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Time:12:53 pm.
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Friday, September 7th, 2007

Time:11:03 pm.
Mood: grateful.
It was a cool morning; just enough of a snap to the air that it got you out of bed and awake. Of course, Aeryn Sun was already awake. 06:00 every day, it had gotten to be her new schedule. Wash, run, forget, wash some more, back to bed until John got up. That way he never knew she was gone and he couldn't ask her why she insisted on punishing herself that way. Maybe he knew how futile it'd be to ask. She was used to the military life, it was just something they did. Sometimes she did it just for the relief of being able to leave him alone and have him still there when she returned.

She pulled off her boots in a single motion, pressing the heels of them to the wood of the bedside table. He was still there, a comforting presence stretched out on one side of the duvet. She could almost feel the heat radiating from him and despite everything the corner of her mouth started to turn.
| 26 | just a soldier |

Friday, October 6th, 2006

Time:7:45 pm.
Mood: drunk.
What was that song he used to sing? Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, Aeryn thought, couldn't be sure. Memories were all jumbled in her head, the effect of Milliways and far too much alcohol. Well, whatever it was, it seemed very appropriate now.

"Ninety nine bottles of Ras'lak on the Command Carrier." She drawled, stumbling down the hallway. She needed more intoxicant.
| 42 | just a soldier |

Wednesday, September 20th, 2006

subject:This is not for Milliways lalalalalala
Time:11:04 pm.
Mood: frustrated.
The Maintenance Bay. She had known she would find him here. None of them had been able to watch Zhaan for long; pacing relentlessly with that mask clutched to her chest. The mother to them all, the teacher, the priest; she had lost her calm and her centre. Now she could do nothing but insist that they follow the co-ordinates.

It was up to her to make the ship see sense. And Crichton was close enough to Zhaan to convince her - Aeryn believed that. Her bootsteps sounded heavy and false on Moya's floor - the steps of an executioner; come to find some way to cut off Zhaan's hope.
| 37 | just a soldier |

Friday, September 8th, 2006

subject:Canon deviances and Plot
Time:2:29 pm.
Mood: curious.
NOTE: While in Milliways Aeryn has given birth to a baby named Andrei. Unable to face the fact that her son was a part of Crichton she gave him up for adoption to Richard Mayhew and Amadeo. She has also had a number of brief relationships:

stuck_mynock - involved a lot of pain and self-denial on both sides and ended quickly when Aeryn realised she had strong feelings for another man and was fooling herself. Atton and her still have a shaky relationship.

fighting_mad - An almost solely sexual relationship with an insane amount of chemistry and fondness for the other woman. Ended painfully when Plourr neglected to mention she was going to get married, until she showed up in the Bar in a wedding dress. They have yet to make up.

hero_jack The first person Aeryn felt deeply for that wasn't based on a sexual relationship. In many ways he is like Crichton, but she loves him for who he is. In the end Jack decided to stay with long-term love Kate Austen, leaving Aeryn even more cynical about love. They are attempting to be friends, but it's often awkward and punctuated with unintentional lapses into behaviour that crosses the friendship line (despite the fact they have never slept together).


PLOT

[Some threads may contain violence, hints at sexual situations and swearing]

Aeryn came in directly after the Farscape episode 'The Choice' in which she mourns the death of the Crichton aboard Talyn. Despite her decision to continue on without him, she was unable to overcome the pain or looks exchanged between the crew of Talyn and fled, finally coming upon Milliways Bar.

She later returned to her Universe to join an elite mercenary unit known as the Raxor's who had many former-Peacekeepers in their midst. Her mistake in joining became obviously quickly, but her pride wouldn't allow her to admit it. Not even when they continued to test her. She made a friend in Jygar Ferd, but with her promotion time together became scant. After rejecting Jygar's advances she made up her mind to leave. Things did not go well leading to the death of a good man and more guilt on the soldier's conscience.

Soon after this Aeryn returned to the Raxor's for some good-old fashioned revenge. For Jygar.

Uncontent to stay at a Bar doing nothing, Aeryn (to her detriment) wanted to see how Moya's crew was doing and say goodbye to Pilot. First she asks Crais for help. A short conversation with Crais and Moya's crew takes place in which she realises they are still looking for her. She fights with Crichton, trying to remain cold, but when it's time to go she can't say goodbye.

Later she returns to Moya again, but an encounter with bounty hunters scuppers her plan. Aeryn gets shrunk, canon ensues with a few changes and when she is made big again, Crichton confronts her. She knows it still isn't time.

But she can't forget. How any day Crichton and the others could die, without her to help them. And so she makes a plan with other's at Milliways using foreign magic to help slow the Command Carrier chasing them down. Again, she enlists Crais' help, but he is nowhere near as willing to give it this time. Jaina Solo was always good with technology, Aeryn takes her to her own universe to garner her help with Peacekeeper tech. She uses Polyjuice potion to give her the semblance of a Peacekeeper Captain (Crais came through on the goods needed) and when Jaina and she return to the Command Carrier, it is in disguise and goes without a hitch, sort of. Jaina is scolded for her actions yet when it's time to start the mission properly, sentiments are exchanged.

The plan goes...well according to plan, but the escape route is compromised and only Jaina gets back safely to Milliways. Aeryn is captured by Grayza.

Aeryn learns what it's like to be a prisoner and the aurora chair beckons. Under the torture of the chair, memories are torn from her, but she holds too tightly for any real information to be gotten. Except Grayza has taken a tip from the Scarrans on torture and puts Aeryn in a new device, she knows all is lost now. Until a familiar face comes to the rescue and Aeryn makes it through to Milliways and recovery.

She enters her own world only once more, to retrieve her prowler from the Command Carrier. But when the door refuses to appear and she is stranded outside Milliways Jan Tergan comes through again. Memories are never easy to escape and Aeryn begins to wonder if the door is exactly where she left it, where the danger is. But her attempt to leave is stopped by a furious Jan Tergan who makes entirely the wrong move when they both try to forget the people they love. She doesn't look back and steps through to Milliways.
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Thursday, August 10th, 2006

Time:2:33 am.
Mood: worried.
Trapped like an animal, Aeryn paced the corridor. The numbers on the doors never seemed to stay the same and she wasn't sure if she was going the right way. All she knew was she had to get away, back to her room.
| 68 | just a soldier |

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

Time:4:03 pm.
Everything seemed to go in circles recently, Aeryn noted with less and less amusement. It came as no surprise to her that they had ended up back here at the cantina. They both knew what had to be done, neither of them were stupid whatever certain people in the establishment might think.

She turned to her friend, hand on the door. "Should we give him time to run?"
| 37 | just a soldier |

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

Time:11:21 pm.
Mood: morose.
The plexisteel glass tanks were no longer dusty. They shone with cleanliness, a sign of hard work and determination. Jaina's stubbornness had begun to restore the area well and the Peacekeeper knew that if she ran a finger over the top of the surface it would come away mostly clean. There was nothing here, aside from neatly placed tools, room set aside for the future.


The future. A future, a family. Aeryn had come here to get away from Jag's glares and Jaina's persistent questioning. She couldn't blame her friend for worrying. She'd spent the entire week with her fists clenched and jaw tight, barely willing to say more than two words. She did physical work whenever she could. Old rage, helplessness, buried emotions assaulted her; she wanted to run, to fight, to kill, because she didn't know how else to deal with it.

A glint caught her eye, a reflection under the cold lights of the farm area. Aeryn followed it to its source with loud, reverberating boot steps. It was a droid, half-built, unfinished; empty of the components it required to work. Its dead eyes surveyed her and she ran her hands over the top of it, feeling the curved surface that might one day be awake and functional. A lump rose in her throat, surprised her and her nails bent back on the hard exterior of the robot.

"Why did she choose this life? Surely she can't be happy here." She whispered aloud, angrily. She felt it burn at her throat, but could hardly process that it wasn't annoyance that she felt. It was despair. Despair and longing. But she couldn't think of those, it would destroy her. And deep inside, the soldier knew it was running away, fooling herself; as much as coming here to Csilla had been. She saw how Jag looked at Jaina. She had watched with hollow eyes and she had felt frozen. She remembered, how hands had touched her like that once, gently, convincing her that everything she ever knew had been wrong.

"I don't know what to do." The admittance was easy. Broken droids had no ears. The eyes stayed blank. She picked up the part next to it and slipped it into a slot where it seemed to fit. Aeryn was no Tech, but if she made things worse Jaina could fix them easily.

The Jedi dren was supposed to work, this was supposed to be easy. This pain was supposed to be over. Or was it her fault, her inability to let go of another loved one?

"Everything I do. Everything I touch, it..."

She looked away, closing her eyes to watch the light dance off the inside of her eyelids. Left behind. Again. Didn't know how to change, to fit in and she was always left behind.

"Crichton died. And Jack...even he didn't want me and things I run toward just keep getting farther away." So you change direction, protect yourself, call it getting away, a break when you're already broken.

"And in the end, you're just a droid and none of it matters."

She missed Moya. Pilot and...others. And Aeryn missed home. Milliways. She missed his kisses and how warm they had made her feel. Most of all, she missed the days when she had been stronger, when she had taken what she wanted and cared not a whit for anything else.

Her nostrils flared. A swift kick and the droid toppled to the ground, lay there motionless.

"I don't know what to do." She repeated, hearing the hoarseness of her voice.

A drip. It fell the distance to the beaten droid with a wet plop and she looked to the ceiling to find it. No sign, the pilot's hand went to her cheek and came away wet. She stared at it, utterly bemused for several microts. But it didn't stop and when she took another breath she felt it shake. Her shoulders hunched automatically and she leaned on a nearby table letting the sobs wrack her body, waiting for them to subside.

Zhaan had once told her that pushing your problems inwards only caused them to seek another route out. Only now she was gone could Aeryn appreciate the wisdom in those words. There were situations to be amended and problems to be solved. But right now? She just let herself cry, breathless cries echoing in the sparsely decorated room.
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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

Time:3:15 am.
Blue-grey eyes, revealed by lifting lids, she awoke from slumber. Aeryn turned on her side slightly, to watch the other woman through sleep-hazed lashes. It was getting to be a familiar thing, the comfortable bulk beside her. She didn't mind in the slightest. A sleeping Plourr was much quieter than a waking one. Cute too, she observed with a wry grin.
| 94 | just a soldier |

Monday, July 3rd, 2006

Time:10:29 pm.
Ask Aeryn, Kaye, Thea or Lirael (I swear she'll be in soon) any question, or tell me something about them that I don't know.
| 13 | just a soldier |

Monday, June 5th, 2006

Time:6:12 pm.
Mood: blah.
Aeryn Sun was accustomed to many things. Fighting, killing, the sight of bodies torn open in cruel ways. She was used to the idea that she had lived longer than expected and that she might not live past her next birth anniversary.

One thing Aeryn Sun was not accustomed to, was laundry. When she had first arrived at Milliways Bar and found a startling lack of amnexius fluids (perhaps not so startling since the Bar isn't a Leviathan), other measures had to be taken.

So for several monens, undetected, she had sneaked out to the lake at night-time to do her washing. Tonight was no different. Crouching in front of the water, she glanced around the starlit area to make sure no-one was around. Satisfied that she would not be seen, she began to scrub. She could swear this lake water and soap wasn't good for leather.
| 60 | just a soldier |

Wednesday, May 24th, 2006

Time:12:08 am.
Mood: sleeping.
Light filtered through the window, dusty and unassuming. The morning had come.
| 2 | just a soldier |

Saturday, May 20th, 2006

Time:11:35 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
Sleepy. Hazy. In the quiet darkness of a room. Uniform neatness; everything was tucked and straightened. But there were signs of disarray; the scattered photos in a drawer, the dents in a wardrobe from helpless anger. The bed was occupied. Plourr had argued, but eventually succumbed to sleep and whiskey induced dreams. Oh and there sprawled haphazardly on the floor, was Aeryn Sun. Still decked out in leathers, a red coverlet lay draped across her shoulders. Peaceful. There wasn't even a remnant of the frown she usually wore between her eyes. She looked vulnerable, pale skin at the base of her throat revealed, where her vest had been loosened for comfort.

Even with the breaking of the silence, a slight hitch in her breath; all remained calm.
| 88 | just a soldier |

Sunday, May 7th, 2006

subject:OOM: Placebo
Time:7:43 pm.
Mood: determined.
Aeryn pulled the hood of her cloak far across her face and walked swiftly across the darkness gathering at the edge of the barn. Avoid the left door, it squeaks. She reminded herself of all the pitfalls; all the things that could go wrong. But if she succeeded, she would be home. After so long it was worth the risk. So she pulled the door open and sneaked through.

There it was, gathering dust like it had been for the past six monen. She couldn't fly it for fear of coming upon a Peacekeeper patrol. Yet now she was going to use it for something very dangerous; sneaking aboard a Command Carrier without the aid of polyjuice potion. With the dull lighting it was near impossible to find the ladder, but eventually she did. Keeping her cloak tucked tightly around her, Aeryn put her boot on the bottom step and pulled herself up.

She would have to make a stop first.
| 34 | just a soldier |

Saturday, May 6th, 2006

subject:OOM: Four Month Itch
Time:1:49 am.
Mood: bored.
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Thursday, May 4th, 2006

subject:OOM: Farming in love is hard on the knees.
Time:10:16 pm.
Mood: tired.
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Saturday, April 22nd, 2006

subject:Prompt from this post.
Time:2:00 am.
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Time:1:47 am.
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Time:1:37 am.
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