JL/Farscape Fic: Joshim
Title: Joshim
Author: nancybrown
Fandoms: Justice League / Farscape
Characters/Pairings: Shayera, Aeryn/John, Little D
Rating: PG
Summary: Warriors know each other on sight.
AN: written for halfamoon. Title from here.
Her team is on a long patrol, scouting for her territory outside the reach of the Gordanians. Shayera is loyal enough to her people to want this to work, for Thanagar to extend its influence to deserving planets away from the sway of their vile enemies, but she is young enough to be bored with the process. Scouting out new worlds when she could be in the thick of battle grates. Besides, this is a backwater colony world, useful for races coming together for commerce, mildly useful from a tactical standpoint, but without resources of its own. In short, this is pointless and she'd like to be far away, smashing something.
"Something on your mind, Sergeant?" asks the Lieutenant. He's caught her kicking rocks in her path with bad grace.
"No, sir."
"Good. Go into the commerce area. We need supplies."
Hot words come to her lips. Shayera is hardly a supply drone. She is a highly-trained member of the Thanagarian military machine, on her way up the chain of command. Supply runs are for dead-eyed lackeys and privates.
On the other hand, if she objects to another order, she'll wind up busted down to their level. "Yes, sir."
She spreads her wings and glides towards the settlement. She can hear the sounds of battle as she approaches, and delight surges through her. This was supposed to be a punishment, but she'll get to fight after all.
Shayera smiles grimly, readying her mace.
It's not the big commotion she was hoping for, just a small skirmish between buildings, if she can call such shoddy tin shacks "buildings." One group of aliens is fighting another. She recognizes one group as the merchants she needs to purchase her supplies from, and decides to throw in with them. It might get her a better price on her goods, and that will be a good mark on her record.
She swoops around to the opponents, ready to strike.
The other group of aliens look almost Thanagarian, although they have no wings and bare their faces like prostitutes: a woman, her mate, and their small child held tightly in the male's grasp as the woman takes careful aim at the merchants.
"Get him back," she says to her mate in the garbled language they speak in this part of space. "I've got these drenheads."
"You can play Xena later, Aeryn. Just lay down some cover fire."
Shayera understands about one word in three, but there's something about them. Maybe it's the protective stance they are both taking to each other and the baby, maybe it's the gentle affection that radiates from them like starlight.
"Take him to the transport. I'll meet you there."
"Not leaving you alone here, sorry."
Shayera touches down. The male immediately shields the baby as the woman divides her attention between the two threats.
"She won't be alone," Shayera says, by way of saying hello. "Get your offspring away. We've got this."
She smiles at the woman, offering her mace. The woman doesn't smile back, but there's a glimmer in her eyes that Shayera knows well: the delight of battle and the sudden joy of a like-minded warrior. The woman nudges her mate. "Go."
He looks unsure, but presses his mouth to hers before dashing away, holding the baby against him. The woman doesn't watch him leave, instead setting up a bright line of cover fire to distract their enemies. Shayera clicks her mace to activate its energy.
They share a look, and then in synch, they launch into their attack together.
She can always raid the corpses for the supplies when they're finished.
Author: nancybrown
Fandoms: Justice League / Farscape
Characters/Pairings: Shayera, Aeryn/John, Little D
Rating: PG
Summary: Warriors know each other on sight.
AN: written for halfamoon. Title from here.
Her team is on a long patrol, scouting for her territory outside the reach of the Gordanians. Shayera is loyal enough to her people to want this to work, for Thanagar to extend its influence to deserving planets away from the sway of their vile enemies, but she is young enough to be bored with the process. Scouting out new worlds when she could be in the thick of battle grates. Besides, this is a backwater colony world, useful for races coming together for commerce, mildly useful from a tactical standpoint, but without resources of its own. In short, this is pointless and she'd like to be far away, smashing something.
"Something on your mind, Sergeant?" asks the Lieutenant. He's caught her kicking rocks in her path with bad grace.
"No, sir."
"Good. Go into the commerce area. We need supplies."
Hot words come to her lips. Shayera is hardly a supply drone. She is a highly-trained member of the Thanagarian military machine, on her way up the chain of command. Supply runs are for dead-eyed lackeys and privates.
On the other hand, if she objects to another order, she'll wind up busted down to their level. "Yes, sir."
She spreads her wings and glides towards the settlement. She can hear the sounds of battle as she approaches, and delight surges through her. This was supposed to be a punishment, but she'll get to fight after all.
Shayera smiles grimly, readying her mace.
It's not the big commotion she was hoping for, just a small skirmish between buildings, if she can call such shoddy tin shacks "buildings." One group of aliens is fighting another. She recognizes one group as the merchants she needs to purchase her supplies from, and decides to throw in with them. It might get her a better price on her goods, and that will be a good mark on her record.
She swoops around to the opponents, ready to strike.
The other group of aliens look almost Thanagarian, although they have no wings and bare their faces like prostitutes: a woman, her mate, and their small child held tightly in the male's grasp as the woman takes careful aim at the merchants.
"Get him back," she says to her mate in the garbled language they speak in this part of space. "I've got these drenheads."
"You can play Xena later, Aeryn. Just lay down some cover fire."
Shayera understands about one word in three, but there's something about them. Maybe it's the protective stance they are both taking to each other and the baby, maybe it's the gentle affection that radiates from them like starlight.
"Take him to the transport. I'll meet you there."
"Not leaving you alone here, sorry."
Shayera touches down. The male immediately shields the baby as the woman divides her attention between the two threats.
"She won't be alone," Shayera says, by way of saying hello. "Get your offspring away. We've got this."
She smiles at the woman, offering her mace. The woman doesn't smile back, but there's a glimmer in her eyes that Shayera knows well: the delight of battle and the sudden joy of a like-minded warrior. The woman nudges her mate. "Go."
He looks unsure, but presses his mouth to hers before dashing away, holding the baby against him. The woman doesn't watch him leave, instead setting up a bright line of cover fire to distract their enemies. Shayera clicks her mace to activate its energy.
They share a look, and then in synch, they launch into their attack together.
She can always raid the corpses for the supplies when they're finished.