Log File 10205
I really must learn to trust my judgment. Then again, I am seldom
consulted in matters like this most recent one, so I can hardly be
blamed for what happened.
The crew invited T'raltixx, a blind mechanic-type, aboard the ship
with promises to make modifications to Moya that would protect us from
Scorpius' pursuit. Crichton immediately expressed the fact that he did
not trust T'raltixx, and I had to restrain myself from asking him why he
thought it was acceptable to allow such an untrustworthy being aboard.
Still, I must acknowledge that our new guest took great pains to
appear innocent, at least at first.
T'raltixx tested his modifications on Crichton's Farscape module, and to
all observing it seemed that the module (as well as Crichton, who was
opportunely sitting beside the module) disappeared from view. This
technology would truly be a wonderful asset in our flight from Scorpius,
and the crew was eager to outfit Moya with the adaptation.
Meanwhile, Aeryn and Chiana returned from the commerce planet where they
obtained one of the "Wanted: John Crichton" beacons Scorpius had
left, in hopes of determining Scorpius' location so we could head in the
opposite direction. Also on the commerce planet, Aeryn and Chiana
were able to acquire some rudimentary food, though that acquisition --
several crates of "crackers" -- ended up causing more trouble than
good.
In order to perform the necessary motifications to Moya, T'raltixx had to
take us to his homeworld, a trip which required our passage through
five pulsars near his planet. He informed us that the proximity to
the pulsars might cause personality shifts in "lesser beings,"
namely, the crew. The occurrence was pleasurable for Zhaan, who, as a
plant-lifeform, experienced photogasms from the light. The rest of
us, I'm ashamed to admit, fared less well.
T'raltixx explained that our optic nerves were being affected, triggering
brain activity which resulted in extreme emotional responses,
mostly in the form of acute sense of distrust. And indeed we did
begin to distrust everything and everyone around us. I found myself
distrusting and even hating the crew. And throughout the ship,
they too were turning against one another. These regularly
companionable...well, tolerant shipmates picked up arms against one
another, suspicious of everyone and willing to protect with deadly force
their fair share...of crackers.
Guest Cast
Wayne Pygram...........Scorpius
Danny Adcock...........T'raltixx
Writer..................Justin Monjo
Director.................Ian Watson