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Farscape Magazine: Final issue latest, and an excerpt of Rockne O'Bannon's story
by Dani Moure - Monday, March 17th 2003

Category: Old News

As forum followers will know, the Official Farscape Magazine will be ending with issue 12, which is published 27th March in the UK, and in April in the US by Titan.

Many thanks to Martin Eden, editor of the magazine for the following information and snippets about the final issue. We'd like to thank Martin and the entire team at the magazine for putting together a great publication, that has been both informative and extremely fun to read. It will be greatly missed, and we wish all of you all the best in your future endeavours!

"There's some good news and some frelling bad news coming from Titan Magazines...

First, the dren news: It's official – the Farscape Magazine is coming to an end. The magazine's two-year run will end with Issue 12 on sale 27 March (in the UK) and 15 April (in the US).

And now the good news: the final issue is AMAZING! The issue contains:

  • Exclusive new fiction by series creator Rockne S. O'Bannon – set in the future at the funeral of censored!
  • Exclusive interviews with Gigi (Chiana) Edgley and Rockne S. O'Bannon
  • An episode guide to the entire series, including synopses, trivia and commentary by some of the behind-the-scenes Farscape brains
  • Massive cast poster featuring every Farscape character (almost)!!!
  • Farscape readers poll results – including acceptance speeches from the winning actors
  • Executive producer David Kemper's final column, in which he answers readers’ questions about the series
  • 'Goodbye' speeches to the Farscape Magazine readers from some of the main cast
  • Gorgeously illustrated features on the show’s Creature Shop and the art of Farscape!

    Before we go – and as you try to gather yourself from the floor after all that excitement, we thought we would tantalise you all with an extract from Rockne’s exclusive story...

    Enjoy!"

    Excerpt from "Horizons"
    An original short story by Rockne S. O'Bannon


    (This story takes place long after the end of season four...)

    Crichton awoke moments after the first sun crested the horizon. He had purposely never put a covering over the north facing portal because he liked awakening naturally and the gentle light of the first sun did the job perfectly. One of the countless reasons he had chosen this planet on which to build his home.

    The structure was no more than five cycles old, built by Crichton himself – with occasional help from some Jash-nak labourers he hired to help with the bigger tasks like transporting wall slabs and shaping the foundation. It was simple in design and function, in the natural colours and style of the American southwest. Crichton wasn’t sure why he decided to build it this way – but it seemed to best fit the rusty clay soil and stark green vegetation of the expansive valley where it resided.

    The furnishings were as spartan as the six-room dwelling itself. Having been a man on the run for so many cycles, he’d long ago become used to maintaining very few personal possessions. If there was one thing he’d learned living the vast majority of his life at this end of the universe it was that simple, basic, functional things were always most effective. His first glimpse of that was his early days out here in what used to be known as the Uncharted Territories. Those first cycles spent aboard Moya he dedicated every spare moment to studying the remarkably elegant functionality of the living ship.

    The thought of Moya gently nudged him back to today’s events.

    “You’re losing it, John. Mind wandering like that. You’re acting like an 80-year-old man...” Which John Crichton certainly wasn’t.

    He was 311 years old.

    As Crichton rose from the bed, he felt the usual stiffness in his joints – elbows, knees especially – and his back always ached for the first arn or so after getting up. But considering he lived nearly four times as long as he would have if he’d never taken that fateful ride into orbit around Earth back in – what Earth year was it? 1999 – he wasn’t going to complain.

    The extension of one’s natural life was one of the unknown benefits of Translator Microbes. Well, unknown to Crichton, at least, in those early days at this end of the universe. It seems Translator Microbes have long life spans of their own, and when their host’s body begins to age, the microbes go to work, repairing failing systems, fighting off any pesky debilitating diseases. Crichton’s little guys and gals had been performing this function on his behalf for nearly three hundred cycles.

    Crichton moved across the Nebari Tecca rug – a gift from a very dear, old friend – and gazed out the portal. The valley was brightening – the second sun, the larger of the two, was just below the crest of the distant mesas, its rich copper light already splashing across the magnificent unspoiled vista that sprawled before Crichton’s view.

    Growing up in North Carolina, Crichton truly loved his family home. As with all adults – well, human adults, he couldn’t speak for the myriad other species he’d met over the centuries – but like human adults, Crichton thought such a warm, comforting cocoon of family and home was something only a young child could experience. But here he was at the other end of his life – and he had that once again. He loved this house he built. For the longest time he thought he might never have a place to call home again. Yet here he stood. There was only one thing missing to make it perfect. One person.

    As Crichton stared out, the second sun began to appear in earnest, the light very bright, but Crichton didn’t look away. He was lost in a reverie and it was only someone’s face he saw before him. Finally the sun cleared the mesa completely and Crichton blinked, his reverie broken.
    And the importance of this particular day returned to him. He had a funeral to attend...

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