"Hey," Crichton smiled as he poked her with the fork he still held. "I've forken had it man!"

"We need clothes," she sighed tiredly as she touched his face.

"Yeah," he nodded as he rolled his eyes back and then closed them.

"We need showers," she winced her eyes as she took the fork and planted its butt end into the center of his chest.

"Yep!" He grunted. "You are so - soooo corect-amundo, and I'm pretty hungry. I bet we'll fit in a night club. You wanna, practice some of those snurching arts?"

"Oh yeah sure," she nodded at him as she narrowed her eyes. "I'll find someone just your size in digs that show off your sexy ass and lead them into the alley and you can fork them to death with this."

"Sounds good."

"Crichton ... we're orange!" she exasperated as she punched him in the chest with the butt end of the fork.

"Gak!" He coughed as he came up. "Okay okay, so's we just uhhhh - mug some green guys."

"Get off my leg Crichton," she grumbled as she grabbed his leg and lunged it off of her as she tried to stand.

She turned to help him up, pausing as she saw movement out of the corner of her eyes. She turned to it, swallowing lightly as four men came into the alley. The lead of them stepped forward, resting his thumbs into his pulse pistols belt as he eyed her over. "You Setonik's are in my alley."

"We're, uh," Crichton sniffed as he stood. "We're not Setonik's, we're ..."

"Setonik's," The man glared into him as he pulled a small bat from his back and nudged Crichton in the chest with it. "Useless street garbage, get out of here."

"Don't," Crichton bit his lip as he tocked his head. "Push me - Rambo. I don't like that."

"Hey, hey," Chiana smiled as she side stepped into the lead and tilted her head. She drew her finger up his chest as she lifted her eyes up into his. "We're just in a bad fix, somebody rolled us, yeah. Listen, if you could help us, just a shower and some clothes ... I could help you."

Crichton snatched his fork from her hand and flipped it up, glaring coldly into the mans eyes as he pressed the fork into his neck and pushed him back against the wall. "Oh I don't think so. We were just leaving Chiana, right dudes?"

He glanced over at the other three as they began to reach for their weapons. Chiana began to laugh uneasily as she grabbed the leads arm, looking pleadingly into his eyes.

"He - he - he's crazy," she breathed. "Help me, please? I don't know what - what he's gonna do." She licked her lips, narrowing her eyes as she grabbed the leads crotch and squeezed until discomfort brightened in his eyes. "We're pretty desperate. You don't wanna know what we just broke out of. Be a nice guy?"

"I like this outfit," Crichton stated as he reached out and pulled a long strand from the leads jacket.

"You're frelling insane," the lead gaped at them as he pulled the fork away from his neck and stared wildly into Crichton. He back handed Chiana's hold from him. She hissed at him as she drew back at her shoulder. He turned his glare into her as he flared his nostrils. "Follow me."

Chiana gaped at him as he began to leave. She curved her head to Crichton as he stuck the fork end of his weapon to his lips and began to mumble to himself. "Flash! Cloned escapee's run for it and land in a dark alleyway with psychotic, mutant gangsters. Be on the look out for two orange people. Approach with caution. They are forked and dangerous. I repeat, they are forked and dangerous."

"Gha!" Chiana balked at him as she followed behind him. "What is that your secret transmission device now?"

"Multi - functional," Crichton nodded as he turned the fork to her. "My dear Watson. Have you any last words for the sake of orange people everywhere? Oh wait - have you any last words you woulda said previous to your untimely death?"

Chiana sighed heavily as she snatched the fork from him. "How would you like your mivonks served? 'Cause if you frell this up, they're mine."

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"You can shower here," the lead stated as he brought them to an abandoned building, opening the door to a room of showers.

"Oh yeah!" Crichton shouted happily as he bounded in. The lead held his arm out, stopping Chiana as she moved to follow.

"Not you," he said as he looked carefully into her eyes.

"I'm frelling orange!" Chiana snapped with a twist of her head as she boxed at the leads shoulder. She hissed as she narrowed her eyes into him. "What, you afraid I'm gonna see him naked?"

"No," the lead barely smiled as he took her arm and pulled her back into the hall. "I got a better place for you, shower and clothes, that's gonna cost you."

"Oh!" Chiana smiled wryly as she stepped into him, curving her head as she looked up into his eyes. "So ... what do I get to wear?"

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"Ahh!" Crichton groaned as he came out of his shower, landing on top of a tattered mattress in his towel.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

He cut his eyes to a corner of the half empty room, raising his long fork from his side at the image of Scorpius. "Get lost Harvey! It's nap time."

"With the Nebari looking for you?" Harvey asked as he sat down, narrowing his eyes as Cricthon began to dress. "It shouldn't take them long to find you John. Unless of course, you ditched Chiana."

"Forget it," Crichton flared his nostrils as he slipped his boots on. "We're gonna get a transport and carry our happy little asses straight to Moya."

"It certainly sounded like she was willing to leave you behind in the alley, didn't it?" Harvey smiled slightly as he turned his head.

"Don't play that dren with me Harvey!" Crichton barked a laugh as he stood and perried the fork at him. "This might go off."

"I don't think you're listening John," Harvey barely smiled as he stood. "You don't have much chance against the weapons of your new friends with that thing. Of course, if you were to leave now ..."

"Right," Crichton looked to the door. "We need some weapons, big ones ... canons with - giant - missiles ..."

"You're not listening John." Harvey stated as he pointed his finger into the wall. "Leave while they are distracted."

Crichton turned his head slightly, his brow sharpening as he heard a muffled scream that sounded like Chiana. He left the room swiftly, easing his way down the hall until he heard another deeper cry come from one of the rooms. He stepped inside, slipping in behind one of the men they had met in the alley. He eased his first two fingers into the mans back, wrapping his arm around his neck. "Be a pal and hand me your pulse pistol."

The man stiffened, easing out his pulse pistol and raising it to his chest.

"Thank you," Crichton sneered as he planted its barrel end into his head and looked to Chiana as she moaned from the table she was chained to. Crichton fired, his shot grazing close to the leads head and into the wall. "I really hate to spoil all the fun here but we gotta get moving. Chiana, Nebari? Cloning? Moya? These ringing any bells?"

"Yeah," Chiana cut her eyes to him as another man stepped up behind her from the table and fired at Crichton. He shoved the man he was holding at them, firing back as the lead twisted around.

The lead screamed as Crichton's shot slammed into his chest. Crichton ran across the room, firing until his shot sent the other man slamming against the wall. He tried to pull Chiana to him, the table coming with her, barking across the floor sharply. She grunted in the jostle, gaping as the second man turned the table over, trying to crash it into Crichton.

"Now wait a frelling microt!" Chiana shouted as she planted her feet on the floor and kicked back up, setting the table on its four legs again as Crichton came up with her and fired. Chiana cried out, jerking her head to one side as Crichton sprawled on top of her, planting his pulse pistol close to the side of her head as he fired at the two men as they began to rush for the door.

"You okay?" He asked as he looked to her.

"Now we're frelled," she grunted as he sat up and released her. "You just killed somebody."

"So what's new?"

"Oh just that now we're going to have an entire gang chasing after us too?"

Crichton creased his brows, glancing away as he licked his lips. "So ... what's new?"

Chiana dropped her head back as she looked to the ceiling with a heavy sigh. "I'm hungry."

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"Pizza!" Crichton shouted as he jumped into his seat at the table. "Fresh toppings, thick crust! Oh somebody slap me naked!"

"This isn't food from Earp you know," Chiana creased her brows at him and then laughed as he cut the pizza on their table. "What the frell did you cut it like that for?"

"Don't burst the Bat-bubble, Robyn!" Crichton cheered. "This is pizza, pizza I say. Now, you just hold that like this, turn it pointy side to your lips, and mmmm, bite."

"Ohhhh," she chuckled as she leaned closer to him with her slice and bit into its wider edge. "Maybe I like mine pointy last."

"Everybody eats pointy first!" He frowned at her as he turned her slice in her fingers. "Look, it's pizza, humor me."

"If you insist," she shrugged as she glanced around the small recreation center. "I thought we were supposed to have brain damage or something from what that Nebari woman said about me. Shouldn't I be talking to the walls like you or something?"

"Maybe you're better off than she thinks," Crichton shrugged as he wiped the sauce from his chin. "Why jinx it? Look, we got this saying on earth, if you think you're crazy then you can't be, because if you think you're sane you gotta be outa your mind. Besides, she said you need time right? Maybe you just needed the clothes, food and a good frell for your brain cells to connect the dots."

"You could be worse," Chiana laughed as she licked her lips and gazed at him from the corners of her eyes beneath her strands of hair. "Johnny forkless."

"Oh ho ho!" Crichton waggled his brows as he pulled the long fork out of coat and waved it. "Last stop on the menu Pip, we need a ship. How we gonna find that you say? Well let me show you how to weave out the man with those answers using my all purpose fork - o - matic!"

"Would you be serious?" Chiana gawked at him.

"Yes, yes of course," Crichton frowned darkly as he began to point the fork at each patron in the center. "I'll just intensify my fork with some serious mode. Music may be in order here ... Da dum - da dum - da dum - dum, dum, dum, dum, dum!"

Chiana curled her lip as she snatched the end of his fork, twitching her head to one side as she stared into him wild eyed. "I know what's going to drive me farhbot, and I know exactly what I'm going to do about it too. If you don't shut up and start thinking about where we're gonna snurch a ship you'll never see this fork alive again!"

She took a large bite from her pizza, chewing as she watched him point the fork behind her. "Won't be with her, let's go!"

She turned, gasping as she saw Chaelsmond and two Nebari guards with her. Crichton grasped Chiana by her arm, urging her to the entrance on the other side when he was forced to stop cold at several gang members stepping inside from the entrance.

"Oh this could get nasty," John muttered as he backed into the bar with her.

"You're right," Chiana muttered as she snatched a pulse pistol out of the holster of a man next to her and began to fire at the gang.

Crichton turned, firing on the Nebari as the center turned into crowded frenzy. They ducked through the crowd to a back exit, pulse fire blasting into the walls around them. They fired back on the Nebari, trying to squeeze into what little cover they could gain between them and the locked door. Crichton aimed, a Nebari guard screamed as he fell to a shot that came from behind him.

"Hold your fire!" Chaelsmond shouted as she came backing into their hall, firing at the gang members as her second guard fell at her feet. "I said hold your frelling fire!"

Chiana looked to Crichton, their eyes meeting at the same time.

"There'll be more in the alley right?" Crichton asked.

"Ya," Chiana nodded.

"Ladies first?"

"Ya," Chiana smiled as she snatched Chaelsmond by her shoulder, yanking her back as Crichton shot the door open. He grabbed Chaelsmond up, tossing her into the alley ahead of him.

"Well, nobody out here," he commented as he ran out with Chiana and slammed the door behind him.

Chaelsmond stood, gaping at the two of them wild eyed as they ran down the corner of the alley and then came running back with pulse fire following after them. Chiana paused in front of her, taking her pulse weapon out of her hands as she quirked her eyebrows. "Wrong way!"

Chiana laughed as she dashed after Crichton again, Chaelsmond following fast behind their heels as the gang chased them.

"He's making the ten, the twenty!" Cricthon shouted as he dashed down the alleys. "It looks like a touch down!"

He whirled into an abandoned hanger, grabbing Chiana and swinging her in with him as he pressed his back against the wall, waiting for the sounds of the chasing gang. Chaelsmond came racing by, slipping into the hanger further down. Crichton walked to her, narrowing his eyes as he studied her features.

"I'd say you just found yourself all the trouble you could want," Chiana stated as she slipped up in front of Chaelsmond with a curve of her head.

"Come back with me," Chaelsmond spoke quietly. "You're not in any danger from us Chiana."

"Right," Crichton snorted. "Just a clip here, a little cut there and you're all trussed up for the Nebari brain neuter."

Chiana stared at her in a silence, her lips parting as she stepped closer to the first Nebari she had seen since Vola and M'lak. "You want to take me to Nebari Prime. I'm not going home."

"I've heard about you Chiana."

"You heard about me," Chiana smiled as she swayed her head. "Then you know I'm not going back."

"You're Nerries sister," she nodded slightly. "The one who's leading a resistance against Nebari Prime. Or one of her, you've been cloned."

"That's just the kind of information Nebari Prime shouldn't have," Crichton stated as he raised his pulse pistol to her. "Start talking about how useful you could be in our escape."

"Oh I think I have an idea," Chiana cooed as she slid her fingers down the front of Chaelsmond's coat.

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"Your reports!" Ganoth shouted as he slung a chip across his desk at Coratis. "They aren't going to mean anything without Chiana and Crichton back in our custody. For all it concerns me the Establishment can come down here and look for them themselves! Our mission was far more important than this and every time you find something about them it just gets worse and worse! Why don't you stay here and look for them Coratis, while I return with what was at hand before you ..."

"Before I what?" Coratis narrowed his eyes as he slid the chip back at him. "This full well required an investigation and you know that. A Nebari being used for alien experiments, cloning, what if this is some atrocity of the Scarren's?"

"Oh what is worse Coratis," Ganoth snarled as he sat down. "A cloned Nebari or sitting here on a frelling stand by because the Establishment can use that to flush out her brother?"

"You've got to see this much more realistically my Guide," Coratis pursed his lips as he tapped into the table with his index finger. "The precedence this has taken over our mission is a chance opportunity for the Greater Good to finally establish punishment to the resistance as an example to any further ..."

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"Emergency status one" Chiana shouted into comms as she broke open several tubes, tossing them into ducts as they began to billow with smoke. She crawled through several more ducts with Chaelsmond. "Emergency status one, all hands evacuate ship!"

Chiana nodded encouragingly to Chaelsmond as they stepped out into an engineering chamber. "We need an explosion to go with it missay. Wanna be the bang?"

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"Helm," Ganoth nearly growled as he punched comms. "If this is a drill, kindly turn the damn thing off!"

"My guide," Crichton's voice returned smoothly. "This is not a drill, there are fires spreading out from several decks according to my read outs. Our main drive core has become unstable."

A deep boom rocked through the ship. Ganoth stood, glaring into Coratis as he began to leave. "And where will we contain these novelties of yours Coratis? Provided the waste of my man power to get this ship running again finds these two?"

"I will be very sure to convey your grievances to the Establishment my Guide."

"Allow me," Ganoth grimaced as he stepped out into the landing pad with him. "I'm sure your report is going to be very interesting ... I think I'll just make my own to follow it."

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Crichton ran into helm, meeting Chiana as she came inside with Chaelsmond in tow. He swooped Chiana up and swung her around.

"Oh yeah!" He shouted as he slid to the console and began to power the main screen. "Get it up and go babeeeey! I'm outa here!"

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"You cannot protest that this is priority in the service of the Greater Good!" Coratis exasperated as he stepped into Ganoth's path to keep him from leaving the pad. "Your mission is to contain Chiana and that is what we should be spending our every effort on as the Establishment requested, even above the repair of this vessel!"

Ganoth heard the distinct sounds of his vessel powering up. He turned slowly, gaping up at his ship as it began to lift from the pad. A smile nearly crossed his face as he turned, frowning more seriously as he searched Coratis eyes. "Well, it really matters now doesn't it?"

"Where are you going?" Coratis demanded as Ganoth stepped around him and began down the pads steps.

Ganoth raised his brows as he took in is breath with a slight pause. "Raslak ..."