A Past Forgotten
By
Phi Phi "Le Trelk"

Disclaimer:
All original Farscape characters are the property of The Henson Company.

Rating:
NC-13

Feedback:
Lay it on me

Synopsis:
This series is actually a companion series to 'The Beginning of the End' and is in no way connected to the series past Bialar's death in 'Into the Lion's Den'

As you may have realized from 'The Beginning of the End' I enjoy creating new characters. 'A Past Forgotten' tells Bialar Crais' back story and brings him up to date in the present Farscape time. Sorry guys this isn't a John and Aeryn story. It's just a prologue.


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The Beginning...

Over seven million cycles ago the Praetorian Civilization began. The Praetorians were created for one purpose, to guard the Temporal Gates. Their planet, Praetoria is situated within the center of a Temporal Halo through which all time dimensions flow. The energy field from the Temporal Halo which protects Praetoria from all those who would conquer her is embodied within the Praetorians themselves, they learn to manifest this energy telekinetically, telepathically, and through cerebral manipulation.  

All Praetorians are born within a Temporal Nexus. This nexus enables them to traverse dimensional levels of time without impediment. Some Praetorians develop the ability to correct the rifts in time by rearranging events and lives correctly. These Praetorians are called the 'Temprex'. After three million years of evolution the Praetorians began producing a subspecies known as the 'Sebaceans' meaning 'One step from'. The majority of this race displayed none of the Praetorians' pure temporal abilities. However they were born with abilities akin to those of the Praetorians, these Sebaceans were called Seekers and Guardians. With the help of the Praetorian Council, the Sebaceans colonized a group of planets within Tormented Space. The largest of these planets; Sebacea-Tran became the home of the Premier Sebacean High Council. Over thousands of cycles the Sebaceans have splintered in to break away colonies. In an attempt to maintain their superiority, the Sebaceans created the Peacekeepers.

While the Praetorians and Peacekeepers are distant relations, they do not visualize a common goal. The Peacekeepers wish to dominate and Praetorians wish to preserve. In order to make sure that the Peacekeepers don't expand out of control, the Praetorians voluntarily station a minimum of one hundred and five Praetorian Guards within the Peacekeepers. They offer aid in the most difficult and dangerous campaigns and by doing so are able to keep watch on High Command's movements.

The Praetorians are a deadly race, they stand beside the Juccari in battle and like the Juccari, the Praetorian align themselves with The Premier Sebacean High Council, but their primary loyalties are for Praetoria and if threaten or challenged, they will kill with the impunity.


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PROLOGUE....

Scorpius' Command Carrier...

"Scorpius, I'm just making my final goodbyes." Crais' voice was heard throughout the Carrier.

"Were are you Crais?" Scorpius asked.

"I am standing in your heart and I'm about to squeeze" Crais sneered.

"Braca! Find the source of this transmission and arrest that fool!" Scorpius commanded. He'd wanted Crais dead from the start, now he had a reason Grayza couldn't fault.

Braca answered almost immediately. "It's coming from the Hybrid, in the Gamma Hangar on level twelve." Braca read the charging signals. "I believe the Hybrid's powering up."

Crais once again spoke out. "You are the most repellent of creatures, Scorpius. You weren't born into the Peacekeepers; you weren't conscripted against your will. You chose to be one!"

"I want the bay doors sealed! All Prowlers scrambled. That Hybrid must not get away!" Scorpius' Commands were followed immediately. Officers scrambled trying to obey, in fear of punishment.

"The Hybrid is building to maximum power inside the hangar. I don't think he's planning to escape." Braca informed, frantically.

Crais continued on as though nothing was happening, as though destruction was not imminent. "The last time I left the ship...my ship I did so under a veil of secrecy. You forced that situation! You took away my command! You stole my life from me. Well this time Scorpius I am not leaving quietly.

"Somebody find that fool and get him out of that ship!" Scorpius snarled. Talyn's engines rumbled. The carrier trembled under the strain. "Somebody get that traitor off of that ship!"

Crichton watched Scorpius stumble around. "I suggest you hang on to something." He spoke quietly.

Crais turned his attention to Talyn and the task at hand. " Talyn?" The ship answered his summons. "Starburst" Crais commanded softly. He stood proudly facing the flames that welcomed him into their fiery depths. He felt the calmness that only accompanies certain death. In his minds eye he pictured Moya's crew, those he could now call friends forever. He spoke once more to Talyn. "Talyn, my friend, my son...my companion, you've lived well and completed your task bravely!" As the flames engulfed him and the searing heat began to blister his skin, his eyes and singe his hair; he remembered one name. "Nierh-a-Lhy...I join you. Please accept me into your arms." He closed his eyes and waited the split second for oblivion.

"Bialar...Bialar?"

"His name was spoken so clearly. Who? He opened his eyes. She stood there with her hand stretched out in welcome. "Nierh-a-Lhy? Have I passed over?'

"No...not yet."

He watched her move forward, the flames surrounding her, yet not touching her. The flames! He felt nothing; no heat...no pain. "Have you come for me?"

"Yes. Your choice Bialar!" She paused, glancing slowly around at the inferno that surrounded them. Then focused once again on his face. "Remain here and die painfully as you planned or come with me and let me sooth you path painlessly."

"Why has the pain stopped now? I do not feel the heat!"

"I have been allowed this small moment in time to come for you. You must decide, quickly! I can't hold back the flames much longer, my love. You must choose!"

Her last two words cinched his answer. "You!" Within microts both Crais and his angel were gone leaving all behind in flames...


ONE CYCLE LATER...

She sat next to his bed, as she'd done day and night for almost a full cycle. His body had long ago healed yet he remained comatose. However, she was to be rewarded this day.

He became aware almost immediately. He heard his quiet breathing, the strong rhythm of his beating heart. He gradually began to open his eyes. The room was so bright. The open windows allowed the fresh air to permeate the room. He moved slowly first then with more assurance. He turned his head toward the window only to find her sitting beside the bed. "Nierh-a-Lhy?" He stared into her eyes. They held the same fathomless expression they'd held the day she'd been sentenced to death by the Peacekeepers. "I...you...are we dead?"

Nierh-a-Lhy stood and walked to the foot of his bed. "Huh! No Crais we're far from death's embrace. You are on Praetoria. You were near death and as such it has taken you quite some time to heal.

"Praetoria? But I thought...you should be dead. I mourned you." His voice was gruff from dormancy.

"I'm sure, but I'm not and I have a lot to thank you for my love" Nierh-a-Lhy sneered, her voice cold, her expression one of bitterness. But it was her eyes that held Crais; they were full of one emotion; an emotion he knew well, hate!