Captions provided by the Sci-Fi Channel. [soft eerie music] ¶ ¶ [liquid dripping] (Aeryn) You did it, John. All the fighting has stopped. There's no more dying. And all of a sudden, three is not such a scary number. But no matter how wonderful this is, I will not accept it as a trade-off for losing you. [ship rumbling] [dark orchestral music] ¶ ¶ [ship roaring loudly] [cannons pulsing] [explosion] [cannon zipping] [explosions] [soft orchestral music] ¶ ¶ [water swishing softly] [water swishing sharply] [water splashing] (D'Argo) I've got you. (Rygel) Oh, thank you ever so for your kind assistance. (D'Argo) Always anxious to lend a hand to a Dominar. So often I've proclaimed having a bellyful of Crichton and Aeryn. Never thought it'd be so literal. [groaning] [retching] What did you call their species again? [spits] This is Crichton. He's called a hoo-man. And Aeryn, Sebacean. Definitely Sebacean. Rygel, do you have all the pieces? From under every rock, every crevice. I sifted the bottom sand with my bare hands. Look at my nails. (man) Qaa'ta, the Leviathan ship has returned. Transport pod approaching. (Qaa'ta) Order the concealment canopy lowered. [engine hissing] [ship roars] [dramatic instrumental music] ¶ ¶ (man) Sir, another deep space contact from Peacekeeper Strategic Command. Grand Chancellor Maryk again. ¶ ¶ Grand Chancellor. (Maryk) Where the Hezmana in my orders did you find the phrase preemptive attack? [Scorpius over radio] The Scarrans are massing for an impending onslaught we all know is coming a conflict we are ill-situated to win. By challenging them before they are prepared, at least we have a fighting chance. You were sent there to gather surveillance, and-- With all due respect, sir, I was sent here to perish at the vanguard of this inevitable conflict. I simply refuse to participate on their terms or yours. [Maryk over radio] Because of your actions, the Scarran empire has declared war against us. Do you know what that means, Scorpius? We are now officially engaged in the last war of our era! Congratulations. [engines hissing] D'Argo! Chiana. [laughs excitedly] Your eyes. I can see again, D'Argo. (D'Argo) What happened? How? He gave me new-- new eyes. We found one, yes. (Chiana) Stark and I found a Diagnosan. [grunting] What's wrong with him? (Grunchlk) Nothing's wrong with him. [laughs] He's fine. (D'Argo) Grunchlk, I thought you were-- Dead? Me? Hardly at all. [soft dramatic music] ¶ ¶ (Utu-Noranti) Those crystals are peoples' lives. Stop waving that thing around. This had better work. (Grunchlk) You're lucky to have him, mate. Diagnosans, they're at a premium, especially now that there's a war on. What war? The Peacekeepers and the Scarrans declared war against each other. Do the Peacekeepers know what they're getting into? (Grunchlk) The Scarrans didn't give 'em much choice. They were already taking the galaxy by force, system by system. A galaxy-wide war. [explosions] [engines humming] The Scarran vanguard has breached our defense perimeter. We've drawn them in. The trap is set. (Scorpius) Captain, initiate the plan as instructed. All pilots, deactivate target in-flight systems. [man over radio] Copy that. We fly manual from here. [Sikozu over radio] Fly straight in. Their targeting telemetrics will be corrupted at least two degrees off-center by the ambient magnetics. You dare them to hit you. [thrusters firing] Red team, you're close to my left flank. Blue team on right. On signal, execute tiered attack on lead Scarran dreadnought; confirm. [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ All armada ships now taking heavy fire, sir. (Scorpius) Only for the moment. Stay in position. And... fire. [torpedoes chirping] [zapping] [warbling sound] [soft eerie music] ¶ ¶ [sighs sharply] ¶ ¶ [guns cocking] (Qaa'ta) Lower your weapons. How long? About 60 solar days. Where? Still on the water planet. (Qaa'ta) Put your weapons down now. Bad guys? (D'Argo) Yes and no. They did help us put you back together. Put us back together? They said it was an accident. You were crystalized. (John and Aeryn) Crystalized? Last warning. [suspenseful music intensifies] ¶ ¶ You said yes. I did. 60 days. Any regrets? No, it's going really well. Hey, we're gonna get married! [together] Congratulations. (Braca) Sir, you were absolutely correct. Their pilots and gunners were no match for ours. Scorpius? Prepare to withdraw. What? The rest of the armada is to continue to engage the enemy, covering our escape. But, Sir, we're winning. Without this carrier, all remaining units-- (Scorpius) My orders are clear. Sir, you're asking us to withdraw our troops, our ships, our-- [growling] Yes, that's it. Plot an escape route. Close hangars. Rig for maximum speed. He is alive, Sikozu. John Crichton is alive. (Qaa'ta) One more time. Begin again. Fine, for the 89th time. Once upon a time, there was a boy named John, and John was an astronaut. [rockets firing] He lived in a faraway place called Earth, which is so far away you've never heard of it. One day, when John was out doing astronaut things, a big, blue wormhole gobbled him up and spat him out at the far end of the universe. Things were looking grim in Mudville. Canaveral? Till our hero met an amazing living ship, made some nice new friends, and he hooked up with his dream girl. [grunting in pain] We could have lived happily ever after, but the Peacekeepers raped, chased, and tortured us for years on end. Fire. (John) Then two months ago, we got our asses shot off again. This time, it was the Scarrans, big reptiles. Whoo. And Moya, our living ship, limped away to your happy planet for a little R & R, because we figure it's empty. Hey, no one is going to bother us. We're going to have a baby! Will you marry me? [crying] Yes. Next thing, me and the future Mrs. Crichton are having a private moment when you guys fly by. Boom, ba-da-bing. [lasers chirp] Squiggly line, squiggly line, crystalized. And it's two months later. [sighs] What? Retreating? Scorpius has powered off his onboard beacon. We have no way of tracking him. Broadcast this order. Highest priority. The instant his command carrier is spotted, it is to be fired upon. No hailing. No offer to surrender. I want this coward Scorpius and all who fly with him erased from existence! (man) Aye, Chancellor. (Grayza) Scorpius is many things, Maryk, none of them good. But a coward? Never. He has initiated this war and then turned and run. How do you define cowardice, Grayza? Grand Chancellor, please consider my counsel on this carefully. Hatred of the Scarrans is Scorpius' sole consistent trait. There is something else. Perhaps, but my orders stand. (John) Funny how? (Aeryn) Different. Different how? Like ice cream and cucumber different? I don't know. That's why I'm here. All right, everything is going to be okay. Do you know why? Because we're done. We're checking out. Finito. The next Ferengi we see, we run. No questions later. From this moment on, my one concern, my life is you and our baby. [Diagnosan speaking alien language] [coughs] Are you sure? [speaking alien language] (John) Everything all right? Is she all right? The baby all right? Doc says he doesn't know what you're talking about. There is no baby. (Aeryn) What? (John) Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean no baby? Uh, if there was a little passenger before, it ain't aboard the train no more. [speaking alien language] Doc says you never were preggers. I was. (John) She was. She was pr-- you were pregnant. I was pregnant. There is no baby. No, nothing. Whoa, whoa. We were in pieces, thousands of pieces. (D'Argo) Rygel said that he got every single piece off the ocean floor. Rygel? He was very thorough. We made sure of it. He carried the pieces in his stomach to make sure you didn't drop. (Grunchlk) Congratulations, mate. You are a mother. (John) Oh, no. It's all right. The wee babe is doing just fine. Yes, but it's doing just fine inside me. This is not happening. Do something. Hands off, missy. Ho, whoa. The fee-- the fee is going up. You it take out of him, and you put it back in her. Whatever it takes. [speaking alien language] Doc won't do it. (Rygel) Won't? I want this thing removed immediately. It's not a thing. Fine, I want this miracle of life the frell out of me. [speaking alien language] All right, at the end of the first quadmester. The baby's too small now, fragile. (Rygel) First quadmester? Get me a drink. (Chiana) Hey, princess, it all is in your stomach? Drat. What does it feel like? (Rygel) You tell me. [screams in pain] (Aeryn) Hey. (Chiana) Wow. Rygel? Weeber eggs? I hate them. Well, apparently babies love them. Actually, Rygel, what does it really feel like? Like having a parasite, a large parasite that's growing. [soft dramatic music] ¶ ¶ Okay, what did we do to piss off the locals? (D'Argo) They're paranoid. No, wrong, not paranoid. I've been talking to many of them. Stark, our ambassador? No wonder they're avoiding us. So what's their problem, then? Fear. Abject fear. (Aeryn) Of what? Their fear extends to not talking about fear. (D'Argo) Perfect; well, let's not exacerbate it by staying longer. (John) D'Argo, beyond that concealment canopy is Armageddon. Do we really want to fly into that right now? I'll ask if we could stay. They're not going to like it. What should we do in the meantime? We get married. What? Now. You will make a beautiful bride. I will see to it. [ships rumbling] (Ahkna) Emperor Staleek? (Staleek) What is it? We received a deep space com cipher. We receive tens of thousands. This is from a most unexpected source with a most unexpected message. It is about John Crichton. The sender knows the human's current location, an out-of-the-way water planet. No defenses to speak of. Do the Peacekeepers have him? Not yet. Your source, is it reliable? At the moment, impeccable. Have a course plotted. We will send a full battle contingent. A full contingent for one man? Not for the man. For the knowledge he possesses. ( whistle blowing ) ( dog barking ) - STILL HALFTIME? - All: YEAH! DON'T MISS A MOMENT OF ACTION WITH A GAME BUCKET DEAL FROM KFC. 6 PIECES OF EXTRA CRISPY CHICKEN AND 6 HONEY BBQ WINGS. PLUS, A FREE HALF-GALLON PEPSI MEGAJUG. ALL FOR JUST $9.99! SIR! YOU FORGOT YOUR MEGAJUG! ( dog barking ) ONLY IN... AAAFFDç (John) It's very generous of you to do this for us. (woman) It is the first time I have presided over the union of soldiers. (John) We're not soldiers. In fact, he's the only one carrying a gun. Either way, your petition to remain among us has been denied. Upon conclusion of your ceremony, you will all leave. Right. If you don't mind my asking, who are you hiding from? Everyone. (Stark) Aeryn's coming. The bride. The bride. Oh, uh, come on. Okay, be relaxed. I am relaxed. I'm relaxed. I've heard the key to these things is being relaxed. (John) I am relaxed. Stand here. Stay. Wh-what about me? You're right here. Good. Okay, perfect. [exhales] What are you doing? No. No. Stark? [soft instrumental music] ¶ ¶ She looks so-- ¶ ¶ Beautiful. You look great. You owe me. I know. (woman) Is there a particular invocation you would like me to use? Yeah, um-- [John clears throat] Dearly beloved. [claps] Dearly beloved-- We are gathered here-- (woman) We are gathered here-- Beneath this magnificent-- [ships rumbling] (Aeryn) Command carrier. (man) Take cover in the temple! (D'Argo) Peacekeepers. (Qaa'ta) Lies. All lies. (woman) They know where we are. How if the concealment canopy is still in place? They know, because we have been betrayed. (John) Stark, go with them. Witchiepoo, you go as well. What should we do? Convince them it's not our fault. Hide Rygel. Guard him with your life. [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ (Stark) It's not our fault. It's not our fault. It's not our fault. We knew nothing about this. But Crichton will fix it. He'll fix it. I assure you. (Qaa'ta) Come on, old woman. Now, that's familiar. Why do I know that? Now. Oh. ¶ ¶ (Utu-Noranti) Eidolons, of course. Eidolons. [gasping] Eidolons. You're Eidolons? Yes, we are. [ship rumbling] (John) You know who it's going to be, don't you? I know who it is. Bet me. Come on, D. Bet me. How much? You're on your own, my friend. [hissing sound] (Scorpius) Hello, John. (John) Easy money. Apologies if this is a bad time, but I believe we need to talk. How did you find me? Harvey? I would prefer to be called Albert. No. Invisible sidekicks that only I talk to get called Harvey. How the hell did Scorpius find me? Scorpius is like God. He does not play dice with the universe. He has a great plan, John, but his mysteries unfold slowly. Perhaps they will be answered when the proper tribute is provided to him: the wormhole. [explosion] But in your case, [speaking alien language] [loud synthesized sounds] [whimpering] Listen up, Strangelove. I can find wormholes, sense when they will open. Push comes to shove, I can even navigate one. But I cannot make a wormhole weapon. That is true, John, but you do know how to obtain the knowledge. Doesn't take an Einstein to figure that out, huh? [chalk scratching] Make sure he gets that message. [whispers] Oh, yes. So how have you been, Crichton? I'm good, Bob. You? The wife? The kids? Busy. Yeah, I hear business is booming. You're right. The Scarrans and Peacekeepers are at war, and the Scarrans will prevail unless you help us build a wormhole weapon. Gee, that all sounds reasonable, Bob. Only two problems. No matter what you may believe, I can't do it. And just as important, I don't think Peacekeepers are any better than Scarrans. So make sure you validate your parking-- [knocking] on the way out. You will find no serenity during this conflict, Crichton. Examine your choices. You are not listening. Wormholes, no. Weapons, no. Killing, no. Crichton, no. [soft synthesized music] (John) You want to see it? The thing you've been chasing my ass all over the universe for? Torturing me, my wife, my friends for? You want to see it? (Scorpius) Yes. Say please. Please. Pretty please. Pretty please. With a cherry on top. With a cherry on top. Happy birthday. Now, get out of my sight. (Stark) D'Argo? D'Argo? A miracle. Eidolons. Jool. Arnessk. Peace. thwack! Okay, what's he talking about? Eidolons. Jool. Arnessk. Peace. Thank you. Please. We are the last Eidolons. All others hunted to extinction. Hunted? Our ancestors possessed the means to influence peace, a gift that sadly has not survived to our generation. I'm familiar with the history. Then you would also know that 12,000 cycles ago the Great Temple was destroyed, the conciliators were then murdered, and all outposts of our species slaughtered. (woman) Arnessk was the center of our spiritual power: the site of the long, lost Great Temple, upon which this very edifice is modeled. However, today, Arnessk is a barren and lifeless world. Perhaps not. We've been there. [dramatic music] (Pilot) These images are part of the data upload transmitted by Jool before we left her on Arnessk. [over radio] I have more in the archives if you require. (Utu-Noranti) Undoubtedly, you will recall-- except not you, because you weren't there. It was after Crichton realized he loved you more than anything. And you were as frizbot as a scolded Ghinka cat. Shh. Hmm? Hmm. [gasps] Arnessk. These ancient Eidolons were not long dead as everyone assumed, just suspended in time for 12,000 cycles. And when we reversed the device that was holding them, back they came into existence. [whispers] Yeah, right after I went swimming with the creature from the Black Lagoon. That sounds exciting. There is no doubt that today's Eidolons are a direct descendent of the ancient peacemaking Eidolons of Arnessk. And? Well, they have a unique ability tied to their physiology, which is latent in our host Eidolons. Why can't their ancestors reignite that ability, thus re-creating the greatest peacemaking race in history? (John) Am I going insane, or is the crazy lady starting to make sense? (Aeryn) Yes, but I thought we were finished. So did I. What happened to "Run first, no questions later"? Scorpius. We wake up, and he finds us before we have our first cup of coffee. This is not our fight. I agree. But as long as there's a war on, everyone's after me, 'cause I'm the winner-take-all weapon guy. You know, every time we get involved-- I know. People die. We out of options? [sighs] This Eidolon education program. What are the odds it'll work? Not good. Not good is the best odds we ever get. [soft instrumental music] ¶ ¶ [ship roars] (woman) The most exciting aspect is the possibility of learning how to influence peace in others. Noble aspiration, High Priestess. We have discussed it amongst ourselves and would be most appreciative if you would transport Pikal and Qaa'ta to Arnessk for an introductory delegation. But we can take many more. As I have repeatedly said. Centuries of hiding do not melt away suddenly, Pikal. We remain skeptical about your motives. [laughs] And that's just on our side. Hmm. (woman) I know a little something of Leviathans and their symbiotic pilots, peaceful to a fault if I recall. To Moya or myself, violence is less than an option. Then I have a simple query. These beings that you ferry, do you trust them? Implicitly. Then I entrust Qaa'ta and Pikal to your care. [Diagnosan speaking alien language] (Grunchlk) Tissue transferal conductor. Um, the doc doesn't got all the bits, but you'll probably find everything you'll need up on your ship, and the doctor will give you detailed instructions. That's unacceptable. He's coming with us. (Grunchlk) No, I'm sorry. The doctor and I do not travel into Peacekeeper territory. We have some previous issues. (Utu-Noranti) Aeryn. This is a simple procedure. My baby is in a Hynerian. It's nowhere near simple. (Utu-Noranti) Of course it is. This part, attaches to Rygel, the other part to you. Before you know it, the baby's transferred. So elegantly designed, anyone can use it. Good luck. What? Where are you going? Not with you. Why not? These Eidolons absorbed a thunderbolt revelation. I know more about their ancient culture than they do. They can benefit from my instructions until you return. Can I do it myself? Oh, uh, no. [speaking alien language] Right. [ship roaring] [ominous music] ¶ ¶ [sighs] What the hell is he doing here? We were invited. Just stay there. I thought this through, John. We need him. I don't like it. Well, blame me. I do blame you. I don't like it. (D'Argo) I don't like it either. We are currently flying through Peacekeeper-controlled space during a war, and he is a command carrier officer. (Scorpius) My most recent commission was commander of a full Peacekeeper armada. Uh-huh, among other things. (D'Argo) He knows all the current pass codes. I'll keep him away. I hope so. Oh, Aeryn, Rygel: off limits. [hisses] [beeping sound] I WAS IN REAL PAIN. MY JOINTS REALLY HURT. SO I STARTED TAKING TWO TABLETS. THEN FOUR. THEN MORE. AND EVEN MORE. ANYONE WITH JOINT PAIN OR ARTHRITIS KNOWS WHAT I MEAN. I WAS TAKING ALL THESE OVER-THE-COUNTER PILLS. AND I THOUGHT... THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT! I MEAN, NO MATTER WHAT MEDICATION YOU TAKE: OVER-THE-COUNTER, PRESCRIPTION... TO BE AS SAFE AS POSSIBLE, YOU'VE GOT TO TAKE IT THE RIGHT WAY. THEN I GOT THE FACTS IN THIS BOOKLET, GETTING PAIN RELIEF SAFELY. IT TALKS ABOUT OVER-THE-COUNTER AND PRESCRIPTION PAIN RELIEVERS. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT OVER 100,000 PEOPLE A YEAR ARE HOSPITALIZED BECAUSE OF THEM. THE BOOKLET ALSO COMES WITH HELPFUL TOOLS LIKE THE PAIN EVALUATOR. AND A CONVERSATION GUIDE I USED TO TALK TO MY DOCTOR. TOGETHER THESE TOOLS HELPED ME FIND RELIEF THAT'S SAFE AND CONVENIENT. FIND OUT MORE ABOUT SAFE ARTHRITIS JOINT PAIN RELIEF. CALL... OR VISIT THIS WEBSITE FOR A FREE COPY. KNOW THE RISKS. GET THE FACTS. CALL TODAY. [Pilot over radio] Good morning, Commander. (John) Morning, Pilot. Moya looks beautiful this morning. How much did you miss us? D'Argo, we've received a message that appears to have been hailing for some time. First Arnessk. I have enough of a fix that we can begin our journey. I'll refine the exact location from Moya's data banks as we grow closer. Excellent, Pilot. Proceed. The message? [John over radio] Yeah, sure, Pilot. Who is it? Apparently the royal palace of Hyneria coming from someone named Bishan. What is really happening there, Bishan? It is this damned war. The Scarrans have already taken our outer territories. Millions are dead. You are a direct descendant of the royal lineage. If our people will unite under anyone, it will be under you. Cousin Rygel, you are welcome to return to Hyneria. You must return. [sighs softly] If Bishan thinks I'll return to a shared throne, he is beyond deluded. [laughs] Ow. You're not going anywhere. You rest. Some mother you're going to make. [Pilot over radio] Shipwide announcement for our new guests. Prepare for starburst, people. [reactor firing] [engine humming] [sonic boom] (Stark) Chiana? Chiana? (Chiana) In here. [voice quivering] Blessed Eidolon, may I enter the room and sully your-- Enough. [grunts] [coughs] What is it exactly around these guys that makes you so frizbot? (Stark) Are you serious? The Eidolons are remarkable negotiators. Scarrans aren't going to be reasoned with. But they will if-- If what? [eerie music] Wow. Is he propositioning me? No. That's a very special gland. Small. In a weird place. It's an antenna to feelings, an inner eye. Am I right, Pikal? Yes. And our history leads us to believe substantially more. It gets bigger? Not that we know. However, it vibrates. Hmm. We used to be able to create an energy field that had a calming effect on individuals, allowing them to see reason. Yeah, but your-- your little limp thing-- you can't do the trick anymore. Unfortunately not. [mumbling in sleep] [snoring] We really gotta get married... now. [Maryk chuckles] She has a good strong kick. Perhaps to remind you that you're needed on the command deck. There is nothing to be done at the moment. You know the situation. Situations change. We are outnumbered, outgunned, and our populace has grown averse to hardship. What are you trying to say? More to the point, what are you not saying? We have now lost every single battle since the start of the war. I seek your opinion on a truce. The Scarrans will accept no truce; only surrender. A surrender, then? When all is lost only. What are the signs, my dear Grayza, that all is lost? A military leader who broaches surrender. [ship rumbling] (Staleek) Crichton has departed the water planet. My contact has provided approximate coordinates to his destination. Fearful flight or purposeful journey? He seeks the means to end this conflict. Wormhole weapon? Unknown. Though he does now have a traveling companion: Scorpius. How well do they guard Crichton? The Leviathan travels unescorted, though Peacekeepers now protect the water planet they have left. Order the remainder of our battle contingent to engage the enemy there. Defeat them, then subdue the inhabitants. And this decimator? To follow Crichton and settle old scores. (John) Any good vibes from the Eidolons yet? (D'Argo) Qaa'ta is suspicious. Imagine finding out your 12,000-cycle-old relatives are still alive. Yeah, I once thought my Aunt Ruth was dead. You can't believe the stuff we found in her closet. Do you think they can do it? I don't know. Think the Eidolons can stop this war? If they can't, we get to find another galaxy to live in. John, between you and me, if this doesn't work-- No, I can't. Oh, for Hezmana's sake, why me? You're a Dominar. It has to account for something. (Rygel) Carry their baby. Marry them off. What next? Let them move in? [sighs] What? You know, forget about it. This is all wrong. Stop. You are ruining-- Hmm? My wedding. [suspenseful music] [John whispers] Honey? What? You're pointing a gun at the baby. [clears throat] [gun clicks] [clears throat] I've traveled with the two of you for quite a while now, known you since you first met. Over the cycles, there were times when it looked like you were going to kill each other. Other times, we couldn't have got you off each other with a Chelsyk fire hose. [giggles] Sounds like a marriage to me. So... upon my pronouncement, may these two be joined as one and evermore let nothing come bet-- oh. [air whooshing] (Aeryn) Move! crash! [gasping] [dramatic instrumental music] Pilot? (John) What the hell is that? [Pilot over radio] We're under attack. I'm draining. [harpoons clinging] You. (Rygel) Huh? Hide. Uh-huh. Reporting multiple harpoon strikes, each with a hauling line. (D'Argo) Can Moya free herself? There are too many. The Tragan ship is already pulling us in. We're still in Peacekeeper territory. Likely mercenaries. (Chiana) What's that mean for us? (D'Argo) Less likely to take prisoners. I've counted at least seven three-man craft coming towards us. They'll attempt to incapacitate Pilot and cripple Moya's vital systems. One way or another, this will be over in half an hour. Scorp, these guys work for the Peacekeepers? (Scorpius) Quite likely. Right, you're with me. I want to hear those pass codes. If the dark lord here can't convince them we're a Peacekeeper vessel, have an outstanding plan B. D'Argo, we'll protect neural cluster. Chiana, Sikozu, go and find Pikal and Qaa'ta, and keep them safe. (Stark) What-- what about me? How best can you help? I can stay out of your way. Excellent. [zapping] [dramatic music] This may not go as smoothly as you'd hoped, Crichton. What? You don't do improv? When I received the signal that you were still alive, my departure from Peacekeeper service was less than sanctioned. Meaning what? (man) You there, hold position. [whispers] We're about to find out. [soft dramatic music] Do you know who I am? Scorpius. I take it that you are sentries for this sector, yes? I wasn't informed you were out here, sir. Nor do you know it now, lest it cost you your life. In special service to the grand chancellor, I order you to release and vacate this ship. That won't happen. And you are? Chief of my vessel. Our orders are to commandeer any ship not broadcasting a Peacekeeper ident. (Scorpius) My mission would be jeopardized by advertising such a beacon. Your mission is more than jeopardized. It is over. Who is in charge here? Whom should I be addressing? [whispers] And who is going to take the blame? Chief, release the harpoons. On Scorpius' authority. [groans] Your command code, Sir? 767 decker halo. Scorpius? It is an honor to meet you face-to-face. [machine blipping] [guns chirping] That's a damn nice set of body armor. Does that come in blue? What the hell did you do when you left the fatherland? Steal the goose that lays the golden egg? Deserted my post. What? For little old me? It's amazing what a man will do when he's in love. oç (EXECUTIVE) WELL THAT CONCLUDES THIS MEETING oç (EXECUTIVE) UNLESS ANYBODY HAS ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD. ACTUALLY, I DO. I'M KIMBERLY. I'M A...I'M A MEMBER. I'M KIMBERLY RINNES AT AOL.COM. I THINK THAT WE SHOULD MAKE THE INTERNET BETTER. I THINK THAT WE COULD MONITOR KID'S CHAT ROOMS, AND IT WOULD BE REALLY SUPER IF I COULD GET A REPORT CARD OF MY KID'S ONLINE ACTIVITY. AND SPAM. I WANT AUTOMATIC SPAM BLOCKING, AND VIRUS BLOCKING, AND POP-UP BLOCKING, WITHOUT HAVING TO DO ANYTHING. AND CUSTOMER SERVICE, HOW ABOUT SOMEONE LIVE 24 HOURS A DAY, 7 DAYS A WEEK, 52 WEEKS OF THE YEAR HUH? (EXECUTIVE) YOU GOT IT. OKAY...THEN. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. (ANNOUNCER) AT AMERICA ONLINE (ANNOUNCER) WHEN ANY ONE OF OUR MEMBERS (ANNOUNCER) HAS AN IDEA TO MAKE THE INTERNET BETTER. (ANNOUNCER) WE LISTEN. HI SWEETIE. BYE! THANK YOU. (ANNOUNCER) WANT A BETTER INTERNET? (ANNOUNCER) YOU BELONG AT AMERICA ONLINE. Pilot, anything you can do to help? (Pilot) Not without killing you also. (John) Hold that thought, and be ready to duck. [guns chirping] Who's taking fire? Huh? Who isn't? Are you all right? [John over radio] Other than being shot at by the electric mayhem, I'm fantastic. [soft eerie music] ¶ ¶ [sound of metal banging] You must stay hidden. And you? Your sensitivity is of much more value when we are meeting our ancestors. It is my function to ensure your safe arrival. But if you-- There is no time to argue. ¶ ¶ Three of them heading parallel to us. (Sikozu) You can see that? I can with my new eyes. [sniffing] [soft ominous music] [whispers] Two. [guns chirping] [groaning in pain] ¶ ¶ [Qaa'ta groans] [guns chirping] Son of a bitch. Pilot, stay down. I can't. Get out of here before Pilot gets shot. (Scorpius) What we need is the release transmitter. Where is that? Over there, with the head Tragan. [exhales sharply] Fine. Surrender or die! [guns chirping] You enjoy this, don't you, Crichton? [soft ominous music] ¶ ¶ You know this species? [groans softly] Then dead is okay. ¶ ¶ [battle cries] [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ [grunting] [sighs softly] You never struck me as the type who would want children. "You either," huh? [guns chirping] [sighs] He wants it so badly, so I do. You'll come around when you see the little guy in person. I hope so. [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ [gun chirps] (John) All right, lover-boy, get ready to cover me. [lasers chirping] [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ [grunts and screams] Are you having fun yet, John? [John grunting] You call that covering fire? (Pilot) No more Tragans aboard. That's good news, Pilot. However, they're still reeling us in-- Because we can't release the harpoons. [Aeryn over speakers] Why not? Because somebody sent the transmitter down the abyss. This transmitter, what does it look like? [Scorpius over radio] A star-shaped medallion. [panting] [cannon fire] [ship humming] [dramatic music] (Aeryn) Pilot? [Pilot over radio] Lines disengaged. We're free. [rumbling loudly] I guess they figured out their captain's dead. (Aeryn) Rygel? (D'Argo) Pilot, can Moya starburst? She will try. [grunts] That's our girl. [reactor firing] [sonic boom] This is not good. Rygel? Rygel? Don't get your knickers in a twist. The baby's all right. [Pilot over radio] I'm terribly upset I failed to detect a Tragan. 1812, pipe down. But I was so preoccupied with other duties, they snuck up on us. That's all right, Pilot. You're a few thousand mistakes behind the rest of us. Pilot, how much is this going to slow us down getting to Arnessk? The answer, Commander, is not at all. [soft instrumental music] (John) Excellent. [ship engines roaring] [soft eerie music] ¶ ¶ Okay, I'm lost. ¶ ¶ Not lost. [suspenseful music] ¶ ¶ thwack! [grunts] Your business? [grunts] Hiya, Jool. You? Me, Crichton. You? Crichton. [muffled voice] You're apparently crazy. Oh, I knew you wouldn't forget me. The more we were apart, the more I knew you'd realize that you were meant to be-- Jool? (Aeryn) Ahem! Aeryn. Jool. (Rygel) Get your own fantasy, driblocks. They're having my baby. Baby? [chuckles softly] [dramatic choral music] ¶ ¶ [Jool whispers] And it goes without saying you show deference and respect. (John) Absolutely. (Jool) Please don't embarrass me. [John whistles] [whistle echoes] (Yondalao) Excellent acoustics, are they not? Perhaps you'd care to lead us in prayer. (Jool) Apologies, Hierarch Yondalao. I was explaining to them-- (Yondalao) So... you are the pilgrims who purport to be our heirs? Not us, just him. We understood all of our descendants to be gone. (Pikal) Though we trace ourselves to your lineage, my people have lost the ability-- but not the desire-- to influence peace. Troubling and exhilarating. I shall confer with the other conciliators and notify you when the matter can be assessed. [Scorpius whispering] I told you this was a waste of time. Myths are rarely satisfied upon examination. (Jool) Hierarch, please. You know me. I know these travelers. They are honorable. Why do you send them away? I do not. I simply require time to examine the issue. (Stark) But with great respect, what is there to examine? Pikal is an Eidolon like you. We have awakened from 12,000 cycles of sleep. What pertinence can we have to your galaxy now? (Stark) But the war. The deaths. The slaughter. Peacekeepers. Do your duty. [Stark whimpering] The horror. [soft dramatic music] [whispers] Sit. May I speak? The Peacekeeper shall be heard. We apologize for invading your sanctuary, and we understand you have reason for caution. But what could be more pertinent in this time-- or any--than the ability to inspire peace? Even if he's Eidolon, how can this one supplicant help that cause? (Aeryn) You are few here, and Pikal's people are many. With your instruction, they could become a great force for peace. Though the Peacekeeper provides sound counsel, I still sustain reservations that must be meditated upon. Peacekeepers, clear the temple. [sighs softly] Can you believe this? Somebody wants us to be Peacekeepers. [gun chirps] Are you assassin? No, I'm just the guy without a brain. The lion here would like some courage. Tin Man, he needs a heart. Toto here just wants an easy birth. And Dorothy here, she is just looking for a way home. Now, we're not going to be here tomorrow, so I suggest you take a long, hard look at our broomstick. He is your heir, an Eidolon. [soft instrumental music] ¶ ¶ ( whistle blowing ) ( dog barking ) - STILL HALFTIME? - All: YEAH! DON'T MISS A MOMENT OF ACTION WITH A GAME BUCKET DEAL FROM KFC. 6 PIECES OF EXTRA CRISPY CHICKEN AND 6 HONEY BBQ WINGS. 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(Rygel) Can we go back to Moya now? I'm starving. In a microt. Go and get Stark. [Rygel grumbles] Is it just me, or is he getting bigger? It's a geometric pregnancy. Please tell me that means we're going to have a mathematician. Soldier more likely. But we will be having it sooner than you think. How sooner? Well, with genetic modifications put into someone born in a battle unit like myself, essentially we're going to be parents in a matter of solar days. [soft instrumental music] ¶ ¶ Is-- [clears throat] W-we don't have a name. Already picked one. Well, what? [speaking alien language] Excuse me? Do you not like it? A boy or girl? Either. It works for both. You just made a joke. Soldiers don't have a sense of humor, John. You'd better have my dinner ready when I get back on that ship, now. [soft dramatic music] [chuckles] Is there nothing they can do? Then order a retreat from Malenco Quadrant. Have commanders spread out and regroup in defense of our nearest outposts. Sir, how have the Scarrans moved so quickly through our forward positions? Because they have been planning this for many cycles, Lieutenant. And you have a design to turn it around? Of course, in due time. [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ crash! [Pilot over radio] Thank you for your assistance, Aeryn. Independent verification of hull integrity is invaluable to Moya and me. It's the least I could do, Pilot. If you'll close the thermal imaging ports, I'll begin cycling to pneumastatic distance calibration, completing our harpoon repairs. Back so soon? Why don't you tell Scorpius that continually asking me will not change my opinion? Peace is still a better option than trying to build a wormhole weapon. Not spoken like a true soldier. It depends on your definition. With all due respect, Aeryn, Crichton is your inferior. So why would you bear his child? You should leave, Sikozu. And I mean off this ship. [computer blipping] I did not mean to offend. When I first met Scorpius, I naturally assumed I was his superior. I have since learned there is a reservoir to his abilities that continually overshadows my own. Same with Crichton. You view Crichton as your superior? No, as my equal. Sikozu, perhaps your under and overestimations of yourself are meaningless. Perhaps you're just meant to be together. [soft instrumental music] (man) ...Tomorrow's invocations. Why, thank you. ¶ ¶ Interesting, these Eidolons. Yup. Tell me about it, Bob. Despite the fable that has grown around them, these Eidolons can only effect peace when combatants are willing to let them get near them. Am I detecting a little professional jealousy? The Scarrans for certain can destroy these peacemakers long before they could get close enough to have any impact. Great, then you won't mind them doing their thing. (Scorpius) Fine. But do yours at the same time. Me making weapons is just a means to your ends. God, what is it you really want, Scorpius? Primacy achieved during peace will always be challenged. However, if ascended during conflict, it can last a lifetime. You want to say that in English? [chirping sound] We've been here too long. I have a highly developed survival sense. It's telling me to leave. [Aeryn over radio] John, there's a Scarran warship closing in on the planet at maximum speed. Stryker or dreadnought? (Sikozu) Something new and much faster. [John over radio] How much time we got? More like how little. D'Argo? I'm on my way to get you now. Hey, where the hell do you think you're going? To remove as much of our presence as possible. The Scarrans will be hard enough on these Eidolons as it is. Don't worry about it. We're taking 'em with us. [dramatic music] (John) Everyone has to go. (Yondalao) That is impossible. Jool, will you explain to him what is going on here? (Jool) He knows. Hierarch, listen. These are not chirpy Saturday morning Sleestacks coming. The decision has been made. The big hand says I don't have time to argue, and the little hand says, Pikal, it is time to go. He is not yet prepared to instruct others. His education must continue. We came here, because we need conciliators. Now, there is an entire planet of his people waiting out there. How the hell are we supposed to bring them up to speed? I will instruct them. Fine. Fine. Jool, you should come as well. I can't. I belong here. [kisses softly] [whispers] Go. You always made the best mistakes. [panting] This is not good. No dren. This frilling thing is supposed to get the baby out of me. I don't think so. Not you. Them. Who them? What? You wan to worry about someone? Worry about me. The Eidolons. What about them? They're good. Give them peace. They're good. Sleep in peace. They're good. Die in peace. [ship rumbling] Why aren't we moving? It's Pilot. The Scarrans are close enough to target us. [Scorpius over radio] Initiate starburst. Moya refuses. Before she has time to power up, we will be hit. Any ideas for a diversion? [Jool over radio] Scarran vessel, The inhabitants of Arnessk are peaceful. We have no weapons and pose no threat. Do you wish to land? What are they doing? Deciding how savage they want to be. Okay, come on. You'll be safe in here. Pilot, we can't just sit here. Moya's got to take the risk. At this range, Officer Sun, it's suicide. Scarran vessel, please respond. Bad feeling. [soft eerie music] Jool, can you hear us? Get away from the temple. Now, Jool! ¶ ¶ [rocket roars] The Scarrans have fired. Evasive. We don't have time. [sonic boom] Son of a bitch. Not us. Jool? [distant explosion] [soft choral music] ¶ ¶ [static hissing softly] [Stark wailing] [man over radio] Crew of Leviathan, you must immediately abandon ship and surrender to the Scarran imperial forces. Noncompliance with this command will result in the immediate annihilation of your ship. We're cursed. Repeat, noncompliance with this command will result in the immediate annihilation-- Everything we touch-- [reactor firing] Prepare for emergency starburst. [laser hisses] [explosion] [grunting] [shattering] [whimpering] Shouldn't I stay here?ç If anyone stays behind, the Scarrans will destroy Moya. Come on. But I'm pregnant. [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ Let's do it. I've cross-connected the power drive and the fuel systems so we can detonate ourselves should we choose. Comforting. D, last chance to bail. (D'Argo) I'm fairly certain they can't pierce Lo'Laan's invisibility shield. But you give us a signal, we'll be there. We hope. [Sikozu over radio] Good fortune. Now get out of the way. [engines humming] Well, when this idiot plan dies, I would say I am the first one you rescue. Ask Aeryn. Rescue Yondalao first. [gasps] Isn't he supposed to be rescuing us? Yeah, how about that? We stride onto the ship, and you convince the Scarrans to smoke the peace pipe. They are a species unfami I must first sense their fears and desires through proximity. You're about to get all the proximity you can handle. Scarran vessel straight ahead. Probe the Leviathan. If you discover any life other than its pilot, annihilate the vessel. [soft eerie music] [alarm sounding] [guns cocking] Oh, I must have overlooked this. Sorry. You lived among the Scarrans. Most of my life. Assisted their dying rituals. Passage to the other side. (Yondalao) Then you know their psyche. As much as possible. Assist me with that knowledge. [sighs] [soft dramatic music] ¶ ¶ Welcome to my flagship. That was a temple you nuked down there. An act of precaution requisite in times of war, as is truth seeking. [loud hissing sound] The Luxan and Nebari who were traveling with you? Gone a short while before we came. [grunts] [Aeryn gasping] Strange. I always assumed his highness was male. (Rygel) A tumor. Not long to live. I would agree. Take the Hynerian to separate barracks. Stop it. Let go of me. I find it troubling that humans and Sebaceans can propagate together-- and intriguing. (Stark) How could you know he was pregnant with their child? The same way I knew to find you here. A traitor? But who? Grunchlk. Ah, they say one traitor can always recognize another. If you hadn't facilitated Crichton's earlier escape, there would be peace now. With you, a supreme ruler? A position I know you dream of, Scorpius. [dramatic music] [gagging] You, John Crichton, are alive for one reason only. I will have the wormhole technology you possess. If not, War Minister Ahkna will pleasure herself torturing the Hynerian and the abomination in his belly. You have one arn to decide. Here. Here. [Scorpius' breath quivering] Options? Without me, Yondalao is not ready. They have Rygel, and the sand is trickling through the hourglass. You can't give them wormhole weapons. They don't know that, and I can give them the middle finger. You don't know what you're doing. I never do. (Scorpius) You... Give them nothing! [coughs] [pounding] (John) Let's make a deal. [eerie sounds] (Chiana) One frontal power source. Two compartments forward, on the last-- the last magnetic relay-- [inhales sharply] We're more intense. It's smaller. And here. That's it. That's it. Excellent. I'll be able to stop 'em cold with three perfect shots. Why three? You usually slay me with just one. Rygel's invited us to Hyneria. [chuckles softly] Thought I could do some work with my hands, plant some prowser food, make some wine. [chuckles] Oh. [clears throat] (John) Hey, Gagzilla, let's get this over with. You have something to give me? Yeah, I got something you don't get very often: the truth. I can't give you wormhole weapons. Then you will die. (John) You're asking for a kilo of pure wormhole technology, which I don't have. But I can take you to the guy that does. In exchange, you give me Rygel undamaged, free and clear. [dramatic music] Give me the coordinates. [grunting] It doesn't work like that. You are immune to the probing. Because I always speak the truth. ¶ ¶ [gasping] [inhales softly] Okay, Here's how it works. We go in my module down a wormhole to the source of ultimate power. It's a two-seater, me and one other. It's the only safe way to get there. The emperor will never go alone with you and your craft. I will accompany him, your eminence. Good to see who wears the britches in a relationship. (Staleek) No. Set a course to rejoin the battle group at the water planet. We shall leave as soon as I return. It's a question of balls. The ball's in his court. ¶ ¶ [sloshing sound] [grunts in pain] [welder beeps] (Yondalao) How did they react? (Stark) Let's see. Let's see. If faced with such a moral choice, the Scarrans would still choose to slaughter innocents. A conundrum how to tap into their morality. I must think. I must think. I must think. Is there progress? A great deal. I will soon be able to influence their passions. Excellent. In the temple, you said, "Peacekeepers, do your duty." What did you mean? I had forgotten that you had forgotten. At the dawn of our period of usefulness 27,000 cycles ago, we developed need of a guard, a race no one had quarrel with, a force to ensure how many prevailed once negotiations had finished. Peacekeepers? Apparently, your forbearers attempted to carry on once we vanished. However, lacking our mediation abilities, they kept peace the only way they could: at the muzzle of a weapon. And that's why they're hated? Oh, it wasn't such at the beginning. We took great care to choose a species no one had met before. We found your kind primitive and barely clothed far removed on the galaxy's outer spiral. But having brought some of you back, your evolution was accelerated with generous alterations until you became our trusted acolytes. [soft dramatic music] [grunting] The emperor wants this one maintained. However, I would consider it a personal favor should he die of explainable causes. ¶ ¶ [continues grunting] [panting] ¶ ¶ [computer blipping] [soft ominous music] I grow weary. We'll stop for coffee on the way back. [computer blips] [flicking] There is a problem? Take your hand off me. You know what you have to do, John. Yeah, I know exactly what I have to do. Well, just crash the module. No more Staleek. No more Crichton. No more Aeryn. No more anyone. You think War Minister Psychodrama is going to be a kinder, gentler soul? Humph, that'll be somebody else's problem. But you would have done your duty. Get your hand off of me. Please, take your hand off me. Get your hand off me. We shall return to my ship. There is no wormhole here. We're catching the 7:15 to enlightenment. It's just a little late. [soft dramatic music] ¶ ¶ I have been informed you plot escape. We are prisoners with no weapons. None here, but perhaps out there. ¶ ¶ I promise you. 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We got a big bubba in 2B. Last chance, John. Veer into the wall of the wormhole. It'll be over fast. Nope, child's got to have a father, Harv. Well, I hope it's a boy. Boy, girl, either; it's fine. [car softly creaking] [whispers] Buckle up. [suspenseful music] ¶ ¶ crash! [music intensifies] ¶ ¶ [wind whistling] Check it out. I'm Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. [grunts] You have violated our trust. He has my family. Unimportant to the greater agenda. They are my greater agenda. Why have you brought him here? Who is this creature? (John) You can call him Einstein. I suggest you do it nicely. [warbling sound] [fizzles] Staleek? [grunts] Staleek, he can wrap time around his little finger. The hoodoo voodoo is not going to work. Einstein, do you possess the knowledge of wormholes? Yes. Can these wormholes be made into weapons? Yes. Then you will give me that power. No. Hang on. I can find a wormhole and fly down one, right? With the rudimentary knowledge we have given you. Can I make a weapon? You cannot. Why not? Because no one should have that power. Exactly. Listen up. This is your universe. This is your universe on wormholes. You mess with the natural order, you destroy multiple timelines. I will have that power! [synthesized boom] Humbling, ain't it? Returning here was wrong. I have to protect the people I love, and you owe me for putting that crap in my head. It may soon be prudent to remove it. Amen. I want to be blond again. [grunts] You truly cannot create wormhole weapons? We should get back before Rygel damages your wife. Absolutely not. Our best opportunity is when-- or if Crichton walks through those doors. We must try to escape. Not without my child. A disagreement passed its time. You should be dead. And how was your day? I saw wreckage on the way in. They killed Chiana and D'Argo. [sighs] [voice wavering] Is Yondalao good to go? (Aeryn) Apparently not. Well, Staleek's going to give us Rygel. 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Hierarch Yondalao, triumvirate council, Eidolon faction of neutrality. There is no such thing as neutrality. You travel with my prisoners, you are a prisoner. Emperor Staleek, you wish power, acknowledgement of your personal intelligence, and to gain acceptance in the upper echelon of civilizations. What do you know of my aims? Only that there are many paths to accomplish them. War is our path. At the peace table, we know how we're viewed: brutish, ignorant. Then what greater victory than to prove them wrong-- and without the loss of a single Scarran... life? [soft instrumental music] ¶ ¶ I am listening. (Maryk) Now you will tell me-- this one human holds such fascination that Scorpius would desert, the Scarran emperor would pursue, and we would all tremble at the power of his magical wormholes. Did you not tell me Crichton was powerless? His doomsday weapon a myth? That was my belief. This moment, however, is not without opportunity. Agreed. Knowing the emperor's whereabouts allows us to negotiate a peace proposal before our position becomes so eroded as to be laughable. Yes, my love, of course. plop [fizzing] It also gives us the opportunity to surprise the Scarran leader and decapitate his empire. A sudden chaos in their ranks might tip the balance. And if that fails? No, I will not be remembered by history as the commander under whom Peacekeeperdom fell. No, my love, you will not. [coughing] Because despite your station, you are weak. [gagging] I say again that which I have said before. Death is preferable to subjugation under Scarran rule. They must be defeated. [ominous music] ¶ ¶ [breathing erratically] How? Chiana. [panting softly] [grunts] Father. [grunts in pain] [dramatic music] Not quite the Luxan greeting, but-- What are you doing here? Right now? Saving your life. Thanks. [gasping] Shouldn't we be running? Our concealment technology is three generations beyond yours. We could pull up beside 'em, and they wouldn't know we're here. So you're in command now? He's our cleaver. (Chiana) Cleaver? Field officer. Which means he's got brains. The rest of us like to fight. What are you doing here? We've been following the emperor for some time now, and then there you were. We gotta take the crown head out, but his ship is pretty well impenetrable. One would think. [soft dramatic music] [computer blipping] (man) Is this accurate? Looks like we can take him out in four shots. [D'Argo and Chiana] Three. Yes, that sounds quite reasonable. (John) Absolutely. We're walking into Federationville here. You cross the Ts. You dot the lowercase Js, and we're good to go. (Yondalao) Emperor, could you review the accord that you wish all of us to agree to? Of course. At the core of the matter is the perception that Crichton can create wormhole weapons. If I propose an armistice to the Peacekeepers-- with Crichton by my side-- they will naturally assume he has bestowed a military edge upon the Scarran empire. Grand Chancellor is no gambler. He would indeed choose peace over a war. He knows he would lose. Being benevolent, I will then propose an accord which favors us in mining rights and trade balance whilst allowing complete self-rule of all Peacekeeper territories. Then I'm out, right? You shall be released upon the signing. (Yondalao) And many lives will be saved by everybody's--- [gun chirps] Do you really wish to broker peace with an enemy you are certain to destroy? What is this? (Yondalao) It is the proper course of action. If your kind has a prayer for the dying, fill your mind with it now, that you may be comforted. [growls softly] [soft dramatic music] ¶ ¶ Oh, he's passing over. The secret of peace is lost. That's not good. Stark, give him last rites. Oh, I cannot. I'm beneath him. Astro boy, you can take his power, protect his gift. Oh, no, I cannot. Stark, you can. You're a Stykera. I've seen you do amazing things when you pass someone over. You take what they know. Help him help us. Quickly, before he dies. No, I cannot. Aeryn, help me. No, no. (Aeryn) Sikozu? [screaming] No, no, no. No, don't make me. [screaming and crying] [high-pitched tone] [sonic blast] thud! My mask. Don't touch me. (Aeryn) Stark? [wild sounds] Don't you touch me. What have we done? I don't know, something good or something very bad. [Rygel screaming in pain] Here, move, now. We're going to have to transfer the baby now. (John) Now? Remember what to do? Yeah, I think so. You stay with him. Where's the transfer kit? Over there. Where? There. Breathe. Gas. (Aeryn) What? (John) You gotta be kidding me. (Sikozu) They're entombing us. (John) Staleek, this is very unoriginal! What does this do? (Scorpius) Paralytic embalming agent. Stark. Preserves living tissue without harming the brain. Scarrans use it on specimens they wish to dissect-- whilst they're still alive. [dramatic music] ¶ ¶ (Aeryn) Stay with me. [hissing] ¶ ¶ Breathe, Rygel. Breathe. You've ruined my life. I know. [circuits zapping] (Aeryn) This war is not your responsibility. (John) How am I supposed to protect you from the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans and the Tragans and the lions and tigers and bears? (Aeryn) This is what you want. This is what you want. (John) No, Aeryn, it is not what I want. It's just that fate keeps blocking all the exits. And no matter what I do, I just keep circling closer to the flame. [fire roaring] Captioning by CaptionMax www.captionmax.com