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We were filled with great hope. After risking our lives during the attack on the Shadow Depository, we at last had Crichton back among us, D'Argo was reunited with his son, Jothee, and we had enough currency to compensate those who had helped us along the way.

With Crais and Talyn's assistance, we located a Diagnosan — a member of a healer species who would likely be able to repair the damage caused to Moya by the ignited drexan vapor. And better still, the Diagnosan's assistant, Grunchlk, suggested that the healer might also be able to remove the neurochip safely from Crichton's brain...for the right price. With our newly acquired currency, we set off for the Diagnosan's laboratory, where the surgery would take place.

While en route, Aeryn discovered Crichton tinkering with connections in Moya's Neural Cluster. He claimed to be making repairs, staying busy as a way to keep the Scorpius Neural Clone in check. She was ready to believe him, but it seemed the Scorpius Clone could not be held at bay any longer. Entirely under Scorpius' influence, Crichton lashed out and attacked Aeryn, knocking her unconscious. He then attempted to use Moya's sensors to direct Scorpius right to us.

Fortunately, D'Argo was able to apprehend Crichton before he did any serious damage. It was disturbing having one of our own trying to work against us, and we hoped that the Diagnosan would be able to cure the Human.

When we finally reached the Diagnosan, he examined Crichton, and Grunchlk informed us, regretfully, that without a compatible graft of neural tissues and fluids there would be no way to operate on Crichton's brain.

In the Diagnosan's laboratory on the frozen planet below, Grunchlk kept a cache of bodies to use as organ and tissue donors. After searching, he managed to locate a species close enough to Crichton's Human physiology to serve as a compatible donor.

In the meantime, the Diagnosan anesthetized Moya. The effect of the drug on her nervous system — and mine — was somewhat embarrassing; we grew inebriated, intoxicated — in short, as Chiana said, it made us "high."

And I wonder, if we had not been under the drug's influence, if Moya and I might have been able to help during the next turn of events.

Crichton was not himself. The Scorpius Clone had entirely taken over his brain, and Crichton set out in his Farscape Module to broadcast Moya's location to the real Scorpius.

Refusing to let Crichton — or Scorpius-Crichton — go through with this, Aeryn pursued him in her Prowler. Scorpius-Crichton would not be dissuaded from his mission, nor could our John Crichton break free of Scorpius' control. Aeryn knew that Crichton would not want to live this way, but Scorpius-Crichton doubted that Aeryn would fire on her friend John.

He should have known better than to doubt a former Peacekeeper of the Pleisar regiment.

To the horror of all of us on Moya, a battle began.

After several minutes of aerial combat in the ice planet's atmosphere, Aeryn believed she had won, and she ordered Scorpius-Crichton to land his craft. We should have known by the fact that he was so cooperative that Scorpius would not concede victory so easily. He did land his craft — right on top of Aeryn's Prowler, puncturing the hull of her ship.

In the cruel environment of the ice planet, Aeryn was forced to abandon ship. She broke away from the Prowler in her ejector seat, and plummeted to the icy ground below.

As the surface drew closer, Aeryn informed us that her situation was even worse than it appeared. Scorpius-Crichton's attack had fused shut her ejector seat, preventing her from separating from the heavy chair before landing. The ground below her proved to be the surface of a frozen lake, and with the weight of the chair dragging her down, Aeryn crashed through the ice — and drowned.

We held a memorial service to honor the life of our dear Officer Sun. Crichton had regained control of his consciousness for the time being, and was appalled at what he had done. I did not care whether Scorpius or Crichton was to blame for destroying the Prowler; I was appalled at them both, and I was unsure if I would be able to forgive either one for Aeryn's death.

Crichton was now determined to have the Scorpius-Clone removed from his brain, even if it cost him his life.