D'argo Ficathon entry

[suenix]

Here is my offering for the fic goddess ,
thassalia .

I didn't get all the requests in but the words
" D'argo in full booty mode " lead me here
and no where else.
This is set mid season 3 ish.

Hope you like it .

Thanks for setting this up trajictale

Suenix



Heartache is not a natural state for a Luxan Warrior. But Ka D’argo Is not feeling natural today. He is feeling something else. Actually, he is feeling many things. But the foremost is frustration. Yes , that kind. He is surprised to discover that his pain has turned to a raging urge to frell his way across the planet he sees approaching on the view screen. This calls for tactics and , perhaps, a partner in crime. He turns away to begin a search for Chrichton.

He finds him in the cargo bay at a work bench , cursing and shaking a burned finger.

“John, I need an accomplice.”

Chrichton looks at him with eyebrows raised. “What D, feeling a need for speed ? Want to take the new car out for a spin? “

“ I wish to take Lo’ La down to the planet. I require recreation. “

“And you need me to help you with the heavy lifting?” At D’argo's scowl he laughs and replies , “ I wouldn’t miss it , man. When do we leave and how long are we staying ?”

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Three arns later D’argo is feeling much better. The refreshment house is large , loud and lively. It is a local holiday and the establishment is crowded with happy dancing patrons. The drinks are strong and delivered at prearranged intervals by a comely young server with a shock of bright purple feathers down her back. As the lights swirl around him he surveys the area and relaxes in to the beginning buzz of a good drunk.

Two arns after that, there is a crowd around his table. Or actually under it. D'argo has the pedestal base raised on the fingers of one hand as the throng counts off the time he has kept it balanced above his head . This feat of strength and alcohol has attracted a bevy of flushed , giddy females . His confidence knows no bounds. He begins to contemplate the possibility of more than one companion for the evening.

Cheers and laughter ring out as Dargo spins the table before lowering it to the floor. Smiling , he turns to see John staring , slack jawed , at the door. He follows his gaze to see a magnificent Sebacean woman entering the room. She is dressed in a rich clinging robe and has sparkling ornaments in her upswept hair. Her eyes are a startling pale green and they are focused on him. As she makes her way across the room a ripple of astonishment crosses the crowd. But no one is more shocked than Dargo when she extends her hand to him.

‘I am Kata. Can I offer you and your friend refreshment in my quarters?” she asks in a low warm voice. John and D'argo exchange delighted looks and reply together “ Yes , yes you can. “

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By the following morning D'argo and John have learned a few new things about one another. D’argo is newly aware of his friend’s outstanding physical stamina. And John is a little taken aback by D’argo’s extreme flexibility. They are equally impressed by Kata’s unlimited and generous nature. The companions make sated and grateful goodbyes to their lovely hostess and head back to the ship.

“So, D’argo you feel all better now . Ready to go home?’ John asks.

“ No, my friend not all better, but very ready for home. ”

Comments

[spoonishly.livejournal.com]

Ha! This was fun!

Great job!

[suenix.livejournal.com]

It was fun to write too!
And praise makes me warm alllll over.

Thanks for the ficathon.

Suenix