Title: To Kill Furlow....
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Ficlitini challenge on Sci Fi BB to kill Furlow.
Type: ficlitini
Spoilers: None.
Archiving: Yes.
Disclaimers: All Farscape names, characters and other related indicia are the property of Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks, the Scifi Channel and all associated parties. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: A more humorous take on ac's challenge.
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The small pod, with its familiar battered white and black hull came to a stop inside the hanger. The technical crew quickly rushed over to it, looking over the vessel before approaching the cockpit and cracking it open. Instantly they drew back as smoke drifted into the open air, more than a few covering the nose and mouths with the hands and backing away. A few microts later a strange reddish liquid spilled out over the cockpit leaving behind streaks on the hull before splattering to the floor into a rapidly expanding puddle of liquid.
"It appears you were correct."
Aeryn Sun smiled and turned to the Scarran beside her. "I told you she would not be able to make a wormhole. She was just trying to steal your currency."
"A pity she did not survive." The Scarran growled, obviously angry at the lost opportunity to punish the pilot responsible for the failure. Aeryn took a step away from the sudden increase in temperature from the larger alien. He eyed her suspiciously. "How did you know, Sebacean?"
"I overheard Furlow talking with the other techs on how they would steal your payment and leave, leaving the rest of us to face Scarran punishment." Aeryn replied simply. "I guess she over estimated her ability to create a stable wormhole."
The Scarran growled. "Very well, Sebacean. Delay Furlow from departing. I will assemble my troops."
"Yes, sir." Aeryn replied with a small grin and departed.
She found Furlow with the other techs swarming over the module. "What the yotz is wrong, you dumb welnitz!"
"I believe I know." A soft voice replied from behind.
"What the frell happened then you stupid frel..." Furlow's voice trailed off at the pulse pistol aimed at her. She flicked her eyes up to the face of it's owner. "Ah...uh..Aeryn is it?" She asked with a innocent smile. "What can I do for you?"
"You've already done it." Aeryn replied with a grin as she snapped her pistol back into its holster.
"I have?" Furlow replied.
"Furlow!" The large mechanic actually yelped at that roar behind, barely turning around in time to be lifted off her feet by a Scarran. Behind him were half a dozen Charrids, some licking their lips in anticipation. "You think you can betray Scarrans?"
Furlow tried to speak nothing more than a gurgle escaping past the viselike grip the Scarran had on her throat. Snarling once more the Scarran threw her at the Charrids. "She's yours."
The howl of the Charrids did little to cover the mechanic's screams. The Scarran turned to look at Aeryn, ignoring the sounds of tearing flash behind it. "Your help is appreciated, Sebacean. Perhaps...."
"No." Aeryn replied her eyes still fixed on the Charrids, her face devoid of any emotion. "If you'll excuse me, I'll skip dessert."
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Ficlitini challenge on Sci Fi BB to kill Furlow.
Type: ficlitini
Spoilers: None.
Archiving: Yes.
Disclaimers: All Farscape names, characters and other related indicia are the property of Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks, the Scifi Channel and all associated parties. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: A more humorous take on ac's challenge.
**************
The small pod, with its familiar battered white and black hull came to a stop inside the hanger. The technical crew quickly rushed over to it, looking over the vessel before approaching the cockpit and cracking it open. Instantly they drew back as smoke drifted into the open air, more than a few covering the nose and mouths with the hands and backing away. A few microts later a strange reddish liquid spilled out over the cockpit leaving behind streaks on the hull before splattering to the floor into a rapidly expanding puddle of liquid.
"It appears you were correct."
Aeryn Sun smiled and turned to the Scarran beside her. "I told you she would not be able to make a wormhole. She was just trying to steal your currency."
"A pity she did not survive." The Scarran growled, obviously angry at the lost opportunity to punish the pilot responsible for the failure. Aeryn took a step away from the sudden increase in temperature from the larger alien. He eyed her suspiciously. "How did you know, Sebacean?"
"I overheard Furlow talking with the other techs on how they would steal your payment and leave, leaving the rest of us to face Scarran punishment." Aeryn replied simply. "I guess she over estimated her ability to create a stable wormhole."
The Scarran growled. "Very well, Sebacean. Delay Furlow from departing. I will assemble my troops."
"Yes, sir." Aeryn replied with a small grin and departed.
She found Furlow with the other techs swarming over the module. "What the yotz is wrong, you dumb welnitz!"
"I believe I know." A soft voice replied from behind.
"What the frell happened then you stupid frel..." Furlow's voice trailed off at the pulse pistol aimed at her. She flicked her eyes up to the face of it's owner. "Ah...uh..Aeryn is it?" She asked with a innocent smile. "What can I do for you?"
"You've already done it." Aeryn replied with a grin as she snapped her pistol back into its holster.
"I have?" Furlow replied.
"Furlow!" The large mechanic actually yelped at that roar behind, barely turning around in time to be lifted off her feet by a Scarran. Behind him were half a dozen Charrids, some licking their lips in anticipation. "You think you can betray Scarrans?"
Furlow tried to speak nothing more than a gurgle escaping past the viselike grip the Scarran had on her throat. Snarling once more the Scarran threw her at the Charrids. "She's yours."
The howl of the Charrids did little to cover the mechanic's screams. The Scarran turned to look at Aeryn, ignoring the sounds of tearing flash behind it. "Your help is appreciated, Sebacean. Perhaps...."
"No." Aeryn replied her eyes still fixed on the Charrids, her face devoid of any emotion. "If you'll excuse me, I'll skip dessert."