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overlooked2009-05-21 08:38 pm
misaditas) wrote in overlooked2009-05-21 08:38 pm
Together // Farscape // Bialar Crais
Fandom: Farscape
Claim: Bialar Crais
Theme: Set 1 - #5 - Control
Words: 338
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Farscape belongs to Henson, etc.
Summary: You can’t control a Leviathan, you can only persuade.
“A neural transponder: a direct interface with Talyn. His senses; his propulsions; his weaponry - I command them all.”
Bialar lies on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling. He sees the mottled red pattern, the arching supports. But beyond that, somehow, he sees bright points of light: stars. It is a strange double vision, the result of sharing his awareness with Talyn’s. He can feel the warm of the room and the soft fur of his cover, but also the coldness of the vacuum and the slide of a hull through space.
He closes his eyes and feels every system. The hybrid pulses with life, in tandem with the beat of his heart. They are one, joined in a way he never dreamed possible.
Talyn’s awareness skitters from one idea to the next - the universe stretches out around the ship and it is full of wonders and curiosities. Talyn wants to learn, to explore, to investigate, to experience.
Now, now, now.
“Hush,” Bialar murmurs, exhaustion pulling at him. “I have to rest.”
His head is full of information. His neck aches from the implant.
And he hasn’t slept properly in days.
But, but, but.
“Talyn -- it will - wait.” He reaches out, eyes still closed, and places his hand on the bulkhead. “Let me rest, then we can explore together. You and I, out amongst the stars.”
Yes. Rest.
“Thank you.”
“You can’t control a Leviathan, you can only persuade.”
Bialar chuckles to himself at the recollection of Aeryn’s words; understands the rightness of them. Even with the transponder, there is no control, no command. Not really. Talyn is impetuous and impatient, a curious child.
The Peacekeeper Captain in him is irritated at the lack of control. The Sebacean in him, the recruited child that exists in his heart, is rather pleased that the ship retains its own sense.
He relaxes with a sigh. He will rest, and then… and then he and Talyn will dive deeper into the Uncharted Territories and map it.
Together.
Claim: Bialar Crais
Theme: Set 1 - #5 - Control
Words: 338
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Farscape belongs to Henson, etc.
Summary: You can’t control a Leviathan, you can only persuade.
“A neural transponder: a direct interface with Talyn. His senses; his propulsions; his weaponry - I command them all.”
Bialar lies on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling. He sees the mottled red pattern, the arching supports. But beyond that, somehow, he sees bright points of light: stars. It is a strange double vision, the result of sharing his awareness with Talyn’s. He can feel the warm of the room and the soft fur of his cover, but also the coldness of the vacuum and the slide of a hull through space.
He closes his eyes and feels every system. The hybrid pulses with life, in tandem with the beat of his heart. They are one, joined in a way he never dreamed possible.
Talyn’s awareness skitters from one idea to the next - the universe stretches out around the ship and it is full of wonders and curiosities. Talyn wants to learn, to explore, to investigate, to experience.
Now, now, now.
“Hush,” Bialar murmurs, exhaustion pulling at him. “I have to rest.”
His head is full of information. His neck aches from the implant.
And he hasn’t slept properly in days.
But, but, but.
“Talyn -- it will - wait.” He reaches out, eyes still closed, and places his hand on the bulkhead. “Let me rest, then we can explore together. You and I, out amongst the stars.”
Yes. Rest.
“Thank you.”
“You can’t control a Leviathan, you can only persuade.”
Bialar chuckles to himself at the recollection of Aeryn’s words; understands the rightness of them. Even with the transponder, there is no control, no command. Not really. Talyn is impetuous and impatient, a curious child.
The Peacekeeper Captain in him is irritated at the lack of control. The Sebacean in him, the recruited child that exists in his heart, is rather pleased that the ship retains its own sense.
He relaxes with a sigh. He will rest, and then… and then he and Talyn will dive deeper into the Uncharted Territories and map it.
Together.
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