Posted: January 13, 2014 by writingsprint in Science fiction
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Ka D'Argo Farscape


They finally let a DRD inject her with translator microbes. Sheila’s head dropped back. Her ears filled with a barrage of sounds, like standing in the middle of Fenway Park when the Sox hit a home run. She almost threw up. Sheila blinked, finding herself hunched over. She didn’t remember moving. The roaring sound receded, and she heard a soft, motherly voice say, “Child, can you understand me?”

She looked up into the face of a bald, blue creature with beautiful patterns over her skin. Zhaan, the priestess. Her eyes were peaceful, her expression compassionate. Sheila nodded. “I understand,” she said.

“Enough with the pleasantries. How did you get on this ship?” D’Argo asked.

They had taken her to one of the many cells on Moya. Sheila remembered that it – she, she amended – had been a prison ship, and most of the crew had been locked up in these very cells. In fact, looking across the way, she could see the dangling chains from D’Argo’s cell. Sheila shuddered.

John had brought in a stool, and Sheila sat on it in a corner, arms around her knees, still very frightened. She was also jazzed to be in the middle of her favorite TV show.

“Well?” D’Argo demanded.

Maybe not so jazzed. D’Argo looked like he could snap her in half with one hand. Sheila couldn’t take her eyes off him. As she stared, she noticed metal rings bolted to his collarbones.

“You won’t believe me if I tell you… but I’ll tell you. I went to a fortune teller at a magic shop yesterday. She told me that today, my wish would come true.”

Crichton cocked his head to the side. “That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard.”

“She’s a Peacekeeper spy,” D’Argo said.

“Or a stowaway. She could have snuck aboard when we stopped at the commerce planet,” Aeryn said.

Zhaan raised her hand. “It’s simple enough to tell if she’s human, as she claims. I can compare blood samples from her and Crichton. If they’re similar, we’ll at least know that much.”

Sheila held out her hand. “Sounds good to me.”

Zhaan pressed her hand back. Sheila caught her breath. That was the first time any of them had touched her. An alien creature – a beautiful, amazing, blue alien creature – had actually touched her. Everything felt even more real. Zhaan said, “In time. I need the proper tools.”

“What was your wish?” Crichton asked.

Sheila said, “That’s the strange thing. I’m a particle physicist. My wish was to win the Nobel Prize someday.”

Crichton chuckled. “Well, you came to the right place. We’ve got radiation out the wazoo out here. Maybe you can find a way to beam the two of us home.”


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