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Valkyrie II - The Wrath of John by PKAmmoTroop
1st Runner Up for Best Round Robin in the 2001 Farscape Fanfic Awards
Part Two of Nine in this Round Robin Series
Valkyrie II - The Wrath of John, by PKAmmoTroop
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Location: Gammak Base
Grid Coordinates: CLASSIFIED
Scorpius fumed and began pacing; these test flights took so long! It seemed like arns since the prowler launched into the wormhole. The program director, Scorpius couldn’t remember his name - they come and go so quickly now, stood a respectful distance away and cleared his throat timidly. “What is it?” Scorpius hissed.
“Sir, the prowler has automatically initiated the return wormhole and is entering it now…” his voice trailed off to a hesitant whisper.
Scorpius growled and strode past the incompetent twit and marched toward the landing reception bay to witness the results of the test flight. The entire program was falling apart right before his eyes. The test flights were losing ground rather than gaining it. All flights were done automatically due to the lack of qualified volunteer test pilots. The test subjects now were prisoners bound into the prowler cockpit while the entire flight is controlled from a series of research stations.
As Scorpius strode into the control room he suddenly felt light headed, the control room swirled around him and he found himself standing in a darkened office filled with wooden furniture and filing cabinets. The only illumination came from the city lights outside the rain spotted window and the reading lamp on the desk. Scorpius saw lettering on the window in an alphabet he was unfamiliar with but somehow he knew that he was seeing the lettering backwards, it was meant to be read from the other side of the window, and that it said: J. Crichton Private Investigator. “What is the meaning of this little pretense John? I’m a busy man.” Scorpius hissed.
John leaned into the light. “My ol’ pal Scorpius. Have a seat Scorpy, I’ll be with you when I’m through here.”
“You ARE through here.” Growled the half-breed and he turned to leave but found he was facing John again.
“Annoying, isn’t it?” grinned John. “I’ve been doing some digging around and it appears you haven’t been quite honest with me. Or anybody else for that matter.” John’s slight southern drawl was becoming more pronounced with every word.
“What ever do you mean?” asked Scorpius as he sat in a creaky uncomfortable chair.
John lifted a piece of paper and pretended to read. “Says here that you weren’t quite totally honest with me or anyone about your… physical condition.” John slapped the paper down on the desk and leaned forward. “Give me some cock and bull song and dance sob story about how your momma was raped and abused by the Scarrans.” John tapped an angry finger on the paper. “Says right here you’re a self-made man… critter… whatever. Did a little self-medicating a few years ago, some DNA games trying to become a Super PeaceKeeper. Going to kick the Scarrans butts, right Scorpy?” John leaned back in his chair and grinned a smug, self-satisfied grin. “I should have figured that out myself. That’s the only way the xenophobic Sebaceans would even consider looking at you! If you had REALLY shown up at PK Central claiming ‘Ooo my mommy was attacked by a Scarran’ they would have tossed your eema into a log chipper!”
Scorpius clenched his teeth in purest anger. His deepest secret known to only a few highly placed persons at Central Command, now in the hands of this… human. “How did you find out?” he growled.
“Did a little digging around, read the sign boy, I’m a Pea-Eye, you got no secrets from me.”
“Get out of my head John, I’m warning you.”
“No Scorpy, I’m warning YOU. I’m dead now, so you can’t hurt me.” John came out from behind the desk and leaned into Scorpius, his nose denches away from the Scarran/Sebacean nightmare. “It’s called pay back Scorpy, and it’s a bitch.” John said softly. “What your neural clone did to me is only the start of what I have planned for you. I only wish I had a modem or a sound card to stuff inside your skull like you did to me.” John slapped the side of Scorpy’s head. “But considering this hardware you’re lugging around, you’d probably like it.”
Lt. Braca screamed in pain as he removed the overheated cooling rod from Scorpius’ cooling system and slapped a new one in place allowing it to spin into position.
The shriek brought Scorpius back to the control room. His teeth were clenched and he was hyperventilating rapidly. He fought to bring him self under control. He heard Braca gasp. He looked over at his aide to find out what surprised the lieutenant so much; he saw Braca staring down at the control panel in shock. Scorpius looked down and saw that he had his own hand was on the control that remotely shut down the phase stabilization device on the prowler. In his panic at John’s intrusion to his mind he had inadvertently shut down the phase stabilizer on the prowler while it was inside the wormhole.
Long silent moments passed. No one in the control room spoke. Remotely piloted, the Prowler landed in the bay outside the control room. The engines hadn’t completely spooled down when Scorpius and his scientists entered the landing bay, opened the prowler’s cockpit canopy, and looked down into the now familiar pool of ooze that filled the cockpit.
Scorpius sighed as he looked down into the ruined cockpit. They would have to review the flight data to see if the flight was successful up to the point where the phase stabilizer shut down. That would take time and they were falling further behind schedule with each passing day.
Just as Scorpius opened his mouth to give an order it happened, that sound! The pure clean note: C sharp above high C! The sheer intensity of the sound startled Scorpius causing him to fall forward into the pile of goo that was once a prisoner. Scorpius wiped the gunk off of his face and whirled around and there she stood: Two metras tall, her mass equivalent to two brawny peace keeper guards, long golden braids, helmet, weapons, armor! Zavtig! Scorpius could only drink in the sight of womanly grace and beauty. She raised her arms and opened her mouth and out came another note: C sharp above high C. The pure intensity of the note caused all in the landing bay to cover their ears, the glass between the control room and the landing bay shattered. The indestructible canopy window on the prowler was crazed with cracks and Scorpius fell backwards into the cockpit and was now covered with the slime that was once a Sebacean.
Then suddenly she was gone. “Guards!” yelled Scorpius as he struggled to free himself from the prowler. Ignoring the sickeningly sweet organic smell of the goop, Scorpius looked right and left desperately for Zavtig. “Guards! Bring her to me!”
Suddenly Scorpius heard the sound of John laughing and paper rattling in the back of his head. “Whoo-ee! Gotterdammerung Scorpy! Says right here you got the hots for that big ol’ girl!”
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