Pilot's home :
Much to the chagrin of all aboard Moya, most notably myself, what most people don't realize is that within a Leviathan, the pilot can see literally everything that's going on. I can see what's going on in people's sleeping quarters, in the rooms that were kitted out as cells - even some of the propulsion areas. When the Peacekeepers were fitting extra parts to control Moya, they installed these cameras for security reasons. Why they thought that I would be interested I shall never know.

What doesn't show up to me through my neural connection to Moya, however, is usually relayed to me by the DRDs. I often curse the fact that everything that comes into their eyes also comes into mine - with, of course, the curious exception of when they do not wish me to see something, for example, when Moya's baby was developing. They would allow absolutely no views of what was happening, much to my consternation. However - the DRDs, it seems, are not entirely without a sense of humor. When they want to, they can flood me with images from one certain area, making sure that I only get to see one thing. The following is a chronicle of what the little machines forced me to watch.

Viewscreen One : Observation deck.
Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan was sprawled out on the observation deck, a blissful smile on her face, writhing in ecstasy. She had volunteered to stay behind in the ship, while the others were trying to force wormhole conditions on Farscape One. Crichton had a crazy notion that the solar flares combined with the slingshot motion of his ship would create a gravitational anomaly that would send him home.

Zhaan did not care at all. As Crichton was explaining his process to Aeryn and D'Argo, trying to convince the Luxan that he didn't need to follow them in the Prowler this time, Zhaan had completely spaced out. She had heard the two words that fought for her attention - Solar Flare. One of the joys of being a Delvian priestess is that ionic radiation would cause her to experience extreme pleasure - a phenomenon called "Photogasm". As soon as the others were a safe distance away, Zhaan sprinted for the observation deck, her training and discipline thrown out the window in a rush to satisfy one of the few primal needs her devotion didn't make her eradicate. The call of her savage roots was so intense, so powerfully calling to her soul, that she didn't notice Rygel before knocking him out of his hover throne.

"Why must you constantly be ruled by your genitals, Zhaan?", he asked, his earbrows furrowed with dismay. "I thought your kind trained to suppress your urges. " The last word oozed out of his mouth like fetid slime, his disdain for creatures that reproduce sexually seething out of him.

Zhaan grabbed his earbrows and twisted them around her fingers. Pulling him up out of his chair by them, she stared into his wide, frightened eyes. "One more word out of you, you furry little cretin, and I'll lock you in a cell with D'Argo on his next mating cycle."

"I think that it's most prudent that I believe you, Zhaan. Go, then. Do not insult my eyes with your hideous blue expanses. " With that, he hovered off, probably to annoy himself in his quarters.

"It was even worth dealing with Rygel to get here", Zhaan moaned, as she let the memory of her encounter seep away. Her yellow freckles glowed with pleasure, as the solar flares continued to bring forth orgasmic bliss. Her hands roamed all over her body, her fingers trailing down from her neck, gently following down her breastbone, following the gentle curve of her breast, and back up to her ear. With grace that can only be achieved by Pa'u and ballerinas, she glides her other hand up the length of her thigh, back and forth, stopping just short of her labia, circling around her now dripping mound, and returning. The concentric circles she's tracing around her most sensitive areas continue to get smaller and smaller, as she goes, one hand coming to rest on her nipple, the other firmly pressing against her clit. As she pulls her hard little bud with the one hand, she gently arcs the middle finger of the other, and slides it slowly down into her sopping hole. Pulling her finger back out, she uses the lubrication to rub circles faster and faster on her clitoris, pressing harder with each pass, making her eyes roll back in her head. She starts calling out the names of all of her gods, her back arching with pleasure, as photogasm and orgasm combine to bring her to heights of pleasure that make her glow from every pore. Each time that the quakes of ecstasy start to subside, a new wave washes over her, as she takes her other hand and plunges two fingers deep within herself, her palm pushing the fingers already on her clit harder against it.

Finally, the solar flares subside, and Zhaan's body starts to relax. Within minutes, she's sleeping soundly on the floor of the observation deck, curled gently, her bright yellow freckles glowing fiercely, smiling in her somnolence.

Pilot's home :
I don't know why the DRDs felt it so important for me to see that, but there was a small army of them on the observation deck, all intently focused on that spectacle, transmitting every moment of it to me in the control bay. The curiosity created by that did, for a moment, take my mind off of how much my new arm itched, but could never completely block it out. One of these days, I'm going to get my revenge on Ka D'Argo for taking my arm, just you wait.

Speaking of waiting, I'll have to talk to you later. It seems the DRDs want to show me something else.

Viewscreen two : Chiana's quarters
Chiana was getting more frustrated by the minute. She'd already been aboard Moya for almost a sixth of a cycle, and nobody had shown even the slightest interest in curing her insatiable sexual appetite. Already she'd grown bored with the various objects she could find around the ship - apparently, the PK forces who had owned it previously had not thought very favorably about people getting themselves off. Or women, at least.

Absentmindedly, her hands began to roam around her body, gently tweaking her nipples, sometimes sliding down to the Y shaped joint between her legs. I tried in vain to find a course of action that would help me stop watching this vile display, when, much to my happy surprise, Ka D'Argo returned to the ship. Making sure that the announcement went to all coms, I greeted him warmly.

"One more word out of you, Pilot, and the next thing I cut off won't be your arm. ", he growled.

Perhaps I should mention that it's D'Argo's, shall we say, "time of the month. " Unlike most anthropoids, in Luxan genetics, both sexes become unruly on a twenty eight day cycle. Sadly, however, a Luxan goes into a period of "hyper-rage", wherein even the slightest provocation can get someone killed. In fact, the only way to relieve his intolerable mood is to either commit an act of sex or murder. My only hope is that he never focused in on me to relieve his pent up urges - one way or another.

Chiana, however, had her mind set on what to do. She followed D'Argo into his quarters, his keen senses detected her, but he felt she was too insignificant to turn around to speak to. How surprised he looked when he turned to see her stark naked! Her large, round, pale white breasts, with curiously dark gray nipples, stared out at him, her complexion and perfect form looking for all the world like a fine marble sculpture. Ka's look of surprise, however, soon turned to disgust - he had lost his desire to ever couple with a female after the loss of his wife, and his son Jothee. Unable to bear the idea of that loss and grief again, he had distanced himself from all women, preferring instead the beauty of the male form. His marriage had been a sham, a show, really, to produce an offspring and convince his trainers that he was indeed a proper Luxan warrior. But all his life, he had held on to a secret that he dare not share, and was almost to the breaking point. If he didn't have release soon, the hyper-rage would make him kill someone, and there's no chance that Rygel would survive that. As much as he hated him, D'Argo needed Rygel's bargaining skills. His mission was clear - he would have Crichton, or he would kill Rygel.

Viewscreen 1, revisited :
Near mad with sexual desire, Chiana continued to roam Moya unfettered by conventional garb. She had tried sitting on a DRD, feeling the vibration of it's rubberized wheels sticking and releasing from the floor as she held it in place while it tried to escape, but it brought her no closer to relief than she had been. As she walked into the Observation Deck, she saw the naked, sleeping form of Zhaan, her body still slick with sweat, an indelible smile creasing her face.

Deciding on a course of action, she soon curled herself behind Zhaan in the classic "spoon" position, delicately putting her arm around Zhaan's midsection. She began nuzzling her nose up against the base of Zhaan's skull, gently kissing the back of her neck. In her half sleep, Zhaan couldn't even begin to think about who the benevolent creature imparting such a wonderful gift on her was - she was only interested that she continue to receive it. She pressed back into the warmth of Chiana's body, her hand gently reaching behind her and caressing her way up. She trailed her fingers along the back of Chiana's creamy thighs, around the gentle slope of her buttocks. She began moving her shoulders to caress Chiana's achingly hard nipples, and kept pulling her closer, harder to her, as she felt an excitement well up within her that she had left untapped for years. She was reminded of her time studying to become Pa'u, when the girls in the dorm would sneak into each other's beds after the lights went out. But that was almost seven hundred years ago - she thought that this fire in her had gone out for good. Chiana had a way of awakening her, though. It was like wearing sunglasses for years, and finally taking them off. Colors all changed, things weren't exactly as she thought they were.

She turned to face Chiana, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. The younger girl sucked greedily at Zhaan's tongue, trying to pull Zhaan into her with sheer, untamed desire. She wrapped both her legs around one of Zhaan's and began to grind her pelvis against her, harder and harder.

"Patience, child", Zhaan said calmly. "We have much time for this, let us use what we have to thoroughly enjoy each other." With that, she disentangled her legs from Chiana's, and put her lips on the girl's neck. Remembering how she was when she completed adolescence, she decided to allow her newfound lover a chance at some much needed release so that she could concentrate more fully on exploring each other. She kissed her way down the ashen planes of Chiana's smooth, white skin, her own vivid blue skin a sharp contrast that she quite enjoyed the look of. Further and further down she went, looking out under her brow at the writhing form of Chiana, laying with her back arched so that only her shoulders and the base of her spine were the only parts of her touching the floor. Chiana pulled her legs into the air, and pushed Zhaan's head down between them - her desires needed quenched, and immediately.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Zhaan placed her tongue where Chiana was cleft, and to a low, guttural moan of delight from the girl, traced the opening to her most sensitive area with her mouth. Chiana pulled her head so strongly forward that Zhaan could barely breathe, the clench even stronger when her legs wrapped around Zhaan's bald, blue head and pulled forward as well. She sucked Chiana's extended little clit into her mouth, pulling it out from it's protective hood with a gentle vacuum, her tongue thrashing the hypersensitive bundle of nerves unmercifully back and forth. Chiana felt the waves of an orgasm building up to a crescendo, her breathing becoming shorter, her deep black corneas rolled back so far that her eyes appeared totally white. She let out a scream as the built up energy within her flooded out in a torrent, her juices liberally smearing over Zhaan's face. Gasping for breath, she lay heaving, mouthing words of thanks to Zhaan and various gods for being allowed such a blissful release.

Zhaan spoke softly. "Now that you're more relaxed, we can have some real fun." She smiled at Chiana, a knowing gleam in her eye. The girl hugged her closely - she thought she knew exactly what the Pa'u had in mind, but the Delvian had some extra tricks up her sleeve.

Pilot's home :
That's all of my tale for today. Telling that last part really drained me. I'll make an arrangement with you, however. You write to my contact on earth by sending a letter to an address known as mutt_one@bellsouth.net - and if there's enough favorable response, I'll, in turn, send him the rest of my story. You probably don't want to miss the further adventures of Chiana and Zhaan, nor Crichton being forced to choose between his love of Aeryn and his desire for D'Argo. Until then, farewell.