I remember the stars. There were always stars around me. It was a little scary at first - there were so many, in so big a space, that I was so small in comparison. But everything was okay because my mother was there.

Then my mother left me.

There were big rocks all around me - asteroids they were called - but I couldn't see the stars. I wanted to follow my mother but Crais stopped me. He helped me, he calmed me, I felt safe when he was with me.

And then I didn't need my mother any more.

But I am not dead yet.

I will take him to his friends. I won't make it back here, I know that. I owe him a debt - he did more for me than I did for him. So I will do it. I will help John Crichton and it will be the last thing I do.

"Captain Braca," he said to himself.

He wondered where Scorpius was now and what he was doing. He had believed in the half-breed but Commandant Grayza outranked him and what she had done must therefore be right.

Besides, he didn't want to be Scorpius' lackey and a mere lieutenant forever. He was going places, Commandant Grayza had said so, and therefore it must be true.

Felip nectar, something more potent than felip nectar, a fruit Chiana told him was an aphrodisiac after he'd eaten it. Kissing Chiana, kissing Jool, kissing Chiana again, D'Argo getting jealous, trying to kiss D'Argo...

Oh no.

John leapt out of the bed, his hangover forgotten. Sometime last night, when very drunk, he'd slept with D'Argo.

To add to his problems he could have sworn he saw two of his apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, earlier. He made an effort to concentrate on the negotiations so he could get off the ship they called 'Katratzi' and back to Coruscant as soon as possible.

What were non-Peacekeeper Sebaceans doing on a ship?

"Captain D'Argo. Our ship is called Moya."

Captain Archer turned to the woman on his left. "Can you translate that?"

Why didn't they have translator microbes? "Maybe you should speak to them," he said to Aeryn.

The two people on the screen immediately stopped talking and looked at him. "You speak English?"

"Er, yeah. You're human?" What were humans doing outside of the solar system?

"Yes. We thought we were the furthest humans from Earth."

Seemed like they both had a story to tell.

"And you should loosen up a little."

"Loosen up."

"Yeah. Look, I'm not a Peacekeeper, I haven't been doing this for years. Hell, I haven't even done this before. I'm not going to get it right the first time."

"Perseverance."

"Perseverance?"

"Keep trying and eventually you'll get it right."

"You mean like this?"

He had caught her unawares with a well-aimed pantak jab and now she was acutely aware of his exact position in relation to hers.

"I followed your advice, now you follow mine."

Loosen up, he had said. So she kissed him.

"You will surrender." But the voice was not Crais' and the face was Crichton's himself!

Waking suddenly to a dark room that no longer shook, Crichton struggled to get his breathing under control and shake off the effects of the particularly vivid nightmare.

There was one good thing about it - at least he hadn't dreamt of home.

Like Peacekeepers and Scarrans, for example.

Why do they hate each other anyway? Grayza certainly can't remember any more.

She doesn't want the power, not really. She just wants everyone to like each other - the Peacekeepers, the Scarrans, even the Luxans. She wants them to like her. She wants to be liked.

She just wants peace in the galaxy. Is that such an impossible dream?

Chiana's Choice - Unrealized Reality challenge

Impossible Dream - Personality Switch challenge

Each Night I Dream of Home - First Times challenge

Instruction - Discipline challenge

Strange Encounters - Crossover challenge

A Difficult Negotiation - Crossover challenge

The Morning After the Night Before - Slash challenge

Captain Braca - Summer vacation challenge

Last Act - A drabble from the perspective of a dead character

Stars - Use it or lose it: earliest memories challenge

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Chiana's Choice

The sound of pulse pistol fire echoed around the small room. Chiana stuck her head out long enough to spot her target and fire. Beside her other members of the resistance were doing the same. More and more fell yet still they came.

The fight was hopeless yet still they fought.

"Surrender!" came the request, but they couldn't. The cost was too great.

Nerri stood to say, no, never, but it was too long and he was shot.

Chiana moved over to him. "Hold on," she said, crouching down, "help is coming."

But when it came it was too late.