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[stykera]

Stark lifted his hands disarmingly but switched his attention, glancing up at the security woman imploringly. “No! Listen!“ he pleaded, wringing his hands. “They are evil creatures– lovers of death! I do not belong to them; I will help you stop them. I will! They poison the souls of so many. I can feel their poor, tortured victims, crying out for justice.”

He whirled back to the captain and dropped to his knees, still wringing his hands. “I know where their ship is. I can take you to it! There is a part of their ship– most broken.”

He hesitated, glancing aside with his one blue eye. “It’s a capacitor. Maybe even all of the capacitors. I’m not on their side!”

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        He gripped her elbow anxiously, gesturing towards his chest as he tried to keep her pace. “No, no, you don’t understand. I am Banik, a holy man. Let me go with you.” Stark realized he wasn’t especially making his case, and he tried forcing a smile at the woman. “May the goddess bless you? I am very useful, very knowledgeable for this enemy.”

[stykera]

dont underestimate the power of kindness. strength is not being cold hearted and aloof, it’s being amicable in the face of bitterness or gentle with those who need to be loved. so please, if nothing else, be kind.

[stykera]

You’ll feel empty holding onto something that is long gone. 
Tragedy is what you’ll hear in the silence left behind. 
The little deaths you had to endure will be grieved at once. 
But then time will heal you and everything you thought you couldn’t overcome will drift off into oblivion. You’ll look inside yourself and awaken. You’ll no longer be caught in your dying dream.

aashiquidreams // Journal of Dying Dreams (via shareaquote)

[stykera]

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        He gripped her elbow anxiously, gesturing towards his chest as he tried to keep her pace. “No, no, you don’t understand. I am Banik, a holy man. Let me go with you.” Stark realized he wasn’t especially making his case, and he tried forcing a smile at the woman. “May the goddess bless you? I am very useful, very knowledgeable for this enemy.”

[stykera]

Stark contemplated that, then bobbed his head once in acquiescence. “I see. Best keep out of everyone’s way, nonetheless,” he added, glancing back up at the man with his solitary, blue eye. He did not provide an explanation for that. It should be obvious, he considered. So many here had been on the run, and trust was something that came long and hard.

There was also the detail that Cullers was a human-- and well-- everyone would like to keep their distance and have time to observe how the almost-mythical creature behaved. As much as Crichton was now a fond addition to the family, another Crichton was NOT wanted.

“I leave the Leviathan sometimes,” he remarked suddenly, tilting his head. “There are duties I must perform for the Banik race. I am not running, like the others here.”

this Stark fellow seemed nice enough, but that didn’t mean Sam was any less curious. His mission was to help John escape this distant universe, but it had developed more into a research project on the other inhabitants of this life as an entirety.

A firm hand greeted Stark’s , offering a smile to the Banik. It was all he could do to show that he meant well. “It’s nice to meet you Stark, it is my mission to retrieve Crichton and bring him back to our home planet, but at this rate I’m not sure either of us will get home. I offer you my acquaintance in return I ask for yours. No need to fight or anything while being forced to live together in such close quarters.”

[stykera]

Ah, so not Sebacean. This was one of Crichton’s people, those humans from the primitive planet. Well... Stark had decided he didn’t particularly like those either, so it didn’t make much of a difference.

He studied the man for several microts, then cautiously extended a hand in greeting, defensively half-curled. “I am a Banik holy man, and a former slave. The people of this ship showed me mercy. Are you taking Crichton away?”

“ A free Banik? I am unfamiliar of your race, If it isn’t an issue can elaborate?” this was all new to Sam, all these new creatures all the new names and languages it was all confusing. he was trying his hardest to be friendly seeing as everyone else aboard the ship seemed fairly friendly. they were welcoming. “I’m not saying you belong to anyone Stark, I’m just curious to meet and understand my shipmates.”

“I’m human, Commander Samuel Rhett Cullers, sent in attempt to retrieve and rescue Commander John Crichton. I mean you no harm.”   

[stykera]

“I am free Banik,” he hissed, disliking having to repeat his meaning to this man or clearly be mocked for what he was. Sebaceans were all the same. Always behaving the superior, always probing and toying with all that he held sacred. Such unfeeling people, so without compassion or understanding. Sebaceans were always already dead but still dying. Stark hated them-- but then he hated a great many things.

“I belong to no one,” he added softly, still standoffish but seeming to calm. “I am called Stark.”

「OPEN ⇢ SAMUEL」

                    “ Please tell me this is some sort of  joke… You’re a what now?”

[stykera]

“I am called Stark.” He batted her hand away rudely, disliking that the action did not match the emotion she was giving him. As much as he was used to war ( such was the way of the galaxy, death and death ), he had little patience for fraternizing with beings of such foul auras.

“I don’t care anything for your politics. Take this planet! Take the next planet! My business here is not concluded and now may not be for some time. Leave me be.” He wrung his hands agitatedly, then suddenly took a step forward in a definite invasion of personal space to gesture imploringly. “No no no no... better idea. Please let me get a ship; I need to go offworld.”

There was nothing of kindness or warmth in her  answering  smile. She peered at the man with eyes like cool, clear ice. He reminded her  of  a  Jedi,    and there was nothing in this galaxy she HATED more than the Jedi.

                                            “Asajj Ventress.”

                  The offered hand was likewise ignored– she moved past it deftly,                   long fingers instead caressing his cheek.  “And you’re LOOKING                   at the occupation.”

[stykera]

Stark stared back, unfazed by the reply and stubborn enough to tilt his chin up just barely in defiance. He had spoken the truth-- he was a free Banik, and he enjoyed how much trouble the crew of Moya had given his old tormentor. It wasn’t revenge if it was just deserts on the side, was it?

“I see. I suppose I would just have to cross you over.”

“That would be inadvisable,” Scorpius replied immediately. “As much as I am sure you loathe to admit it–you need me.” He looked Stark in the eye to show his sincerity. “Without my Peacekeeper command codes, you will never be able to leave this system.”

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“One need not enjoy war to tolerate its presence,” Stark mused, putting his fingers to his lips and wrinkling his brow. It seemed rather that violence and death never ceased-- and even if violence did, death would not.

He finally extended several fingers towards the woman. “I am Stykera-- a Banik holy man. Do you suppose this system will be occupied?”

[stykera]

“You imprisoned Crichton with me,” he corrected pettily, but his tone was flat. Of course. The human had a name but he was the Banik, the crazy Banik slave that was so amusing, and then mildly interesting, and then summarily resigned to part of routine for so long.

Revenge and hatred were not in his nature, and feelings he strove to never let take root, but Scorpius would be the sharpest inspiration for them. Perhaps... justice could be forgiven by the goddess.

He kept his voice level, staring warily at the Peacekeeper. “I am a free Banik,” he added suddenly, is voice low and soft. “If I were in charge of the situation, I should probably put you out an air lock.”

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“Ah…the Banik.” Scorpius was a little surprised to see him, but of course that didn’t show anywhere in his demeanor. “When last I saw you, I had imprisoned you with Crichton…”

[stykera]

“Yes, yes,” Stark conceded, allowing himself to be dragged aside by his arm. He tried to recompose himself, putting his knuckles to his teeth and casting a quick glance around the command centre in an effort to actually help. “I’m sorry, but he needs to... to drain his power build. The build of power is very not good...”

“We should bring the cannon back online,” he decided, anxiously wringing his hands again, but at least he was no longer yelling at the ship.

“Mr. Banik,” Seven hissed, raising her voice and growing annoyed as she reached out and took the man by the arm, forcing him from his shouting match,  “Have you considered that screaming at ‘Talyn’ will only make an unpleasant situation worse? Your panic is  F U T I L E .” 

[stykera]

“'Stargate’.” He bobbed his head in acknowledgement, accepting that as the word he was looking for in regards to wormholes. “Why don’t you find an inhabited planet then and just buy a new ship?”

The Universe Is F*d Up

“A Stargate? Yeah, but it’s range in limited. We can only get to about three or four planets at a time.“ Earth was a constant fixture in it’s dialing program, but they’d yet to discover a means of harnessing enough power for that trip.

[stykera]

He stared at Eli with his one eye, then drew closer to emphasize his point. “I have heard of the Ancients, yes. Yes. Does the ship not have a means of-- of--” He shook out his hands while he tried to think of what he was trying to explain. “Making a wormhole so you might go where you wish?”

The Universe Is F*d Up

“What? No!” The ship was damaged enough without blowing holes in it. And there weren’t enough spare parts to repair a whole bunch of systems. ”It’s not that they’re not responding, we don’t have the access codes. The ship was built over a million years ago, by a race called the Ancients. We didn’t steal it, they left the clues to how to get there, they just forgot to leave an instruction manual behind.”

[stykera]

The Banik shook his hands with nervous energy, but had already determined that he wasn’t going to panic right now. Just.. think this through. Perhaps this alien could help Talyn and all will be well.

“Of course. Talyn is a Leviathan-Peacekeeper gunship hybrid,” he tried to explain. “Most unnatural circumstances. Only a child, born not more than a cycle ago.” He dashed over to the weapons console and his hands flew over the various controls but refused to actually touch anything. “I think he is afraid-- trying to build power in his primary cannon-- which we disabled for his own safety and for others. It’s causing critical overloads in his systems. He needs to stop.”

Stark looked up suddenly and yelled, as if his rising terror would help ease the young bio-mechanoid gunship’s. “Hear that Talyn?! You need to stop or we all DIE!” The power levels all spiked dramatically in response and Stark dropped to his knees imploringly, apparently part of a vicious cycle of rising anxiety between both ship and passenger.

At first, Seven considered the neurotic man might simply be delusional, but then again, she knew of aliens such Species 8472 whom possessed organic ships. Perhaps they truly were in telepathic communication with one another. 

“Are you suggesting this vessel is possesses an intelligent consciousness that you are able to communication with?” 

Seven looked around her, bemused, as the man began shouting into the empty space around them. With a heavy sigh she observed the man over her shoulder, hands clasped behind her back before saying, “Very well. Seeing as our options appear limited…” she approached another control panel and began observing the various panels “—-How may I assist you in… aiding ‘ Talyn ’ ?”

[stykera]

“You cannot run your own ship?” That was suddenly going to be a great problem. Stark didn’t like the sound of that at all. “W-Why is that? Multi-generational travel? Did you steal this ship?” He lifted his hands disarmingly. “No matter if you did. None at all. If you want to regain control why don’t you destroy the primary guidance cores and rebuild them? Or-- or buy new ones. Get new ones. New guidance systems if the old ones aren’t responding.”

The Universe Is F*d Up

That was the problem, they really didn’t know. Technically, they were currently just passengers on the Destiny; it’s path was, well, pre-destined. “Out of the galaxy,” he said, for that was as precise as he could be. “Destiny’s course was programmed a long time ago. We haven’t figure out how to access the core systems yet.”

[stykera]

"Right, panic later," he mumbled, dashing for the internal systems controls. "Beam? What beam? Oh... nonononono I can't leave Talyn. He's frightened, and in pain." He gestured around the ship's command center. "Talyn is alive."

A sudden flurry of bleeps and trills sounded with a flashing of lights, and Stark cringed even though he had no idea what the ship was saying. "And he can hear us." The Banik raised his voice. "We're not leaving you, Talyn! We're here to help you!"

“Remain calm. Panicking is counterproductive,” Seven told the man. “If we are to survive long enough for Voyager to beam us to safety we must stabilize the ship’s core enough to lower the radiation’s interference.” 

Seven moved to the control panel of the alien vessel, but was surprised to find herself at a lose. “I am… unfamiliar with these systems. Do you know how these engines work?”