"My Three Crichtons" I have heard both Officer Sun and Commander Crichton say, "Shoot first, ask questions later." I am ashamed to admit that it is a philosophy I often agree with, especially when the safety of Moya is at stake. However, I cannot help but wonder if the circumstances of the last day would have been different had Aeryn not fired at the sphere. The sphere was small when it entered Moya, and it traversed the ship, hovering above each crew member in turn, as if it were trying to learn something from the humanoids. When it reached John Crichton, it lingered there. Crichton, perhaps foolishly, told Aeryn to open fire on it. The energy from her Pulse Rifle must have affected the sphere in some way, because at that moment the sphere grew to many times its initial size — big enough to swallow Commander Crichton inside. Crichton was just as quickly expelled from the sphere, but when he emerged he was not alone: A dark figure dashed past him and disappeared into Moya's corridors. The crew pursued the intruder, and Chiana found it, hiding in Commander Crichton's quarters, trying to put on the human's Earth uniform. It was an ugly, hairy beast, unable to communicate in any manner more sophisticated than a series of grunts, but Chiana tried to talk with it anyway. After some effort, she managed to get the beast to tell her his name: John Crichton. While Zhaan confirmed the creature's identity with a DNA scan, Moya and I struggled against the sphere. From where it had lodged itself near Maintenance Bay 2, it was causing massive energy fluctuations that threatened to tear Moya apart. Crichton and D'Argo went to the maintenance bay to see if they could stop the energy fluctuations, but when they arrived at where Aeryn was keeping watch, the fluctuations had diminished somewhat. And the sphere expelled another version of Crichton. This one seemed a bit too smart for his own good — or ours. Moya and I had little opportunity to consider the implications of three John Crichtons aboard; we still had to fight against the sphere. It was again causing massive energy fluctuations that now seemed to be pulling at Moya, tearing at the ship and trying to carry us into an alternate dimension. The Crichtons and the crew tried to help us find a way to counteract the effects of the dimensional pull, but Moya already was showing signs of serious strain. If she were pulled into the alternate dimension, it seemed very likely that none of the us would survive.... Writers  . . . . . .  Gabrielle Stanton & Harry Werksman, Jr. Director  . . . . . .  Catherine Millar << Previous Log Next Log >>