Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape or the characters, I'm just borrowing them

Prologue: And now on Farscape……..

A ripple of anticipation and excitement ran around the crew of the command carrier. It was impossible to keep news like this a secret among a crew of 50,000 people. It was amazing how many of them contrived to be near viewpoints when the ship was due to arrive. They were not disappointed. It appeared suddenly out of nowhere, a sleek, silvery-white beauty. The first in its class and the Peacekeeper's newest weapon in preparation for the showdown with the Scarrens that everyone knew was coming. It was rumoured that it could cover long distances using a type of starburst technique and even when not using that it had an average cruising speed of hetch 10. Although only half the size of the command carrier it had more firepower and could carry the same complement of Prowler fighter craft. Those lucky enough to have a vantage point generally watched in speechless awe as it glided in to dock with the carrier, making the older ship look cumbersome and outdated.

Braca adjusted his uniform nervously. It was very rare for a member of the first council to appear anywhere away from high command, least of all on a command carrier under the command of a comparatively junior captain. But he was preparing to receive a woman who was second only to the high commissioner in the Peacekeeper hierachy and head of the Peacekeeper intelligence service. He had heard a lot about Gella Listrac and he hoped most of it wasn't true. As she stepped on board, he observed a tall woman dressed in a plain black uniform. She had an erect stance and a very sharp, direct stare from her steely blue-grey eyes. The only surprising thing about her was her hair. Although it was ruthlessly pulled back in a long braid, he suspected that it was a vivid auburn colour when let loose. He unconsciously stood to attention as she approached.

"Welcome aboard, Ma'am"

"Don't ma'am me, Captain Braca"

"Yes, Sir"

"That's better. Now, I'm here to deal with Commandant Grayza. I understand you have her in secure custody"

"That is correct, Sir"

"Bring her to my quarters" She marched off, unerringly heading for the quarters always kept ready on a command carrier for visiting high-ranking officers.

A quarter of an arn later found Commandant Grayza kneeling on the floor in front of Commissioner Listrac. She was almost unrecognisable from the confident women who had overthrown Scorpius and so tortured John Crichton. She wore a standard prisoner's boiler suit and her hands and feet were bound to stop her attempting to harm herself or using her heppel gland to affect her guards. She was dirty and her hair was a mess. She had the look of someone who was not entirely sane. Commissioner Listrac eyed her with distaste.

"Well, well Mele-on. I can't say that I'm surprised that you've come to such an ignominious end. Anyone with such a power lust as yours usually meets their just desserts." She walked around Grayza, her piercing eyes taking in every detail of the other woman's appearance, but her facial expression gave little away. "I must say this Crichton must be really quite something. I wonder what it is that seems to make him an irresistible target for which senior Peacekeeper officers are willing to throw away their careers. Crais is dead; you're as good as. Scorpius has at least kept his sanity but has seriously blotted his copybook with High Command. Anyway, on with the business at hand. The commission has considered the evidence presented from the reports and the various surveillance logs provided to us and deemed you to be a liability, Mele-on. I am here to carry out their sentence. You know what that will be don't you?"

"I hope I am to be granted the dignity of my rank"

"Yes, you will not have to suffer the living death. Captain Braca is arranging a firing squad now" Grayza made a sort of hissing sound.

"You'll all regret this. We could have had peace. I could have given us peace"

"I seriously doubt that," replied the Commissioner dismissively. She made a small gesture to the guards standing to attention at the side of the room who dragged the rambling prisoner away.

An arn later Grayza was brought in to one of the vast congregation areas on the carrier, lead to the wall and chained into position. A large number of the crew were gathered to watch, including all the senior officers, Listrac and Scorpius. On Braca's command the firing squad raised their weapons, aimed and fired. Grayza fell forward but managed to raise her head.

"Ha, couldn't quite do the job"

"Captain Braca, I strongly suggest that you give your men a double shift of marksmanship practice before they are allowed to go off duty again," replied the Commissioner. She took a weapon from one of the troops, raised it and shot Grayza dead; one clean shot between the eyes.

"That is how it should be done. Now, with that out of the way, let us get on with the job of finding the leviathan Moya, the escaped prisoners and the mythical John Crichton" she strode out of the room leaving a stunned silence in her wake.