"Through the Looking Glass" As powerful as Moya is, without a crew she is, in many ways, quite vulnerable. While the DRDs can attend to her basic needs, she is unable to, say, bargain with Zenetan pirates or outsmart hostile Peacekeepers without the help of a resourceful crew. Beyond that, Moya and I both find great fulfillment in serving others and would be remorseful if left alone. So when some of our crew recently contemplated leaving due to Moya's temporarily reduced performance parameters, the insinuation that she was too weak to be trusted hurt the gentle Leviathan's pride. She was anxious to prove her worth to them — too anxious, as we soon discovered. In an effort to show that she could still protect us from capture, Moya chose to Starburst immediately. This was unwise. The energy required to sustain her growing child severely limited the output of her power cells, and the strain of a full Starburst was too much for the pregnant Leviathan. She ran out of energy mid-Starburst and crashed into ... something. In the chaos that followed the collision, Rygel, D'Argo and Aeryn went missing. Although my sensors still detected them onboard, we could find no trace of them anywhere. During his search for our missing shipmates, Crichton discovered the cause of their sudden vanishing. Moya had punctured the seam between space-time and was partially trapped in a rift between the dimensions of normal space. I was somewhat familiar with the "dimensional schism" hypothesis, but I had never imagined I would experience its jarringly real effects firsthand. Just as a single beam of light can be divided into a spectrum of colors, Moya herself had fractured across four interspatial dimensions. Our missing crew members were not gone; they merely existed aboard the fractured elements of Moya within these different, overlapping spatial realms. And they were not alone. Some sort of creature was attempting to manifest in each of these dimensions. As we tried to alter Moya's course and reverse out of the rupture, this creature became more and more aggressive. Judging from the apparent violence of its manifestations, this transdimensional entity was willing to use extreme — even lethal — measures to prevent us from escaping. Yet with each passing moment, Moya was splintering further apart. If the separation between her dimensional echoes grew too wide, we would quite simply cease to exist.... Gigi Edgley  . . . . . .  Chiana Writer  . . . . . .  David Kemper Director  . . . . . .  Ian Watson << Previous Log Next Log >>