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Mele-on Grayza haded to make her victory easier but she had noticed how since her original 'interrigation' of Crichton, he seemed to have developed an aversion to her. The opposite of most of the men she had done the same to, even with it being more pleasurable
then the methods of Scorpius. If he avoid her, it might make the hunt more satisfing when she won but it has a chance of failure without the ring. Which even if she kept on, it still possible other things could remove it from play. So maximizing victory was
All record, be it memories or document or anything else, recording Grayza's interaction with the crew of the Moya is erased. It will not majorly alter the time line.
She typed on the computer and looked up the records, no mention of her interacting with the Moya. She managed to 'gain access' to Aeryn Sun and John Crichton's log and film of their quarters. No major ill will, just a neutral outlook on her. She smiled at the
"I have full knowledge of the history, actions and personalities of the crew of the Moya." she said, as the information danced in her mind. The idea of turning Sun's friends into her friends, much as Mele-on wanted to turn Sun's lover into Grayza's lover, had
appeal as the woman was isolated. Loneliness being one of the greatest pains to inflict on a Peacekeeper.
"I also have a full knowledge of Earth sexuality and sex habits." she added as she gained more weapons to use against John.
Now to gain the access to Crichton, she would need Sun out of the way for a while. For at least a sixth to a half of a cycle. As Commandant, she had the power to assign missions and could do it. Using an Earth example, she would be King David with Uriah at
the front while she enjoy Bathsheba. There would be questions... or would have been questions...
"No one will question my orders or my actions. They will be accept them as fine and proper." she said as she made sure she would be obeyed and not stopped in her activities. Including her command for Sun to examine bases in a far off section of Peacekeeper
space, while leaving John here to best advise Commandant Grayza. Which might include many long night sessions of burning the midnight oil, alone with only each other for company. Sun would ship off tomorrow morning, so to speak. By tomorrow, Mele-on would
be on the hunt for Crichton.
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