I wouldn't believe it--if I hadn't lived through it.
theatrical_muse topic: Reflect on the past year in your muse's life, canon or fanon. What was this past year like in the life of your muse?
Well. First I was crystallized, and then I was reintegrated. I was pregnant, and found out that the baby had accidentally implanted in Rygel. Needless to say, this was not pleasant news.
I almost got married… twice.
I had hope that the Eidolons would forge peace between the Scarrans and the Peacekeepers. But Minister Ahkna murdered Yondalao--and destroyed the temple of Arnessk--to prevent an accord, and the Scarran emperor decided to paralyze and dissect us. In the meantime, the baby outgrew Rygel and had to be transferred back to me, or else lost.
I will not go into detail about the procedure, and if John values his nose… and his mivonks… he won’t make one more joke about it.
So I was pregnant again.
We escaped from the Scarrans and entered a warzone to try to bring Yondalao’s gift of peace to the Eidolons. There were firefights and of course, Crichton’s child picked that time to be born. We got married when Stark got the words right, and then John delivered his son.
And then… then I lost a very good friend, who sacrificed himself to save the rest of us.
The Scarrans and the Peacekeepers pushed John to the edge, and with no way out, he loosed a wormhole weapon to show them what such power meant… complete and utter annihilation of every living thing. Every blade of grass, every planet, every star.
John forced them to a truce; then he closed the wormhole and collapsed and I feared I had lost him, again.
This cycle has meant great loss and equal joy. I have hope for the next, if the Peacekeepers and Scarrans honor the peace treaty, and if the Ancient has kept his word and taken back his cursed wormhole knowledge. John deserves some peace of his own. We all do.
Well. First I was crystallized, and then I was reintegrated. I was pregnant, and found out that the baby had accidentally implanted in Rygel. Needless to say, this was not pleasant news.
I almost got married… twice.
I had hope that the Eidolons would forge peace between the Scarrans and the Peacekeepers. But Minister Ahkna murdered Yondalao--and destroyed the temple of Arnessk--to prevent an accord, and the Scarran emperor decided to paralyze and dissect us. In the meantime, the baby outgrew Rygel and had to be transferred back to me, or else lost.
I will not go into detail about the procedure, and if John values his nose… and his mivonks… he won’t make one more joke about it.
So I was pregnant again.
We escaped from the Scarrans and entered a warzone to try to bring Yondalao’s gift of peace to the Eidolons. There were firefights and of course, Crichton’s child picked that time to be born. We got married when Stark got the words right, and then John delivered his son.
And then… then I lost a very good friend, who sacrificed himself to save the rest of us.
The Scarrans and the Peacekeepers pushed John to the edge, and with no way out, he loosed a wormhole weapon to show them what such power meant… complete and utter annihilation of every living thing. Every blade of grass, every planet, every star.
John forced them to a truce; then he closed the wormhole and collapsed and I feared I had lost him, again.
This cycle has meant great loss and equal joy. I have hope for the next, if the Peacekeepers and Scarrans honor the peace treaty, and if the Ancient has kept his word and taken back his cursed wormhole knowledge. John deserves some peace of his own. We all do.