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suenixOkay here is the Stark Ficathon assignment.
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kazbaby1.
I cant tell you what a mind fuck this one was for me.
I stressed out over this for weeks and started it over and over again.
First off , It's kazbaby for freaking sake!
Intimidation right there.
And the requests ! Really evil!
I say all this in fun you understand .
I might like with your kind permission kaz to revisit
this and flesh it out in the weeks to come.
Thanks toastrogirl2 for organizing this .
I really did have fun, amid the blind panic.
Any way here it is with comments.
Okay the requests were;
1. Why Stark made that remark (You're green. ) to Noranti on Katrazi.
2. Tjohn's memories within him.
3. Merging of the two John's souls.
This is my crazed attempt . I hope it pleases.
Fools Rush In
Every death tastes different . All strykera know this, a Scarran’s death is full of blood and rage as the struggle to resist sends it’s soul into oblivion. A Peacekeeper does not resist his end, knowing no regrets in a life lived according to a plan in which death is just another item on a list. Although all pass from this life in the same fashion, each leaves it’s own unique scars on the mind. Stark’s life was constructed of these and each passing had left it’s own sear. It was the fate of one such as he , and he had borne it as well as he could.
Before his capture and abduction to the Gammack base , he had known suffering. Pain in all it’s forms had been no stranger to him. Then, Scorpius taught him even more about the subject. Indeed , he was almost lost to himself then. All the scars of his past were crowding in , bending his sanity this back and forth . That is why , when the stranger was brought to his cell, he remained in his wild persona . The instinct for survival remained in in him still and concealment was his best defense. But it soon became clear that this one was different . In spite of himself he opened his secret thoughts to this “human”.
In this man’s mind there was a freedom that he had never encountered before. A glimpse of a that unknown world drew him to John Crichton. There was a compassion , combined with steely resolve , that resided in this man. This appealed to him beyond measure. For a slave, this kind of freedom was the greatest gift possible. The time that he had spent with John had altered him and his perceptions forever.
As a strykera , he had often found it necessary to resort to extreme measures to clear his mind of the random or unwelcome memories left there by his calling. But this time , none of his usual methods were working. When John Crichton’s memories occupy your mind he leaves quite a lot of debris in his wake. Much the same as when he enters your life.
It was when Stark was called on to help Chricton in death that he was ensnared . All the traces of John’s life haunted him. What could this world offer to compete with the simple pleasures of Johns golden recollections? He became immersed in the contemplation of things like ice cream, or football. But more compelling than these was the perfection of feeling that he had seen between John and Aeryn. He had barely known this himself , with Zaahn. How could he resign himself to this bitter existence when he has glimpsed the true contentment of a life that well lived ? He would feel forever incomplete without the happiness he had seen in John’s life obtained in his own.
---------------------------------------------------
This was his current predicament. He left the grief stricken Aeryn Sun with his own whirling thoughts and regrets. He wandered , drifting in and out of real and dream life. Finally, he retreated to the home of his first strykera mentor, an ancient and wise Delvian known as Paio. It was here he hoped to find the aid he sorely needed.
Stark awoke in the first day after his arrival to the soothing sounds and colors of a Delvian temple. The chamber was small and warm and and filled with a sense of peace . He began to hope that here he could resolve his inner turmoil . He knew there would be some price to pay. He only hoped that it would be one he could live with.
He made his way to the appointed place. And found Paio waiting there.
“I have felt your call , Stark. I expected you sooner. You will need the strength of us all to settle this conflict .”
“Master, I am willing to accept your guidance. What must I do?”
“ The souls of John Crichton and yourself are in peril . As he was divided , so was his essence. When you aided him you were eroded as well. The dead John took with him the tranquility and balance contained in their combined spirit. Both you and the living John will never be a peace until we unite them again.”
“But that means” Stark hesitated, unease rising in him.
“Yes” replied Paio “We must call forth the soul of a living being. The most exacting and dangerous of all our practices. It was something that you could never have done yourself. But you must be our guide. You know the risk, can you do it?”
Stark knew at once that he had no choice. He would do this for himself , for John and for Aeryn. But he also felt the spirit of Zaahn telling him that it was right. The circle formed around him and the combined power began to rise. He raised his hands and let go.
_____________________________
When he opened his eyes , he was with the John he had known on Talyn. They stood together in a formless place. The sensation was not unpleasant and a feeling of calm enveloped him. John turned to him with a smile.
“ Well , hey Stark how’ve you been? I wasn’t expecting to see you any time soon. What’s up? You just visiting, or is this permanent?”
“No, no, no, I am only here for a very short time and I need your help! “ Stark explained the dilemma in a rapid burst.
“ We have only one chance, for we can’t pull your other self out of time for more than a quarter arm without sending all of us into dispersal. And he would not survive it.”
John’s look reflected first shock and then acceptance as Stark
explained the after effects of his twinning and death. It had seemed to good to be true. To exist in eternal contentment , well that would‘nt really be like him anyway , he thought with a wry smirk. And to condemn his twin to a life of depression and pain would also deprive Aeryn of any potential happiness. He looked to Stark and nodded his head . “Let’s do it .”
They moved into the classic unity position , foreheads together. But this time there was no feeling of elation , just a massive freezing rush as they traveled back to the plane of the living.
They found him right away , alone in a little used tier on Moya. He sat with his back to a wall cleaning a pulse pistol. Crichton looked gaunt , with a darkness they could both sense. They struggled to take corporeal form. Time was running out
_____________________________
Crichton was taking stock of his life and finding it out of some basics.
“Yeah , like milk , bread and Aeryn” he muttered to himself. It was bad enough that his “better half” twin had taken Aeryn’s heart . But it seemed that he had also escaped with his nerve. He had viewed the message from Stark countless times . And just as many times he found himself frozen with doubt and apprehension, unable to formulate a plan. He was stuck in a place he had never found himself before , hopelessness.
His musings were interrupted by the appearance of strange glow in the corridor in front of him. He felt a crackle of energy and a gust of air. He reacted instantly , jumping to his feet and drawing his weapon. The light grew and resolved itself to two figures , Stark and his “twin”. “This can’t be good “ he said to himself . But , he lowered his gun and waited.
Stark and John snapped into place. Then turned , as one, to Crichton.
“I know , I know , I know. This is unexpected. But we came to help you! Please. Just listen. Our time is short ! “ Stark pleaded “ Your life could be at stake”
“What the hell do you mean by that?” Crichton asked. He gestured at John. “ And what does HE have to do with my life now?
“ Sorry , but it seems that we have some unfinished business’’ John said . “And old Astro here is the only one who can help us out”.
Explanations followed and agreements were reached.
_____________________________
Stark linked hands with the two men. One was willing , the other reluctant but understanding the need for prompt action. Shoving down the
rising panic , he hurled out his thoughts to Paio and the others. And they all stepped together into the whirlwind.
The sensation was amazing. Pure, stunning power ran through Stark. He reveled in the frenzy of it for a few seconds. He saw the lives of both of his charges in rapid flashes. Each fragment he saw carried the full emotional charge of the moment behind it. A vast well of empowerment opened up. He plunged in.
He began to sense the patterns in the thoughts of all the minds involved. Picking up the threads was as natural to him as breathing now. Joy filled him as the paths became clear. This was what he had been born for! He felt the two men with him fall in behind him as he formed the final link. They all grabbed on to the “rope” and were pulled back to the physical world
The three men found themselves , flat on their backs, in the same corridor. Each drew in a breath and began to laugh.
“Man, I feel like I should be handing out cigarettes” Crichton guffawed. “ That was the finest rush of my life!’
“I’m afraid that you will not remember it Crichton “ Stark said , turning serious. “ Once we leave it will be as we were never here. And we must leave now or all will be lost”
“ Yeah I see that . But I’ve gotta thank you. I won’t waste this chance”
Crichton turned toward his counterpart . They grasped hands and shoulders exchanging silent goodbyes . Stepping back , John passed from the room in particles of light. Stark then took his turn to say farewell and did the same.
_____________________________
It was not long until Stark , had once , again said goodbye to Paio and the others at he temple. He procured a ship and set a course to Moya’s last known coordinates. He longed to see what his intervention had set into motion .
Fate , of course, had other plans for him . The Scarran's found him . But his new found strength made him less useful to Scorpius . He could not resist the Scarran’s power of paralysis , though. So they made a copy of him , and he was shut away.
The light , when it came, was welcome, but disorienting . He made out the voice of Rygel. He called out the name of the Hynerian. But the
face he focused on was new to him. A old woman with a wrinkled face and lively
expression but an odd number of eyes.
“You’re green” he said.
“Thank you for noticing” she replied.
It's for
kazbaby1.I cant tell you what a mind fuck this one was for me.
I stressed out over this for weeks and started it over and over again.
First off , It's kazbaby for freaking sake!
Intimidation right there.
And the requests ! Really evil!
I say all this in fun you understand .
I might like with your kind permission kaz to revisit
this and flesh it out in the weeks to come.
Thanks to
astrogirl2 for organizing this .I really did have fun, amid the blind panic.
Any way here it is with comments.
Okay the requests were;
1. Why Stark made that remark (You're green. ) to Noranti on Katrazi.
2. Tjohn's memories within him.
3. Merging of the two John's souls.
This is my crazed attempt . I hope it pleases.
Fools Rush In
Every death tastes different . All strykera know this, a Scarran’s death is full of blood and rage as the struggle to resist sends it’s soul into oblivion. A Peacekeeper does not resist his end, knowing no regrets in a life lived according to a plan in which death is just another item on a list. Although all pass from this life in the same fashion, each leaves it’s own unique scars on the mind. Stark’s life was constructed of these and each passing had left it’s own sear. It was the fate of one such as he , and he had borne it as well as he could.
Before his capture and abduction to the Gammack base , he had known suffering. Pain in all it’s forms had been no stranger to him. Then, Scorpius taught him even more about the subject. Indeed , he was almost lost to himself then. All the scars of his past were crowding in , bending his sanity this back and forth . That is why , when the stranger was brought to his cell, he remained in his wild persona . The instinct for survival remained in in him still and concealment was his best defense. But it soon became clear that this one was different . In spite of himself he opened his secret thoughts to this “human”.
In this man’s mind there was a freedom that he had never encountered before. A glimpse of a that unknown world drew him to John Crichton. There was a compassion , combined with steely resolve , that resided in this man. This appealed to him beyond measure. For a slave, this kind of freedom was the greatest gift possible. The time that he had spent with John had altered him and his perceptions forever.
As a strykera , he had often found it necessary to resort to extreme measures to clear his mind of the random or unwelcome memories left there by his calling. But this time , none of his usual methods were working. When John Crichton’s memories occupy your mind he leaves quite a lot of debris in his wake. Much the same as when he enters your life.
It was when Stark was called on to help Chricton in death that he was ensnared . All the traces of John’s life haunted him. What could this world offer to compete with the simple pleasures of Johns golden recollections? He became immersed in the contemplation of things like ice cream, or football. But more compelling than these was the perfection of feeling that he had seen between John and Aeryn. He had barely known this himself , with Zaahn. How could he resign himself to this bitter existence when he has glimpsed the true contentment of a life that well lived ? He would feel forever incomplete without the happiness he had seen in John’s life obtained in his own.
---------------------------------------------------
This was his current predicament. He left the grief stricken Aeryn Sun with his own whirling thoughts and regrets. He wandered , drifting in and out of real and dream life. Finally, he retreated to the home of his first strykera mentor, an ancient and wise Delvian known as Paio. It was here he hoped to find the aid he sorely needed.
Stark awoke in the first day after his arrival to the soothing sounds and colors of a Delvian temple. The chamber was small and warm and and filled with a sense of peace . He began to hope that here he could resolve his inner turmoil . He knew there would be some price to pay. He only hoped that it would be one he could live with.
He made his way to the appointed place. And found Paio waiting there.
“I have felt your call , Stark. I expected you sooner. You will need the strength of us all to settle this conflict .”
“Master, I am willing to accept your guidance. What must I do?”
“ The souls of John Crichton and yourself are in peril . As he was divided , so was his essence. When you aided him you were eroded as well. The dead John took with him the tranquility and balance contained in their combined spirit. Both you and the living John will never be a peace until we unite them again.”
“But that means” Stark hesitated, unease rising in him.
“Yes” replied Paio “We must call forth the soul of a living being. The most exacting and dangerous of all our practices. It was something that you could never have done yourself. But you must be our guide. You know the risk, can you do it?”
Stark knew at once that he had no choice. He would do this for himself , for John and for Aeryn. But he also felt the spirit of Zaahn telling him that it was right. The circle formed around him and the combined power began to rise. He raised his hands and let go.
_____________________________
When he opened his eyes , he was with the John he had known on Talyn. They stood together in a formless place. The sensation was not unpleasant and a feeling of calm enveloped him. John turned to him with a smile.
“ Well , hey Stark how’ve you been? I wasn’t expecting to see you any time soon. What’s up? You just visiting, or is this permanent?”
“No, no, no, I am only here for a very short time and I need your help! “ Stark explained the dilemma in a rapid burst.
“ We have only one chance, for we can’t pull your other self out of time for more than a quarter arm without sending all of us into dispersal. And he would not survive it.”
John’s look reflected first shock and then acceptance as Stark
explained the after effects of his twinning and death. It had seemed to good to be true. To exist in eternal contentment , well that would‘nt really be like him anyway , he thought with a wry smirk. And to condemn his twin to a life of depression and pain would also deprive Aeryn of any potential happiness. He looked to Stark and nodded his head . “Let’s do it .”
They moved into the classic unity position , foreheads together. But this time there was no feeling of elation , just a massive freezing rush as they traveled back to the plane of the living.
They found him right away , alone in a little used tier on Moya. He sat with his back to a wall cleaning a pulse pistol. Crichton looked gaunt , with a darkness they could both sense. They struggled to take corporeal form. Time was running out
_____________________________
Crichton was taking stock of his life and finding it out of some basics.
“Yeah , like milk , bread and Aeryn” he muttered to himself. It was bad enough that his “better half” twin had taken Aeryn’s heart . But it seemed that he had also escaped with his nerve. He had viewed the message from Stark countless times . And just as many times he found himself frozen with doubt and apprehension, unable to formulate a plan. He was stuck in a place he had never found himself before , hopelessness.
His musings were interrupted by the appearance of strange glow in the corridor in front of him. He felt a crackle of energy and a gust of air. He reacted instantly , jumping to his feet and drawing his weapon. The light grew and resolved itself to two figures , Stark and his “twin”. “This can’t be good “ he said to himself . But , he lowered his gun and waited.
Stark and John snapped into place. Then turned , as one, to Crichton.
“I know , I know , I know. This is unexpected. But we came to help you! Please. Just listen. Our time is short ! “ Stark pleaded “ Your life could be at stake”
“What the hell do you mean by that?” Crichton asked. He gestured at John. “ And what does HE have to do with my life now?
“ Sorry , but it seems that we have some unfinished business’’ John said . “And old Astro here is the only one who can help us out”.
Explanations followed and agreements were reached.
_____________________________
Stark linked hands with the two men. One was willing , the other reluctant but understanding the need for prompt action. Shoving down the
rising panic , he hurled out his thoughts to Paio and the others. And they all stepped together into the whirlwind.
The sensation was amazing. Pure, stunning power ran through Stark. He reveled in the frenzy of it for a few seconds. He saw the lives of both of his charges in rapid flashes. Each fragment he saw carried the full emotional charge of the moment behind it. A vast well of empowerment opened up. He plunged in.
He began to sense the patterns in the thoughts of all the minds involved. Picking up the threads was as natural to him as breathing now. Joy filled him as the paths became clear. This was what he had been born for! He felt the two men with him fall in behind him as he formed the final link. They all grabbed on to the “rope” and were pulled back to the physical world
The three men found themselves , flat on their backs, in the same corridor. Each drew in a breath and began to laugh.
“Man, I feel like I should be handing out cigarettes” Crichton guffawed. “ That was the finest rush of my life!’
“I’m afraid that you will not remember it Crichton “ Stark said , turning serious. “ Once we leave it will be as we were never here. And we must leave now or all will be lost”
“ Yeah I see that . But I’ve gotta thank you. I won’t waste this chance”
Crichton turned toward his counterpart . They grasped hands and shoulders exchanging silent goodbyes . Stepping back , John passed from the room in particles of light. Stark then took his turn to say farewell and did the same.
_____________________________
It was not long until Stark , had once , again said goodbye to Paio and the others at he temple. He procured a ship and set a course to Moya’s last known coordinates. He longed to see what his intervention had set into motion .
Fate , of course, had other plans for him . The Scarran's found him . But his new found strength made him less useful to Scorpius . He could not resist the Scarran’s power of paralysis , though. So they made a copy of him , and he was shut away.
The light , when it came, was welcome, but disorienting . He made out the voice of Rygel. He called out the name of the Hynerian. But the
face he focused on was new to him. A old woman with a wrinkled face and lively
expression but an odd number of eyes.
“You’re green” he said.
“Thank you for noticing” she replied.
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Date: 2004-10-02 03:41 am (UTC)Burbank sounds cool. *bg*