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Ben Browder
Claudia Black Anthony Simcoe Gigi Edgley Paul Goddard Lani Tupu Wayne Pygram |
Commander John Crichton Officer Aeryn Sun Ka D'Argo Chiana Stark Crais Scorpius | |
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Tammy MacIntosh David Franklin Ian Bliss Johanna Kerrigan Danny Adcock Tux Akindoyeni |
Jool Lt. Braca PK Scientist Drillic Linfer Co-Kura Strappa PK Pilot Rinon | |
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Guest Stars Reappearing: Danny Adcock: Returns to farscape under more or less strange ( you choose ) fx make-up than that of T'raltixx, from Season 2's, "Cracker's Don't Matter". Welcome back, Danny, nice head this time! Johanna Kerrigan: Jo returns under the make up again, but less hair. Previously appearing as the Vocarian Blood Tracker, Rorg, in "Till The Blood Runs Clear" from Season 1, and "Liars, Guns & Money, Part 2: With Friends Like These", from the 'final four' story arc of Season 2. Writer: Justin Monjo Who also wrote: Director: Catherine Millar Who also directed: | ||
| PRODUCTION CREDITS: | |
| Created by: | Rockne S. O'Bannon |
| Directed by: | Catherine Millar |
| Written by: | Justin Monjo |
| Consulting Producer: | Sue Milliken |
| Co-Producer: | Andrew Prowse |
| Line Producer: | Lesley Parker |
| Supervising Producer: | Justin Monjo |
| Executive Producer: | Richard Manning |
| Produced by: | Anthony Winley |
| Executive Producer: | David Kemper |
| Executive Producers: |
Juliet Blake Robert Halmi, Jr. Brian Henson |
| Executive Consultant: | Rockne S. O'Bannon |
| Director of Photography: | Russell Bacon |
| Production Designer: | Tim Ferrier |
| Music by: | Guy Gross |
| Editor: | Neil Thumpston |
| Costume Designer: | Terry Ryan |
| Second Unit DOP: | Danny Batterham |
| Makeup/Hair Supervisor: | Jen Lamphee |
| Story Editor: | Lily Taylor |
| Script Editor: | Matt Ford |
| Production Executive: | Robert E. Wozniak |
| Voice of Rygel: | Jonathan Hardy |
| Voice of Pilot: | Lani Tupu |
| Creature Shop Creative Supervisor: | Dave Elsey |
| Supervising Art Director: | Scott Bird |
| Visual Effects: | Animal Logic |
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TRANSCRIPT BEGINSPREVIOUSLY ON FARSCAPETeaser opens with standard voiceover by the "Scifi-Prime Chick": "Previously On Farscape" More reminders on the 'twinning' ("You can tell I'm the original right?"... "Wrong, I'm the original.") [TFS]. Jool reminding us that both twins are 'perfect' copies of the original Crichton [TFS]. Recap of Aeryn and John's departure on Talyn, and John's anger filled accusation against himself ("He set it up... so that he's on Talyn with Aeryn!") [TFS]. And that lovely kiss between Aeryn and John on Talyn [GEM]. Teaser closes with standard voiceover by the "Scifi-Prime Chick": "And Now... On Farscape." COLD OPENShots from Moya's Passages show us Scorpius and Crichton, it's a very strange smoke filled 'hunt'. Who is hunting and who is prey is unclear. However, what is clear is that this is a peek inside the mind of a dreamer. Shaken and breathing hard, Crichton moves about the corridors, weapon very much at the ready. He comes to the entrance of the Maintenance Bay. There is an odd monolithic 'box' inside. Smoke pours off of it and pools around it's base. Crichton holsters his weapon and slowly approaches the box. With outstretched arm Crichton 'touches' the box with his index finger, the side-by-side doors slowly swing open, revealing a wormhole inside the box. Temporarily transfixed by the phenomenon, Crichton slowly closes the doors, shutting out the sight. As the doors close, we see Scorpius just over his shoulder.
John wheels awkwardly around, and is summarily smashed to the floor by a wicked backhand to the head from Scorpy. Scorpius steps forward, triumphant, opening the doors to the wormhole. Watching it with great good humor.
Cut to close on Scorpy's left eye as it snaps open to the accompanyment of a shrill bleeping sound. Cut to close on Scorpy's head, lying in repose, a cable connected to the right side cooling rod chamber. Scorpy is not pleased at this interruption, his lip curling in an unpleasant snarl. Sighing at the untimely interruption of what surely must be nirvana to him, he disconnects the cable and reaching up, engages comms on the panel just over his 'bed'.
Scorpius rolls off the narrow red cot and walks slowly across his cabin on the Command Carrier. Resting his hand on the wall he looks through a portal at the large swirling blue and white mass just outside the ship. Standing quietly, he contemplates the wormhole, something else on his mind.
INTERCUT EXT. Space Moya sweeps overhead Cut to INT. Moya -- Command.
Chiana stalks across Command, heading for the door.
John follows her, begging sweetly for agreement.
Chiana stops at the door, turning back briefly.
Chiana stalks out just as Jool sweeps past Crichton, turning back, also briefly.
Jool flounces out as well, leaving John with just one possible ally, but a two vote for continuing the search.
John has turned away from D'Argo. He knows he isn't going to win this one. Tossing up one hand in a dismissive gesture and a small 'hmm' of anger, he gives up the 'persuasion' tactic. D'Argo stalks out, seeing that talking sense isn't going to talk John out of a snit. Alone on Command, John isn't ready to just give up.
Peeved, John rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, he's rapidly tiring of this 'team player' stuff.
The ship lurches abruptly, John staggers slightly on the impact.
The ship lurches again, and John staggers, a bit more heavily this time.
John's eyes are fixed on something 'interesting' in Command.
Camera cuts to a view from behind Crichton as he stands watching a large translucent green 'critter' hoving in the air to his right. It sweeps quickly from right to left in front of John and over the Strategy Table. The critter appears to be some kind of flying birdlike alien, with large fanlike wings and long thin tendrils for a 'tail'. It's really quite beautiful. As we're appreciating this, the translucent green of it's form surges to blue and it rushes forward, and 'into' Crichton. John spasms forward under the impact with the creature, then spasming backward as the critter bursts out his back. Staggering, almost out on his feet, John wobbles around panting slightly.
The 'energy' critter speeds across command, entering again through his back, exiting more quickly this time. John staggers heavily under the impact-- wobbling around again, almost completely out of it, sheer stubborness keeping him on his feet.
Yes, definately out on his feet, but mind and body giving up simultaneously, he drops to his knees, then falls forward to the deck, arms lax at his sides. Cut to close on Crichton's face, eyes slightly open, nose and chin 'almost' resting on the deck, and lifting slowly, and continuing to lift, still horizontal to the deck, most unnaturally. He's not 'getting up'-- he's being 'lifted up'. Cut to Crichton, still stretched as he fell to the deck, but being lifted up until he 'floats', face down, arms outstretched, about 3 or 4 feet above the floor. A narrow stream of dark red blood traces a path down his nose, rich droplets forming at the tip and dropping to the deck. END COLD OPENROLL OPENING CREDITS"My name is John Crichton... I'm lost... an astronaut... shot through a wormhole.... In some distant part of the universe.... I'm trying to stay alive... Aboard this ship-- this living ship... of escaped prisoners-- my friends. If you can hear me... beware... if I make it back... will they follow? If I open the door... are you ready? Earth is unprepared, helpless... for the nightmares I've seen. Or should I stay, protect my home, yot show them you exist. But then you'll never know the wonders I've seen." ACT IClose on the floor of Command, camera pans right following a puddling stream of blood spreading to a wide pool as it also takes in Crichton's right arm, outstretched on the deck. John remains prone, face down on the deck, his left cheek to the floor on the periphery of the pool of blood. Cut to close on John's face as his eyes flicker open, it's a 'gorgeous' two-shot, as his face is also reflected in the red pool of blood. His eyes roll, intent on focussing, his voice slurred and body unmoving as he attempts to 'come back on line'.
Cut to Pilot.
Cut to Crichton, still on the floor but rolled onto his side, rolling slowy onto his back, right arm slapping the floor.
John rolls back onto his side, preparing to stand but his eyes light on the pool of blood on the floor. Lifting his head he stares at it, wide eyed and pale. Cut to Crichton barrelling through the corridor, shouting for assistance.
Sliding to a stop, he bolts back toward Chiana, grabbing her by both arms, wild eyed and panicky, crouched slightly, the better to see her.
Typically Crichton, he can't stop moving, circling around her, still holding her by the arms, checking for anything she might not have noticed.
Chia grabs his head with both hands and pulls him down below her eye level, searching for a wound. He continues to gasp and pant heaviliy, a combination of exertion and terror [ This is a wonderfully warm, funny and sweet scene. A cool combo of great actors and a great writer. Way to go, Monj! ]
A loud popping thwack, as she 'slaps' his forehead with one hand! [ LOL! ]
John grabs her and hustles her off to command to prove himself. Cut to Command -- a DRD rolls across the floor as John and Chiana rush in, he falls to his knees on the floor, dragging her with him, gesturing wildly at the floor-- completely bereft of any sign of biblical lakes of blood.
Crichton glances at Chiana, noting the slight "See!" smirk on her lips.
Crichton stretches out on the floor, the better to detect any particular sign of blood, tapping his fingers on the floor near the sqwauking DRD. Chiana rests her hand comfortingly on his back, stroking, then patting him lightly.
[ Farscape Trivia! Gotta love it! ] Crichton turns his head, tucking his nose under his arm and 'sniffs' loudly. Cut to Center Chamber -- close on John working on the exposed guts of the DRD, the back panel removed to reveal white semi-transparent conduits, and small flashing red lights. The DRD squeeks in protest.
The DRD continues to bicker and whine. John grabs it by both eyestalks, pointing them at his face, while he glares at it.
The DRD continues it's electronic chirping as Crichton probes it's guts with a long narrow tool. Extracting the tool he examines the tip closely, going so far as show the tip to the DRD.
Putting the tool down on the table, completely non-plussed, he briefly notes a constant drip of water from the chamber ceiling which rhythmically patters to the table beside the DRD. Turning away he wanders to the circular 'food prep station', muttering to himself.
Flopping down on a handy chair and placing his left elbow on the niche between two of the food dispensers, he rests his forehead on his hand, eyes closed... lips pressed together in frustration. Time stretches out as the only environmental sound is the chirping of the DRD and the constant cadence of the dripping water, Crichton maintains his 'thinker' pose while the camera circles around the station, our view of Crichton obscured by it for a moment, then coming into view a moment later. Coming back into the camera's view, Crichton remains in the same pose for a moment, but his eyes open. Immediatley seeing something unusual on his arm, he lifts his head, pulling his arm away, focussing on a trail of red down his inner arm. Blood has trailed down his forearm, onto the niche on the station, forming a large puddle of blood. Crichton stands, staring in shock at the blood as it drips onto the floor with the same regularity and cadence as the drip of water from Moya's ceiling.
Cut to Pilot's chamber. Crichton, standing on top of the console, paces across it in front of Pilot
Crichton crouches in front of Pilot.
Crichton extends his arm to display the trace of blood down his inner forearm.
Cut to Maintenance Bay -- Chia and Jool have arrived. The familiar rhythmic cadence of dripping water counterpoints their 'discussion'.
Jool presses one hand to her large forehead. [ hey, costume change! It's 'Scherezhade of the Uncharted Territories'. Still in black, but no more heavy collar thing ( whew ) bare midriff displaying a very nice belly dancer thing goin' on. Hip hugging wide belt with floor length sectioned drapes of black gauze. Miracle-leather-bra connected to narrow black leather collar by more black gauze. No more cleavage guys, sorry. Lots of belly, back and leg though. Only the above the knee boots and arm and elbow bracers survive from Jool Costume #1. TMI? I can never tell! :) ]
Chia adjusts a large container catching the dripping water. Crichton, followed by D'Argo enter the Maintenance Bay. Crichton strides across the room, holding the de-paneled DRD in one hand.
John places the DRD deliberately on a stack of crap on a workbench.
Chiana heads for the door, Jool beside her.
Jool and Chia stop, looking at each other, then slowly turn about, watching John as he unreels his paranoid fears.
Oh, my. In perfect unison, Jool and Chia turn and begin to edge out of the room.
D'Argo chases the girls down. Heading them off, he turns them around, and herds them back to the table, sitting them down across from John, amidst their moans and groans of sufferance.
Chiana smirks and toys with one of his braids.
Jool groans, D'Argo grunts and moves to his chair while Chiana giggles lightly. Cut to close on John's drumming fingers. [ Does anyone do it that way? Sequential tapping of the fingers on a surface... pinkie finger to index finger? When "I" drum "my" fingers, it's always index to pinkie... Is this significant? hehe I'm sure SOMEONE thinks it is. ] Cut to close on water dripping into a shallow pool in the bottom of the large container. Cut to John, blinking bleary eyes and yawning. Camera pans around the table to D'Argo, leaning forward more subtley fighting weariness, sighing deeply. Jool and Chia are holding up much better, but remain frustrated and hating it.
Jool sighs and gestures expansively with her arms, a "well, nothing whatever the frell has happened!" gesture.
Standing up, Chi tries to stalk away but slips in a large puddle of water streaming from the overflowing container on the table behind her.
Crichton stands and moves over to the DRD on the cluttered table, gesturing at it.
Striding toward the clamshell, Crichton points up at it. An image of Moya's four crew sitting around the small table appears, replaying the recording. John stands in the bay, looking up at the clamshell image-- Chia, D'Argo and Jool cluster around him in a familiar shot from the ep teaser. [ inky guessed on this image in the teaser, that the director would be Catherine Millar, but bailed on that forecast the night of the viewing and guessed Ian instead, while I went with Andy... ding! Both wrong! LOL! ]
Freaky Moment Number 4: Abruptly everyone slumps face down on the table, well, except Jool who flops sideways onto Chiana's back.
Freaky Moment Number 4 continues: A microt or two passes, when just as abruptly, everyone bolts upright, spasming in a decidedly 'inhuman' fashion, as if in 'fast-forward' [ creepy! ] before resuming the 'normal' behavior we observed earlier.
On the recording, Chiana stands and tries to stalk away but slips in a large puddle of water streaming from the overflowing container on the table behind her.
INTERCUT EXT. Space Lovely CGI, Scorpius' Command Carrier hangs in or near an asteroid field, the large swirling wormhole off the starboard ( hammond? ) side. Two prowlers sweep into view from stage left [ hehe ... Prowlers travel in pairs? ] Cut to INT. Command Carrier -- Let us call this Lab 1 for brevities sake.
Braca leads two aliens from the lab, whilst a tech, pad in hand, circles around the wing of the prowler. Two other Sebaceans stand bracketed by the nose and wing of the prowler, obviously 'discussing' something, and-- in an 'unofficial weird moment'-- the Sebacean standing closest to the Prowler [ the Pilot ] 'salutes' the Sebacean standing in front of him, by slapping his right fist over his left breast, the other Sebacean returns the gesture [ which is why I refer to it as 'saluting', however, this is the first time we've seen any kind of 'saluting' going on, in what is otherwise a paramilitary organization. ] The 'superior ranked' Sebacean departs, and the Pilot turns to get a 'briefing' from the Tech before entering his vessel. As this is going on, the camera pans left to look 'through' the 'window panels' on the wall of the lab, revealing Scorpius standing in the adjacent room, which for brevities sake, we will call the Lab 1 Control Room. Moments later, Braca enters, leading the two aliens. Camera zooms in on the window panels, watching the action 'through' them. Gorgeous!
Drillic enters, sulkily standing behind the two aliens.
Drillic nods to Scorpius, then turns to the window panel, nodding again. Cut to the Prowler Pilot viewed through the windows.
Through the windows and the reflection of Scorpius nodding, the Prowler Pilot makes a slight half-bow and turns to mount the Prowler. INTERCUT INT. Moya Close on the freeze framed recording of Moya's four crew clustered around the small table.
Cut to Chi and D'Argo standing, looking up at the recording, John sits at the small table behind them, head resting in his hand, he's 'thinkin' again.
Standing somewhere to D'Argo's left, Jool circles around the table, to stand behind John.
John cocks an eye in her direction.
Crichton turns his attention to Chi and D'Argo.
Crichton turns to the clamshell, hailing Pilot.
They all await Pilot's response, which is not immediately forthcoming. In the silence, Crichton turns to D'Argo.
Cut to Pilot's Den -- Crichton and Jool run in.
All four jog across the two bridges, meeting at the console. John, in the lead, clambers atop the console, getting a closer look. Pilot is perched in the darkened alcove, slumped slightly forward, his eyes closed.
Reaching out to do the pulse check thing, Crichton's efforts are abruptly cut off by the waking Pilot. Lights bloom to intense levels, and a gust of wind or pressure sweeps up. Pilot growls in a weirdly distorted, decidedly un-Piloty, voice.
Another gust of pressure, and all four are blown to the deck. Pilot shudders heavily, whilst blowing smoke [ sorry ]. Crichton collects himself on the floor, one hand on holstered pulse pistol. [ geez, even D'Argo doesn't roam the ship with Qualta Blade. "Have Pulse Pistol, Will Travel." ] Pilot's shuddering and screaming stops, the lights remain intense on his face, as his eyelids droop to a narrow eyed, cold glance at the four in front of him. When he speaks, his voice is still mildly distorted, but quite, quite calm.
END ACT IACT IIINT. Moya -- Pilot's Den
Another gust of pressurized vapor, and Pilot's body begins thrashing wildly once more.
The blowing vapor stops and Pilot's body stops flailing, his 'possessed' voice calming once more.
Chiana turns to John for an explaination.
Another pressure wave as Pilot struggles with the alien 'possessing' him [ okay, it's 'Exorcist'... all right? ;) Justin, you da man!! ] While the alien is distracted with the struggle to remain inside Pilot, Jool turns to D'Argo urging him to action.
Jool turns to John.
Oopsie, too late for shooting, the struggle between Pilot and the alien ends, alien wins.
Well, dang, struggle begins again, Pilot's putting up quite a fight.
Pilot's body slumps again, eyes closed. Cut to Crichton, Jool, D'Argo and Chiana walking the corridors. They walk from point "A" to point "B" ( point "B" being command ) taking several turns in the passages, trying to figure out--
[ *shrug* I don't get it either. ]
D'Argo pauses in the corridor pondering the possibility, a slight grunt indicating the likelihood. [ D'Argo's in amazingly funny form in this ep! LOL ] Crichton strides into Command, trailed by D'Argo, Jool and Chiana.
D'Argo, Chiana and John perform the requisite scans at different consoles while Jool dogs John. He generally ignores her.
Crichton makes that lovely dismissive gesture, lifting his hand with a slight flick of the wrist, then turns to D'Argo.
Glancing from D'Argo to John and seeing no agreement, she sighs frustratedly.
Turning, Jool flounces out of Command.
D'Argo hisses angrily and reluctantly follows her.
INTERCUT EXT. Space PK Command Carrier glides by, menacingly.
Cut to INT. Command Carrier, Lab 1 -- Scorpius, Braca the two alien scientists and the PK Scientist, Drillic cluster around the sealed prowler.
Lifting a small controller in one hand, and pointing it at the Prowler [ the 'garage door opener of the Uncharted Territories' ], Drillic activates the prowler hatch by remote control. A slight blip and the prowler's hatch hums open. No movement from inside as a thick white vapor rolls out. Microts later a thick reddish/pink fluid seeps over the edge of the hatch opening, spilling onto the deck. Drillic appears a bit crestfallen as the 'hot soup' dribbles on the floor. Scorpius non-chalantly wanders over to Drillic.
Scorpius makes to walk away from the debacle.
Scorpius stops and turns toward Drillic, who obviously doesn't know, and hasn't known, exactly who he's talking to.
Braca places a restraining hand on Drillic's shoulder.
Strappa nods rapidly, obviously frightened witless.
Scorpius turns to leave again and Drillic tries to follow him, but is restrained by Braca.
Scorpius departs the lab without a backward glance. INTERCUT INT. Pilot's Den Crichton and D'Argo re-enter the Den, packin' heat.
Stopping in front of Pilot, D'Argo rests his Qualta Rifle on the console. Beside him, John braces his arms on the console, pulse pistol aimed at Pilot.
[ Man I can already see me having to count the number of times 'this' happens.... ] Vapor blows up over Pilot's body as he flails, struggling to resume control of his body, just a bit is permitted to peek through as Pilot speaks in his own voice.
The lights cease flickering, becoming unnaturally bright again, as Pilot's eyelids droop to half mast, the alien taking over again.
Cut to INT. Passage -- D'Argo and John walk in the corridor, John trailing slightly behind. [ and it's simply staggering how much bigger D'Argo looks from this perspective-- wow. ]
John takes the lead around a curve in the passage, as D'Argo stops and looks expectantly at him.
John shoots a look at D'Argo as they disappear around a bend in the corridor. Cut to Command -- Crichton and D'Argo enter. Chiana's standing at a console.
Chiana moves to another console, D'Argo pursues her, standing by the console, waiting for an answer as Jool enters.
Jool silences herself, noting the 'uncomfortable silence' on Command.
Chiana chuckles quietly.
D'Argo and John turn to Jool.
D'Argo moves to stand beside Jool.
Super-freaky moment number 5 initiates with the weird gust of vapor from below Pilot. On command Jool is 'sucked' across the floor and slammed into the wall, screaming the entire way.
D'Argo bolts to Jool's side but is thrown violently backward across Command as Jool spasms in super fast forward against the wall. Chiana kneels beside D'Argo.
Jool continues her dancing puppet on speed routine, complete with foaming at the mouth. Chiana helps D'Argo drag himself up from the floor.
Jool continues the rapid spasming for a bit longer, then abruptly collapses to the floor. D'Argo rushes to her side. Oddly, Crichton is still in the same spot, his feet rooted to the floor.
Chiana crouches beside D'Argo, briefly touching Jool's hand.
Boom! John moves-- toward the exit.
John nods and turns to leave Command, Chiana following. Cut to INT. Moya, Passage -- Moya's only got one DRD out and about and it seems to always be seeking Crichton out. John snags the de-paneled DRD from the floor and hands it to Chiana.
Chia aims the DRD up slightly, and Crichton looks into the lit antenna bulbs of the DRD.
The DRD wobbles it's antenna, bleeping, chirping and warbling semi-nonsensically for a few uninterrupted moments. Crichton frowns slightly and glances at Chiana.
Crichton turns back to the DRD, speaking just a bit louder [ as if speaking to an idiot cousin-- LOL! ]
Crichton waves two fingers in front of the DRD in a familiar gesture.
The DRD's antenna bulbs blink off and on, once.
The DRD blinks once. Cut to INT. Moya, Subpassage -- And from the 'that was so cool, let's do it again, Department', the cool green lazer lights from SIW make a reappearance, adding to the general gloom in the subpassage. Crichton and Chiana slowly follow the DRD.
The 'dead end' ahead of them rolls aside, revealing a chamber further down the passage. They both step through. Cut to INT. Moya, Starburst Chamber
The Starburst Chamber, first look at a new chamber on Moya, is a large chamber with silvery walls, and a glossy black floor. In the center of the chamber, three curved 'tusk-like' spars jut from the floor. Crichton and Chiana stand on either side of the curved spars, looking up through a circular opening in the chamber ceiling.
More green lazer lights shine from out of a small triangular port, popping open with a metallic clang.
Chiana walks over to the portal and crouches beside it.
Chiana turns back to the panel on the small triangular portal.
Chiana presses a button on the panel. Immediately a loud throbbing hum pulsates through the chamber, the bright white light of Moya's Starburst affect coalesces at the base of the spars, the light traveling up them to their tips. Crichton crouches hurriedly beside Chiana.
Chiana presses the button again, it flashes briefly, but the light in the chamber continues to build, light and sound intensifying to uncomfortable levels before abruptly ceasing, more subdued light continues to throb in the chamber, lighting the silvery walls brilliantly.
Chiana stands and walks toward the three curved spars.
Okay, eyes bulging just slightly, John spies something. Cut to Chiana standing at the center of the three spars. Above her head, in the flashing light, is another of the winged translucent aliens. This 'un looks pale blue with a much pinker body and cute lil antenna. Chi half turns toward him.
Crichton shifts uncomfortably, fight or flight making way for brain freeze.
Crichton must suck at poker. Chia knows 'somethings up' as soon as she gets an eyeful of his frozen features, and an earful of that delightful stammer.
Chiana steps a bit closer to him, placing her hands on two of the curved spars. Crichton backs away slowly, but constantly. Freaky weird moment number 6: The possessor of Chi speaks in it's own voice, oddly distorted with a downright bizarre cadence. [ It's gotta be heard to be believed, and bring a tape, cause you'll never get it on 'first hearing'. ]
Chi looks up, arching her back, probably getting a look herself, at herself floating above her head. [ no, not confusing at ALL! :) ]
END ACT IIACT IIIINT. Moya -- Starburst Chamber Crichton & the alien in Chiana face each other, and lthough the weird voice and cadence be a dead giveaway [ every syllable exquisitely long and drawn out... softly spoken ], Crichton's still trying to get away with the "I don't know nuthin'" routine.
Crichton slowly circles around the Starburst core, circling around the possessed Chiana... edging toward the exit. Chi turns with him, suddenly leaping on him, straddling his hips and sending them both to the floor in a pile of John and possessed Chi. She eyes him, stroking his chest.
Fending the possessed Chiana off with upraised hands, but not wanting to hurt her, Crichton is close to petrified. She finally notes his fear and gently strokes his face.
Chiana rises her her knees, arching her back and sliding Crichton's hands over her abdomen. Crichton finally reacts with the bit of force necessary to lift Chi off his hips and place her on the floor, scrambling to his feet.
Crichton maneuvers toward the exit while Chi crouches on the floor.
Chiana rises from her crouch, the plea for help still very strong on her face, she paces slowly toward Crichton who doesn't move.
With an elaborate hand motion, Chiana touches John's chest lightly, his reaction is immediate and 'intense', his head snaps back, eyes closed and back arching, rising up on his toes, every muscle reacting to the pleasure principle.
Gasping and wobbling slightly, he sinks slowly to the floor. One hand reaching out to steady himself on Chi's shoulder, he drags them both to the floor.
Still blanketed in a fog of ecstasy, John is drawn toward her, his lips very close to 'tasting' her.
With a gasping moan, Crichton spasms again before collapsing to one hand, arm wrapped around her waist, an enraptured smile on his face.
Chi leans over as well, stroking his back gently, finally resting her cheek on his back.
Hands shaking, Crichton uses Chi to push himself upright, she assists him with gentle hands on both his shoulders.
With considerable effort, Crichton rises and exits the chamber, muttering quietly to himself.
Final comment is a shouted exclaimation, muted by his distance in the passage. [ Hey, it's been a long time! ]
INTERCUT INT. Command Carrier In Scorpius's quarters, he sits in the big chair contemplating his many problems. Shaking a small container, he removes the top and begins attaching it to an elaborate 'injector'. Braca enters.
Braca reluctantly crosses the distance to Scorpius, as the Scarran half-breed places the injector against his throat and 'injects' himself. [ Gene therapy? A new method for controlling heat build up? PK Caffiene? Who knows. ]
Scorpius prepares another injection.
Scorpius snorts unhappily, injecting himself again. INTERCUT INT. Moya John tracks down DRD Pike again, needing to have another conversation. He stretches out on the floor to better come eye to eye with the small machine.
Pike blinks once.
Pike blinks once.
Pike 'freaks out' bleeping and squealing rapidly, Crichton grabs it by the antennas, to prevent it from scooting away.
Pike blinks once.
John climbs back to his feet, giving Pike a reassuring pat before moving on. Cut to Command -- Jool is awake again, but she's completely freaked out about the tasting thing.
Crichton enters.
Cut to Pilot's Den. D'Argo and John enter, they look peeved.
The chamber lights begin flickering and the pressure driven vapor fills Pilot's alcove. D'Argo roars in pain as his body begins to jitter and dance. Crichton reaches out to pull him away from Pilot, but he is tossed across the chamber to the door, landing hard on his back. The 'tasting' continues as D'Argo roars Crichton's name. Cut to Starburst Chamber -- The possessed Chiana crouches down between two of the silver rib structures on the wall of the chamber. She looks about fearfully as the lights pulse rhythmically.
Jool enters, pulse pistol at the ready, spotting Chiana cowering against the wall almost immediately.
Chiana eyes an entirely freaked out Jool, and speaks to her in her 'normal' voice, the Rider well hidden again.
Chiana raises her hands, and precedes Jool out of the chamber. Cut to Moya Passageway -- Jool urges Chiana forward, the lights in the passageway are also pulsing.
Abruptly, Chi turns about in the passage, Jool holds the pistol on her. The Rider in Chi has decided to try a bit of pursuasion on Jool, the freaky sing-song voice of the Rider replacing Chiana's own.
Good timing, John arrives, jogging around a turn in the passage, coming upon Jool holding the pistol on Chiana.
In the heat of the moment, Jool moves the aim of the weapon from Chiana to John, who throws both his hands into the air.
The Energy Rider takes advantage of Jools distraction by smashing the weapon from Jool's hand. Grabbing Jool by the throat, she rams her up against the wall. John steps forward to help.
Crichton finds his throat firmly in Chi's grip. The Rider easily holds John off the deck with one hand, while holding Jool against the wall with the other. Both of Crichton's hands become occupied with taking some of his own weight off his throat... his voice is choked.
Okay, the Energy Rider continues ranting, but it's impossible to tell what she's saying under Crichton's pleas.
Chiana tosses both Crichton and Jool to the floor.
Hey, Crichton's right... lights are no longer pulsing, but Chi already looks out of it, the tasting process begins-- lights flash again and Chi is drawn across the floor and slammed against the wall, her body jerking in 'incredible fast motion'. Jool looks just as terrorized by this, as she was by her own experience.
Chiana's body drops to the floor. She lies still for a moment, her quiet choked breaths building to screams of pain as her body is lifted from the floor.
Accompanied by Chiana's screams the Energy Rider 'rips' out of her back and sails rapidly down the passage. Crichton racing after it. The Rider soars into the Den and is rapidly drawn into Pilot's body. John enters the Den a moment afterward. The lights continue to pulsate. On the floor D'Argo's arms move randomly as he slowly recovers... thinking about getting up. Cut to the passage -- Jool pulls Chiana into her arms, soothing her gently.
Cut to the Den -- Crichton crouches beside D'Argo, who remains sprawled on the floor.
An entirely pissed Crichton looks up at Pilot... he slowly stands, eyeing the alien coldly.
END ACT IIIACT IVPilot's Den The Rider in Pilot is 'blissing' a bit.
Crichton pulls D'Argo from the floor and throwing one of the Luxan's arms over his shoulder, leads him from the den. Cut to Starburst Chamber -- Crichton tracks down his new ally, DRD Pike, for another conversation.
Pike squeeks at him as he crouches beside the DRD.
Pike blinks once, indicating Moya's agreement.
Pike blinks once. Cut to Passage -- Jool rocks Chi in her arms, stroking her white hair gently. Crichton arrives and crouches beside them.
Crichton collects Chi from Jool's arms, and she easily passes the Nebari to him.
Jool hustles off, and John turns his attention to Chi.
[ Just as if she doesn't weigh, what... 98 pounds? ] Crichton drags her out of the shot. Cut to Neural Cluster -- Jool enters, looking about for someone. Before she can call out, D'Argo POUNCES on her from the shadows. Grabbing her by one arm, he spins her about, pressing his finger to her lips to keep her silent, then pressing his finger to his own lips, he indicates their 'mutual' silence. Jool quietly nods her understanding. D'Argo shows her a schematic of Moya, silently tracing a path on it with his finger. Cut to Starburst Chamber -- Crichton runs in, Chiana cradled in his arms.
John sets Chi down on the floor next to an open access panel, her head resting on his shoulder. [ Camera POV is shooting 'out' through the access portal... beautiful! ]
Crichton lays out the plan, speaking rapidly... just 'this' side of frantic.
John shows her two thick cables.
Concerned, John turns to look at her closely, trying to judge her capability to complete the assigned task.
Standing, John pats her on the shoulder, turning to leave.
Chiana collapses to the floor as John bolts from the chamber. Cut to Neural Cluster -- Jool climbs the ladder to the designated level, sweating and panting, but no whimpering! [ You GO Jool! ] Cut to Starburst Chamber -- Chi's passed out on the floor. Pike humms over to her, bumping her hard on the arm, jolting her awake.
Pike's not sure it's safe to leave her alone yet, so she 'shoo's' him with a very funny 'bzzz'ing' noise. [ ala Rod, in Fifth Element ]. Cut to Pilot's Den -- The alien possessing Pilot continues to bliss out [ apparently it IS a lovely experience to be a physical being. We should all take a lesson ], John enters casually, his presence jolting him out of his blissful state.
Pilot curls his lip in an unnatural snarl. Cut to Neural Cluster -- D'Argo transits 'down' the ladder to his designated location. He stops and taps his comms twice. Cut to Neural Cluster -- Also stopped at her designated level, Jool hears the two blips of the comms and returns the signal with two blips from her own comms pin. D'Argo pulls a connection at his location, the action accompanied by a flare of smoke and surge of electric sparking. At her location, Jool pulls up two loose connections, and turning away slightly with eyes squeezed shut, completes a circuit. Cut to Pilot's Den -- Pilot screams in pain, the lights pulsating rapidly.
Pilot begins roaring in pain as the alien being struggles to extract itself. Crichton bolts forward and depresses a panel on Pilot's console, comming Chiana immediately.
Cut to Starburst Chamber -- Chiana's out on the floor, Pike ramming gently into her arm.
Cut to Pilot's Den -- Pilot's body begins to glow as the alien extracts itself.
The alien bursts free of Pilot's body, a huge red winged energy being.
Cut to Starburst Chamber -- Chiana's still out of it on the floor, Pike rams her arm ungently, her body gently rocking. She wakes abruptly.
With cables in hand, Chiana completes the circuit. DRD Pike doing the same at his position. The loud hum of Starburst initiating and energy building fills the chamber.
Cut to Pilot's Den -- Flapping it's huge wings, it's body bobbing up and down with every stroke, the alien flies free of Pilot's Alcove.
Crichton watches the alien making slow progress away from Pilot's body, very 'batlike' in it's movements.
Cut to Starburst Chamber -- The Starburst Effect begins to coalesce at the base of the three sparred 'starburst core'. With the impetus of fear behind her, Chi drags herself to her feet and charges across the chamber, diving through the open panel just as it slides closed, cutting off Pike's escape from certain destruction. Cut to Pilot's Den -- A final command and Crichton bolts from the Den.
Cut to Starburst Chamber -- The energy of Starburst is unleashed, travelling rapidly upward through the core of the vessel, the abyss below Pilot's den filling with the wild white light of Starburst. Tendrils of light barely reaching into Pilot's Den, contact the alien like bolts of lightening, rolling it through the air, briefly tossing it about in front of Pilot before consuming it. END ACT IVEPILOGUEINT. Moya -- Center Chamber Chi's head rests on the table, the incessant drip continues just inches from her face. Crichton strolls by, pouring something into a cup by her head. Jool is collapsed onto the table just beside her.
Jool hisses her displeasure at the idea.
Jool stands and wearily moves toward the door, stopping at Crichton's question.
Giving him an insincerely warm smile, she walks out, one hand pressed to her forehead.
Crichton leans on the table next to Chiana, now sitting up, resting her head in one hand.
John nods slightly in understanding.
On cue, D'Argo walks in. Crichton takes this in with a small amount of surprise, and turns back to Chiana.
Crichton departs leaving D'Argo looking from the door to Chiana and back again. INTERCUT INT. Command Carrier -- Scorpius's Quarters Stretched out on the long narrow cot again, we note that Scarran/Sebaceans also have REM sleep. Back in the dreamscape, Scorpius pursues John through the corridors, or through a wormhole, the image is a juxtaposition of both. John closes out the sight of the wormhole in the monolithic box, Scorpius appearing over his shoulder.
John wheels about, facing Scorpius. Scorpy approaches him slowly this time, grappling John's throat in one black gloved hand, walking him around as he turns, then walking him backward before lifting him off his feet.
John can't possibly respond as his words as well as his breath are being choked off. Abruptly releasing one hand from Scorpy's arm, John points over his shoulder to the box behind them.
The doors to the box spring open, revealing the wormhole inside. Scorpius turns to look at the phenomenon, his face exhultant.
Taking the opportunity of the distraction, John pulls Scorpy's hand off his throat, twisting his black clad arm behind his back.
Crichton walks Scorpius toward the wormhole.
Crichton thrusts Scorpy into the box, into the wormhole. Scorpius wakes, lunging from his nightmare to a sitting position, gasping for breath. Fully awake, and perhaps realizing the prophetic nature of his nightmare, Scorpius curls his lip in an unpleasant snarl. FADE TO BLACKROLL ENDING CREDITS |