Farscape FanFic

Prologue

The tall humanoid slouched as he walked along the passageway. It almost hurt you to watch him walk, but no one did. He pulled his grayish jacket a little tighter in another attempt to disappear even further into the crowded spaceport. As he drifted from shadowy corner to shadowy corner he attempted to avoid the pockets of the smaller life forms as he made his way towards docking port E6. For him each step had a purpose. It was a simple purpose; avoid being noticed and the smaller life forms only seem to exaggerate his height, which was the last thing he needed today. Just as he started down the next walkway he spotted a group of Luxans just ahead of him moving in the same general direction. It was an audible sigh of relief as he quickened his pace and fell in just behind the Luxans. He continued to avoid the Gurians, M’drayians, and dozens of other alien races as they walked. It was his own race, the Sebaceans, which worried him the most. Most races could not tell a blue skinned Delvian from a red skinned Hydran, all those individuals would see is a tall humanoid moving among the crowd. His own race was different, while they only seemed to notice the most obvious details about someone, hiding his two metra frame was almost impossible. Even most Luxans were shorter than he was and the three in front of him were no exception. In a few moments he would be on the Lorian trader; only there would he truly be safe.
“Andrax!!” the voice called out.
“So close, yet so frelling far!” The tall Sebacean swore underneath his breath as he stopped and looked for who called out his name. The speaker was hard to miss, there making his way towards him was a Sebacean dressed in a bright orange coveralls. The Sebacean was waving as the crowd parted around him. Even had his name not be prominently displayed on his coveralls, Andrax would have known his so called friend anywhere.
“Andrax, what are you doing here today?” Jonath asked after he made his way quickly through the throng of people. The press had no choice but to go around the two.
“Going to see a friend.” Andrax kept the lie as simple as possible as he tried to be as calm..
“Really, I am off to see our new friend in Dock R318. Arrives today from Herux IV. Which dock is your friend arriving at?”
“F35.”
“Frell, opposite direction. We can talk later. I am late as usual. Looks like the new Governor wants to make some changes as soon as he get’s here. Let us hope we can get some better jobs in the new government. Assistant to the Director of Interstellar Commerce is such a better title the Special Assistant to the Deputy Director of Interspecies Relations for Muldourn.”
“That’s what I heard. I suppose the official announcement will be made in a couple days.” Andrax shrugged.
“See you tomorrow than?”
“Yes.” Andrax lied.
The two Sebaceans parted ways and went in almost opposite directions.
Jonath thought about a few microts and hoped his friend soon found his way. Andrax had just entered the E concourse; the F concourse was the other direction. He was sure they laugh about it tomorrow at the Ministry. He made his way to greet his own friend.

Andrax made his way to bay E6 and found the Lorian Trader C’Chouest loading the last of it cargo. He could not help but notice the Lorian Captian N’Dra who was standing near the entrance, giving final boarding to her crew. Lorians were tall humanoids, almost as tall as he was. From a distance they could be almost confused with Sebaceans. There were differences of course. The lack of a nose for one thing was a dead give away, Lorians breathed through gills behind their ears.

“Pamdan, my friend, welcome to Muldourn.” Jonath greeted the Sebecaen as he walked through the gates of the Docking Bay. “I thought someone of you stature would avoid these worlds on the edge of the Uncharted Territories.”
“Unfortunately business dictates my itinerary Jonath. When something happens that needs my attention I go to the source of the problem, no need to send some hapless special assistant to the director of what ever. He would only bumble the problem and make it worse, before I’d still have to go to the edge of existance.” Pamdan straightened his robes.
“While there is no need to wait here, let us make our way to the Ministry. They have arranged for a suite for you to use. I am sure it is not what you are accustom to though.” Jonath directed the Director of Interspecies Relations for the Peacekeepers towards the main entrance. “What terrible disaster brings you here, Director?”
“Unauthorized transfer of Peacekeeper technology to the indigenous people of this sector.”
“My lord, that’s that’s terrible.” Jonath was worried. “No wonder we have a new Governor. Has all the traitors been rounded up?”
“I believe so, but we will find out more when we get to the Ministry.”

A Peacekeeper officer rushed forward to meet Pamdan and Jonath as they entered the “Have all the individuals responsible for this fiasco been apprehend Lieutenant?” Pamdan asked.
“No sir, one Sebacean remains at large.” The young Lieutenant was nervous, one hates to report failure of any level to their superiors. “We hope to have him apprehended in the next several hours. His home is being watched as are his reported frequented stops here on Moldourn.”
“Who are you looking for?” Jonath asked out of idle curiosity.
“One Andrax Carlin of the Ministry of Military Logistics and Appropriations. He should not be hard to find, how many 7 ft Sebaceans are there.”
“You do not seem to take the news very well. Do you know this Andrax Carlin?” Pamdan asked.
“Yes. As matter of fact I have seen him this very day, however he probably is beyond your reach.” Jonath hoped that Andrax betrayal did not extend to him. “I saw him at the spaceport. He was headed down towards docking bay F316, or so he told me, I thought it was kind of funny since he walked down concourse E rather than F.”
“Lieutenant…”
“If you will excuse me sir, I think my man will head down to the spaceport and check this out.