#officer-aeryn-sun

[seventymilestobabylon]

I feel like someone told Claudia Black to just do the most unpleasant voice she could think of for "John Quixote" and she was like "got it, I shall find the exact midpoint of Snow White from Snow White, Vivien Leigh from Gone with the Wind, and Marlon Brando from Streetcar" and they were like "perfect, thank you for understanding our Vision"

[jetnosfreak]

John Crichton trying to cheer up Aeryn Sun

[karasbroken]

A few months ago I was bitten with the writing bug and started on a series of "in betweens" from Aeryn's POV, each fic named for an idiom that was just the starting point for exploring Aeryn and John's relationship arc, and also life on Moya with extra adventures, a whole lot more bickering, and culture clashes large and small. This is the first of them, about John missing chocolate and Aeryn only knowing how to work through pain, not comfort it. I think I got better, but I had to start somewhere.

Rating: G | Word Count: 2,662 | Tags: Post- "I, E.T.", Angst, Slice of Life, Pre-Relationship

Officer Sun paused in the doorway of the central chamber, rendered on alert by an unfamiliar sound. A series of wet gasps was coming from the shadows. After a few microts she recognized that it was crying. A strange, hopeless sound that put her teeth on edge. Was someone hurt? Who had hurt them, and why was there no alarm? She eased her pulse pistol from its holster and pivoted around the edge of the door, second hand coming up to steady her aim.

There was no one there but Crichton, sitting in the shadows, a tray on the table in front of him. His head was thrown back, hand pressed to his forehead as if in pain. At the noise of her entrance, he opened his eyes and looked her way, first blearily, then with a jump as the hooman registered the weapon trained on him. “Dammit, Miss Sun, why are you pointing a gun at me this time?” There was a dark color to his tone, but no real fear or alarm. Sun slowly eased off and clicked the pistol back into place.

“I thought something was wrong, Crichton. That you were seriously injured.” She approached, still cautiously, to stand over him, scanning for some cause to his distress.

He gave a short, humorless bark of laughter. “No… no. Just home-sick.” Crichton waved at her to sit. “Stop looming and pull up a chair.”

Unwillingly, she took the seat opposite him, then glared until he started on an explanation. Home-sick. The words made sense separately, but together their exact meaning eluded her....

[litcityblues]

Farscape, Season 1: Very Late To This Party

Farscape is one of those shows that has floated in and out of my general consciousness over the years, but I've never actually sat down and watched it. I've started it a couple of times, but like a few shows out there (Parks & Rec, and The Office both fit this category for me) it took me a few tries to actually dig into the show and really get a season under my belt.

Having finished the first season, let me just say this: I get it. I get it now.

My first impressions of this show, were sort of so-so, to me. The first couple of episodes are pretty good. Human, experimental spacecraft, gets sucked through a wormhole into another galaxy. He gets picked up by a crew of escaped prisoners and joins them on the lam after he accidentally kills one of the local law enforcers (the Peacekeepers, as we come to find out.)

As a basic premise, it's pretty good. Sort of Quantum Leap meets Star Trek with a touch of Doctor Who and a few other sci-fi shows thrown in for good measure. The early delivery, however... Maybe it's because I watched too many episodes of Andromeda when I was younger but this feels a lot like that show blended with Stargate SG-1 (in their 'planet/monster of the week' type of episode- not the longer arcs, which are genuinely good.) So I wasn't sure if I was going to really dig in on this show. It was okay.

But then, episode ten comes along. 'They've Got A Secret' turns out to be a game-changer for this first season, because when their ship, Moya seemingly turns against them, the crew has to spend most of the episode figuring out why, and then they do: she's pregnant.

That got my attention. A sentient ship is an interesting enough idea, but one that can get pregnant? I'm in.

The rest of the season gets much stronger from there as we learn more and more about the characters on the ship what got them put in prison in the first place and what they're doing to escape their pasts. Zhaan (Virginia Hey) gets a nice moment with 'Rhapsody In Blue', 'Durka Returns' and sees Rygel (voiced by Jonathan Hardy) confront his interrogator/torturer, and a new shipmate named Chiana comes aboard. We learn more about D'Argo (Anthony Simcoe) and the quest to reunite with his son in ''Til The Blood Runs Clear' and 'The Flax'. (The ship, Moya is piloted by a creature known, funnily enough as Pilot (voiced by Lani Tupu)-- who is grafted into the ship's nervous system and essentially the voice of Moya to the rest of the crew.)

Aeryn Sun (Claudia Black), the ex-Peacekeeper forced to join the crew, and Crichton (Ben Browder), the astronaut sucked through the wormhole are sort of the core characters- so their arcs sort of run on and off throughout the first season. I do like that they're not in any hurry to put Aeryn and Crichton together- even though there's some romantic tension between them that's pretty obvious. (Even though I haven't seen the show, I've read enough about pop culture/sci-fi shows over the years to have learned that they do, in fact, end up together.)

The first season ends on a nice cliffhanger with a new big bad established- Scorpius (Wayne Pygram) and the old one, Crais (Lani Tupu), actually defecting to their side- even if does wind up double-crossing them and forcing Moya to flee, while D'Argo and Crichton are left floating in space with only Aeryn Sun to save them.

If you dig a little bit into this show, there are a lot of interesting things that jump out at you. First, Wikipedia calls it 'an Australian-American science fiction television series' which was originally produced for Australian TV before it was picked up by the Sci-Fi Channel to be part of their Sci-Fi Friday lineup (hey, does everyone remember when the Sci-Fi Channel used to have sci-fi shows on it? It's almost like remembering when MTV used to show actual music videos and not 1,345,344 episodes of Ridiculousness over and over again.) As a result of this, the majority of the cast is either Australian or New Zealander with Ben Browder being the sole American amongst the cast- so that kind of makes it unusual.

The second thing is that The Jim Henson Company is one of the producers-- so they're responsible for the various alien make-up and prosthetics you see, but two of the main characters- Rygel and Pilot are animatronic puppets that are entirely Creature Shop creations. I'm sure it was a minor deal at the time because animatronic anything is cool-- but these days, when even Yoda has become CGI, I really appreciate practical effects and both Rygel (who farts helium when he gets nervous) and Pilot are great additions to the show. Rygel is more mobile than Pilot, but you also don't see many moments of weirdness/fourth wall breaking like you do with Muppets who have to suddenly jump up or show all of their limbs or something like that. It's really well done.

Overall: I am very, very late to this particular party and I have to acknowledge the slow start, but by season's end, Farscape had convinced me: I'm on board for the rest of this ride. My Grade: *** out of ****.

[63]

HOW DARE YOU SHAVE OFFICER AERYN SUN'S ARMPITS

[dangermousie]

Farscape rewatch, Relativity, 3x10

Both Relativity and the ep that follows it, Incubator, are in different ways, about what forms you, about parents and heritage and being confronted with reality different from prior beliefs. In Relativity, the target is Aeryn, in Incubator, Scorpius.

In Relativity, Aeryn is confronted with her mother, someone who is absolutely critical to her formation as a human being, one of the two encounters in her PK life which created in her the woman who could respond, recognize something inherently full of potential in John’s ‘You can be more’ in the Premiere. Someone who could, however awkwardly, speak up as to his innocence to her superior officer. The second of such experiences was, of course, Velorek, someone who showed unexpected humanity, whom she could have loved, and whom she betrayed. That act of betrayal is what saved John’s life in Premiere, really. That echo of her previous effort to be a perfect PK, that echo of a man who believed she is more than a mindless killing machine. (I love how both with John, and with what little we saw of Velorek, Aeryn is the tougher, less emotional one. And yet not stunted or unwomanly. Too often, when shows try to create a tough lady, they create a man with estrogen, or someone lessened). But the first formative encounter, the encounter that allowed her to realize the wrongness of her behavior towards Velorek, the source of her even feeling anything for him (I always thought her betrayal of him was as much a response to her own feelings she was uncomfortable with), the source of her almost-stomped out but present belief she is an individual, that she has worth, is that childhood encounter with her mother. The woman who was every inch a tough soldier, but who risked everything to come and tell Aeryn when she was a small child that she was her mother, and that she was conceived in love, and that her parents loved each other and her. When Aeryn says that through the years, every time she saw a transport, she would look at soldiers, hoping to see the face of a woman she only saw once, your heart breaks for her. But of course, this is Farscape, and this meeting is different, very different. Xalax Sun is the leader of the squad sent to retrieve Talyn and Crais (I love how Crais was twisty, and clever, and untrustworthy and somehow honorable here. And I love that the only reason John didn’t leave him to die is because he needed him. Though that is not truly all, I don’t think John could kill a man like that, in cold blood). Xalax of the present day is not only PK tough, she is a dutiful zombie, dead inside, someone who has been dead for many years, as a result of her retrieval squad duties (brutal even by PK standards) and as a result of her choices. Her trip to Aeryn was found out, and she was offered a choice to kill Talyn (her lover) or Aeryn, and she chose Talyn (though I don’t think we learn about that choice until ‘The Choice’). In a way, this is a shadow of Aeryn and Velorek, only Aeryn never loved Velorek (she could have, given more time), and unlike Xalax, she was given a second chance, before the soul was brutalized out of her. And that is the thing: Xalax is clearly tormented on a level, but she has locked away all feeling, as unworthy, because she has to justify to herself that what she did was right, the only way to live. And she locked it up because caring brings horrible pain, makes you vulnerable. Does the latter emotional shut-down remind you of anything? It does to me. It makes me think of Aeryn in ‘The Choice,’ also in the aftermath of the death of her love, only she is both better and worse off: she did not kill him herself, but there is no child. It is an instinctive reaction to want to never be vulnerable again, to shut down. And of course, Aeryn is lucky, she is surrounded not by PKs who keep pushing the inhumanity line, but by Moyans, who value feelings, who are beings with souls. And she has John, who is the same man she buried, minus some months of memories (but what formative experiences!) and she cannot fight her love for too long. But Xalax had none of these. If Stark is what John could become in a horrible reality, then Xalax is Aeryn’s personal potential nightmare future. And yet, that nightmare future is not to be, for either John or Aeryn. The episode is shot through with hope and love. After all, this is the episode that opens with John and Aeryn finally having made love (which is really the final commitment and acknowledgment for them), giddy in bed after a night of love-making. I love that in typical Farscape fashion, we first learn of it from the disgruntled Rygel who had been kept up all night because of it (his bed is on the other side of the partition) and is justifiably annoyed.  And I love that John and Aeryn know of it, and they are being so silly and adorable, teasing Rygel, with Crichton banging on the wall in pretend imitation (LOL) and Aeryn grinning at him that he was “louder last night, believe it or not.” I love that it’s so real, no ‘holy glow’ sex or some super solemn bit: just joyful and natural and right, and a little silly.

If it wasn’t for the latest crisis, I imagine they would spend the whole day in bed :D I always found Stark listening at the partition a bit odd, but this time it hit me: it is such a change for him to feel positive emotion, joy, happiness, emanating from beings around him. He deals so much with misery and death, he is trying to soak others’ happiness and not pain, for once. And I do love that later, sewing up Rygel (and how like Rygel, to be an ingrate, and how like Stark, to want to save him from dying) he sees/feels Zhaan. He deserves his comfort, whether it was real or not. I am convinced a large chunk of reason they kept Stark on the show was because he was the only one more insane than John. But yes, the reason Aeryn is not Xalax, will never be Xalax, is John and the new world that opened to her when she became ‘irreversibly contaminated.’ He is there for her, through good and bad. Witness his stubborn, blind, quiet/panicked and very adamant refusal to believe she is dead. Witness his instinctive, almost primal insistence on her not being the one to shoot her mother. He shields her the way Xalax was never shielded, he prevents Aeryn from killing her family. And when he is leading her away, and she breaks down, he is supporting her, holding her up and, I never realized it before, covering her ears, so she won’t have to hear the shots. His attention to her, on her, is total.

They save each other, don’t they? Over and over and over again. It is a wonderful thing, but being this loved, this cared for, does lead to the abyss of the other side of the coin: the utter bereftness when that is gone. Aeryn has decided that she is alright, no matter what else happens, as long as she has John (just as that is exactly what Crichton has. No matter what, he can keep his sanity and his soul if she is around). But that means if the one person is removed, the world falls apart. It is because John loved her so much, because she loved him just as much, because they were so organic together, that she cannot face being without him, in The Choice. And I love that is never about a woman needing a man, or needing romantic love to be complete. It’s about Aeryn needing John. And John needing Aeryn. I love the end scene between John and Aeryn. It is incredible: both so grimy, battered, hurt in different ways because of the day from hell, but finding so much comfort and strength from each other, full of so much love and anxiety and relief. The chemistry burns the screen, and the peace they find with each other is palpable. And oh, when Aeryn says she will come to bed soon and they can sleep. Or not. And smiles? They can deal with anything when they are together.

The flip side is that they cannot deal with being without each other. Xalax is the visible proof of the price you might pay for love, just as Stark is visible proof of the costs of torture. In the Farscape world, you have to actively fight to avoid those outcomes, those goalposts.  

[ankh-morporkianpostalworker]

The Farscape gag contains spoilers for Dune.

(In the Command Deck aboard Moya)

Crichton: ...And so, blinded by atomic fire, Muad'Dib fled into the desert according to the traditions of his adopted people, the Fremen. The End.

Aeryn: That's it? All that political intrigue and betrayal and violence ends in him fleeing into exile, relinquishing total power? What about Paul's sister and his twins? That ending is a load of frelling nonsense, Crichton.

Pilot (on the intercom): Moya and I believe that Officer Sun is correct, Commander. It does leave a number of disputes unresolved.

D'Argo: I am quite curious as to what became of the clone of the mighty warrior, Duncan Idaho. Does he live up to the legend of the original?

Zhaan: And what of Alia? As Abomination, what will her powers do to her? And are the children pre-born as well?

Crichton: Will all of you calm down? The story isn't anywhere near done, trust me.

[ammoniteflesh]

Ohhh Farscape. Tell me about Aeryn x Pilot!

YESSSS, this one has been quietly percolating in the back of my mind for a while - put on hold bc the friends I was watching Farscape with have been very busy. But I adore Aeryn/Pilot and I really want to write some stuff for it at some point. An idea I had for this concept relatively recently was 'the rest of the gang get captured so Aeryn and Pilot have to pose as Peacekeepers and they both have very complex feelings about it'.

I also really wanted to dive into Aeryn's upbringing bc I'm very interested in what a Peacekeeper childhood looks like! The only bit of actual text in the doc is about this:

Your name is Aeryn Sun. It was given to you by your creche commanding officer. You don’t know why he chose it; it’s not your business to know. You were assigned a name and now you answer to it. Like a dog learning a trick.

[apomekhanes]

don't have a problem with crawling on all fours - crais/aeryn/crichton fic - chapter 4

Farscape - Rated M (subject to change) - Bialar Crais/John Crichton/Aeryn Sun OT3

Summary: At some point Crais begins to wonder if Aeryn and John have caught on to how desperately he wants them while knowing he can never have them.

Crichton laughs. “Sure.” He sobers up a second later, asking with his customary carelessness: “You recreate like the other PKs?”

Crais knows, theoretically at least, that in times of danger and stress like the ones they find themselves in, officers are liable to form bonds under pressure that involve no-holds-barred honesty and vulnerability. It does make for better soldiers. It might not make for good co-workers. But he hesitates only a moment before replying. “Yes. It’s not unusual, even for higher-ranking officers. It is seen as a necessary evil to keep people compliant.”

[read chapter 4 on ao3] / [start from the beginning]

[dangerously-human]

17, 18, 29?

Thank you, I love this opportunity to reflect on my writing this time of year!

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Toss-up between John Sheppard and John Crichton. Sheppard was decidedly easier to write, but Crichton was a fun challenge.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Probably the same answer? Sheppard was easy to write, as long as he kept his mouth shut. The problem is that "he would not say that" applies to, like, anything that vaguely hints at the existence of emotions, so I had to either avoid words altogether or lean into the OOC element (which is passable for fluffy AU future fic, I guess) and just let him be as sappy as he secretly wanted. Crichton was an interesting challenge mostly because his voice is SO distinctive and I found it difficult to match, especially in future fic where I wasn't sure how much to lean into him being nuts vs. let the man have a little peace for a change.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I wrote a lot of things I'm proud of, but this is the best of all of them, I think:

She used to dream more often - still does, occasionally - of drowning. The icy shock of the water closing in around her, the searing pain of her lungs about to burst… Rarely, if ever, did the nightmare kick off with any real context, beyond the occasional sensation of free-fall. Strange, perhaps, that she never heard Scorpius-John’s voice ringing out, or felt the tug of the seatbelt around her middle forecasting certain doom. It simply started with the water. Sometimes, Zhaan’s voice echoed around her, but never any words. Just the water, always the water, and the abominable shock of being called back from beyond and remade.

John’s chest vibrates slightly as he starts humming, very lightly rocking the three of them back and forth. There was a time she could not have imagined this as a comfort, touch and sound and closeness. It is difficult, sometimes, to remember a time before she and John took turns lending each other strength. She’s glad of it, that such a thing has become routine, though she wonders at the change.

She hears the sound of Deke taking a sharp breath in through his nose, maybe doing a little dreaming himself, and she feels a smile start to form on her face. She was reborn in water once again, wasn’t she, far more recently? She made a promise she’s determined to keep as she brought a whole new person into this sometimes bitter, often wondrous world. In that pool, she was no longer Officer Aeryn Sun, Special Peacekeeper Commando, Icarion Company, Pleisar Regiment - not that she had been, for a long time, really. Her husband cut the cord and gazed at their son, then her, with such unadulterated awe, and she held this brand-new being to her chest and she was Aeryn Sun-Crichton, ever the warrior, now also wife and mother. 

Love, she thinks, must be an endless remaking. A constant cycle of being ruined and recreated. She is not who she was all those cycles ago, an as-yet-uncontaminated Peacekeeper with few aspirations beyond piloting a Prowler. She is not who she was just one cycle ago, before she knew of her child’s existence. One cycle from now, ten, a hundred, who knows who she’ll be? 

“I love you,” she mumbles into John’s shirt, because it needs to be said, a truth so solid that it cannot be taken from her, one that has reshaped everything she knows.

(from An Endless Remaking)

[coraniaid]

"Officer Aeryn Sun, Special Peacekeeper Commando, Icarion Company, Pleisar Regiment. Have you come to reassign me?"

Farscape + the rebirth of Aeryn Sun

[rosesandmary]

A Step Into Demise (an old oc fic)

Cameron never considered himself a religious person. He didn’t believe in magic after-death either, despite living in Rowger all his life and spending time in the Caverns of Clyia.

Whenever he did listen to stories about the magic that ‘possessed’ a body after death, they were mostly from village elders. As a child, he was always taught to take their so-called ‘warnings’ with a grain of salt. His mother was superstitious like that.

Whatever he expected after death, it certainly wasn’t a field full of lavender. The feeling was familiar on his fingertips as he waded his way through. He picked lavender before. The smell was strong in his mind. It was one of nostalgia. He didn’t remember much of his time in the Rowger before he left. It was mundane life.

There was one thing that he didn’t know what to do with. Just a good distance away was a house. It was dark and wooden, but it was… normal. A feeling of recognition lingered in his mind. He knew he’d seen that house before, he just wasn’t sure where.

Hesitantly, he took another step towards it. It drew him in with a welcoming aura.

Step after step, Cameron found his way to the door. The scent of lavender only grew stronger as he approached the wooden cabin. From the inside, he could hear voices cheerfully conversing and the crackle of a fire.

Why would you need a fire? Cameron thought. With the sun bearing down on his back, he couldn’t fathom a need for any more heat.

It made him pause when he went to knock. If there were people inside, it would be rude to disturb them from their evening… morning? Whatever. It would just be rude to barge in.

On the other hand, there must have been a reason for them to be here in his afterlife. What was that one theatre principal Honey taught him about? Something about a gun. He couldn’t remember.

Conveniently, Cameron also didn’t care.

He raised his fist to the door and gave it three firm knocks.

The voices went silent, and he felt his anxiety grow.

He stepped back from a door, deciding that it would be better if he just went back to wandering the field of lavender, but the sound of the door actually opening stopped him. Easing back around to face the person, he began his long winded apology.

“Sorry for disturbing you. I don’t think we were meant to meet. I’ll be going now, don’t worry. Just give me enough time and I’ll be gone from your memory,” He knew his antennae were twitching rapidly with anxiety as he spoke. It was a habit he developed when he was younger.

As soon as he finished, he was ready to turn around and leave quickly. The person who opened the door grabbed his arm tightly. Immediately, his first reaction was to yank away, but their grip only got tighter. “Cam! Look at me!” They shouted.

Hold on.

Cameron knew that voice.

But… he buried her. He watched her take her last breath! There was no way she was standing there… in his afterlife. Yet her she stood in front of him, her eyes glistening with tears and a soft smile on her face. “El?” He asked, unsure of whether or not that was a question, a statement, or both.

She grinned at him, with the same teeth in the front of her mouth that were bigger than the rest. Her warm yellow eyes crinkled softly when he finally relaxed in her grip. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out,” She said.

Another figure appeared behind Elnora, he didn’t recognize them. Not entirely. He partially recalled seeing them around Elnora’s office a couple of times when he came to pick her up for an outing. They blinked, “Elnora, who is that?”

The girl turned back on one of her hooves and looked to the elf. They were dressed in Mountainer clothes, but they seemed to lack the thick robes the elves normally wore. Cameron couldn’t blame them. The warmth seeping out of the home made his skin prickle. He didn’t do well in high temperatures, which is why his flower stall was always well shaded.

Elnora gestured to him, “This is Cam. I’m sure you remember him, Aeryn. He would sometimes come by after our appointments together.” She explained quickly, like she was introducing two good friends to each other.

Frankly, she probably was.

Cameron was sure there was something illegal about becoming friends with your clients, but if there was, he didn’t say anything about it. It didn’t matter now, they were dead.

Sometimes, that still hurt to say.

“Pleasure to meet you, Cameron,” Aeryn? Was it? Said from the front hallway.

Ah. He forgot they spoke fancy up in the mountains. “The feeling is mutual,” he greeted in return. Elnora snickered, elbowing him in the gut. He gave her a harsh glare in return. This only made her laugh more. He sighed. Sometimes, the best thing you could do with Elnora was ignore her. Even when she kept laughing at something that he didn’t think was all that funny.

“Why are you standing at the door? The kettles gone off!” A third figure approaches the door. Aeryn looks behind their shoulder, “Syb, come here. This is Cam. El’s good friend from the Rowger.”

“Oh! The one who supplied us with all the flowers?” Yet a third figure took up the doorframe, pushing their way past Aeryn and Elnora. They were much shorter, a bit stockier too, but they didn’t seem any less fashionable than the others. They wore the same Mountainer’s clothing Aeryn did, but thicker and more robe-like.

“May the Gods bless you, dear friend.” Sticking their hand out towards Cameron, they grinned like they hadn’t ever bared the sadness or pain of death. “My name’s Sybil,” She said enthusiastically as she shook Cameron’s hand with an energy and gusto that left him tired.

Elnora pushed Sybil and Aeryn back with a hand. “Guys, don’t overwhelm him.” She smiled softly, looking up to him with kind eyes that he remembered only being tired for the last years of his life. “It’s…. so nice to see you again. I wish it had been under any different circumstance.”

“What do you mean?” Cameron raised an eyebrow, he tilted his head to the side. Elnora smiled at the subtle movement, and Cameron decided he would decode that later. For now, something clicked about her words. “Ah. Right. I’ve… died.” He awkwardly dropped his hands to his side.

Elnora snickered, “Sorry. I shouldn’t be laughing. You’re right though. This is… well… we don’t know what this really is. We’ve been calling Whatever Came Next for a while now.” She said, awkwardly looking to the other two.

“We… didn’t expect you to be here so soon.” She muttered, clenching her fists and wiping what he presumed to be tears away from her eyes. “I was hoping that you’d never show up because you were safe, but also I was pleading with the Gods for any form of closure.”

Cameron stepped forward, taking one of Elnora’s hands in his. “We evacuated correctly. All according to the plans you gave me. We got out. That’s all that matters now. We met up with some other groups and eventually found newer lands.”

He pulled her in for a tight hug, and she didn’t resist. “Our works weren’t for nothing. We did what we could. It’s behind us now.”

Elnora buried her head into Cameron’s shoulder. He felt himself crying too. He didn’t care. There was no reason to. No cares to be had for past burdens or pains.

They left those behind. Cameron shed his worries the moment he opened his eyes in the lilac field. He didn’t have to care about the evacuee groups arriving in their small settlement, or taking tally of who had lived and who died in the End of Days. Not anymore.

“Listen… uh… We’ve got tea… inside. If you’d like a cup. I was never good at brewing it, but I picked up a couple of things from your shop. You’re the flower expert though, I’ll let you judge. If you’d like that is.” Elnora said, stepping away from the tight embrace. She didn’t let go of his hands though.

Cameron took a moment to rub his cheeks on the sleeve of his sweater. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He said, absentmindedly swaying back on forth on his feet.

“I can’t guarantee the water will be warm anymore! I had to turn off the kettle when you called me over. Burning water is real, and I’m not taking that risk!” Sybil exclaimed, pulling Aeryn back inside. She continued talking even when Cameron and Elnora lingered behind.

“They’re… full of energy.” Cameron noted, stepping into the doorway of the home beside Elnora. He took a moment to trace his fingers on the doorway with one hand, the other still tightly grasping onto Elnora’s.

“I wish you could’ve met them when we were still alive. Aeryn used to talk a lot more.” Elnora sighed, looking away from Cameron.

“Death is a ruthless thing like that. Either way, it doesn’t matter now. I’d get to know you all over again if that’s what it took for us to be here.” He smiled, and Elnora sniffled.

Punching his shoulder softly, she started forward through the home. “C’mon you sap. I’m actually almost worried that they might burn the water without our supervision.”

[karasbroken]

You never know what you'll find when you go looking for other things. I was trying to find Yal Henta/Aeryn Sun fanfic (if anyone has links to anything like that, hook me up!) and instead I ran across this story from a few years ago that's a "Peacekeeper John"-style AU.

If you're not familiar, there's a specific genre of Farscape fanfiction that explores how we might end up at the scene in Unrealized Realities, where we see John as clearly having joined the Peacekeepers. These often involve an almost immediate canon-divergence, with John not meeting Aeryn on Moya, or Moya otherwise not getting away, and John becoming a Tech on Crais's command carrier. This particular AU is popular with Gilina-shippers, but by no means exclusive to them.

The most famous of this genre that I know of is Unrealized Peacekeeper, 175k words of epic re-writing of the series by OneEye_the_DRD. I recommend that too, if you've never run across it, but I figure most people have, if they read Farscape fanfiction at all.

This is a smaller work, very snackable, and tons of fun. Braca rather than Aeryn is the PK who ends up on Moya. Henta's ship was hit by the Farscape module (but she survives) and John almost immediately meets and is taken into willing sexual service by Aeryn. (That sounds kinkier than it is, but I think what I enjoy the most about this story is the insights it gave me into Peacekeeper sexual relationships and dynamics. It's really very straightforward but... Charming?)

Of course, you know me right? It has an angsty ending. Believable and it has me looking for more. Heck, if my writing plate wasn't full, I'd be tempted to write my version of this scenario. But it's still satisfying, and well worth the click.

Rating: Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: John Crichton/Aeryn Sun, Alternate Universe, Action & Romance, Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhappy Ending

Words: 6,286 | Chapters:4/4

The only warning he had was the sound of a couple of steps approaching swiftly behind him. Then, as the footsteps reached him, he found himself being spun and shoved roughly against the wall. Was he about to get hazed as the New Boy?

John’s eyes focussed on the angry features of Officer Aeryn Sun. Shit, he hadn’t been expecting a girl. Damn she was strong! He’d never been hazed by a girl before.

John was bracing himself for some sort of violent blow, presumably as revenge extracted on behalf of her friend, Henta, when to his shock and surprise, the grim-faced Aeryn Sun leant in and kissed him roughly on the lips....

As always, don't forget to leave a kudo or comment for the author! They have a rich Farscape oevre (over 80 stories on AO3!) so there's plenty to explore if you like the cut of their jib.

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#5

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Farscape Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Crichton & Aeryn Sun, John Crichton/Aeryn Sun Characters: John Crichton, Aeryn Sun Additional Tags: Angst, but like... the melancholy kind, not the big dramatic kind, Friendship, Pining, Episode: s04e13 Terra Firma, John and Aeryn are frustrated and sad, but hopeful?, yeah hopeful, Hurt/Comfort, of a sort Summary:

John and Aeryn talk about the weather - and maybe more - late at night during Terra Firma.

I feel kind of silly -- this has been on AO3 for nearly nine months -- but whatever! I don't think I ever shared it here and I like it more and more with time, so here we are.

7 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#4

Shit fucking damn. My roommate's at-home rapid test was negative yesterday, and I had a negative pcr. But today she has a sore throat and a positive at-home. I'm currently in the office (symptom free and wearing a KN95) and we're trying to figure out how to go forward and I'm just a ball of anxiety. We literally haven't been in the same room as each other since Monday evening, and she's been wearing a mask when in the kitchen and stuff, but fuuuccckkk.

8 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#3

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10 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#2

Okay, I watched the first three episodes of Andor tonight and my review so far is that the world feels very lived in, which is not always the case in The Skywalker Family Tragedy. I like it.

15 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“Observation” by Dorothy Parker

40 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

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[whatdoyoumeanitsnotawesome]

@cuetheviolins that is Aeryn Sun, former Peacekeeper officer, played by Claudia Black. just wait until you hear her voice OMG

[girlsofcomics]

Aeryn Sun

-Real name: Aeryn Sun

-A.k.a.: Officer Aeryn Sun, Aeryn Sun-Crichton

-Publisher: Boom! Studios

-Type: Alien

-Afilliations:Moya´s Crew, Peacekeepers

-Powers: Marksmanship, super sight, unarmed combat, weapon master.