It had taken some time, and alot of patience but Kriem had just about finished her first plush companion.

As a sort of nostalgia for the plan she had spent years of her life preparing for she had decided to make a Mad Bear just like she had used at home. The oddly creepy looking bear had empty dead eyes like a fish and a goopy sort of grin. An alternative to the standard cuddly bear that most would know.

Finishing up the final stitch on his ear she cut the thread. It was just about perfect.

"You will be the first of many." She promised reaching up and plucking out a strand of her hair. It began to glow orange and shifted from hair to a long sharp needle.

Sliding the needle into the madbear it took on the same glow for a moment and then stretched out like a yawn.

With a sly smile Kriem helped her creation to it's feet and it wobbled over to the water pitcher picking it up and pouring her a refill.

"Perfect." She adjusted her glasses and let out a sigh of accomplishment. She let her eyes wander around the bar, perhaps it was time for a real drink. Then she could begin plotting her next project.

So the name of the game today is – wait for it – Find Your Fire Exits Boys and Girls, and if Aeryn comes at him, John Crichton’s determined to be able to point her toward any ships for a fast getaway. Prove to her that things his way don’t always screw up. That he can do this without her hovering like some gun-toting babysitter.

A cycle ago it wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. These days it’s different.

He knows better.

The hanger he eventually stumbles upon is insanely huge. Like “huge” as in “he has a hard time processing it in one go” huge. It’s so big that he gets slightly dizzy just looking at the sheer size of it and John has to take a moment to really adjust and get down to business, swallowing and moving on. A lot of the ships he sees so far look so big that he imagines they probably can’t pilot it with a two man crew. So. Basically they need something smaller, and when he spots what looks like robot animals, John ducks his head and hurries past, not willing to put up with that growing question of if it’s one of those things he’s also getting flashes of. Like maybe that robot dragon isn’t there in reality. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe he’s cracking up.

It takes awhile and a glimpse of shuttle white that makes his heart flutter in his chest. He jogs without realizing it. John rounds the corner and there it is, the second most beautiful thing he’s seen recently aside from Aeryn Sun. His module. Good Ol’ Reliable.

John walks around Farscape One, ducking his head under one of the folded wings as he checks the ship out. It might not be top of the line out here. Maybe it’s equal to throwing rocks at someone with a pulse rifle. Doesn’t matter. It’s a little piece of Earth and she’s been through everything with him, no matter how much she’s cobbled together now with space duct tape. John runs a hand over that faded American flag, lost in thought.

Ankh's first concern was gathering information about this place; the hawk candroid was already flying around where it would and he'd follow it to anything useful later. His next concern then, was returning to the pod caverns. It would be easier to do after all the new crew members had settled, and so he had to wait, no matter how pissed off it made him.

Still, now he got the chance to return. The air was still horrible; he still felt like he was going to choke or explode and he still didn't know why he was so bothered by it, he had spent a year in a human body already, damnit! And that just made him angrier which made him more frustrated which just reminded him how frikkin' hot in here it was. Wearing the damn suit sure didn't help. Nevermind, he'd be sick about it later.

Right now, Ankh was perched on the spiral walkway, staring down at the cavern of pods. He seemed to be staring off into space, but he was actually just concentrating very hard; he had set to work who knows how long ago, using his Hawk vision to scan the pods for any sign of a certain handful of individuals.

They had to be here. There's no way he and that stupid cat'd be around and they wouldn't. They were too dumb to get themselves killed just like that. Not like that.

Yet there was no sign of them. Was his Hawk vision failing him? It never had before. Everything was red, but there was....static. He was used to seeing static, but not with Hawk vision, and not like that. And he certainly shouldn't have had Greeed vision right now.

This was ridiculous. His Greeed arm had long since encased the human arm out of mounting frustration, and he was tightening his fist so hard that he probably would've bruised something by now if it wasn't for the arm. He gave a yell; Nothing. Ankh turned away from the pods and violently whipped his arm forward to point and shoot a blaze of fire at the ground. He didn't care if this place was alive, or if he'd get in trouble, he had been searching for hours and come up dry.

And after his minor fit he was just standing there, breathing heavily, glaring at nothing in particular, and remembering how sick this stupid ship made him.

Another podpop meant another round of simulations to see what the new potentials could do. At 1500 hours, the squadrons were just finishing up their sortie and combat exercises - the inside of the Sensorium showed the Quarter's main hangar, with the pilots coming down the landing ramp to store their craft.

"Company dismissed!" Trudy said, her voice carrying over the comms and the hangar with just enough volume to make herself heard. "Clear out and make way for the recruits - you're welcome to stay if you don't have other duties, but no heckling."

Trudy was in her duty uniform, the green bomber jacket with its General's stripes and Rogue Squadron's patch on the sleeve. She turned to face the 'door' of the Sensorium, which in the simulation just led further into the starcraft carrier itself, and stood at parade rest. If the new recruits were worth anything, they should be there any minute.

"Thank you all for coming. The GIA has been good to us to send a team of delegates. You must be all tired from your trip so please, rest up. Our medical team will provide you all with assistance to treat the plague with your advanced medicine." said the King, bowing to the newcomers.

"For the time being, please wander around the town, but be sure not to stray to the outside. We'll begin medical treatment as soon as possible."

It was an old city, Circle-Xine on the Planet of Koar. Standing there astride an oasis and a desert, it housed a formidable amount of defence, but the same went for the people within who were tough, hardy, but suffering from a special plague. It was a petrification plague, and it was making their people sick, slowly turning the people to stone.

Trans9 had been contacted by the GIA, in order to establish a foothold there, by offering medical supplies, and a team of six had been deployed from the Calnus, and landed outside the city.

It was here Reimi turned to the others. "All right everyone, we'll begin helping the medical relief within two hours. Until then, familiarize yourself with the layout of the town, or rest up. We'll begin after we've settled in."

"Stay in twos as well. I'll be here to coordinate efforts and be bringing the medical supplies from the Calnus."

(ooc: feel free to make your own subthreads and thread amidst yourselves for great CR!)