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Aeryn Ficathon assignment
Here is my humble offering for reblog
The requests were, "broken" Aeryn , a gun, Aeryn's hair.
And a particular request involving John that I won't reveal just yet.
This is what came to me. God ! I hope you like it.
It had been nearly half a cycle since her abduction. What began as a desperate search had evolved into a grim march from planet to planet. Each stop ground down the dwindling sprits of the crew of Moya. They had began to despair of ever finding Aeryn Sun again.
It all began in a standard stop at a unremarkable commerce planet. No one saw it happen. She had simply not appeared at the appointed meeting place. But it was not long before they knew.
Because waiting for them, back on Moya, was a transmission.
In the holographic image Aeryn looked angry but very still. There was a pulse pistol , just inside the frame, resting against the side of her head. The view shifted to show a viewport of a vessel rapidly leaving the atmosphere of the planet. Then a set of coordinates flashed on the screen.
That was all.
They followed, as her captors knew they would. So began the agonizing odyssey. Every time a hope appeared , it was crushed by another cryptic
untraceable transmission. And each one was blood chilling. Aeryn was failing before their eyes. Her gaze into the camera grew more listless , her hands showed increasing tremors. But far too soon she no longer appeared at all. This sinister turn affected them all deeply. Left without any other information they began to imagine their own darkest fears. There was no explanation ever given for her capture, no demands made to insure her return. All they were left with was a dawning , dreadful realization. All her tormentors wanted was to hurt her, and through her, them.
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Aeryn Sun awoke to pain and blinding light. Her jaws clenched and her muscles locked as the spasm rolled through her. She was immobilized up to her neck in a tank like structure. The device kept her alive but prevented any possible escape. Her peacekeeper trained body was no help to her.
This left her completely in the realm of thoughts and senses. But even that would have been enough to hold on to had it not been for the emotions they were able to invoke in her. It was ironic that the part of her that had been so stunted now provided a path to her destruction.
She was eventually unable fight against their endless mental probes. They learned all her fears and weaknesses and used them without pattern or mercy.
As the days progressed , her world shrank either to searing pain or black oblivion. She was beyond any sense of time or place. Only vivid waking dreams sustained her. But , after a while, even these offered no sanctuary. For all she saw was her friends and lover in peril. In these dreams, she was always frozen and helpless. She saw Dargo being hacked to pieces as the black blood sprayed across her face. She saw Chiana screaming in terror as the Nebari control collar burned into her flesh.
And she saw John , cold and lifeless, sprawled across a cargo bay floor. She saw them die again and again. And each time, she felt her self drift further away.
___________________________
John was beyond obsession now. His every minute was consumed with
alternating fear and rage. The torture of the passing days ate into his psyche. The crew mates began to contemplate going on without Aeryn.
For they began to see the hopelessness the pursuit. But then, the contact
with the captors changed. The next transmission contained a deadline for arrival and a threat.
The set of instructions lead to a station and a refreshment house. The barman offered up a package that had been left for them. John opened it with trepidation. Inside were all of Aeryn’s personal effects, her
weapons , her clothes and inside a separate wrapping , her hair. John took the plait with shaking hands and crushed it to his face. When opened his eyes again they were cold and empty.
The captors had left a further item. A key code and a map to a location on the other side of the station. He left at once , expecting a trap, but going all the same.
_______________________________
Aeryn rose to an awareness of her surroundings. Her body snapped to instant alert. But the movement caused dizziness and disorientation.
Deep breaths and a force of will brought her into focus. She was planetside , somewhere, in a cold and dim room. She was free of the restraints but weak and unable to stand.
She became aware of sounds, Muffled voices and movement drifted from rooms nearby. But the sound of pulse fire galvanized her into action.
She staggered into a standing position and worked her way to the door.
As she reached for the door control she heard it. An animal yell of rage followed by the pounding of footsteps down the hall outside. It was John
screaming out her name as he ran. She opened the door, leaning on the frame for support. Their eyes locked for an instant. Then he was hit by a
blast of pulse fire straight to the chest.
Aeryn howled as he crumpled to the floor. Her mind began to shut down,
as Grayza moved to stand over the dead body of the one thing that kept her sane. The torture was now complete. Her darkest dream was reality.
The requests were, "broken" Aeryn , a gun, Aeryn's hair.
And a particular request involving John that I won't reveal just yet.
This is what came to me. God ! I hope you like it.
It had been nearly half a cycle since her abduction. What began as a desperate search had evolved into a grim march from planet to planet. Each stop ground down the dwindling sprits of the crew of Moya. They had began to despair of ever finding Aeryn Sun again.
It all began in a standard stop at a unremarkable commerce planet. No one saw it happen. She had simply not appeared at the appointed meeting place. But it was not long before they knew.
Because waiting for them, back on Moya, was a transmission.
In the holographic image Aeryn looked angry but very still. There was a pulse pistol , just inside the frame, resting against the side of her head. The view shifted to show a viewport of a vessel rapidly leaving the atmosphere of the planet. Then a set of coordinates flashed on the screen.
That was all.
They followed, as her captors knew they would. So began the agonizing odyssey. Every time a hope appeared , it was crushed by another cryptic
untraceable transmission. And each one was blood chilling. Aeryn was failing before their eyes. Her gaze into the camera grew more listless , her hands showed increasing tremors. But far too soon she no longer appeared at all. This sinister turn affected them all deeply. Left without any other information they began to imagine their own darkest fears. There was no explanation ever given for her capture, no demands made to insure her return. All they were left with was a dawning , dreadful realization. All her tormentors wanted was to hurt her, and through her, them.
_________________________
Aeryn Sun awoke to pain and blinding light. Her jaws clenched and her muscles locked as the spasm rolled through her. She was immobilized up to her neck in a tank like structure. The device kept her alive but prevented any possible escape. Her peacekeeper trained body was no help to her.
This left her completely in the realm of thoughts and senses. But even that would have been enough to hold on to had it not been for the emotions they were able to invoke in her. It was ironic that the part of her that had been so stunted now provided a path to her destruction.
She was eventually unable fight against their endless mental probes. They learned all her fears and weaknesses and used them without pattern or mercy.
As the days progressed , her world shrank either to searing pain or black oblivion. She was beyond any sense of time or place. Only vivid waking dreams sustained her. But , after a while, even these offered no sanctuary. For all she saw was her friends and lover in peril. In these dreams, she was always frozen and helpless. She saw Dargo being hacked to pieces as the black blood sprayed across her face. She saw Chiana screaming in terror as the Nebari control collar burned into her flesh.
And she saw John , cold and lifeless, sprawled across a cargo bay floor. She saw them die again and again. And each time, she felt her self drift further away.
___________________________
John was beyond obsession now. His every minute was consumed with
alternating fear and rage. The torture of the passing days ate into his psyche. The crew mates began to contemplate going on without Aeryn.
For they began to see the hopelessness the pursuit. But then, the contact
with the captors changed. The next transmission contained a deadline for arrival and a threat.
The set of instructions lead to a station and a refreshment house. The barman offered up a package that had been left for them. John opened it with trepidation. Inside were all of Aeryn’s personal effects, her
weapons , her clothes and inside a separate wrapping , her hair. John took the plait with shaking hands and crushed it to his face. When opened his eyes again they were cold and empty.
The captors had left a further item. A key code and a map to a location on the other side of the station. He left at once , expecting a trap, but going all the same.
_______________________________
Aeryn rose to an awareness of her surroundings. Her body snapped to instant alert. But the movement caused dizziness and disorientation.
Deep breaths and a force of will brought her into focus. She was planetside , somewhere, in a cold and dim room. She was free of the restraints but weak and unable to stand.
She became aware of sounds, Muffled voices and movement drifted from rooms nearby. But the sound of pulse fire galvanized her into action.
She staggered into a standing position and worked her way to the door.
As she reached for the door control she heard it. An animal yell of rage followed by the pounding of footsteps down the hall outside. It was John
screaming out her name as he ran. She opened the door, leaning on the frame for support. Their eyes locked for an instant. Then he was hit by a
blast of pulse fire straight to the chest.
Aeryn howled as he crumpled to the floor. Her mind began to shut down,
as Grayza moved to stand over the dead body of the one thing that kept her sane. The torture was now complete. Her darkest dream was reality.
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And I thank you for organizing this ficathon.
It was really great fun and the stories are
uniformly fabulous!
Suenix
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