"Look at the Princess, Part 3: The Maltese Crichton"
Commence log report, Aeryn Sun recording. Concluding assignment as requested, Pilot.
First of all, for the record, I went climbing with Dregon because I needed to do something. Yes, fine, he is an attractive male. But I was tired of doing nothing, Pilot. Crichton had made his choice. There was nothing left there for me.
So, instead of attending the wedding, I went out to the cliffs and went climbing with Dregon. He claimed to be a skilled climber, but I should know by now not to believe the dren that spews from men's mouths. Two cycles with Crichton should have taught me that.
But it's my fault and no one else's; I should have been more attentive. Because that yotz developed a fear of heights half-way up the rock face, and instead of grabbing hold of the rocks to steady himself, he grabbed hold of my leg, and we both plummeted into the river below.
It frelling hurt, Pilot. I broke my leg on impact, got sliced to bits on the rocks and pummeled by the current, and had the wind knocked out of me several times while trying to save Dregon from drowning.
I don't know if his injuries were worse than mine, or if he simply didn't have the Peacekeeper tolerance for pain, but he complained so loudly and so often I seriously considered killing him just to shut him up. But I am a trained Peacekeeper soldier, and I continued further inland to seek help.
Now, if limping on a broken leg while dragging a moaning Sebacean through the desert on a makeshift gurney sounds like an unpleasant way to pass an afternoon, from what D'Argo and Chiana told me they had it far worse. And since you've asked for a complete account, Pilot, I will try and construct their rendition of the events here as well, since they have informed me they'd prefer not to think about it again. I suppose some events are not worth reliving.
Apparently, after the wedding ceremony and the ... I guess you'd call it a "bronzing" procedure, Crichton disappeared. I'm not sure I fully understand it myself, but according to D'Argo, first Crichton's head was stolen from his body, then later his entire body was reanimated and possibly kidnapped.
Needless to say, everyone in the Royal Court was looking for Crichton, though whether they wanted to crown him or kill him depended upon whom you asked. So, of course, in the chaos Scorpius materialized and asked D'Argo where Crichton was.
D'Argo didn't know no one seemed to know but the Scarran who'd been working with Prince Clavor used a kind of thought-extracting beam on D'Argo, forcing him to suggest they ask Chiana for Crichton's whereabouts.
Scorpius and the Scarran set off, each hoping to find Chiana first and thereby locate Crichton. D'Argo, having to select the lesser evil, chose to accompany Scorpius, proceeding on the assumption that Scorpius was less likely than the Scarran to harm Chiana, I imagine.
The Scarran found Chiana and had hanged her in chains, suspended over a pit of acid, when Scorpius and D'Argo located him. The Scarran had used Chiana to bait D'Argo and Scorpius, because he'd suspected that Scorpius was trying to foil his plans to take control of the Royal Planet. When he learned that Scorpius had no such plans, he figured his mission would go unthreatened, so long as Crichton himself didn't intervene.
The heat of the room caused intense pain to Scorpius' Sebacean physiology; exposure to heat, as you know, causes us to suffer Sebacean Heat-Sickness, which can kill or, in some cases, lead to the Living Death. Scorpius is half-Scarran, however, and Scarrans crave heat, and feed off it; his Scarran half made him crave the heat that would kill him. If it were possible for me to feel pity for Scorpius I would feel it now; the anguish he went through must have been tremendous. Having experienced Heat Sickness myself, I would not wish it on anyone. ... Perhaps not even Scorpius.
With Scorpius incapacitated, D'Argo alone was no match for the Scarran. Chiana hung perilously over the acid, but D'Argo could not even attempt to rescue her it took all his skill to evade the Scarran's assaults.
When one of the chains holding Chiana broke, it must have been a horrifying moment for all of them.
Meanwhile, Empress Novia, having learned that her son, Clavor, was dead, ruled that every off-worlder starting with the Scarran and including all of us, including Rygel would be executed in retaliation.
And still, no one knew where Crichton was.
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Wayne Pygram
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Scorpius
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Matt Day
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Tyno
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Tina Bursill
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Empress Novia
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Felicity Price
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Princess Katralla
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Felix Williamson
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Prince Clavor
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Bianca Chiminello
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Jena
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Aaron Cash
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Dregon
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Gavin Robins
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Cargn
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Jonathan Hardy
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Kahaynu
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David Kemper
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Andrew Prowse & Tony Tilse
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