid woman, and he and his wife are expecting a child. But Aeryn needed a purpose, a reason for continuing on with life besides just her family.

She found it in a cause, one that came close to home for her and her family. In the decades following the Peacekeeper Wars, Humans and Sebaceans had been intermating. Not always under the best of circumstances, but members of the two races began having hybrid children. First, the numbers where in the hundreds. But the numbers grew into the thousands, compounded a generation later by the first generation of hybrids mating and producing more hybrid children. Now, the estimated numbers of Sebacean/Human hybrids, now referred to as SebaceaHumans, were close to 100,000, most of them living within the territories of the Sebacean Republic and her colonies.

SebaceaHumans had fought in the Scarren war in large numbers, both in the Sebacean Military Corps and in Earth Force. Many of them gave their lives in the war, and a unit of mostly SebaceaHumans was credited with turning the tide in one of the most important battles of the war. But when they returned from the war, they found much the same situation that had existed before they left. SebaceaHumans were considered outcasts in Sebacean society. They lived in separate communities from other Sebaceans, seen at the very least competition for jobs and resources. Beyond that, many Sebaceans were uncomfortable with the hybrids because they were not fully Sebacean. Earth did grant them civil liberties within their borders, certainly more than the Sebaceans did. However, they also put strict limits on SebaceaHuman immigration to Earth Alliance space.

As a result, many SebaceaHumans began to protest their unfair treatment and a civil rights movement came into fruition in the Sebacean Republic. The hybrids were joined by interracial couples, who wanted to see their children's rights protected under the law. But at every turn, their efforts were defeated by the government, who cowed to the ignorance and fear espoused by Sebacean purist lobbying groups.

Aeryn joined the movement, becoming an outspoken advocate of civil liberties for the SebaceaHumans. She was joined by her son and grandson, as well as by Michael McGregor and his son, Robert McGregor, II, in the struggle for freedom. However, as they found themselves running into brick walls with the Sebacean government, they also made a startling discovery about the people they were working to get more rights for.

The SebaceaHumans had begun to develop their own culture, and their own cultural identity. They were not entirely Human, and not entirely Sebacean. Therefore, they began to see themselves as neither. Instead, SebaceaHumans began to develop a separated identity as their own race. It was this fact that caused Aeryn and the others to lead SebaceaHumans in a different direction, which would be the subject of her speech today.

"Mother," said an aged Jack Crichton, as he came into the room where Aeryn was sitting. "They are ready for you."

"Thank you," said Aeryn. "Mind giving me a hand."

Jack helped the older Sebacean woman out of her chair. "Oooh," she said, "I'm definitely not as young as I used to be."

"I don't know," said Jack, "I think you look mighty spry for a 112 year old woman. I know if Dad were here, he'd still want to get you to the nearest intimate spot."

"Jack!" scolded Aeryn in a motherly tone. "That's no way to speak about your parents. Now, let's not keep them waiting."

"Yes, Mom," replied Jack playfully in the tone of a corrected teenager.

Jack led Aeryn outside to Constitution Park. This park was part of a museum complex that had been constructed on the sight where the Peacekeepers had surrendered to ISA Allied forces nearly 60 cycles ago. The same site would later serve as the spot where the Sebacean Constitution was signed, forming the Sebacean Republic.

The crowd of thousands of people who had come to hear the matriarch of the SebaceaHuman civil rights movement speak cheered when they saw the aging woman climb the steps to the podium and stand before the microphones. After several minutes of cheering, the crowd quieted to listen to Aeryn speak.

"We are gathered here," she began, "on this important landmark to the history of the SebaceaHuman people. This is the place where the Peacekeeper tyranny ended, and the place where this new race was born. That brutal war between Humans and Sebaceans, which I witnessed firsthand, would become the crucible that would eventually forge a closer bond between those two races. That bond would result in the inter-breeding of those races, and the creation of a new culture. A culture that, like its people, is part Human, and part Sebacean. A culture that is its own identity. A culture that is SebaceaHuman. This is why I have called you all here today. For many cycles, we have attempted to struggle for more rights in the Sebacean Republic. This struggle has been, for the most part, futile. Yes, much of the reason has been because of fear and bigotry. But, in the end, I think we must look to ourselves to find the answers as to why we have been failing to achieve our goals. Upon examination, the reason becomes clear. We have been working for the wrong goal."

"We have made no headway in forging a future for our people in the Sebacean Republic," continued Aeryn, "because this is a republic of Sebaceans. Our people are no longer Sebacean. We carry the blood of two races, and through that mixed blood have forged our own blood, our own voice. And we must let that voice be heard, but not through a government set up to speak for Sebaceans. For our people are not Sebaceans. Not through a government set up to speak for Humans. For our people are not Humans. Therefore, our goal must be for a relocation of the SebaceaHuman race to a world of its own."

Many in the crowd began to cheer and applaud the proposition, while others murmured with uncertainty. Aeryn continued her speech. "A brave new world for SebaceaHumans, a world for the culture of our people, a world with a government that speaks for our people. We must not fight our evolution, but rather embrace it. I say our people, because although I may be Sebacean, my family is SebaceaHuman. I am the first Sebacean to mate with a Human, and I am proud of that, and proud of who my husband, John Crichton, was."

The crowd cheered once again upon hearing John Crichton's name. His name, along with others from the time before the Peacekeeper Wars, have become legends among SebaceaHumans. Aeryn pressed on. "I call on all SebaceaHumans, and any interspecies couples who wish to join us to be a part of the future for their SebaceaHuman children, to pool our resources. We need ships, we need financing, we need support, and, above all, we need your courage and commitment. Together, we will build that brave new world for SebaceaHumans, and move into the future as we should. As one people, with our own unique voice."

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Chapter 8: Into the Wilderness

Unclaimed Planet in system designated Tango 965D. Earth Year 2347 (2 years after Chapter 7, 85 years after end of Farscape Season 2).

*

Michael McGregor stood on the open plain of grass that stretched for several miles in diameter. He had been standing there for an hour, just watching blades of grass be blown by the breeze. The SebaceaHuman was in awe by the tranquility of the plain, unaccustomed to the open space having spent much of his life on starships.

McGregor was wearing a brown, leather flight jacket that had belonged to his Father. Although the son of the late Robert McGregor was 73 years old, he did not look as old as a pure bread Human man would at that age. That was an advantage of his half-Sebacean heritage. Humans lived on average about 100 years, while Sebaceans lived to be about 200. Most half-Human, half-Sebacean hybrids' life spans were somewhere in between that, average of 140 years. Of course, when getting into quarter hybrids, the expectancy goes down or up depending on whether there is more Human or Sebacean in the mix.

McGregor was in command of an expedition to locate a suitable world to be settled by SebaceaHumans. After Aeryn Sun-Crichton's landmark speech 2 years before calling for SebaceaHumans to settle their own home world, popular support for this movement began to build. Now called the SebaceaHuman Resettlement Initiative, it gained support from the majority of the SebaceaHuman population in Sebacean territory, and from about 30% of SebaceaHumans living in either Earth or Sebacean Royal Colony space. The government of Sebacea was straddling the fence on the issue. On the one hand, it would solve many Sebacean problems with the alleged threat to their culture posed by the hybrids. However, it would also mean loosing a valuable source of labor.

However, the Earth Alliance, Interstellar Alliance, and Sebacean Royal Colonies responded with whole hearted support for the initiative. Empress Katralla of the Sebacean Royal Colonies met with Aeryn Sun-Crichton, and pledged 10 million credits for the cause from her government. The ISA responded by voting to officially recognize SebaceaHumans as an independent, unique race. Earth contributed an Explorer class vessel, the LaSalle, to aid in the search for a home world suitable for the SebaceaHuman colony. Much of the Earth Alliance's support came from lobbying by the McGregor family, now a highly respected family of government officials, military officers, and scientists with retired Earth Force General Michael McGregor at its head.

McGregor personally took command of the expedition to find a suitable home world. They set out a year ago to find a suitable world, but came up with little results until two weeks ago. That was when they examined an unclaimed, uninhabited planet in a system designated as Tango 965D. Never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined what they found.

The planet was similar to Earth in many respects. Its atmosphere was Earth like, as was its environment and flora. Their was one large continent that covered about 40% of the planet's surface. A third of the continent lies in the polar region of the planet, but the rest of it ranges from the tropical to mild climates with lush vegetation. As Michael McGregor looked on the field near their primary landing site, all he could think was of one word. Perfect.

"Sir," said Captain Ronald Blair, the commander of the EAS LaSalle. "We're almost through with our surveys. Most of the data looks extremely promising."

"I know," said McGregor. "I've been up most of the night reading it. Your teams have done a very thorough job, Captain. My compliments. When we get back to the ship, open a channel to Sebacea. I want to speak with Aeryn Crichton."

"May I ask, sir," said Blair, "are you going to tell her this place looks promising."

"I'm going to tell her this IS the place," said McGregor.

"Sir," said Blair. "Isn't that a little hasty. We still have a lot of data to collect about this world. Something could come up that makes it unsuitable."

"I doubt that will happen," said McGregor. "But, we'll still have time to make sure this world is suitable. It will take months for Crichton to put together the first colony expedition. Then, a month's transit to get here. We'll have about six months before they can get here."

"It just seems so...rushed, General," said Blair.

"Captain," said McGregor, "my Father used to tell me to go with your instincts. They never lie to you, and when they do, its for your own good. Well, my instincts would serve me no purpose in lying to me about this. So, when they tell me this is the place, I'm going with that instinct."

"Yes, sir," said Blair. "I'll have the communications officer set up the long range tachyon channel for Sebacea when we get back."

"Very good," said McGregor. "Thank you, Captain."

"Sir," said Blair, rendering a salute then turning to walk to the shuttle.

**

(6 months later)

Fifteen ships approached the planet that was to become the home world of the SebaceaHuman race after a month long voyage to get there. The ships were of various types, six of them being Leviathans while four others were Earth or Sebacean transports. Two of the ships were warships, one Earth Force destroyer and one Sebacean command carrier, sent to escort the expedition to the planet and guard against any possible aggressors.

Standing on the command deck of the Leviathan Moya, Aeryn Sun-Crichton looked at the world that loomed larger as the fleet approached it. She had seen numerous images as part of the extensive data Michael McGregor has sent back on the planet, but it was only now that she was seeing it in person did Aeryn get the full view of the majesty of it. In a way, Aeryn stood on the threshold of her old life and her new life. She was coming to the new world for the race that, in a way, she and John Crichton had given birth to on this very ship. Moya had been her home for so many cycles, and still would be home to her in her heart.

But now, she was able to make sure that the SebaceaHumans had a home of their own. Although Aeryn had already done much for the cause of SebaceaHuman independence, she had been asked by her people to continue to play a role. A SebaceaHuman colonial assembly had been formed, and Aeryn was unanimously elected as its leader. Their was still much work to be done in the cycles ahead, but for now, Aeryn only had one thought in her mind.

"We did it, John," said Aeryn to herself. "We secured Jack's people a home, where they may pursue their destiny."

"Aeryn," said Pilot's voice, coming over the clamshell viewer. Her old friend had a smile on his face when his image appeared on the screen. "I am happy to report that Moya is ready to enter orbit."

"Thank you, Pilot," said Aeryn. "Tell the other ships to follow suit, please. I'll contact them about landing operations in one arn."

"Of course, Aeryn," said Pilot.

Aeryn returned her attention to the green and blue planet that was ahead of them. "So much yet to do," thought Aeryn. "This will be my purpose in life now. Funny, I had always feared that my life would be meaningless without John. I still miss him every moment of every day. But, fate managed to give me something to occupy my time until I can be with John once again. I will make sure that this brave, new world will be the legacy of John Crichton, Robert and Jenavia McGregor, and so many others who fought so hard for the cause of freedom. Freedom for our people will be in this new world. I only hope this race will be strong enough to fight the battles that lie ahead to build this world, and see that it endures."

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Part Two: Preservation of a World

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Chapter 9: The Matriarch

Earth Year 2414. Sixty-seven years later (152 years after end of Farscape season 2)

*

It was a beautiful morning in the capital city of the republic, on its homeworld of New Babylon. During the previous night, a rainshower doused the city, and the buildings, streets, and grassy yards glistened with the moisture left by that rain. Spring time on this part of New Babylon invariably brought her to McGregor Park in the mornings to just sit and enjoy the beauty of her surroundings.

Sitting on a bench in the park, surrounded by green trees and grass and the sound of children playing in the background, Aeryn Sun-Crichton smiled as she felt the morning breeze and the warmth of the sun touch her simultaneously. The 175 year old Sebacean woman loved mornings like this. It made her feel like everything had been worth it, because her people could live in such a paradise.

It had been sixty-seven years since the SebaceaHuman colonists had first arrived on this planet. The park where Aeryn now sat marked the spot where the first colony ships had landed, depositing the first 1000 colonists on the planet. They had cristened the planet New Babylon, named after the ancient Earth city that had been the crossroads of civilization. Now, this planet served as a crossroads where the product of two races came together as one culture.

On this planet, the colonist founded the SebaceaHuman Republic. All SebaceaHumans and mixed race couples of Sebacean and Human extraction were welcomed into this republic, and were accepted as citizens. A democratically elected government was selected, and a ruling council established to serve the citizenry. The members of the Council of Seven, as it came to be called, were eventually elected from the seven provinces of the Republic. The members selected a Chief Counselor to lead their council, established and commanded and armed forces to defend the republic, established laws, promoted the general welfare, and insured general security for the people.

Aeryn Sun-Crichton was elected as the first Chief Counselor of the Republic, and she served in that position for the first fifty years of the republic's existence. However, after her 25th term of service, Aeryn decided not to make herself available for re-election. She decided it was time for a full bread SebaceaHuman to lead the council. She supported James McGregor, the great-grandson of General Robert McGregor, for the position. He was unanimously elected and still serves to this day.

In the meantime, Aeryn could look back on a fifty-year term to be proud of. In that time, the SebaceaHumans established and army and space navy, founded thirteen major cities on the planet, had established various modes of infrastructure, and had sought and received official recognition and membership in the Interstellar Alliance. The SebaceaHuman race now flourished in a homeworld of their own which was now settling two colonies in a nearby system.

Although Aeryn was no longer Chief Counselor, she was still considered to be the Republic's matriarch. She was also the head of one of three families that were known in unison as the Noble Families of the Republic. A sort of unofficial, though recognized and respected title, the Crichtons, McGregors, and Rels were the nobility of the republic because of their status as the first SebaceaHuman familes. Their ancestors had been the first to produce hybrid offspring. This title brought the families great honors, wealth and status in the republic, and responsibilites that Aeryn had to look after as head of the family.

But on that morning, Aeryn was not thinking about the republic or her family's status or her former career as a Chief Counselor or her status as a matriarch. She was thinking of the old days, the days when life may have been more dangerous, but was in many ways much more simple. It was also the time when the love of her life, her husband, John Crichton, had been with her. The happiest days of her life were the ones she spent with John and her late son, Jack, along with her other friends on Moya. Despite being chased by Scorpius and Peacekeepers and Scarrens and everything else in the universe, those had been happy times. She had been thinking more and more about those days lately, and it began to shape her thinking on the near future.

As Aeryn sat on the bench, a young woman walked up behind her in a slow, but steady stride. She did not want to disturb the old woman, but still wanted to see her. The young woman was fair skinned, and had dark hair cut to shoulder length. She had blue eyes and soft lips that accentuated her feminity, in stark contrast to the military uniform she was wearing. The woman wore the dark blue pullover shirt and pants that was the standard duty uniform of an officer in the SebaceaHuman Republic's Navy. Her rank insignia indicated a Junior Lieutenant, the winged insignia on her left breast indicated she was a member of the Navy's Flight Corps, a fighter pilot. Before she could announce her presence to the old woman she approached, Aeryn spoke to the approaching younger woman.

"I hear you back there," said Aeryn. "I may not have been a soldier for some time, but there are few who could still today sneak up on me. Approach."

The woman complied, coming forward to face the matriarch of the republic. She snapped to attention, and saluted the older woman. "Good morning, ma'm," said the young woman.

"At ease, Lieutenant," said Aeryn very formally. She then rose, and faced the young woman. Then, the two embraced each other in a warm hug.

"My dear, great, great-granddaughter," said Aeryn. "How are you, Aeryn?"

"I'm fine, Great-Grandma-ma" replied Junior Lieutenant Aeryn Crichton. "I wanted to see you before I left."

"I'm glad you did, my dear," said the older Aeryn. She pulled back slightly, and took in the sight before her. "My, you do look good in that uniform."

"Thanks," said the younger Aeryn, pulling at the collar. "Though, you could have made the collars on these uniforms less itchy when you designed them."

"I didn't design them, remember," said Aeryn. "Michael McGregor organized the armed forces. Despite the itchy collars on the uniforms, I think he did a good job at it. And now, you are one of the Republic Navy's newest officers. I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you," said the younger Aeryn. "I hope I do the family name justice."

"Don't worry about that," said the older Aeryn. "Just do your best. Don't worry about being a Crichton as much, just be you. Remember, I come from the time when being a Crichton just meant being married to a fugitive. I think I have a different perspective on our family's nobility. So, how are you feeling? Nervous?"

"A bit," said the younger Aeryn. "I leave tonight for the Renown. The pride of the fleet. You didn't have anything to do with that, did you?"

"Of course not. You know I wouldn't. But, you are a Crichton, so the family name probably did the job without me having to lift a finger."

"That just doesn't feel right."

"I know. But it is just something you have to get used to. But, you did extremely well at the academy, and in flight training. You deserve to be there. Now, like everyone else, you are going to have to prove that."

"I will. I am going to earn my place."

"I know you will. Now, if you wouldn't mind walking me home. I'd like to spend some time with you before you have to depart for your carrier."

**

Chief Counselor James McGregor sat in his office in the capital building, pondering the latest bill that would be debated before the council that day. It was a bill to increase funding for drought relief in the southern province, one that was sure to received opposition from the provinces of the east because they wanted more funding for transportation improvement in those areas. It was days like this that McGregor often wished he was a soldier again instead of a politician.

Before being elected to the Council of Seven, McGregor had been a senior Admiral in the Navy. On the deck of a battle carrier, things seemed just more straightfoward. In politics, it seemed to McGregor that things were never straightforward. But, he had wanted to serve on the council, and he was elected both on his military record and, of course, because he was a McGregor. Then, out of the blue, seventeen cycles ago, Aeryn Sun-Crichton announces that she wishes to step down as Chief Counselor. She approaches him about running for the position. In shock, feeling he can't refuse the Matriarch of the Republic, he accepts, and wins thanks to her support. Most of the time, he was glad of his decision. Today was one of the exceptions.

A knock on the door brought his attention away from the bill. Simultaneously irritated at being interrupted and relieved for the diversion, the grey-brown haired, older man called out to the visitor. "Enter," he said.

Into the room stepped a balding, tan skinned man wearing the uniform of a Republic Navy Admiral. He was Admiral Joseph Rel, the Chairman of the Military Staff Council. "Chief Counselor," said the Admiral.

"Yes, Joe," said McGregor. "What can I do for you?"

"There is someone here I think you should speak to," said Admiral Rel in a somber tone.

"Very well," replied McGregor warily.

Rel turned, and motioned for someone to enter. Into the room stepped a Luxan, dressed in the uniform of an Interstellar Alliance Ranger. Like the other members of the alliance, Luxans were allowed to join the Rangers to ensure the force's impartiality to all member worlds. "Chief Counselor," said Admiral Rel. "This is Ranger D'Allon. He has brought us some troubling news."

"Chief Counselor," said D'Allon. "My ship has been on patrol near your territory. I have news for you, and a warning. Your republic is in great danger."

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Chapter 10: Welcome Aboard

Junior Lieutenant Aeryn Crichton stepped off of the shuttle and into the landing bay of the SHRS (SebaceaHuman Republic Ship) Renown. Although she has been about battle carriers before, she still could not help but to feel in awe at the massive size of their landing bays. All around her were various fighters and shuttles in various states of being armed, fueled, or repaired. To the far side of the bay was the massive doors which could be opened to a huge airlock chamber. From their, ships were released into space through a hatch that opened on the other side after the airlock was depressurized.

She stood in line as each of the new arriving officers and crewmen reported in with the deck officer. After several minutes, it was her turn to report in. Aeryn saluted, and then spoke to the blonde haired deck officer. "Sir," she said, "Junior Lieutenant Aeryn Crichton requesting permission to come aboard."

The deck officer returned the salute. "Permission granted," said the officer. "Lieutenant, you are to report to the Captain on the bridge."

"Yes, sir," replied Aeryn.

"Welcome aboard, Lieutenant," said the officer. "Dismissed."

"Sir," said Aeryn coming to attention, making a right face, and marching off towards one of the lifts.

Aeryn rode one of the lifts up to the Command and Control deck of the Renown. When she stepped off the lift, she was stopped by a security officer, and asked to state her business. After Aeryn stated her intentions, the officer cleared her to enter the bridge.

When she stepped through the door to the bridge, Aeryn entered a dimly lit room filled with higher ranking officers and crewmen manning various consoles. Looking through the group of officers, she spotted a man wearing a senior officer's uniform adorned with Captain's bars. She approached the Captain, came to attention, and saluted. The Captain turned to face her as Aeryn spoke.

"Sir," said Aeryn, "Junior Lieutenant Aeryn Crichton, reporting as ordered."

Captain Grallic Ellis returned the salute, but was slow to respond. The tall, greyish-brown haired man with a gaunt face and stern expression, eyed the young Lieutenant like a specimen. "Well," said Ellis, "you're the Crichton who has been assigned to me, eh?"

"Yes, sir," replied Aeryn, trying to hold back her consternation about the way he addressed her.

"I wanted to make some things clear to you before sending you to your squadron," said Captain Ellis. "I've looked through your file. You are a competent pilot, high marks on test scores, and by all accounts a capable young officer. That's why I agreed to accept you aboard my ship as a pilot in one of my fighter squadrons. But get this straight. You're family name will not get you any special treatment aboard this ship. No special privileges, no special outs for screwing up. If you can't cut it, then no matter who you're Great-Grandmommy is, I'll boot you off of this ship faster than you can take a piss. But, by the same token, your family name won't get you any extra harsh treatment either. I won't tolerate that from any officer under my command. If you prove yourself, serve well, then you will be given the same chances for reward and advancement as any other officer. I wanted to make myself clear from the start. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," replied Aeryn.

"Good," said Captain Ellis. "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant. Report to your squadron commander. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir," replied Aeryn, coming to attention, saluting, and moving to leave the bridge. She quickly left the Captain and his not so nice welcome on the bridge, and headed back to the lift. After she got inside of the lift, and the door closed, Aeryn pounded her fist into the wall, relieving her pent up frustration and anger. Then, she took a deep breath, and told the computer on the lift to take her to the flight deck.

**

"You wished to see me, Chief Counselor," said Admiral Rel, stepping into James McGregor's office.

"Yes, Joe," said Counselor McGregor. "Have a seat."

Joseph Rel sat down in a seat opposite that of McGregor. "What did the Council say?" asked the Admiral.

"They've agreed that the information indicates a serious threat," said McGregor. "Of course, credibility wasn't an issue. After all, the information did come from a Ranger. Not many people would challenge a Ranger's word."

"Agreed," said Rel. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"Yes," said McGregor. "The Scarrens intend to invade us. That's the only reason that a Scarren war fleet would be massing in the Janus cluster, as the Ranger reported. We are the only inhabited world in striking distance from their."

"But why would they attack us?" asked Rel. "They've been pretty much out for the count ever since the ISA defeated them in the last Scarren War 80 years ago."

"There's something you have to remember, Joe," said McGregor. "SebaceaHumans were the one's who cost them one of their greatest defeats in that war. The 14th assault wing, a Sebacean military unit made up almost entirely of hybrids, stopped the Scarren fleet at Ralasus. Now, the Scarrens can't mount an assault on Sebacea or Earth Alliance. They don't have the power to do so anymore. But..."

"But they could invade a fledgling republic with an fleet totaling only ten battle carriers and a little over twice the number of support cruisers and other vessels," finished Rel. "My God, the damage they could do."

"Everything we've built here," said McGregor, "could be gone, unless we stop them. Unless your Navy can stop them, Admiral. Any suggestions on where to start?"

"I've been considering options," said Rel. "I think what we must first do is determine just how many Scarren warships are massing in Janus, they're capabilities, and if their intentions are indeed to invade the republic. And, if there is a definite threat, the Scarrens must be delayed, in any way possible, to rush our defenses into readiness. We could send a battle carrier. They would be the best equipped for such an op."

"Which one?" asked McGregor.

"The Renown," said Rel. "Ellis is my most experienced Captain, and his is the best ship in the fleet."

"Very well," said McGregor. "Give the order for them to depart as soon as they are ready. In the meantime, I will contact the ISA and request assistance from them and the other member worlds. But, we need time. We are so far out, away from the rest of the member worlds. We wanted it that way, to be allowed to grow into our own. Let's just hope that we can ensure that our growth wasn't for nothing, that the Scarrens don't take it from us."

***

Junior Lieutenant Aeryn Crichton walked through the fighter maintenance bay of the Renown, looking for her squadron commander. She went to his office, and was told that he was in the maintenance bay. Still needing to report to him, Aeryn searched through the bay, but only saw a few technicians working on several Saber fighters.

Aeryn approached one of the coverall wearing technicians who was working on a fighter. "Excuse me, Crewman," said Aeryn to the tech. "I'm looking for Lt. Commander Lann. Could you point him out to me?"

The young, dark haired technician turned and faced Aeryn with a smile. He didn't say anything at first, and seemed to be sizing up this Junior Lieutenant who had approached him. "Well, I could, Lieutenant. But I'm not sure you would want me to at this moment."

"What are you talking about?" asked Aeryn with consternation.

"Well, you see, Lt. Commander Lann is..." he began, making a motion to point someone out. But then, he turned his hands to point at himself. He finished his sentence. "...right here."

Aeryn's mouth fell open, and she turned red in the face. Filled with embarrassment over her error, she began to babble. "Sir, I...I, let me explain. I'm...I apologize..."

"At ease, Lieutenant," said Lt. Commander Lann. "Its understandable. I'm sure you didn't expect to find you're squadron commander working on a fighter dressed in technician's coveralls." He held out his hand and shook Aeryn's hand. "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Crichton."

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Chapter 11: For the Species

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"Sir," said Commander Estoni, the second in command of the Renown. "We've just received orders from fleet command."

"Let me see them," said Captain Grallic Ellis, taking a document from Estoni's outstretched hand. He read over the orders without a single hint of expression. Many of the officers who served under Ellis knew him to be a man to rarely show emotion. He was made of stone as far as they were concerned.

After he finished reading them, he looked up at Estoni. "Commander, make the ship ready for departure. We leave in one arn. Make sure we are fully loaded and that all systems are combat ready. I also want to see all senior officers and squadron leaders in my office 400 microts after we depart."

"Yes, sir," replied Estoni. "What course shall I have the navigator set?"

"The Janus cluster," replied Ellis.

**

Junior Lieutenant Aeryn Crichton followed Lt. Commander Christopher Lann into his office, and shut the door behind them. "Have a seat, Lieutenant," said Lann, now changed out of tech's overalls and into an officer's duty uniform, his insignia indicating a Lt. Commander in the Navy's Flight Corps.

Aeryn complied with the order, and sat down in a chair in front of Lann's desk. The handsome, dark haired Lann sat down, and retrieved some data on a terminal. "So, Lt. Crichton. They sent me down your flight reps and training reports. I must say, you are an above average pilot."

"Thank you, sir," replied Aeryn.

"It still remains to be seen how you will perform in field conditions, Lieutenant," said Lann. "Not to mention combat."

"You have seen combat, sir?" asked Aeryn.

"Yes," said Lann. "In that little spat we had with the Scorvians a few cycles ago. I can tell you that you may think that you are prepared to go into combat. I know I felt that way before my first combat experience. But, believe me. You're not. Nothing can prepare you except being in a fighter and being shot at by someone who truly intends to turn you into a fireball. Or are you one of those that thinks you are invincible?"

"No, sir," said Aeryn. "I know I'm not."

"Good," said Lann. "They are normally the first one's to buy it. We'll see what you can do, Lieutenant. Oh, and don't expect any special treatment...."

"Sir!" broke in Aeryn. "I apologize for being rude, but....permission to speak freely."

Lann nodded.

"I've already gotten the special treatment speech from Captain Ellis," said Aeryn. "I really don't need to hear it again. I want to be judge by who I AM! Not by who my family is! The Captain assured me that I would be, and I assume that you were about to do the same. Now, could we please leave the subject?"

"Fine," said Lann. "Since I know you are clear on it." He handed her a piece of paper. "That's your birthing assignment, and your craft assignment. Roll call is at 06:00 tomorrow morning. Dismissed."

Aeryn rose from the chair, and saluted. "Yes, sir," she replied.

Leaving Commander Lann's office, Aeryn walked to the nearby flight officer's quarters section. She walked down the corridor's until she came to her room assignment. Aeryn stepped into a small room with a bed, desk, and foot locker. It was the standard fare for officers in the field. But, at least, they were private quarters. In training, she had to share her birthing with twenty other cadets.

Aeryn threw her bags down on the floor, and plopped down on the bed with a sigh. It had been a long day. Between her anticipation upon coming aboard the Renown, her encounter with Captain Ellis, her screw up in mistaking her squadron leader for a tech...she welcomed the quiet solitude of her quarters. The solitude was short lived.

"Excuse me," said a woman's voice from the open door to Aeryn's quarters. Aeryn looked and saw a red haired, light skinned woman with blue eyes, wearing a gray tank top and blue fatigue pants. "Sorry if I'm interrupting, but your door was open."

"That's alright," said Aeryn rising from her bunk.

The woman held out her hand to Aeryn. "I'm Leslie Forbes. I'm in your squadron, and your next door neighbor. You must be Aeryn Crichton?"

"That's right," said Aeryn, shaking the hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," said Forbes. "So, you are the Crichton."

"THE Crichton?" asked Aeryn.

"Everyone's been talking about the fact that a Crichton was being assigned to our squadron," said Forbes.

"Yes, well," said Aeryn, "right now, I almost wish that my name wasn't Crichton."

"Why?" asked Forbes. "What happened?"

"Well," said Aeryn, "Captain Ellis brings me to the bridge as soon as I arrive, and makes a point to put me in my place, so I don't get any ideas about my name and all."

"Ahh," said Forbes. "You met the old man. I can see why you are uptight. Listen, darling, he is like that with everyone. He is a fair man, but a hardass for sure. Has to do with his heritage."

"What do you mean?" asked Aeryn, sitting down on the bunk and indicating that Forbes could also sit.

"His original heritage ancestors," said Forbes, using the term that SebaceaHumans give to their Human and Sebacean ancestors who were the first to intermate and produce a hybrid. "They got the shit kicked out of them on Sebacea for their interracial relationship. Now, his family has passed down this legacy as a calling to protect our people. The Captain sees himself as a crusader to protect the species, so he takes things very seriously."

"I see," said Aeryn. "Well, what about Lann? He gave me shit about my name, too."

"With Lann, I couldn't exactly tell you," said Forbes. "He is a man of mystery. Doesn't talk much about his family, anything like that. But he does seem to have a grudge against the noble families, for some reason no one knows about. He always seems to have the need to prove himself, that's why he rose through the ranks so quickly. He's only twenty-seven, you know."

"Frell," said Aeryn. "I thought he looked young. That, combined with the tech coveralls he was wearing, when I first met him, I thought he was a crewman."

Forbes laughed, and Aeryn couldn't help but laugh with her. "Don't worry," said Forbes. "He's a fair man, and has a pretty decent sense of humor. He'll let it slide. Now, I was about to break open a bottle of reslac. Want to join me?"

"Is the reslac any good?" asked Aeryn.

"Its cheap shit," said Forbes. "But it'll do the job."

"Then let's break it out," said Aeryn.

***

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said Ellis to the gathered senior officers, sitting around the large table in the Renown's briefing room. "Now that we are underway, its time to tell you our mission. The Rangers have reported sighting a large Scarren assault force massing in the Janus cluster. Fleet command wants us to scout the cluster, locate this force, and ascertain its intentions."

"And if its intentions are hostile?" asked one of the officers.

"Then we report it to fleet command," said Ellis, "and fight a delaying action to give Admiral Rel time to mass our forces, and for ISA assistance to arrive. Is that understood?"

"Sir," asked Lt. Commander Lann, sitting at the table as one of the Renown's fighter squadron leaders. "I have to ask. What is one battle carrier going to be able to do against a whole Scarren assault force?"

"We'll do what we can," said Ellis. "Look, I'm not going to paint any pretty pictures for you. We may not be coming back from this mission. But this may be a fight for the species, boys and girls! If we have to die to see that our world is preserved, then we die. But we take as many of the enemy with us as possible. Our people have worked long and hard to see our republic flourish as a haven for our race. We're not going to let a bunch of smelly, scale head Scarrens take that from us. Not while I breath. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," said the officers in unison.

"Good," said Ellis. "Now, report to your stations and survey your department's or squadron's readiness. I want your readiness reports in four arns. Dismissed."

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Chapter 12: Approaching the Fire

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Aeryn Sun-Crichton stepped into the office of Chief Counselor James McGregor, and was greeted with a warm hug by the later. This office used to be hers when she was Chief Counselor of the Republic, but she had not occupied it for many cycles. She was glad that McGregor had done well in her place, and a fact which gave the old woman confidence that the Republic's government would experience continued success.

"Thank you for coming," said James. "Please, sit."

"Thank you," said Aeryn, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of McGregor's desk. James took the seat next to hers. "I was actually planning on coming to see you soon, anyway. Your call saved me a trip. But, tell me first what you wanted to discuss."

"Aeryn," said James. "I wanted you to hear it from me first. The Republic may be facing a Scarren invasion."

"What?!" asked Aeryn startled. "I've heard nothing of this!"

"I know," said James. "We have been keeping this quiet. Only a few in the government and military know about the possible threat. No need to alarm the public until we know for sure."

"How did you find out about this?" asked Aeryn.

"The Rangers," said James. "One of their long range recon ships detected a Scarren assault force massing in the Janus cluster. We've sent a battle carrier to try and locate this task force, verify its intentions, and delay them if they do intend to invade us."

"I see," said Aeryn. "Well, I'm glad to know about this, but why tell me? I'm not in the government any more."

"Aeryn," said James. "The ship Admiral Rel and I sent...it's the Renown."

"Re..." began Aeryn. "The Renown." She was startled by the impact of what McGregor had just told her. "That's...that's the ship Aeryn is on."

"Yes, I know," said James. "That's why I wanted to tell you. I thought you should know."

"I see," said Aeryn. She replaced her startled expression with that of her long practiced emotionless mask, a leftover trait from her Peacekeeper training. "Well, I thank you for informing me."

"Of course," said James in an understanding tone. "Don't worry. Ellis is the best Captain in the fleet. He'll see the crew through it. Now, there was something you wanted to discuss with me."

"Yes," said Aeryn, switching her train of thought. "There is something I wanted you to know."

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Two v-wing shaped fighters streaked through space heading towards the SHRS (SebaceaHuman Republic Ship) Renown, with Lt. Commander Christopher Lann and Junior Lt. Aeryn Crichton in the pilot seats. They were flying Saber class fighters, the standard combat fighter-bomber of the Republic's Navy Flight Corps. The fighter was a sturdy craft with a square, central fuselage, two wings curved at 45 degree angles, and a cockpit tucked into the front center. The cockpit design of the Saber was similar to that of the Earth Force Starfury fighter, the pilot secured in a standing position to allow for better endurance of G forces in tight, banking turns. The fighters were equipped with pulse cannons similar to those found on Prowler class fighters the Sebaceans fly, and are capable of carrying four missiles on hard points under the wings.

"So, how did I do?" asked Aeryn of her squadron leader.

"Alright," said Lann. "But this was just a little joyride. Like I said, I take all my newbies out on one of these to see what they can do. You did better than some, not as good as a few others. I'd say...better than average."

"Thanks for the rining endorsement," said Aeryn with a slight bit of sarcasm.

"You want medals for good flying skills," said Lann, "I suggest you go fly stunt fighters. These are combat vessels, Lieutenant. You fly well, or you die. Now, rack up some enemy kills, then we'll talk."

"Of course, sir," replied Aeryn. She had spent three days aboard the Renown, and in that time she still didn't know what to think of Lt. Commander Christopher Lann. Most of the time, he could be extremely exasherbating. Nothing she did ever pleased him. Her new friend, Lt. Forbes, said he treats all newbies like that. But what Aeryn found more puzzling was that behind the toughness, she could just makeout a man who had deep emotions and who genuinely cared for the people he worked with. Little things demonstrated this to her.

For example, a technician was having a hard time getting a control panel out of one of the cockpits. Lann saw this, excused himself from his discussion with a senior officer, and went over to give the young crewman a hand. The crewman thanked the Commander, and Lann just gave him a big smile and a pat on the shoulder. Forbes had warned Aeryn on day one: Lt. Commander Lann was a man of mystery.

"Trap 1, this is Nova 1," she heard Lann call over the comm to the Renown's flight controller. "Requesting landing clearance."

"Clearance granted," replied the controller. "Come in on standard approach vector."

"Confirmed," said Lann. "Alright, Lieutenant," he said, addressing Aeryn. "Let's get these birds back to the barn."

"Affirmative," replied Aeryn. "Lowering landing struts."

The ship they were approaching, the SHRS Renown, was one of ten battle carriers that the SebaceaHuman Republic's Navy fielded. The ship was somewhat oval shaped, with a landing and launching platform for the ship's fighters in the central core of the ship. The Renown was bristling with armor, plasma cannons, frag guns, laser batteries, and missile batteries. It was the perfect blend of battleship and fighter carrier, its design taken from lessons learned from the ship designs of several different species. It was more agile than a command carrier, but more heavily armed than an Earth destroyer. It could also carry more fighter-bombers than most carrier class ships.

The two fighters came in for a near perfect touchdown on the landing deck of the Renown. Once they halted over the airlock hatchway, the platform beneath them lowered the two fighters into a large airlock. Once sealed, the airlock was pressurized until it was safe to open it to the fighter bay inside. The main doors opened, and the two fighters rolled into the fighter bay and came to a halt at their holding stations.

The two pilots climbed out of their ships, with Aeryn approaching Lt. Commander Lann for orders. She approached his fighter, taking note of the large number of stars on the fuselage indicating enemy kills. There were nine kills in all.

"Well," said Lann, coming up from behind her. "Looks like you'll do okay. Still remains to be seen how you do when the shit hits the fan. But we won't know that till the time comes. Still, all in all, a good performance."

"Thank you, sir," replied Aeryn.

Lann stood there looking at her for a long moment. Strangely, Aeryn noticed this and could not help but return his stare. "Um, sir," she replied, after several seconds. "If there is nothing else...."

"Oh, um," replied Lann, "No, nothing else. Dismissed."

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"Sir," said Admiral Rel for the fourth time to the back of seated James McGregor. The Admiral had come to the Chief Counselor's office to give McGregor a report on force mobilization. But when he came in, he found the Chief Counselor seated in his chair and staring out the window behind his desk.

"Jim," said Admiral Rel, finally getting McGregor's attention.

"Oh, Joe," replied McGregor, turning around in his chair. "I'm sorry, old friend. I didn't hear you come in."

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," said Rel. "Is everything...."

"Yes," interrupted McGregor. "Just...fine. I just had a very interesting meeting with Aeryn Sun-Crichton. She...well, never mind. What's the status of our force readiness?"

"The fleet is mobilizing as we speak," said Rel. "We should be up and ready in around 48 arns."

"And the Renown?" asked McGregor.

"She will be in the Janus cluster in 8 arns," replied Rel.

"Very good," said McGregor. "I'm still waiting on a reply from the ISA. Damned tachyon communications. Even with priority channels, it takes so damned long to contact Minbar. Keep me uprised on fleet readiness."

"Yes, sir," replied Rel.

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Chapter 13: Sighting the Enemy

After two days in transit, the SHRS Renown arrived in the Janus cluster. As they approached the asteroid filled sector, Captain Grallic Ellis gazed intentently out of the bridge's forward viewing ports. He had been working his crew hard over the past couple of days, ever since they had departed New Babylon. Ellis wanted to make sure they were ready for what he was sure would be a fight to the death with the Scarrens.

Now that they were approaching the sector the Scarrens were last sighted in, Ellis began to feel a growing sense of dread. He had always felt that the SebaceaHuman Republic was a gift from God. Yes, it had to be built through hard times and hard work, but it was a haven, a refuge for his young race. The SebaceaHuman people had faced so much hardship, and now would face even more at the hands of the Scarrens. Some of the other officers commented on how the Scarrens could be in the Janus cluster for any number of reasons, and may not intend to invade. Ellis called that wishful thinking.

"Sir," said Commander Estoni to his Captain. "We have entered the Janus cluster."

"Very well," said Ellis. "Set the ship for silent running. Scanners to maximum."

"Aye, sir," replied Estoni. The first officer then commanded various stations to set the ship's systems to settings that reduced the output of electronic emissions and various other signals. All communications were shut down, making the Renown into a ghost coasting through space on a silent trajectory.

"Ship set for silent running, sir," replied Estoni.

"Good," said Ellis. "Order Lt. Commander Lann's squadron to make a reconaissance of the area. If the Scarrens are out here, I want us to find them before they find us. Also, tell Lann that stealth is of essential importance. We don't want to tip them off that we know of their presence, make them move more quickly."

"Yes, sir," said Estoni.

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Lt. Commander Christopher Lann stepped off of a lift and onto the flight deck of the Renown. Donned in his grey flight suit, and carrying a flight helmet, the squadron leader saw the pilots in his squadron waiting for him in a group. As he approached them, someone called the squadron members to attention, and the pilots fell into line to be briefed by Lann.

Lann walked up to the front of the formation, and spoke to the group. "At ease," he began. "Our mission is to make a reconaissance of the area, seeking out any possible Scarren activity. We are to proceed with caution, and with stealth. No unecessary comm traffic, only passive scanning. We spot any Scarrens, we duck into the asteroids and hide. The Scarrens picked this cluster to assemble their forces in because there are plenty of places to hide, so spotting them isn't going to be easy. Under no circumstances are you to fire unless there is a clear and present threat to you or another member of the squadron. Any questions?"

When none were forthcoming, Lann nodded. "Good," he said. "Then get to your ships. Crichton, since you are the newby, I want to keep you close. You'll fly my wing."

Aeryn nodded, and moved to her fighter. As she did so, she passed Lt. Leslie Forbes. "Be seeing you," said Forbes as they passed.

"Will do," replied Aeryn.

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Eight Saber class fighters streak through the asteroid fields of the Janus cluster in a diamond formation. Leading the squadron of Sabers was Lt. Commander Lann's fighter, taking the point of the formation. When they got to a prearranged set of coordinates, Lann signaled the members of his squadron.

"Nova 1 to Nova squadron," he said, "break into search pattern. Nova 8, with me."

"Copy," replied Aeryn, who followed Lt. Commander Lann as his wingman.

The squadron broke into pairs, each pair of fighters striking out in a different direction in search of the Scarren task force. Lann's and Aeryn's fighters stayed in tight formation and wieved through the asteroid field. The two pilots did not talk to each other, maintaing radio silence unless absolutely necessary.

Aeryn could feel herself perspire under her pressurized flight suit. She was nervous, wondering if she could handle herself if she ran into the enemy. She knew she had been well trained, and she was confident in her flight skills. It was her nerves that worried her. Would she freeze? Would she screw up? These questions intruded into her thoughts as she tried to keep them out. Aeryn desperately wished she could talk to Lann about them, but radio silence was radio silence. She wished he could reassure her that this nervousness was natural before your first time in battle.

The two fighters proceeded on for over an arn, passively scanning for any unusual signals or blimps on sensors while at the same time maintaining stealth. It was not an easy task, and it required that the two pilots maintained constant attention to their systems and the sensors. Finally, Lann picked up a signal on his sensor screen.

"Nova 1 to Nova 4," said Lann, "singal detected. Duck behind the asteroid to port, I'll go to starboard."

"I copy," replied Aeryn.

The two fighters ducked behind asteroids as the signal Lann was detecting got closer. Aeryn was detecting now on her screens as the two fighters took cover. They watched and waited for the source of the signal to pass. Several minutes went by, and still nothing.

Then, seemingly out of the blue, four Scarren fighters streaked past them. They passed close enough to Aeryn's fighter to make her think they almost collided with her. But luckily, they passed by without apparently seeing her or Lann. After several minutes of just sitting, Lann's voice came over Aeryn's comm.

"Nova 4, status?" asked Lann.

"I'm okay," said Aeryn. "Um, I mean...status nominal."

"Good," replied Lann. "Let's try and backtrack their course."

The two fighters proceeded in the direction that the Scarren fighters had come from, hoping to find part of the Scarren task force. They proceeded with more caution, moving slowly through the asteroid field while keeping their eyes on their sensors. After a few minutes of flight, they detected a large signal dead ahead.

"Getting something," said Lann. "Follow my lead."

"Copy," replied Aeryn.

Lann lead Aeryn slowly through the asteroids. They would hide behind one, checking to see if the coast was clear on the other side by slowly rounding the asteroid. The two fighters did this repeatedly until they spotted a large shape in the distance.

"Nova 4, duck and cover," said Lann.

The two fighters took cover behind and asteroid, and the pilots in their cockpits turned their sight towards the looming object in the distance. It was a Scarren dreadnought.

"How many are you detecting, Nova 4?" asked Lann.

"Just the one," replied Aeryn. "Nothing...wait, I'm getting something else. Coming from behind us. I think those Scarren fighters are returning."

"Stay still," said Lann. "With luck, they'll pass us by again."

The two SebaceaHuman fighters went quiet, as the Scarren fighters approached them once again. This time, they moved very slowly, traning sensor beams on every asteroid that they passed. Aeryn was worried, thinking that Scarrens may have suspicions that someone is there, that someone being her and Lann. The Scarrens got closer and closer, setting of Aeryn's sensor alarm as the enemy's scans loomed ever nearer.

Then, as the Scarrens came in close, Aeryn could swear her sensors indicated that Lann was being scanned. The enemy had spotted him, she was sure of it. Her instincts told her to act, and act she did.

"Nova 1," she said into her comm, "you are being targeted! Break! NOW!"

Lann instinctively followed his wingman's advice. He broke from his position behind the asteroid, with Aeryn following suit. The Scarrens accelerated and headed for the two Saber fighters. When they came into range, the Scarrens opened fire on the Lann and Aeryn.

The two SebaceaHuman pilots expertly dodged the enemy's fire. They broke into a tight turn, and returned fire on the Scarrens. A battle ensued between the SebaceaHuman and Scarren fighters. Aeryn targeted one of the enemy fighters, and opened fire with her pulse cannons. Her firing reduced the Scarren fighter to ashes. Gone were her worries or doubts about performing in battle. In place of those worries were her warrior instinct which took over and ruled her action. Using her training as a guide, Aeryn duked it out with her opponents, dodging their fire as she blasted away with her pulse cannons.

Lt. Commander Lann also took out a Scarren fighter. He was about to move to take on another, but his sensor screen came alive with signals. Lann looked at the screen, and exclaimed.

"Oh, shit!" he said. "Nova 4, twenty enemies are inbound from that Dreadnought. Break and retreat. I repeat, break and retreat."

"Very well," replied Aeryn.

The two SebaceaHuman figthers broke from the engagement, and accelerated to full speed. The Scarrens pursued them for several minutes before Lann and Aeryn were able to loose them in the asteroids. After the enemy had been shaken, Lann got over the comm channel and ordered all of the fighters to return to the Renown.

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Chapter 14: Assumptions

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"Lieutenant Crichton, is there any way that you may have misunderstood your orders?!" asked Captain Ellis in a very angry tone. As soon as Lann and Aeryn had returned to the Renown, Ellis ordered them both to report to the bridge. The Captain was not happy that his recon fighters had been spotted. It was obvious by his tone and direction of inquiry who he blamed for that.

"No, sir," said Aeryn. "I did not misunderstand the order. But the enemy had spotted Commander Lann's fighter. If I did not act...."

"Your orders were not to reveal your position to the enemy!" interrupted Captain Ellis. "Now, how did you know that the enemy had Commander Lann in their sights?"

"Sir, they were directing scans in the direction of Commander Lann's fighter," replied Aeryn.

"You mean you did not have definite confirmation they had scanned him!" said Ellis. "They did not have him targeted?"

"Well, sir, no...not exactly," replied Aeryn.

"You didn't have confirmation they had scanned me, Lieutenant?" asked Lann in a startled expression. "You told me they had me targeted."

"Sir, if I had waited, you would have been targeted and in the next moment, dead," said Aeryn. "We were powered down, sitting motionless. You needed the time to get out of their line of fire."

"So YOU say, Lieutenant," said Ellis. He turned to Lt. Commander Lann. "Commander, I want to speak with you alone. We'll decide together what to do about this. Lt. Crichton, you are dismissed."

"But, sir..." began Aeryn.

"DISMISSED!" repeated Ellis.

Aeryn saluted. "Aye, sir," she replied, before turning and leaving the bridge. She felt like running, but kept her cool and maintained a dignified pace as she left.

When she got back down to the landing bay, Lt. Forbes ran up to her. "Aeryn," she said. "What happened?"

"The Captain said I violated orders," said Aeryn. "He and Lann are up there now discussing it. I...dammit, Leslie, they had Lann in their sights! Every instinct tells me they did.! If I hadn't acted, Lann would have been dead. What was I supposed to do, wait till they had him targeted, and...and warn him in enough time to let himself know he was going to die?!"

"Aeryn," said Forbes. "You did the right thing. Lann will support you."

"Are you sure?" asked Aeryn. "I'm not. Remember what you said about Lann's feelings about the noble families, including mine. He and Ellis have been on my ass since I arrived! How do I know Lann won't sell me out?"

"Because he isn't that kind of man," said Forbes. "If I know anything about him, I know that."

A moment later, Lt. Commander Lann approached the two pilots. "Crichton, with me," he said.

"Yes, sir," said Aeryn, following Lann in the direction of his office.

**

"This is the position where Lann and Crichton spotted that dreadnought," said Ellis, pointing to a set of coordinates on a holographic chart of the Janus cluster.

"That is close to the center of the cluster