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Valkyrie III - Battle of the Sexes
1st Runner Up for Best Round Robin in the 2001 Farscape Fanfic Awards
Part Three of Nine in this Round Robin Series
Valkyrie III - Battle of the Sexes, by MannyCalavera
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Location: Gammak Base
Grid Coordinates: CLASSIFIED
Scorpius stared after Zavtig’s immense retreating frame before scrambling after her. As he left the hangar, he realized he should have commed more security to head Zavtig off. *Oh well, too late now.* Scorpius thought as a piercing shriek came roaring back at him…a piercing D. *Zavtig’s highest.* Scorpius thought with delight.
Scorpius rounded a bend in the narrow corridor just in time to see Zavtig enter the defense screen room. *Frell...that magnificent voice among such delicate equipment…we’d surely be destroyed by any chance Scarran attack.*
He heard John’s voice in his head say mockingly, “And just think, Scorpy, there aren’t any other couples running through the wood with you…”
Scorpius passed a long length of wiring. Calling upon his Scarran strength he ripped it out of its casing and pounced Zavtig. Using the short time he knew he had, he quickly gagged her and just barely managed to tie the knot about her head when Zavtig rolled over, pinning Scorpius to the ground.
Scorpius marveled at Zavtig’s beauty in her two metra frame, her shining silver armor, her helmet, and her golden hair…her whole body enraptured him. *Yea she’s like Furlow, she’s sexy.* John’s voice said, showing Scorpius an image of the Dam-Ba-Da mechanic.
*That Furlow isn’t half as beautiful as Zavtig.* Scorpius thought furiously.
Struggling against a weight even he could barely handle, Scorpius finally reached his comm and activated it. “Lieutenant Braca.”
“Yes sir?” came the automatic response.
“Defense screen room, with a contingent of guards. Now.” Scorpius ordered.
“Yes sir.” Braca answered. Scorpius looked up and saw, running into the room, Braca and enough guards to subdue even Zavtig.
As the guards carried Zavtig off to a more secure cell Braca turned to Scorpius. “Sir, the techs have just reported the completion of the new Aurora Chair. Its main circuitry is under 10 metras of thick metal plating.”
“Excellent.” Scorpius said. “Have the guards take Zavtig to the new Aurora Chair. I will meet you there.”
Scorpius barely saw a flash of Braca’s nod and salute before finding himself in a plush room filled with circular tables and chairs. Looking down, he saw a strange brownish material that felt quite soft.
“Comfy, isn’t it?” Scorpius quickly glanced up to see John, PI, across from him, wearing a brown trench coat over a white shirt and tie, a strange brown cap placed jauntily on his head.
“You know, Scorpy, your files are all very interesting. However, I haven’t been able to find any dental records among them…you do know there’s something called a dentic in these parts, right?” John looked at Scorpius’s teeth with a slight smile. Scorpius merely stared back, too angry to speak.
“Cat got your tongue? You are not getting rid of me, you can’t ignore me.” John leered at Scorpius much the same way he was tormented by Scorpius’ neural clone.
Scorpius distractedly waived his hand before speaking, “It is difficult for me to think of you as John Crichton. You are but a shadow of him.”
At that, the conscientious that once was John Crichton laughed and said, “Here’s Johnny! And you will see, I’m much harder to get rid of than you can imagine.”
“But what is this, now?” Johnny held out a strange, almost wooden like material with a drawing on it. “What you see here is a diagram of your head…here is your coolant rod and other appliances…but they’re right where the normal heat regulation section of a Scarran’s brain is, which all analysis showed you have-I mean had. Why did you get rid of it?”
“I have no need to explain myself to you, Johnny, especially when you apparently have access to my own memories!”
“And look at these…” Johnny continued, pulling out even more sheets.
“No.” Scorpius interrupted. “This interrogation is over.”
With that he stalked out of the lounge. As quickly as he had left it, he found himself back in the defense screen room onboard his Command Carrier. *So it is to be a test of our wills Johnny. Make no mistake. If you attempt this, I will fight you, and I will win.*
Scorpius walked out of the room heading for the Aurora Chair, all too aware of Johnny’s silent laughter.
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