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Unwanted Sun (Parts 5 & 6)
by Buckwheat, E-mail: i_treuer@hotmail.com

About Unwanted Sun (Parts 5 & 6)

Rating: I’m thinking pushing R
Spoilers: A long time ago in a galaxy…. Well you get the picture

Summary: Captain Pleisar Sun is heading to hunt down those that have attacked the Peacekeepers, and towards glory and his destiny.

A special thanks goes to Janet for putting up with my obsession.

A great heap of thanks goes to Marcase and Jessica Rabbit for the Beta and for putting up with my ramblings.

As usual, If you have suggestions, comments or questions please feel free to email with suggestions.

Thanks to those, dare I say fans, who have followed the story and those who have sent messages of encouragement. You all rock.

Copyright Notice: The Jim Henson Company, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Network Australia and the Sci-Fi Channel own Farscape. They own all rights to characters mentioned within this story. I made some or most up, but if they want to have them too, who am I to complain.


Towards Destiny (Unwanted Sun Part 5)

There is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.
Oscar Wilde



REBUILDING MY LIFE

I have mentioned before that I hate Leviathans, they have that smell and it is ironic that I have had to travel on so many in my career. It was after this trip that I started to dislike them less. Don’t get me wrong I still hate travelling on them. My quarters looked like a converted cell with a privacy screen attached to the door. There was a spacious bed and a sitting area, which was separated by another standing screen. It was very spacious. I assumed at the time that I should get use to such opulence, if I was now a Captain.

During the first two solar days, I took to wandering around the ship alone. I tried to stay clear of the other passengers, I made the obligatory visit to the ship’s Captain; but otherwise I stayed to myself. I had not seen Arnan since we boarded, I figured that she was probably relieving the other officers of their currency. I actually missed having her around. I did have time to read the preliminary reports from the Argus. It seems that they were responding to a distress call when they were attacked. They had just about finished retrieving a cargo freighter that had a hull breach, when an unknown force opened fire on them. They did not have time to get the defense screen up. They were not expecting any combat; it was a frelling rescue mission. The bastards must have been hiding in a near by [nearby] nebula, waiting for them. It also stated that the Argus was to be decommissioned, the prelim tech report stated that she was beyond repair. She was barely holding together. I had spent most of my career on the Argus; it was a shame that I would not finish it on her. High Command sent word that I would get command of one of the new carriers being built at Cholar IV.

I wished I could have shared the news with Arnan, I thought she would be excited at the news [by it (the news)]. I could not seem to find her, I figured she was avoiding me, or that she had found some one to recreate with. I returned to my quarters to find something amiss, the door was unlocked. I was positive that I had locked the door. I drew my pulse pistol, there was no need to alert the ship, and I could handle this. I opened the door, pushed back the screen, and slowly entered my quarters. The lights were low, and I could smell something. It was not the usual Leviathan stench; it smelled good.

“Are you going to shoot dinner, Pleisar?” I heard a voice coming from my left side.

I spun to my left, my finger on the trigger, I quickly took my finger off the trigger, but the pistol was still pointed at my intruder.

“What do you want Arnan?” I asked, my voice showed my surprise. “I haven’t seen you in two solar days, what are you doing here?”

“I have brought dinner since you have not been eating in the Centre chamber with the rest of the Officers.” She smiled as she said it. She slowly walked towards me. “Are you planning to shoot me? If not please put the pistol away.”

I holstered my weapon; I walked over to the table and sat. I was in awe that she would do this for me. I did not want to show my delight in the fact that she was in my quarters.

“You know I could have you arrested for this.” I chucked, looking over the meal she had set up. “Given how you cook I could call this attempted murder.”

“Don’t be a drennit Pleisar, I arranged this with the Captain’s cook, I would not try to put you through my cooking, I care about you too much.” She blushed with that last statement.

We talked while we ate, she told me about her winning half the crew’s pay for the next quarter cycle. I told her what I had read in the reports from the Argus. I assured her that Darvo was well, and that he was be my first choice to be my first officer. I told her I would love for her to command one of my prowler squadrons, or if she wanted she could stay in Covert Ops.

“I don’t think I could get what I want.” She mused.

“What was that?” I asked

“Oh nothing, I should go. You probably have plans or something.”

“No I figured that you would have planned some sort of recreating activity” I answered.

“No there are only a few I would do that with.” She answered sheepishly.

“Oh, I see.” I tensed

“When was the last time you recreated?” She asked

“You know when,” I snapped. “I mean I haven’t since her”

“Oh” she said.

She stood up to leave, I grabbed her arm and drew her close, and we kissed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time Arnan.” I said looking into her eyes.

“I have too Pleisar, longer than you have imagined” She looked like she was going to cry.

I have to admit it was the best trip I have ever had on a Leviathan. We started something on that trip, something that has lasted all these cycles. We spent the rest of the trip some what secluded. It was as I said a good trip. I had a renewed sense of duty and energy after that. I was now prepared for what lay ahead. The only thing that would be a challenge, would be how to tell Darvo.

REBUILDING A CREW

The Officer’s lounge at the Fleet Yard was packed. They all wanted to see the Argus as she came into port. Most were there to see what damage she took; all were there to pay their respect to those who had died. I stood at the front of the room, right in the middle of the window. I was not going to be denied the best view; kept on glancing over towards the Invictus, my new ship. She was twice the size of the Argus, and she had five times the firepower. I wished I had been aboard the Argus at the time of the attack, I still do to this day, but I guess my destiny was not to die on that solar day. I had been in communication with Darvo since I had arrived. Their long-range communications array was destroyed; they only had short-range. It was lucky the Argus was in range of our comms.

There were gasps followed by silence as the Argus slipped past the window. Her hammond side was breached in a dozen places, and the Frag Canons were sheared off. The Bridge was open to space, you could still see some of the bodies that were trapped under their stations. I knew from the reports that most of the crew stayed at their posts; those that did not would be dealt with in turn. My first priority was to board the carrier and inspect the damage.

I was surprised at the extent of the damage, I had to wear a pressure suit to get into most areas of the ship. Darvo told me that he was conducting assault drills on the Battle Bridge when the attack occurred. If it had not been for his quick thinking and presence of mind, I believe that Argus surely would have been destroyed. It was because of his actions that I nominated him for the Order of Selar. I also appointed him First Officer of the Invictus, at that time as well.

My next task was not as pleasant, I had to deal with those who had deserted their posts in battle. It was actually done quite easily, and it was fast. High Command held summary trial, and being found guilty of treason they were sentenced to death. It would not be a pleasant death or as fast as a pulse blast to the head. They would die the same way that most of their crewmates died. They would be spaced; it would be a slow painful death compared to a firing squad. Their families would soon join them in death, as is the fate of any traitor’s family.

I had the crew of the Argus transferred to the Invictus to augment the crew that had been assigned to her. Her crew would number almost fifty thousand men, women, and children. I was to have the first cadet detachment aboard a carrier. High Command set up a program, in which serving members could have their offspring receive Peacekeeper training, which would allow then to enlist when they reached enlistment age. I fear that one-day it will no longer be optional, it will be mandatory. A child deserves to know their parents.

I addressed each group of arriving soldiers personally. I found myself echoing Captain Stallton’s speech that I had heard so many cycles before. I made some subtle changes to the speech; I added some personal touches. I spoke of our duty to hunt down those who dared to attack us, and how we would have our retribution. And of course I said that I expected the Invictus to be the finest ship in the fleet.

Afterwards I had a small reception for my department heads. I wanted them to know the sheer scale of the mission. We would have Vigilantes, Destroyers, several Leviathans and one other carrier, the Zelbinion in the armada. They all had a look of great pride on their faces, I told them of how proud I was of their actions in the return of the Argus. With that done I dismissed my officers, I asked Darvo to stay. I figured that it was now or never to tell him of Arnan and I.

“Darvo…Have you talked to Arnan since she had returned?” I asked uneasily.

“Not much, she said her mission was classified. She received promotion to Lieutenant, she did share that part.” He answered. “Why?”

“We worked together on a project to secure the Peacekeepers roll as defenders of the Sebacean way of life…” I hesitated.

“What is it Pleisar?”

“Well I figured you should know…that Arnan and I are…together now” I looked at him, I saw him studying me.

“Well then…hmmm…It is about frelling time Pleisar!” He exclaimed. “When did it happen, how did it happen…wait don’t answer that part. Brilliant”

We sat and I explained what happened, leaving out the more intimate details. I also told him that we applied to High Command for permission to exchange espouses; and that they had approved given that our DNA was compatible. We were to be mated within the cycle and were expected to start producing offspring as soon as it was convenient. I admitted that I was grateful that we were posted to Combat duty, and therefore it was not convenient, for us at least. We discussed our plans until Arnan arrived. Darvo gave his congratulations, and he excused himself.

THE HUNTERS BECOME THE HUNTED

It took almost a half a cycle to piece together information about the attack. From what we could gather, the Scarans planned the attack, but it was carried out by another race; but who were our attackers? It was a question on the mind of everyone, especially those in High Command and the Council. They demanded frequent updates, and I had nothing to give. Maybe if I spent more time searching instead of answering frelling reports, I could have found the information faster. To say that it was a shock that it turned out to be one of our most trusted allies was an understatement.

We found out the information from a Hynerian weapons dealer, of all people. I had Darvo secure his armory and had him “talk” to the dealer. He entered aggressive negotiations with the little slug, it took some time but he squealed like a Tarek. When he had finished gathering the information Darvo headed back to the Invictus. He headed directly to my anteroom, where I kept my office. As he burst through the door, I could see the disgust and shock in his face.

“You are not going to frelling believe this!” He excliamed

“Not going to believe what?” I asked dryly, knowing how some leads were dead ends.

“It was the frelling Thorn!”

“How could that be, they are our allies, we helped them set up their military” I was in shock. “Proof…I want Proof Darvo.”

Davro placed a Data Chip and a Vid chip on my desk.

“Look at it,” he said, “it contain all the proof you need.”

He was correct, they contained records of weapons and ship sales. Paid for with Crandars, Scaran currency. Darvo had also secured the surveillance video, it seem that our little slug was paranoid. It showed Thorn loading equipment and weapons on a transport. I saw something that had made my stomach turn. I saw Ke’Ratan, my Thorn counterpart when I was station on Dredar II, one of their colonies. Her Strikers, their holy warriors, and their elite surrounded her. They fought almost as fiercely as Peacekeepers, I can still remember the sound of their shrills and screams in battle.

Frell!” I muttered.

“I take it you saw who the buyer was?” Darvo asked knowing the answer. “What do you want to do with the armory?”

“Destroy it” I said calmly.

“The Thorn left two at the armory, they were arranging another shipment.”

“Have them brought here, I think they have some explaining to do.” I glared.

Our guests remained silent for the first part, but Darvo was a master conversationalist, he managed to get them to open up and talk. We found out that the Religious right had wrested control of the government and wanted to expel all Sebaceans from their territory. They felt that we had desecrated their gods for too long. They turned to the Scarans for help, who in turn said they would supply advisors and currency, but would not openly engage us.

I transmitted the data to High Command; their response was swift. We were now at war with the Thorn. We were to eliminate them as a threat, even if that meant the extermination of the Thorn. It was a war that all Sebaceans would rally behind, a war that would strengthen our position as a true power in the galaxy and a force to be reckoned with. A war that would see one-time friends hunted down like the animals they were. A race hunted to extinction, a war that would last ten cycles.

TO THE VERY LAST

Every Peacekeeper, every Sebacean child is taught about the Second Thorn Campaign. It is impossible not to know of our ten-cycle war of vengeance. Only our current state of unpleasantness with the Scarans has lasted longer. I figure that you did not need another history lesson, so I will skip to the end of the war, or at least the dying days. The final battle would take place on what was left of their home world of Thonix IV. Ke’Ratan and a small group of strikers were held up in a mountain stronghold, vowing to fight to the very last.

High Command wanted Ke’Ratan alive so she could stand trial for her actions. Because of this we could not bombard the site from orbit. It would mean a ground battle, and a siege. From my experience this take almost as long as the war itself. Ke’Ratan was a master at repelling attacks and had survived the siege [siege] on Dredar II with me. I would soon be proved wrong on my assumptions.

Not being one to ask my soldiers to anything I would not do, I landed with the first wave of soldiers. They, as it turned out, would be all we needed to secure our goal. The Thorn did not put up much of a fight they died hard though. We learned latter that they believed that if they were martyred they would meet their gods in glory and honor. They let us slaughter them. Ke’Ratan would have to wait to meet her gods, we captured her alive.

At her trial, it was more of a sentencing; she was condemned to death after a period of public display. The council wanted all Secaceans to see what they believed to be the last Thorn. It must have been humiliating for this once proud warrior to be relegated to a minor attraction at the council building. The Invictus was given the honor of conducting the execution. I had the firing squad made up of those who served aboard the Argus; retribution was at hand.

She was brought into the hanger and placed in the restraints, she was a shell of her former self, but she still had a look of defiance in her eyes.

“Make ready” I commanded

Weapons were raised including my pistol.

“FIRE!”

Her body shuddered against the pulse blasts, yet by a miracle she still lived. I walked forward to her. Leaned forward and spoke sofltly

“You once asked me what we would call the Thorn. Do you remember that? When we were saving your emaas from the Skinnies”

She flinched.

“You hated it that we never called the lesser races by their real names”

“Frell you” She rasped

“Now, now, your not going to meet your gods with a mouth like that are you?” I chucked

“Frell you Peacekeeper!” She shouted.

“In answer to your question Ke’Ratan, I think we will call you…” I paused, “…Extinct”

I pulled the trigger and this time she was dead.

“Flush this mess out an air lock,” I said as I waived my hand nonchalantly over the corpse.

The firing squad went to work cleaning up the mess.

“Captain this is Medical Officer Kerta,” boomed a voice over the comms.

“What is it!” I snapped

“Sir you should come to med bay, it is about Lieutenant Strana”

I looked at Darvo, he was a puzzled as I was. Then it dawned on me Arnan must have been in Labor. Darvo and I ran to the med bay just in time to see my daughter being placed in her mother’s arms. I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. My joy was to be short lived, for we were to return to High Command I was being replaced as Captain of the Invictus.


One of the good days (Unwanted Sun Part 6)

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.
~Ovid~


The proprietor of the Gilded Trell looked nervously at the group of Peacekeeper…Ex-Peacekeepers that had entered his eatery. Glindor did not care if they were renegades or not they were still Peacekeepers in his mind, and Peacekeepers were bad for business. He smoothed his mane and walked to greet them.

“Fellip nectar or Raslak and lots of it.” snapped their leader.

“I’m sorry sir but we do not serve intoxicants here, perhaps you would like some Cholka Tea?” Glindor replied nervously.

“Not frelling likely, come on we’re leaving!” snapped the leader.

“I would like some tea.” a voice answered.

The others turned, as did Glindor to see who spoke. One of the females in the group stepped forward.

“I would like some tea if it is not to much trouble?” she repeated with a smile.

The others in her group just shook their heads.

“Yes ma’am it would be my pleasure, If you would take a seat at one of the tables I will bring you some.” Glindor smiled back.

“Well comm us if you need us, you’re on your own Sun.” said one of the Peacekeepers as they walked out the door.

Aeryn walked to a table in the corner and sat down facing the door. She opened her bag and took out her one of her prized possessions, the one thing that she always had with her. It was something that was a source of amusement for the rest of her team; she was never without it. The book that John Crichton had put so much time in to preparing for her, the one thing that made her smile again.

Glindor approached her “Your tea ma’am”

Aeryn looked up and smiled, “Thank you” she paused and studied Glindor.

“You’re a Thorn.” she whispered.

Glindor nervously looked arround then he spoke.

“Not many know how to recognize us any more. We call our selves the Denoth or ‘Unworthy’ in our ancient tongue. There is less than a hundred of us left. You are the second Sebacean to recognize my species with in solar days of each other. I’m starting to think that my eatery is in some renegade Peacekeeper tourist guide to this planet.” Glindor mused.

“Don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” Aeryn replied

“Funny that is what the other one said too…enjoy your tea.” he said as he walked to greet some customers.

Aeryn sip her tea, quietly acknowledging that she liked it, picked up her book and continued where she left of, wondering why Pleisar Sun was being replaced as captain of his own carrier?

PUNISHMENT OR PROMOTION

Upon my return to High Command, I tried to surrender my weapon to the duty staff, but instead I was ushered into Fleet Admiral Colnek’s office. I was then promoted to Admiral and given command over all Special Operations. There was an underlying problem with this though. As part of my duties I would also have the position of Military Liaison to the council. So not only would I have the responsibility of overseeing all Covert ops, but also I would have to spend time explaining the differences between a pulse rifle and a prowler. I was beginning to wonder if this was a punishment rather than a promotion. I did my duty as required, and I excelled at it as usual.

An Admiral! He is right though, dealing with politicians is a punishment, thought Aeryn.

I held the council post for many cycles, it often took me away from my military duties, in the form of receptions and functions. I have over the cycles honed my political skills, I can tell the head of the council to go frell himself and he won’t know I did it, and thank me for the complement. How you ask? Well that is a subject best left for another book.*

(*Editor’s Note: I have looked for the book and I can’t find it. I sure could use it with Sparky.)

Aeryn stifled a laugh.

TIMES ARE CHANGING

After several cycles of holding the hands of councillors, my duty as liaison was given to a Lieutenant Faris Durka. He was part of a long line of Sebacean military families. I suspect we will see great things for that family.*

(* Editor’s Note: If this is the Durka Family we know, then greatness equates to a severed head decorating a certain Hynerian’s wall)

I was given the sole task of dealing with Special Operations Branch. I increased the number of commando trained soldiers in the Peacekeepers. I even had two command carriers transferred under my command and formed three special ops regiments. The disrupters, I can not take credit for, that was my predecessor. Unfortunately he used them to spy on Admiral Colnek, and as I have said before her enemies have a tendency to disappear. I was glad to be able to spend more time with my family. I was able to reconcile with my father before his death, and I was offered his place on the council, but declined. I had it arranged that the seat would got to the Strana House. Darvo is now a councillor, he was a great soldier, but he is a brilliant politician.

During this time Arnan retired from active duty. She had lost a leg in a prowler crash, she still can chase me around our quarters and win. She accepted a teaching post at Peacekeeper Command school. She is head of the Military History and Strategic Studies department and now a full captain. She takes great delight in dragging her old Admiral of a husband to guest lecture about some of my battles. I still have a problem saying no to her. Besides it has given me a chance to influence the next batch of leaders for the Peacekeepers, and it is not every day that a father can lecture to his daughter and she has to pay attention to pass a course. She is currently stationed aboard the Invictus as a prowler pilot. She goes by her mother’s name, Strana. We felt it would be best since High Command has renamed her regiment the Pleisar Regiment after me. Frell it is almost as bad as making me Commander of the Order of Selar. Yet more functions to attend.

A new crisis arose shortly before my retirement from active service. The Peacekeepers were having a recruiting problem. With our increase in our protection contracts this became a growing concern. Our efforts to recruit though normal procedures were coming up short of our requirements. High Command had a solution, a solution that a few of us had problems with. They sent out recruiters to every Sebacean colony recruited, by force if necessary, to bolster the ranks. They also decreed that any children born to serving members would automatically be born to service. Other senior officers and myself protested this new directive, but to no avail. I am under the impression that they want to stop members from marrying as well.

With that in mind, after over 130 cycles of duty I retired from the Peacekeepers. I am still the honorary commander of the Pleisar Regiment. Arnan is still teaching, but she is slowly heading towards retirement as well. We still get invited to regimental functions and parades, the current commander loves to dust off the great Pleisar Sun and parade me around like a show dorath. It is my duty to attend these functions. I occasionally go on special envoy missions for the council; I have negotiated several peace treaties. As I write this I am preparing to go to Luxan to negotiate use of one of their moons as a PK staging area. Perhaps I should hold off finishing this book to tell you how it went.

{Editor’s Message: The following was not written by Admiral Sun, but was written by his wife.}


It is with much sadness that I write this, Admiral Pleisar Sun is dead. After successfully negotiating with the Luxan, we were returning to report to the council when Scarans attacked our convoy. Like the hero he was he joined in the defence of our transport. He died defending the ship, he died defending our way of like, and he died in my arms.

He would not say he was a hero; he said he was just doing his duty and that if that made him a hero then every Peacekeeper is a hero. He was a hero to his friends, his family and to me. He may be gone, but I will never forget him.

Farewell My Love

Arnan


Aeryn looked at the picture of Pleisar Sun, with tears in her eyes. She knew what it was to lose someone close to her she could relate to Arnan. She then noticed that Pleisar looked familiar, then it dawned on her; he looked like the statues that are in all the terrain re-constructors.

“What do you want Peacekeeper?” Aeryn heard Glindor ask someone.

“Do you have any Beer?” the voice asked

“It’s just like fellip nectar” Glindor and the man chimed together.

Aeryn froze. It couldn’t be, she thought.

“I told you the last few times you were here. We do not serve that here!” Glindor said.

“Worth a shot, I’ll have the tea, just bring it to my table…” the man paused.

Aeryn looked up to meet is eyes, she was hoping it would be the one she had been thinking about for the past quarter of a cycle. She saw the joy in his eyes.

“Hey” she said cautiously.

“Hey” John replied with a smile.

“Hey” she smiled back.

Fate can be kind some times and today is defiantly one of the good days.

Fin


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