The Time After - Captivity
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rinkhcTitle: The Time After
Fandom: Farscape
Character: Moya
Orientation: Gen
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 599
Note: for farscapeland Everything’s Linked challenge
Prompt: HC Bingo Fill: “Captivity”
It is quite likely that the large majority of Peacekeeper Leviathan remember two times; the time before the collar and the time after the collar.
The time before the collar, youth, was the time of freedom. It was over so quickly, enjoyed for to short a season. The time after was the time of the pilot, the time of service, the remainder of life.
Moya remembers those times, she thinks on them as she floats in orbit above a water world. She remembers diving through atmospheres when she was much smaller, swimming and reveling in the press of gravity upon her developing body. Flight was random; she went where the solar winds took her, in her youth, when no lifeforms roamed her body. When no pilot steered her course, she could glide and spin, play at the edge of suns, bask in the warmth, soak up the radiant heat of stars.
Along came her Pilot, the first. They became joined, became one being. Moya had not known she was alone as she played among the stars, and then, she was not. Her life was rich and full with this new addition. Pilot cared for her, taught her, and together they were happy.
Then came the collar. With the collar came the worst pain Moya had ever experienced in her short life. When the collaring was done, Moya and pilot were no longer free. She served masters; she did the bidding of the Peacekeepers.
One day, there was again pain. And her beloved Pilot was gone. Another was put into her place. In time, Moya came to accord with this new Pilot that had been forced upon her. Together, they served their Peacekeeper masters, until, together, they decided they would not.
The after time began. Moya knew freedom once more. She learned of the joy of bringing forth life from within herself and the pain of seeing that life ended when her son Talyn came and left her life. The new family that had come to her soothed her hurt, filled her emptiness. Made her forget the worst of the time of captivity and servitude.
She knew pain again at the loss of peaceful Zhaan, one of the few beings Moya communed with, a lightness that had so briefly traveled with her at the beginning of the after time. The others carried on, helped once again to ease Moya’s pain.
The war ceased in the after time. Moya no longer needed to run, no longer needed to hide to protect her crew, her beloved family. Crichton had done that. He had brought and end to the fearsome days for Moya and Pilot.
‘Most of the fearsome days.’ Moya thought as her hull was rocked by yet another internal explosion. D’argo Sun Crichton was experimenting again, according to Pilot. She sealed off the section of the hull that was leaking oxygen and sent a dozen DRDs to repair this latest damage.
Once the DRDs were dispatched, she sent another plea to Pilot to speak with John and Aeryn about the dismantling science lab in the rear cargo bay. The boy was enthusiastic in his studies and his enthusiasm was proving to be detrimental to Moya’s health.
But Moya wouldn’t change anything about the after time. This was a good life. She and Pilot were free. Aeryn would come to Pilot’s den after she would sooth over the riot of emotions her offspring’s mischief had caused. All would be well.
She lurched to the side with the force of another concussive blast. All would be well if D’argo didn’t destroy them all.
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Fandom: Farscape
Character: Moya
Orientation: Gen
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 599
Note: for farscapeland Everything’s Linked challenge
Prompt: HC Bingo Fill: “Captivity”
It is quite likely that the large majority of Peacekeeper Leviathan remember two times; the time before the collar and the time after the collar.
The time before the collar, youth, was the time of freedom. It was over so quickly, enjoyed for to short a season. The time after was the time of the pilot, the time of service, the remainder of life.
Moya remembers those times, she thinks on them as she floats in orbit above a water world. She remembers diving through atmospheres when she was much smaller, swimming and reveling in the press of gravity upon her developing body. Flight was random; she went where the solar winds took her, in her youth, when no lifeforms roamed her body. When no pilot steered her course, she could glide and spin, play at the edge of suns, bask in the warmth, soak up the radiant heat of stars.
Along came her Pilot, the first. They became joined, became one being. Moya had not known she was alone as she played among the stars, and then, she was not. Her life was rich and full with this new addition. Pilot cared for her, taught her, and together they were happy.
Then came the collar. With the collar came the worst pain Moya had ever experienced in her short life. When the collaring was done, Moya and pilot were no longer free. She served masters; she did the bidding of the Peacekeepers.
One day, there was again pain. And her beloved Pilot was gone. Another was put into her place. In time, Moya came to accord with this new Pilot that had been forced upon her. Together, they served their Peacekeeper masters, until, together, they decided they would not.
The after time began. Moya knew freedom once more. She learned of the joy of bringing forth life from within herself and the pain of seeing that life ended when her son Talyn came and left her life. The new family that had come to her soothed her hurt, filled her emptiness. Made her forget the worst of the time of captivity and servitude.
She knew pain again at the loss of peaceful Zhaan, one of the few beings Moya communed with, a lightness that had so briefly traveled with her at the beginning of the after time. The others carried on, helped once again to ease Moya’s pain.
The war ceased in the after time. Moya no longer needed to run, no longer needed to hide to protect her crew, her beloved family. Crichton had done that. He had brought and end to the fearsome days for Moya and Pilot.
‘Most of the fearsome days.’ Moya thought as her hull was rocked by yet another internal explosion. D’argo Sun Crichton was experimenting again, according to Pilot. She sealed off the section of the hull that was leaking oxygen and sent a dozen DRDs to repair this latest damage.
Once the DRDs were dispatched, she sent another plea to Pilot to speak with John and Aeryn about the dismantling science lab in the rear cargo bay. The boy was enthusiastic in his studies and his enthusiasm was proving to be detrimental to Moya’s health.
But Moya wouldn’t change anything about the after time. This was a good life. She and Pilot were free. Aeryn would come to Pilot’s den after she would sooth over the riot of emotions her offspring’s mischief had caused. All would be well.
She lurched to the side with the force of another concussive blast. All would be well if D’argo didn’t destroy them all.
.