"For what? getting kicked out of the peacekeepers?" she replied as if a light had gone on inside her head. She had a very vague memory of her parents and her grandfather.

The old general raised his hand in mock surrender "We'll discuss that in a moment, my child." he shifted his attention to Crichton "So you are the human eh? You'd better look after her or you'll have to answer to me young man." he said as he coughed, he was not well and didn't bother to hide it. "though I think it is a hallow threat on my part."

"Aeryn can look after herself quite well sir." replied Crichton

"Of that I have no doubt." said the general has he walked over to a cabinet and began to look for something "Aeryn. Do you know the Legend of the peacekeepers?" he asked

"some of it. I was explaining it to John this morning." said Aeryn this were slowly beginning to make sense in her mind. All this had something to do with the Legend of the Peacekeepers. General Sun raised an eyebrow at the mention of Crichton's first name but did not seem to surprised. Aeryn could do worse than the human. Crais for a start. The mere thought made the old man wince. Why he had ever recommended Crais's Grandfather for a promotion to the High command he'll never know! But that was another story.

"Here we are." said the General has he brought a small chest over to Aeryn. "This has been handed down through the Sun family for generations. And now it's yours. Aeryn."

"What is it?" she asked. she could see the family crest engraved on the lid

"the Legend of the peacekeepers, my dear." replied the old man

Aeryn's head sniped up to look into the old mans eyes. Even Crichton was intrigued.

"When the peacekeeper corps was formed it was made up for the most part by twenty families. ours is the last. all the others have died out over time. The corps was to help resolve inter planetary disputes. Things worked well but as the founding families died out other families like Crais came to the fore and slowly began to corrupt the PK Corps. By the time anyone else realized what was going on it was too late the damage had been done and we now have the PK as we know and hate them today." the old man sounded very bitter.

"Talk about absolute power corrupting absolutely." commented Crichton

"But this outpost.....I don't understand."

"This is all that remains of the old PK corps." said the general "here you'll find the few PK's that haven't been corrupted by the High Command. And when I pop off anything could happen here. Ohh...." suddenly the old man collapsed on the floor

Aeryn and Crichton were at his side instantly

"My time is almost up." he croaked "promise me two things Aeryn."

"Anything grandfather."

"First. Have children to pass on the legend too." his glanced at Crichton has he spoke

"And if you are ever captured by Crais. destroy the chest. I swore on your fathers grave that Crais would never get it. He would be....." with that he died in his granddaughter's arms.

Numb with shock Aeryn and Crichton walked out of the generals office. The Captain who had greeted them earlier was wailing from them. He did not have to ask what had happened.

"If you are up to it ma'am. What are your orders?" Aeryn looked at him in utter disbelief "It was your grandfathers wish that if you were present upon his death to take command of this garrison and oversee the evacuation."

"Evacuation?" asked Crichton

"Evacuation?" asked Zhaan

"Yes. We'll explain when you get planet side. Come to the PK Command Bunker We'll be here. Crichton out." On Moya D'Argo and Zhaan looked at each other. This had gone from strange to out and out weird.

On PK353 D'Argo and Zhaan looked shocked at what they had just been told. Had Aeryn and Crichton gone mad? What was this legend of the peacekeepers anyway?

"To have that many Peacekeepers on Moya is dangerous." said D'Argo

"Look, I know how you feel big guy. But they have no long range transports. And the stuff they have is old. That and the fact Crais could turn up anytime and then we would all be stuffed."

"What about Rygel? he wont like it either." said Zhaan

"The little fur ball is just going to have to deal isn't he." said Crichton

"Captain. How long will it take to evacuate to Moya?" asked Aeryn

"Fifteen arns, twelve if we hurry. I believe that Crais should be here in about twenty arns, Ma'am." said the Captain as he had guessed Aeryn's next question. So for the next twelve arns a steady flow of prowlers and transports made there way to Moya. At last there was only one prowler was left. It was Aeryn's.

"I know. But it is a small price to pay to see the legend to continue ma'am." with that he and his men suited Aeryn and Crichton as the get aboard her prowler. Shortly after docking Moya made a starburst and was gone.

Eight Arns later Crais's flag carrier arrived. He would not be happy with the news he received. Crais looked out into space. Even in death the old general had out done him again. Had it been chance or fate that had placed Moya here before the old man died? either way he didn't believe in that sort of thing. Moya was more of a threat than ever as Aeryn now had the legend in her possession. If that were to come to pass it would mean a peacekeeper civil war. Crais turned and went back to giving orders.