Title: A Savior From Hell
Author: DanKnight (email@example.com)
Spoilers: Spoilers for the Buffy Episode “Blood Ties” (5.13). None for Farscape.
Archive: Ask first, but I am sure I will say yes
Feedback: Are you kidding? Of course I want feedback. Good, bad, indifferent, bring it on!
Synopsis: A response to the “20 minutes with Glory/Ben” Challenge. Sometimes, although quite by accident, even a hell god can save the day.
Authors Note 1: No Scarrans were harmed in the writing of this story.
Disclaimer: Glory, Ben, Buffy, Tara, Willow, and Dawn do not belong to me. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and some other people and companies that aren’t me. Crichton, Aeryn, Chiana, Pilot, Moya and the Scarran’s don’t belong to me either, they are the property of The Jim Henson Company, Hallmark, The Sci-Fi Channel and others who are also not me. I am merley using their characters for a fun story for the fans and am in no way making any profit on this story. So please don’t sue me, I am really a good boy.
Moyas bridge was rocked as once again the Scarran ship fired just above her hull. Inside Chriton, Chiana and Aeryn, The three members of the crew currently on the bridge, rocked with it; bracing themselves against anything handy so as not to fall.
“This is the last warning.” The Scarran commander said to the crew from the view screen. “We want Crichton, surrender him and we will leave you to exit our space. You have 30 microts or else we will destroy your Leviathan.”
“Pilot, get that frelling ugly face off the view screen.” Aeryn shouted to the ships pilot, who instantly obliged.
“How much longer do we have before Moya will be able to Starburst?” Chiana asked.
“56 Microts.” Pilot said, his face appearing on the view screen, the concern evident on it even over the fuzzy picture.
“Frell!” John Crichton shouted. “Just once I would like for us to actually be the ones with good luck!”
Onboard the Scarran ship the crew awaited as the microts ticked down. Suddenly a flash of light appeared onboard the ships bridge and a female woman appeared.
She looked Sebacean to the Scarran crew. What they didn’t know was that in fact the woman was anything but a Sebacean. She was Glorificus, also known as the great Glory. Female hellgod.
Only seconds ago she had been in a hospital room about to kill the pesky slayer who was keeping her precious key from her. But thanks to a pair of her annoying witch friends she wasn’t able to get her hands around the Slayers skinny throat before she was teleported.
“Oh this is just great!” Glory said, as she suddenly turned around and saw what appeared to be an army of demons. Although no species of demon she had ever seen. “And who in the Hell are you horse faced worms supposed to be.”
Without an answer the Scarran commander walked up to her and lifted his hand. Suddenly a burst of heat emitted from it.
“Sebacean! Who are you? How did you get aboard my ship?”
To the commander’s surprise her reaction was not the pain and agony filled voice he was used to. In fact the small woman in front of him didn’t so much as flinch. By her reaction one would not know he was even doing anything to her.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” she said growing more annoyed by the second. Had she not been a hellgod she wouldn’t have even understood their alien tongue. She didn’t really consider that a plus at the moment, however.
“Answer me!” the Scarran shot back. “How did the Peacekeepers find us?”
“Ok gorgeous… I have no idea what you are talking about. But I have never been interested in keeping any kind of peace. And you…” Suddenly, faster than even the Scarran could look Glory grabbed his arm and with one yank ripped it from his body. The Scarran cried in pain as his crew looked on, shocked at what they had just seen.”
“How in the….” One of them started to ask.
“Who cares! Kill her!” Another commanded.
“Pilot, how much more time until we Starburst?” John asked.
“Only 7 microts.” He answered frantically working to controls preparing for a Starburst.
“This doesn’t make sense John. They are just sitting there. Why haven’t they fired on us?”
As if to answer the question the three crewmembers saw a sight that even they, in all their amazing journeys, never had seen before.
A break in the Scarran’s ship occurred and suddenly a Scarran went flying right through the hull and into the vacuum of space. Then another break in the hull as another Scarran went flying through.
“What the frell?” Chiana said in both shock and awe, “what is going on in there.”
“I don’t even care!” John said frantically, “Pilot…”
“Prepare for immediate starburst.” He answered knowing Johns question as Moya light up her hull and in an instant she was gone from the imperiled Scarran ship.
“Initiating emergency hull repair.” A computer voice cried as force fields automatically came around the hull keeping the atmosphere back in.
Glory looked over her would be attackers. All over the ship were disembodied, impaled and dying Scarrans officers. Glory had been quick, too annoyed by the turn of events to relish their suffering as she effortlessly took out an entire crew of Scarran soldiers.
“Now that that fun is out of the way…” Glory said out loud. But before she could finish her thought she suddenly began to twitch.
“Oh shit! Not now you idiot… not…” and then suddenly Glory’s body once again morphed into her host.
“Get out of my body bitch!” Ben cried as he once again returned to the body they both shared. Ben looked around, suddenly noticing the carnage and alien surroundings.
“What the hell…”