Author Note: This is my first fiction. Please R&R. This is how I think
Crais and Talyn survived starburst. Thanks to those of you who have taken
the time to read this. As you can tell there is more to come. I'll try to
get a new chapter every couple, three days (what a great Southern phrase).
I'm not exactly sure where this is going yet.
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters are not mine. I'm only borrowing them.
He awoke to the pain and the dark. At least he assumed it was dark, hoped it was dark. He didn't want to be blind again. What happened? was the first thought that entered his mind. He couldn't remember who or where he was.
After several microts the fog cleared and he remembered who he was. I am Bialar Crais. Shortly thereafter he remembered what happened. He and Talyn had starburst inside the command carrier. He should be dead. They should be dead.
He was relatively uninjured. Several cuts and bruises. His left ankle and wrist were sore. He must have landed on his left side. He reached back for the transponder. It wasn't there. It must have been knocked lose.
"Talyn?" he called out loud. There was no answer.
Now fear began to set in. He was adrift in space in a ship with no power. A ship that may not even be alive. He realized the best way to assess the situation was to find the neural transponder. He began to grope around in the dark, but then remembered that there was a portable lamp stowed in command for just such an occasion.
After locating the lamp, he turned it on and quickly surveyed the damage. The damage in command appeared minimal. All the consoles appeared intact. There were a few cables hanging from the overhead. The transponder was on the far side of command. He picked it up and rolled it around in his hands for several microts. For one of the few time in his life, Bialar Crais was afraid. He hadn't been afraid of death on the carrier, but that was to have been a quick and painless death. If Talyn hadn't survived, there was a possibility the transport pod had been damaged beyond use. In that case he would be doomed to a slow death. He would either freeze or suffocate. Probably freeze. Talyn was large enough the air would probably last longer than the temperature would remain viable.
He has put it off long enough. He placed the transponder in the cradle at the back of his neck. The pain overwhelmed him and knocked him to his knees. He quickly removed the transponder. Talyn was alive. Frightened and in an immense amount of pain, but alive. He now had to figure out how to calm the leviathan down and find a way to get him to control the amount of pain he directed towards Crais.
"Talyn," he spoke out loud, "I know you are in a lot of pain, but I need you to listen to me. I want to help you, but you are overwhelming me with your pain. I need you to concentrate so I can use the transponder. Then I will be able to isolate and repair damage."
He replaced the transponder. The pain was still there, but he could tolerate it. Using Talyn's senses he was able to asses the damage. It was bad, but could have been worse. There were several hull breeches, cabling had been ripped loose, connections severed, half the DRDs were destroyed or damaged beyond helpfulness. There had been several fires, but wisely Talyn had vented most of his interior to space. This put out the existing fires and prevented new ones. Propulsion appeared to be intact. That was good. Unfortunately Talyn would not be starbursting anytime soon. Most of his treblin starburst arm was gone.
By now Talyn had calmed down some. He was reassured by Crais' presences. As he calmed down, he was able to take control of his functioning systems. Talyn restored lighting and atmospherics to the intact areas. He stopped the slow tumble he had been on and activated his sensors. They were only able to see a few dozen metras, but even this limited visibility reassured the frightened leviathan.
Crais decided the wise thing to do would be to start with the hull breeches. After atmosphere had been restored he could begin work on repairing the interior damage. He had no idea what to do about the starburst arm. He didn't know if it would regenerate or if he would have to have a new one manufactured. If it was the latter, he wasn't sure how he would pay for the repairs. He knew the limited currency he had wouldn't be enough.
The only advantage in this situation was that the Peacekeepers finally thought he was dead. No one would be chasing him. All he had to do was maintain a low profile while near Peacekeeper territory. He had no idea where he was. He could only assume the starburst Talyn attempted had transported them somewhat less than the normal distance, but he had no idea what heading. There was nothing he could do about it now. All he could do was hope he was away from the shipping lanes or and inhabited system. External sensors were only operating at very short range.
In order to begin repairs he would need to put a pressure suit on. He was not looking forward to working in a pressure suit. It was cumbersome and his senses were less effective. It would also slow him down more that his injuries already did. Checking with Talyn, Crais found that he could make it from command to the maintenance bay. From there he could search for the tools and repair materials he needed.
After five arns of difficult work he and the DRDs had managed to repair the hull breeches. Crais reached for the transponder. "Talyn, restore atmospherics." When Talyn responded that atmospherics were restored, Crais took his helmet off. The air was not as fresh as normal, but it was much better than being inside a pressure suit.
Crais was exhausted, hungry and thirsty. He headed to the galley to solve the latter two. Unfortunately the only thing edible were food cubes. Well, I suppose I should consider myself lucky to be alive, he thought. After his meal, he proceeded to his quarters for some much deserved rest. He fell into bed as he was, not bothering to clean any of the dirt or blood or changing out of his uniform.
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters are not mine. I'm only borrowing them.
He awoke to the pain and the dark. At least he assumed it was dark, hoped it was dark. He didn't want to be blind again. What happened? was the first thought that entered his mind. He couldn't remember who or where he was.
After several microts the fog cleared and he remembered who he was. I am Bialar Crais. Shortly thereafter he remembered what happened. He and Talyn had starburst inside the command carrier. He should be dead. They should be dead.
He was relatively uninjured. Several cuts and bruises. His left ankle and wrist were sore. He must have landed on his left side. He reached back for the transponder. It wasn't there. It must have been knocked lose.
"Talyn?" he called out loud. There was no answer.
Now fear began to set in. He was adrift in space in a ship with no power. A ship that may not even be alive. He realized the best way to assess the situation was to find the neural transponder. He began to grope around in the dark, but then remembered that there was a portable lamp stowed in command for just such an occasion.
After locating the lamp, he turned it on and quickly surveyed the damage. The damage in command appeared minimal. All the consoles appeared intact. There were a few cables hanging from the overhead. The transponder was on the far side of command. He picked it up and rolled it around in his hands for several microts. For one of the few time in his life, Bialar Crais was afraid. He hadn't been afraid of death on the carrier, but that was to have been a quick and painless death. If Talyn hadn't survived, there was a possibility the transport pod had been damaged beyond use. In that case he would be doomed to a slow death. He would either freeze or suffocate. Probably freeze. Talyn was large enough the air would probably last longer than the temperature would remain viable.
He has put it off long enough. He placed the transponder in the cradle at the back of his neck. The pain overwhelmed him and knocked him to his knees. He quickly removed the transponder. Talyn was alive. Frightened and in an immense amount of pain, but alive. He now had to figure out how to calm the leviathan down and find a way to get him to control the amount of pain he directed towards Crais.
"Talyn," he spoke out loud, "I know you are in a lot of pain, but I need you to listen to me. I want to help you, but you are overwhelming me with your pain. I need you to concentrate so I can use the transponder. Then I will be able to isolate and repair damage."
He replaced the transponder. The pain was still there, but he could tolerate it. Using Talyn's senses he was able to asses the damage. It was bad, but could have been worse. There were several hull breeches, cabling had been ripped loose, connections severed, half the DRDs were destroyed or damaged beyond helpfulness. There had been several fires, but wisely Talyn had vented most of his interior to space. This put out the existing fires and prevented new ones. Propulsion appeared to be intact. That was good. Unfortunately Talyn would not be starbursting anytime soon. Most of his treblin starburst arm was gone.
By now Talyn had calmed down some. He was reassured by Crais' presences. As he calmed down, he was able to take control of his functioning systems. Talyn restored lighting and atmospherics to the intact areas. He stopped the slow tumble he had been on and activated his sensors. They were only able to see a few dozen metras, but even this limited visibility reassured the frightened leviathan.
Crais decided the wise thing to do would be to start with the hull breeches. After atmosphere had been restored he could begin work on repairing the interior damage. He had no idea what to do about the starburst arm. He didn't know if it would regenerate or if he would have to have a new one manufactured. If it was the latter, he wasn't sure how he would pay for the repairs. He knew the limited currency he had wouldn't be enough.
The only advantage in this situation was that the Peacekeepers finally thought he was dead. No one would be chasing him. All he had to do was maintain a low profile while near Peacekeeper territory. He had no idea where he was. He could only assume the starburst Talyn attempted had transported them somewhat less than the normal distance, but he had no idea what heading. There was nothing he could do about it now. All he could do was hope he was away from the shipping lanes or and inhabited system. External sensors were only operating at very short range.
In order to begin repairs he would need to put a pressure suit on. He was not looking forward to working in a pressure suit. It was cumbersome and his senses were less effective. It would also slow him down more that his injuries already did. Checking with Talyn, Crais found that he could make it from command to the maintenance bay. From there he could search for the tools and repair materials he needed.
After five arns of difficult work he and the DRDs had managed to repair the hull breeches. Crais reached for the transponder. "Talyn, restore atmospherics." When Talyn responded that atmospherics were restored, Crais took his helmet off. The air was not as fresh as normal, but it was much better than being inside a pressure suit.
Crais was exhausted, hungry and thirsty. He headed to the galley to solve the latter two. Unfortunately the only thing edible were food cubes. Well, I suppose I should consider myself lucky to be alive, he thought. After his meal, he proceeded to his quarters for some much deserved rest. He fell into bed as he was, not bothering to clean any of the dirt or blood or changing out of his uniform.