Farscape: The Lost Warrior.

Disclaimers: Farscape is the property of Henson Co., Hallmark Entertainment and Nine-Network Australia. Battlestar Galactica belongs to Glen A. Larson and Universal Productions. Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. All characters used here are for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended and no monetary compensation has been received. Also, I'm broke, so a lawsuit won't gain anything.

Summary: The first Farscape / Battlestar: Galactica / Stargate:SG-1 crossover. Why? Because someone had to do it! Lt. Sheba unexpectedly joins the motley crew of Moya and things goes from bad to worse for everyone when the Goa'uld shows up. Events takes place after Fractures. Please R&R!

Beta Reader: I like to give a BIG thank you to Kzinti_Killer. He was an enormous help in proof reading this story and for picking out some obvious oversights in it.

Chapter 1: The Punchline

They're still closing on us, Sheba!

Hold down on the turbo thrust, Bojay and keep going!

It started out like any other deep space patrol for the two Colonial warriors and it had been nearly a yahren since the last time they encountered any Cylon scouts. Unfortunately, now they found themselves under attack by six unknown alien fighters. The alien crafts had forward sloping wings, almost half moon shape in design.

During their patrol, the alien fighters suddenly appeared and without warning started firing upon Sheba and Bojay. Outnumbered and outgunned, the two tried to make a run for it.

Are they still jamming our communications, Bojay?

Yes, I still can't raise the Galactica or the fleet.

Keep trying, maybe some of it is getting through. Sheba said. We have to warn the fleet of these new hostiles.

The Colonial Viper was the fastest craft in the fleet but against these alien fighters, even using full turbos, they were barely keeping ahead of them. The aliens dogged them, firing repeated volleys of lethal pulse beams.

Steadily and surely, the two Colonial warriors were managing to pull away, although at a painfully slow pace.

We're going to make it! Bojay yelled excitedly as they left the aliens further behind.

Don't celebrate yet, we're still in range of their... Sheba started to say but never finished when a pulse beam struck Bojay's Viper square in the tail section. His fighter disappeared in searing white hot explosion.

Sheba continued to scream her friend's name, even after the explosion marking his death burnt itself out.

For the next centon, Sheba flew her Viper in a dangerously straight line, at maximum speed. She was too mad and too upset to think. It only when her low fuel gauge warning light started blinking was when she finally snapped out of it.

Okay, you daggits! Sheba hissed. It's time to see what kind of pilots you're made of!

Remembering the nearby asteroid field she first detected during their patrol, Sheba headed right for it, with the six fighters close behind. Not even bothering to reduce speed, she barrelled into the massive field of space and planetary debris, pushing herself and her agile fighter to its very limits.

All she had on her mind was revenge for Bojay. She didn't care about herself at the moment and if Starbuck was there, the notorious hotdog pilot himself would have scolded her for being so reckless.

Come and get me! She challenged the alien fighters. Hoping they would pursue her into the field.

And follow her they did.

Flying head long, Sheba dodged and wove a trail through the maze of asteroids. To her surprise, the six alien fighters hung close, matching her every move. This caused Sheba to push herself to fly even closer to the space rocks, until she was clearing them so closely that she could have reached out and touched them.

She banked around another asteroid, moving so fast and so close that a mere muscle twitch of her hand on the flight stick could had killed her. Pressing onward, she roared between two drifting giant asteroids, hanging closely together, barely squeezing through them. A heartbeat later, Sheba saw an explosion erupting behind her Viper. At first she thought she took a hit but two of the trailing alien fighters impacted on a large piece of space debris. This caused the remaining aliens to slow down and to break pursuit.

With an exhausted sigh, Sheba didn't celebrate as she cleared the asteroid field. She managed to avenge Bojay a little but the victory was a hollow one.

He was dead, and Sheba was still unable to raise the fleet to warn them and most of all she nearly exhausted her fuel. Sheba was flying on her reserve tanks.

Holding course, she cut her turbos and engines, but kept her Viper's forward momentum going. She had to save her remaining fuel to power her batteries to keep her Viper's life-support functioning. Sheba knew she couldn't make it back to the Galactica now but she could possibly drift out of the jamming field and beam a message to them. For an added measure for she decided to speak in Earth tongue.

This is Lt. Sheba, of Gamma patrol to Battlestar Galactica. I have been attacked by unknown hostiles. I lost Bojay and I'm almost out of fuel. I repeat, attacked by unknown hostiles, extremely dangerous.

She paused for a moment and repeated the same message again, and for as long as she possibly could.

This is Lt. Sheba, of Gamma patrol to Battlestar Galactica. I have been attack by unknown hostiles. I lost Bojay...

***

John Crichton was down in the hangar maintenance bay working on his latest Human project, making what he called a basketball hoop. He was soon interrupted when Pilot called him up to the Command area, saying it was urgent but refusing to give any details. Always liking a little mystery, he hurried to the Command area of Moya where he found D'Argo, Jool, Chiana and the projected holo-imagine of Pilot waiting for him.

Okay, I got your buzz on the comm, John said, slowing down to walk up to them, noticing their troubled faces. What's the problem?

D'Argo turned to Pilot. Let him hear.

Pilot nodded and in the next instant, John heard a female voice filtering over Moya's comm.

...I'm almost out of fuel. I repeat, attacked by unknown hostiles, extremely dangerous... This is Lt. Sheba, of Gamma patrol to Battlestar Galactica. I have been attacked...

That's enough. D'Argo said and Pilot cut off the transmission before facing John again. Did you understand that?

Ya, she sounds in serious trouble and in need of help. He still saw the troubled looks in D'Argo's and the others faces. There was more going on here than he knew. I'm sensing you guys have a punchline for me.

The Luxan warrior finally let him in on the secret. When Pilot detected the signal, he ran it through the linguistic data base to try and determine her species. She's speaking English John, your language.

Roll Farscape Opening Credits. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)