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overlooked2009-05-19 10:38 pm
misaditas) wrote in overlooked2009-05-19 10:38 pm
Playing the Game // Farscape // Bialar Crais
Fandom: Farscape
Claim: Bialar Crais
Theme: Set 1 - #4 - Shades of grey
Words: 365
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Farscape, mine it is not [/yoda voice]
Summary: Set during Mind the Baby (with several lines from that episode included) Bialar Crais is playing both sides.
“Prowler to Talyn.”
Bialar looks up from the console. “What delayed you?” he asks shortly. “You were supposed to check in two arns ago.
“I can’t always get away on schedule,” Aeryn responses, her tone just as crisp. “Don’t forget, I still have to give Crichton some reason for my absence.”
He frowns at that. “He still has no knowledge of our -- arrangement?”
“None.”
This both pleases him - a petty sort of pleasure taken in his old enemy being out of the loop - and annoys him, because he knows that Crichton will not be pleased when he learns that Aeryn has been duplicitous.
“It might facilitate matters if you explain to him--”
“No,” Aeryn snaps.
“Eventually -- you’ll have to.” It is the truth - their arrangement is not the sort she can keep secret forever, or for any length of time at all. She is too involved with the human for her not to tell him.
Bialar suffers from no such involvement. With Aeryn out of the way and Talyn settled, he opens a connection to Scorpius.
“Locking scramble security 3-velka. Please confirm.”
“Scramble confirmed,” Scorpius says. “Proceed.”
“The gunship is still--”
“Not my concern. Where’s Crichton?” And with that Scorpius has inadvertently told Bialar all he needs to know.
He smiles.
“Officer Sun won’t tell me yet,” he lies easily. “Building her trust is time-consuming -- as is building the gunship’s trust. The latter task is made no easier when the gunship is panicked by your spurious transmissions.”
Aeryn would, if she heard this, undoubtedly kill him. As Scorpius would, if he realised that Bialar knows precisely where Crichton is. It is a dangerous game to be playing, walking the line between black and white, traversing a grey area.
Strangely enough, Bialar is rather enjoying himself, but then he has always liked a gamble, especially when the odds are stacked against him. He likes the thrill, the rush, and he is, in all honesty, good at it. He knows when to keep the cards to his chest, when to reveal his hand, when to gamble everything, and when to fold.
And right now, this game is still anyone’s.
Claim: Bialar Crais
Theme: Set 1 - #4 - Shades of grey
Words: 365
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Farscape, mine it is not [/yoda voice]
Summary: Set during Mind the Baby (with several lines from that episode included) Bialar Crais is playing both sides.
“Prowler to Talyn.”
Bialar looks up from the console. “What delayed you?” he asks shortly. “You were supposed to check in two arns ago.
“I can’t always get away on schedule,” Aeryn responses, her tone just as crisp. “Don’t forget, I still have to give Crichton some reason for my absence.”
He frowns at that. “He still has no knowledge of our -- arrangement?”
“None.”
This both pleases him - a petty sort of pleasure taken in his old enemy being out of the loop - and annoys him, because he knows that Crichton will not be pleased when he learns that Aeryn has been duplicitous.
“It might facilitate matters if you explain to him--”
“No,” Aeryn snaps.
“Eventually -- you’ll have to.” It is the truth - their arrangement is not the sort she can keep secret forever, or for any length of time at all. She is too involved with the human for her not to tell him.
Bialar suffers from no such involvement. With Aeryn out of the way and Talyn settled, he opens a connection to Scorpius.
“Locking scramble security 3-velka. Please confirm.”
“Scramble confirmed,” Scorpius says. “Proceed.”
“The gunship is still--”
“Not my concern. Where’s Crichton?” And with that Scorpius has inadvertently told Bialar all he needs to know.
He smiles.
“Officer Sun won’t tell me yet,” he lies easily. “Building her trust is time-consuming -- as is building the gunship’s trust. The latter task is made no easier when the gunship is panicked by your spurious transmissions.”
Aeryn would, if she heard this, undoubtedly kill him. As Scorpius would, if he realised that Bialar knows precisely where Crichton is. It is a dangerous game to be playing, walking the line between black and white, traversing a grey area.
Strangely enough, Bialar is rather enjoying himself, but then he has always liked a gamble, especially when the odds are stacked against him. He likes the thrill, the rush, and he is, in all honesty, good at it. He knows when to keep the cards to his chest, when to reveal his hand, when to gamble everything, and when to fold.
And right now, this game is still anyone’s.