Crais gets a
surprise. I know, I’m sick.
Surprise!
by GitonCrais
“Surprise!”
The loathed word
sounded when he stepped on board Moya. The grinning faces of the others
surrounded him, almost making him ready to retreat to the transport pod and
back to the safety of Talyn.
Crichton stepped
forward, a huge grin on his face, “Crais, my man.” He patted Crais on the
shoulder, repeatedly.
Crais pouted,
raised an eyebrow and got more suspicious.
“I have a couple
of surprises for you,” Crichton’s joyful face only deepened the feeling of
dread Crais felt. Crichton continued, “Come, I’ll show you.”
Crais couldn’t
explain why he didn’t bolt for Talyn immediately. All his alarm senses had gone
off. Instead he said, “Lead the way Crichton.”
They moved to the
galley. Crais saw that two other people than the Moya crew were already
present. They stood with their backs to the door, so Crais couldn’t see whom
they might be.
In his eagerness
Crichton dragged him by the arm into the room. Crais raised an eyebrow at this
behavior but Crichton was oblivious to his stare. He stopped near the two men
and turned to Crais, “Meet some friends of mine. They said they know you too.”
It was too late to
leave the galley without losing face. Crais couldn’t think of anyone he could
call friends. The men turned around and their malicious grins bore no good for
the Captain.
“Crichton, why…”
Crais retreated without losing sight of the two men who had stepped forward.
“Well, well.
Captain Bialar Crais,” the bigger of the two men said sweetly. He quite easily
towered head and shoulders over Crais, “we meet again. When our mutual friend
here said that you were going to pay them a visit soon, we couldn’t let this
opportunity pass.”
Crais called past
them to Crichton, “I don’t know what they have told you, Crichton but they are
definitely not friends of mine.”
“Oh, what a
shame,” said Crichton sarcastically.
In the meantime
the men had advanced and were now very close to Crais.
Before Crais
could turn and flee, the big man had closed the distance, grabbed him by the
arms and had pinned them to his sides. Crais tried to struggle free but to no
avail.
Further in the
room he could see Crichton’s smiling face. Ka D’Argo had joined Crichton and
was smiling at Crais too.
“Shall we rescue
him,” Crichton asked Ka D’Argo.
“No,” Ka D’Argo
answered him and he crossed his arms over his chest, “They only want a word
with him.”
They both called
to Crais, “Have fun.”
Crais saw the
second man come forward. He struggled harder against the grip that held him.
Closer the man
stepped. An evil toothed grin on his features, his knife gleaming in the
light….
Crais woke up,
bathed in sweat. He had bolted upright, gasping deeply. Wearily he fell back on
the pillows. Another Peacekeepers lie smashed to pieces. Peacekeepers could
dream.
He knew what had
prompted this dream or rather, nightmare.
Talyn had sensed
Moya on his sensors and was now flying towards her to meet with her.
Crais would not
admit to it openly but meeting up with the Moya-crew, however briefly, was
traumatic, to say the least.
The animosity
towards him was quite plain and he dreaded Crichton’s ideas of fun, especially
at his expense.
He drifted off to
sleep again.
He stood in front
of the still closed hatch of the transport pod, reluctant to open it. The
remnants of the dream were still strong in his mind.
He took a deep
breath.
It was only a
dream.
He opened the
hatch.
They were there,
waiting for him.
He stepped out on
Moya’s deck
He had expected
them to shout ‘surprise’. He had expected grinning faces. The tension when all
this wasn’t happening was building inside him.
They stared at
him. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t threaten him.
He swallowed and
asked in a choked voice, “Surprise?”
The End