Stark had been unwilling, at first, to accept the fact that the ever-increasing list of disappearances might grow to include someone he cared about. That was what had kept him, so far, from trying to contact Moya. That, and the fact that regular contact was just not something Stark had ever excelled at ( Read more... )

( In which Stark nearly drowns but then feels much better about life. )

( In which Stark starts to recover before it all falls apart again )

Time passed on Moya. A few solar days at most while they traveled back to the water planet. Stark was still distraught, not paying attention to the passage of time or to anything else. He didn't notice the comings and goings of anyone else on Moya. He wandered the corridors occasionally, ignoring his comms and the DRDs and most attempts at ( Read more... )

They managed to escape. Somehow.

( Of course they escaped. Death by gas was far too quick and painless. )

( A long delayed continuation. During which things get even worse, because this is Farscape. )

Having landed on Arnessk, Stark and the travelers from Moya headed in what they hoped was the direction of the Eidelon temple.

( And one of them was molested by a crazed wild woman but that's not really important here. )

Stark had been even more scarce than usual for the past week or so. How he'd managed that was anyone's guess, but he'd done it somehow ( Read more... )

Having returned from his trip to LA with Molly, Stark was now back in his room. Still wearing the hat Molly had convinced him to buy (he'd decided against an animal hat, eventually), he was currently sitting on his bed ( Read more... )

Stark still hadn't given up on talking to himself. It was easier than talking to other people at least. Not that he wouldn't talk, given the opportunity, he just wasn't up to seeking out company at the moment. Going out, however briefly, on Wednesday to do something other than work had clearly been a fluke of some kind ( Read more... )