Non Compose Mentis part II
Prelude to Then Again

Summary:
It's a quarter of a cycle or so since Non Compose Mentis when the Karrvok clones of John and Chiana (EatMe) escaped their "rescue" by the Nebari by running off with their host vessel. This John and Chiana are both loosing their minds if they haven't already and are just kinda taking a trip down the wild side.

They have kept the Nebari Chaelsmond with them.
 
by
ChianaGray
1/29/03
 
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Sex Pistols
Blister in the Sun

When I'm out walking I strut my stuff
yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
let me go on like I blister in the sun
let me go on big hands I know your the one
body and beats I stain my sheets
I don't even know why
my girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
let me go on like I blister in the sun
let me go on big hands I know your the one...

 
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Chaelsmond slipped on the gray coat of her Nebari uniform as she stepped into the corridor. She picked up a two foot long pipe off of the floor, cutting her black eyes from one end of the hall to the other before she took another step.

She crept along quietly, her short, ash white hair nearly in her eyes even though it was cut into a much shorter bob than Chiana's ... not that her ashen hair was looking like one lately.

She paused at each corner of the hallways, poking her head out to look down them before moving on again, twisting the pipe in her fingerless gloved hands. When she finally came to the command of the Nebari host vessel she rushed to the helm console, laying the pipe down as she began to quickly configure several controls. She heard something drop behind her.

She swung around, holding the pipe up like a baseball bat ready to swing when her eyes widened on Crichton. He was wearing a gray sleeveless tunic over a long sleeved, dark brown shirt. The shirt hung down to his knees, wearing pants of the same - and Peacekeeper issue boots. The Nebari clothes on board couldn't fit him but somehow he had acquired some Banik's old clothes.

"Hey Chey," John waved, looking over the metal plate he had with a large sucker fish-like creature laid on top of it, raising steam. He raised an eyebrow as he looked to her again, setting the fish on the strategic command table as he sat. "Aren't you supposed to be in your quarters?"

"The temperature was dropping again," she explained quietly as she made a face at the fish. "That's a stasis bruen leech ... Crichton, you can't mean to eat that. It restores organs and flesh of the seriously wounded."

"Wha," John blinked as he stuck a fork into the fish. "It keeps the blood from coagulating? I heard about that before, nasty stuff."

"John," Chaelsmond lowered her head as she let the pipe rest to her side. "You need supplies ... you - need to get rid of this ship."

She eyed him as she turned the back of her hand to her face and wiped at a small bruise to the corner of her mouth where her lip was cut. She dared a little closer to him. "You can sell it for another one and stock up ..."

"Ah, ah-ah-ah!" John smirked as he waggled the fork at her. "You just want to get off the first chance you get so you can call Nebari Prime."

Chaelsmond's sharp brows creased, her lips tensing as she slammed the pipe down on the table in front of him. She looked wild eyed into his own. "I'm - Nebari - Crichton. Where do you expect me to frelling go! I think I've been prisoner here long enough. They can excuse keeping me prisoner for a quarter cycle, even stealing a Nebari host vessel ... I'll give you time to escape a pursuit!"

John snorted as he jabbed the fork into the fish and pulled out a chunk of it. He eyed the piece of steaming meat on his fork, sniffing it cautiously.

"She's right John," Harvey interjected as he sat on top of the table to the other side of Crichton. "You've got to get rid of this ship. They'll find us on it in only a matter of time - and, I don't savor the idea of you resorting to eating that either. Is it poisonous?"

"Like puffer fish?" John asked as he leaned back to give the fish a quizzical look.

"Damn you!" Chaelsmond growled as she swung the pipe, knocking John across the side of the head. She jumped over him where he fell and began to run.

 
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Chaelsmond skidded into the transport hangar, coming to a stop with the pipe raised as she glanced over her surroundings, trying to catch her breath. There were three pods lined together in the hanger, all of them useless. Two of them John and Chiana had sabotaged but John had hidden some of the drive components to the third one from her. If she could find those she could get away.

She side stepped when she saw movement within the shadows between pods. Chiana's chuckle echoed through the hanger as she stalked into view.

Chey sniffed as she steadied the pipe in her hands, drawing into a stance as Chiana crept around her in a half crouch, disappearing into a pile of crates.

"Where you going?" Chiana's voice asked darkly. "Missaaay!"

"We have to go to a commerce planet," she stated as she turned sharply to a shuffling sound. "You've got to get rid of this ship."

Chiana's hand came into view as she rested her fingers on the corner of a crate. She was crouched low to the floor as her face and bare knee jutting from the worn hole in her pants appeared from the darkness. She smiled as her head swayed, glaring up at Chey from the strands of her wild thrash of stringing hair. Her gray Nebari coat was badly torn away at the seem of her left shoulder. The right sleeve had been slashed and hung like a torn rag off the back of the elbow. Most of the skirt of her coat was dirty and frayed with another slash to it going down the right leg.

Chiana cried out as she lunged for her. Chey swung the pipe, catching her in the forearm as she threw it up to block. She toppled Chey over, straddling her as she struggled for her hands. She gripped her wrists, shoving Chaelsmond's hands down at the sides of her face.

"I think you were trying to escape," Chiana whispered as she followed Chey's face with her own, her lips almost close enough to touch hers as she tried to turn it away. "Contact Nebari Prime, give us a good mind frell. Is that - ohhhhh, but you aren't being very nice yourself Chey. Wait'll I tell em - wait'll I tell em that. All your cooped up violence getting out ..."

Chiana sat up on top of her, chuckling again as she slung the pipe away. She tilted her head, her gaze drawing distant on Chey's chest as she drew her hand up it. She slipped open the first three buttons of it, her breath coming out uneasily from her parting lips as she slid her hand between Chey's coat and tank top to the fullness of her breast. "Youuuuh - you don't have to run."

"You don't either," Chey stated as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. "Our people can help you - you don't have to be like this ..."

Chiana awed at her as she brushed her thumb beneath her moist eye. She tilted her head as she tried to smile again, gazing into Chey's eyes. "Sounds like someone's still mind cleansed."

"No!"

Chiana cackled her laugh as she sat up on her again. She grabbed her by the wrist as she forced her to turn over. She slapped her hands into a pair of cuffs behind her back and scooted down her, grabbing her ankles as she began to drag her out of the hangar.

Chey struggled to turn over on her back and kick free as Chiana pulled her into the corridors.

Chiana came to a halt, jerking her head up as John turned the corner and came up in front of her. He glared at her for a moment and then moved to get past her. Chiana slipped into his way. He turned to move around the other side of her. She leaned, stepping her foot out as she turned her ear to her shoulder, beaming her smile. "Well hey Johnny Forkless!"

John knocked her out of his way and grabbed Chey. He hoisted her up and shoved her against the wall, pressing against her.

"Hey!" Chiana shouted as she grabbed John by his arm, wrenching her face as she tried to jerk him away. "Leave her alone!"

"She hit me!"

Chiana snarled at him as she balled up her fist and struck him as hard as she could across the jaw. John's head swung to one side. He clenched his jaw as he slowly blinked his eyes. "Chiana ..."

Chiana kicked him in the side of his knee as she threw her arms up, sending him down on the knee as he shouted. He threw his arm out, hitting her across the side of her head, sending her reeling against the wall. He lunged at her, grabbing her as he shoved her against the wall again. "Chiana!"

He snatched her by her chin, forcing her to look at him as he tocked his head to one side. "We're on our way to a commerce planet. You wanna stop playing around and tie her up while we sell this thing and get something to eat?"

He bit his lip, wincing his eyes at her as he waited for her reply.

"I was on my way to do that," she gaped at him with a sway of her head as she flexed her fingers in his vice grip on them, crossed against her chest.

John turned his attention to Chey as she began to try to slip away. He grabbed her by the cuffs and forced her to her knees.

"Why don't we tie her up in the transport?" Chiana asked as she came around Chey, half crouching behind her as she splayed her arms. She smiled up at John from the side of Chey's hair, her eyes settling on him from beneath her brows as she slipped to her knees, pressing them against Chey's sides. "So she doesn't get away."

John trailed his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue as a slow smile wryly crossed his face. "I like that idea."

 
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Chiana shoved Chey into the transports containment cell, following after her. She eased up behind her, resting her head on Chey's shoulder as she began to unbutton her uniform coat.

"This your idea of perfect order in the universe?" Chiana asked as she pulled the coat away, letting it hang off of Chey's cuffs. "Put your own people in a cell like this to take them back just to frell their brains?"

Chey closed her eyes as Chiana's warm breath came down her shoulder.

"What do you think they're going to do with you if you ever get back?" Chiana asked.

Chey didn't answer as she turned to her with her head lowered. She looked to Chiana's eyes, gazing into them as she followed her down to their knees. She leaned closer to Chiana, touching her lips with hers, kissing her gently. Chiana returned the kiss more deeply as her hand slid up Chey's torso beneath her tank top, caressing her warm, soft skin until she came to her breast, cupping it.

The transport rumbled around them as Chiana caressed her breast, searching Chey's tongue with her own as her other hand came to her stomach in search of loosening her pants.

"This is your captain reporting, we are now in space," John's voice piped up through the ships comm. "Please fasten your seat belts and thank you for flying the Nebari Prime transport pod deluxe. It's for the Greater Good!"

Chiana let out her breath sharply as she drew back, lowering her head with her ear close to her shoulder as she shuddered in her deep breathing.

Chey kissed her neck, sucking on it softly as she worked her way up to just below Chiana's ear. Chiana drew her to laying on the floor and unbound her hands long enough to cuff them to a pipe that shot from the floor into the ceiling. She pulled Chey's pants away, taking off her own coat. Chey closed her eyes again as Chiana's lips came warmly around her breast, her hand cupping and massaging the other one as she suckled and teased.

Chiana curved her back as she drew her parted lips down Chey's torso. She brushed them across her pubic hairs, her hands slowly sliding down her body, across her thighs. She breathed over her woumb as she slid her hands back up her thighs again on the inside of them, her thumbs gracing up to the sides of her woumb. Chiana lowered her lips closer, the tip of her tongue touching Chey's clitoris, pressing it as she massaged with her thumbs. Chey let out a deep sigh verging into a moan, the sound sent tendrils of pleasure sweeping deeply through Chiana. She brushed her hands up her thighs again, raising her legs as she tilted her head enough to trace her tongue down the inside of her woumb. She began to taste her warmth, deepening the searches of her tongue as she slid her first two fingers into her. Chey's groans brought her into a point of ecstasy again. She reached through her pants, massaging herself earnestly as she pushed into Chey again, her lips and tongue searching her, gently sucking.

 
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John stepped out of the transport and onto the platform of the trade station they had found. None of the others wandering around the platform and the parked ships seemed alarmed that a Nebari ship had landed in their midst.

He motioned to the open hatch. Chiana peered out, crouching on the steps as she glanced around. "You sure it's such a good idea to - we don't have any weapons."

"That's because Chaelsmond dumped them out an airlock," John motioned to her impatiently. "Let's go Cheetah!"

Chiana came to his side, swaying her head as she glanced the place over. She followed with him out into the main arena. The place kind of reminded John of a giant mall only it was an inner city equipped with glider ships for transport. Flat crates loaded with cargo floated behind their "shoppers" as well as a few Banik slaves did. There didn't look to be any kind of monitoring or security.

John shook his head, his hand raising to his face as he staggered in his step. Chiana whirled around to him, her elbow flying back as her eyes sparked with fear. He grabbed her shoulder as he moved closer to her. "Do you realize who this is?"

"Harvey," Chiana narrowed her eyes, tilting her head. "Why are you bothering me right now? I'm feeling fine - until you showed up."

"I'm sure you're feeling excellent," he sneered as he pulled her closer to him as she tried to back up. "I cannot trust Crichton to find a ship reliable enough to traverse into the uncharted territories."

"We're close enough to them," Chiana shrugged. "Wha - I mean, that's where Moya is."

"My point exactly," he bared his teeth as he glared at her. "I want you to help me get us to Moya ... before you both have fallen apart so completely - the Nebari have you anyway."

Chiana blinked as she stared off from his shoulder. "M-m-moya, right. Sure."

"Head Crichton off on that task, Chiana," he sighed as he gently pushed her away from him. "Find a ship. I'll get us started on the supplies."

Chiana scrambled through the crowds, slipping around them with ease until she came to the face of a large hangar. She stood up straight, tosseling her head at it before turning to march inside.

"Hold on a microt there," A man stepped in front of her, eyeing her over with a doubtful scowl on his face. "You can't sleep in here."

Chiana licked her lips, shifting her hips as she returned the eyeing over. "Well ah, I'm not sleepy anyway."

"Then you can't beg here," he raised an eyebrow as he took her by her shoulders and walked her backwards out of the hangar. Chiana tocked her head, hissing as she batted his hands off of her.

"I wanna - wanna buy a ship," she stated as she looked to him wild eyed. "You can sell me one ..."

She smiled darkly as she put her finger into his chest and twisted it. "I got a vessel you just can't refuse."

"Oh I think I can," he smiled kindly as he took her hand and lowered it off of him. "I tell you what, I'll look at it for you and find you someone willing to take it."

Chiana nodded and then cut her eyes to him from their corners as she shifted uneasily. "You got a pod? Mines - ah, occupied right now."

"Sure it is," he smiled. "We can go in my tow ship. If there's anything there, I'll take it to my yard for you."

"Hey!" Chiana snarled as she glared up at him, swaying at her hips as she poked him in his chest, the flap of her torn sleeve flew up around her arm. "Nothing funny! Got it? I'm looking for a ship that - that'll take me to the uncharteds without a problem."

"Let's go see this ship," he nodded slightly as he motioned her into the hangar.

 
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Chaelsmond sat up as John entered her cell. She stood, not looking to him as he came to her and uncuffed her from the pipe.

"Gotta help me unload our supplies," he muttered as he took her by her waist and moved out with her. "I stuffed the transport with as much as I could - do you like chocolate? Man, they didn't have any! BUT!"

He smiled as he turned, stepping backwards as he raised his finger to her. "I got lotsa something called jemun, it's not chocolate okay - okay, but it does taste like starburst. Check it out ..."

John whirled back around and leaped out of the pod into the docking bay of their new ship. "Yo Chi!" He shouted to her as he saw her scramble up into the transports cargo hold hatch. "Chey's gonna help us, did you pull out the box of jarred pickles already?"

"What jarred peekoes?" Chiana asked as she stuck her head back out.

Chey stepped out, gazing over the ships docking bay. Most of it seemed in good condition but there were large black blasts against the walls from many pod departures. In large places panels were open, wires and tubing hanging out in an appearance they had been dug into for salvage parts. The capsule John and Chiana were pulling out fell, its three containment hatches flying open. Chey turned her gaze to it, her lips parting into a dumbfounded expression at the contents. It was literally stuffed with glass tubes of preserved, dark green things she recognized as Jolaran beast tongues.

She flared her nostrils, snarling her upper lip in disgust as she stepped closer. She stared down at it, lifting her eyes up to John and Chiana as they came out with a crate.

"Did you check the command?" She asked to John. "To be sure this ship is powered up and capable of leaving."

"Yep!" John threw out his pointing finger, swinging it at Chiana as he turned to wander off. "Time to get this bad puppy on the go!"

Chey watched him until he was out of sight and down some corridor. She sucked in her breath, trembling slightly as she made her way over to Chiana, trying to seem casual. She rested her hands on a crate, pausing from picking it up to load it into the bay as she watched Chiana tote something else out.

Chiana stepped back inside, looking around herself until she crouched squat in front of a large capsule and grabbed its handles. "Chey, give me a hand with this one."

Chey walked up behind her slowly, feeling like her heart was about to pound through her skull as she pulled the cuffs out of her pocket. She bent over Chiana, snapping one of her wrists into it. She quickly linked it through the capsules handle and snatched her other hand up, slapping the cuff on it. She leaped back as Chiana struggled, kicking at the capsule.

Chey gasped to herself as she ran for the pods bubble shaped helm. She flew through the powering sequence on the helm grid, feeling almost exhilarated as the pod began to power up. She ran her hand over the drive to get it to lift. The pod refused and began to power down again.

"Dren!" Chey shouted as she slammed the ball of her fist over the helm. She tried the sequence again. This time the pod refused to power up at all. She screamed as she slammed both fists into the helm, beating the top of it until several panels cracked open.

She swung herself around, returning to Chiana. Chiana tocked her head, chuckling as she straddled the capsule she was bound to. She cut her eyes over to Chey beneath her brow darkly. "What's the matter little tralk, you about to crack? You're not getting off this ship that easy."

Chey growled as she rushed up to Chiana and punched her across the face. Chiana's head turned with the swing. She curved it back slowly, staring into Chey from the corners of her eyes as she let out her breath almost like a hiss. Chey back handed her, sending her head swinging the other way.

Chiana could taste her own blood in her mouth. She turned her gaze on Chey again as blood teared from her nose, hunching her shoulders as tears threatened her eyes. She tocked her head, trying to smile as the tears welled and fell down her face. "You can't ever go back Chaelsmond. You're - not - not humble - enough ... for Nebari Prime. You can't help it, I - I can tell ... What'd you do, volunteer so they wouldn't use you another way? Hiding, just like I ran ... hiding behind that uniform."

Chey wrenched her face, dropping to her knees. She sobbed as she threw her fists up to her face and buried it in them.