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His name is t'raltixx.

And you brought him on board?

He said he could adjust
moya's electro-magnetics

so that no one would be able to trace us.

Oh, great. So, he's like one of
those mechanics on 60 minutes

who says he's going to
help and then he screws us.

Crichton, we have to do something.

Scorpius has left wanted beacons
for us all over the commerce planet.

What'd you buy?

Dried food rectangles.

That's it?

That's it.

A thousand units of them.

Crackers?

You just bought crackers? —don't start.

I told them to buy something else and
they didn't listen to me. As always.

This is why we only had
time to get crackers.

That's a wanted beacon.

I saw ten of them in the market in the city.

I had to get off the planet straightaway
in case anyone figured out who we were.

Well, it does make a beautiful souvenir,
aeryn.

I'm trying to find a trace signal
to scorpius' location on it,

and that way we can go
the opposite direction.

T'raltixx is ready.

Oh, yes. Um...

Zhaan has decided to test
t'raltixx's device on your module.

Wonderful.
Wouldn't want to use your prowler, would we?

Well, no thanks to you the module
has moya modifications on it,

so we can monitor and verify the results.

The sentra device I made for moya will
be much larger than this, of course.

But it works on the same principle.

It programs itself on the
inverse of the power drive.

I'll need someone to start the module,
please.

Yeah, course you will.

You know, I once bought a set
of knives from this guy on TV.

The cat swore to me that they could
cut through bone, metal, shoes.

Hell, he could cut through my
damn car and still dice tomatoes.

You know what?

He was lying.

Uh, I don't understand.
If you don't wish my services...

Bingo! Give brainiac the fluffy doll.

Please. Softer.

Your, your voice hurts my ears.

Okay. Softer.

I don't want you here.

But they do.

So I'm going to start my engine.

However, I love my module,

so nothing funky better happen to it.

Excuse me.

Be sure to turn the power
drive on for just ten microts.

Ten exactly.

More than that and the sentra
device will overheat and explode.

It just gets better and better all the time,
doesn't it, guys?

One...

Five, six,

seven, eight..

Ten.

Zhaan: Oh, by the goddess, it worked.

See? Nothing happened.

What? What are you all looking at?

My name is John crichton, an astronaut.

A radiation wave hit and I
got shot through a wormhole.

Now I'm lost in some distant
part of the universe on a ship,

a living ship,
full of strange alien life-forms.

Help me.

Listen, please.

Is there anybody out there who can hear me?

I'm being hunted by an
insane military commander.

I'm doing everything I can.

I'm just looking for a way home.

Nope. I don't like it either, but he did it.

My module disappeared, I disappeared.

How is your module? —checked out fine.

I checked out fine.

While vaguely concerned about you,

I'm much more interested in
how this will affect moya.

Look, t'raltixx's device may be our
only way past the bounty hunters

that scorpius is going to send after us.

That may be, but I don't think it's wise

to go to the transformation
yards on this planet.

Besides, you can't build a device out here.
It's too big.

Do you trust him?

You seen him? He's blind.

He's got a big head, but he's blind.

Barring the Yoda factor,
if he gives us any trouble, we lock him up.

But do you trust him?

Hell, no. I don't trust him.

Do I look stupid to you?

No, please, don't answer that question.

Pilot,
you do the long-range scan on the planet.

We send aeryn out in the
prowler to check it out.

We're going to play this thing safe.

I think it's worth the risk.

Changing course now.

My planet is one solar day's
travel beyond the five pulsars.

They're beautiful.

Yes. But I should warn you...

Crichton: Oh, here it comes.

It's... don't worry. It's nothing really.

But, as we travel through the pulsar light
occasionally, it affects lesser species.

Well, define lesser species.

Oh, genetic laborers, ungifted menials.

It's rare that it would disturb
beings of your sentient stature.

And what exactly does this light
do to those lesser species?

Slight impairment of judgement.

Some wooziness, perhaps.

And that's it?

That's it.

The effects are minor and temporary.

Anybody feel anything?

Nope.

No.

I do.

Oh, I feel good.

The light.

Oh, great.

Two fingers.

I thought you were blind.

I am,
but my other faculties have compensated.

I have developed an internal radar of sorts.

I may never be able to read a database

but I can sense motion and avoid most drds.

Hang on a sec.

Pip, whatcha doin'?

Well I'm having sex with
three hynerian donkeys.

What does it look like?

How come you weren't up in command?
Didn't you want to see the pulsar lights?

I've seen everything the universe has,
chrichton. Don't worry.

I was listening. The light won't affect me.

Are you saving some?

What?

Crackers. What you're stuffing in your face.

Are you saving some for the rest of us?

Oh, well, there's plenty more.

Right.

What was all that about?

He thinks I'm stealing food.

He thinks I'm taking more than my share.

And are you?

No.

Look, we got to talk.

What was wrong with that one?

Uh, too noisy.

My ears detect sounds well above your range.

Is there anything further
from the engine core?

Fine. I'll take you down another tier.

What are you doing?

Finding t'raltixx a place to bunk.

Well, he's not coming in here.

He wouldn't want to go in there, cranky

all of his senses are heightened,
including his nose.

You might kill him without intending to.

Oh, but, you know, you might want
to get back to the center chamber.

Why?

No reason. Just, uh...

Chiana's eating all the food.

That guy eats and craps his
body weight twice a day.

I see. Hmm. Yes.

Reward for the capture of John crichton.

Reward for the capture of John crichton.

John crichton. John...

What have you done?

I haven't done anything.

There's obviously a burn
glitch in the transmission

and I'm just trying to see if
there's any more data on it.

Like what?

Like, uh, I don't know.

Like, why don't you leave me
alone and go and sit in the sun?

You wouldn't tell me, would you?

Tell you what?

If there was another message on there.

Say, a personal message from scorpius,
offering you a pardon for turning us in?

Do you have to be so frelling annoying?
I'm trying to work here.

Crichton: Zhaan, where are you?

I'm up in the maintenance bay, John,
about to have a fight with aeryn.

Don't do that.

Remember what t'raltixx
said about the pulsar light?

That's right. He said it...

It affected lesser species.

That might explain her behavior.

Get down here.

It's your turn to babysit t'raltixx.

You brought his fuzzy ass on board,
and he's driving me nuts.

Are you sure you're all right, John?

I'm fine.

Just get your big, blue butt down here.

- What are you doing?
- Hmm?

Nothing. I'm-I'm just...

What are you doing?!

Crichton.
Crichton said chiana was stealing food.

Oh, so you decided to get here first.

The little Malik will eat anything
that's not maggot covered.

Obviously, so will you.

Huh.

Chiana told me that you
would start to Rob from us.

But I'm not. It's that bitch. It's chiana!

She's not the one eating here.

But if you want your crackers so badly...

I'll give your eminence crackers.

Let go of me!

You wanted crackers?

We've got plenty.

You see?

Now eat!

You've got three stomachs, remember.

One of them must be empty.

Stop! D'argo!

Pilot?

Yes?

I think there's something wrong with zhaan.

She seems to be in some kind of trance.

Is she smiling?

Yes, I think so.

She's probably just
enjoying the pulsar light.

She's a plant.

Put her in the light, watch her smile.

May I ask you one more thing?

Yes?

Crichton and the rest on moya.

Do you like them?

You know, I don't think I do like them.

I thought as much.

Chrichton: Pilot? Pilot?

Yes. —where are you?

We've been comming you for half an Arn.

- Why didn't you pick up?
- I didn't hear.

There must be something
wrong with your signal.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Have you noticed
anything different around here, shellhead?

In case you haven't,
let me be the first to inform you

that people are starting
to act a little strange.

I want you to run a spectrum analysis to
see what's in the light to cause this.

I'll run a scan.

Thank you so much.

Chiana: Aeryn, just give me a look.

Aeryn: Will you stop it?

What are you hiding?

Oh, come on.

Let me see it.

If there's nothing on there,
then show me the whole message.

Back off, chiana.

Oh, sister.

I think maybe you should back off.

Zhaan told us you...

Crichton: What the hell is going on here?

Nothing.

She won't play me the message.

There's a hidden message on there
and she won't show it to me.

She's out of her frelling mind;
There's nothing on there.

- Show her the message.
- What?

Show her the message.
If there's nothing secret on the beacon

then show her the message and
she can get the hell out of here.

Wait a minute.

Why do you want me to watch it?

Oh. What's on there you want me to see?

You know what? Aeryn's right.

You're freakin' insane.

Thank you.

What's going on in here?

Go back to your mountain, grizzly.
You're not wanted here.

They're up to something.

They are. They're working together.

First of all they don't
want me to watch the beacon

and now they want me to watch the beacon.

I, uh,
I could give a squirrel's nut what you watch.

Why won't you show her what's on the beacon?

You get your hands off of me!

Oh, I don't think so.

Crichton: Aeryn.

D'argo.

What the hell are we doing?

Look at it.
We're fighting over lousy crackers

and secret messages that don't exist.

You know, we were never normal, guys.

Someone want to tell me what's happening?

Sorry, John.

Chrichton: That's all right, champ.

Just as soon as we get past the pulsars,
everything will be back to... normal.

I hope so.

And, chiana,

feel free to take a look
or not to take a look.

I really don't care.

Yeah.

That's right.

I'll... I'll do what I want to do.

Great. Okay.

You know, I was only trying to be polite!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. You?

I'm good.

Oh, yeah.

You're real good.

Pilot?

Pilot!

Don't make me come up there.

Pilot?!

Crichton: A little. You said a little.

You said the pulsars might
affectjudgment a little.

I'd say that this is a
little more than a little.

Well, I'm sorry.
I've never heard of the pulsars

affecting sentient beings so drastically.

How and why is it not affecting you?

I think it must be my blindness.

No one's sure why but the light disturbs
optic neurons and triggers distrust.

I have no neurons, thus no distrust.

Just enjoy it, John. Enjoy it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Have another one, blue girl.

Ionic radiation gives her photogasms.

Unless she's faking it.
They can do that, you know.

Hey, zhaan, you faking it?

No. Oh, no.

Well, perhaps we should turn back.

My device is not worth risking any of you.

Shut up!

We are not turning back.

I want moya to stay right
here and go round in circles.

There's no point, is there? Turning back?

We're already halfway
through the pulsar field.

So the affects should
start diminishing soon.

One would hope so.

They better.

Rygel, I know you're down here.

Let go of me!

Did d'argo send you to finish the job?

Be quiet.

I'm not going to hurt you, yet.

But I don't want anybody to hear us,
so shut up.

No, I don't like you, rygel.

I think you're a coward and a zannet,
but maybe that's why I can trust you.

You'll be too much of a coward to betray me.

I trust you, too, aeryn. —shut up!

Now I've got a plan and I need somebody
to watch my back against the others.

Do you want to volunteer?

Chiana:
Aeryn's definitely hiding something from me.

There's something else on that beacon.

You think she's trying to contact scorpius?

Through the beacon.

She could be trying to turn us in.

Working with crichton.

I'm not sure.

The only way to protect ourselves
is to get off this ship.

Chiana, we...

You deal with it.

Hello, d'argo.

What do you want, zhaan?

More light.

Are you working with crichton?

What are you talking about?

Leave me alone.

Zhaan?

She's definitely working with crichton.

Definitely.

I'm onlyjudging on my experience with you,

but I've never seen such
a deficient species.

Have you run the scan
on the pulsar light yet?

How do humans make it through a cycle,
even half a cycle without killing each other?

We find it difficult. Have you run the scan?

You have no special abilities;
You're not particularly smart,

can hardly smell, can barely see,

and you're not even vaguely
physically or spiritually imposing.

Is there anything you do well?

Watch football.

Have you run the scan?

Nobody trusts you, crichton.
Do you know that?

Sometimes they pity you
because of your incomp...

Mama always said,
if you want something done, do it yourself!

Don't touch my console.
—you want to talk about incompetence?!

Go away! —moya would dump your ass off...

I told you not to touch...

I warned you.

Pilot, what the hell's happened to you?

Nothing's happening to me.

Can you see the light?

What are you talking about?

The pulsar light.
Does it physically come in here?

No, my readings of it are registered
registered on moya's database.

So you can't actually see the light.

So why are you being affected by it?

I'm not. Now get out.

I've been in the light!

Zhaan's been in the light, but...

Hey, guys, I think I'm on to something.

Stay back.

We're only taking our equal share of food.

I'm just trying to...
—if he comes any closer, shoot him.

Look, don't make me crazy, okay?
It's hard enough trying...

People have been stealing food,
so we're only going to take...

I don't care about crackers.

We do.

We want... —food.

Is that what this is all about?

Is that it?

Okay.

Then where's my ice cream?

What?

Where's my ice cream?

Savage,
I know almost every food in the galaxy...

Where's my damn ice cream?!

I have no idea what "izes greem" is.

Is that it, sparky?

Gonna take the road well travelled?

Going to play dumb?

I scream, you scream,

we all scream for ice cream.

Baskin Robbins, Ben and Jerry's, good humor.

What's your favorite?
Creamsicle or fudgesicle?

Pilot: T'raltixx, where are my drds?

There are none up here.

I'm sorry, pilot, I should have told you.

I need their help.

For what?

For the darkness.

It hurts my eyes and makes me blind.

I need to make light, pilot.

Bright light.

What are you doing in there?

Don't be alarmed.

I'm just altering moya's
bioluminescence for a few moments.

It won't hurt her. Trust me.

Idont

the rest of your crew. Do you trust them?

What?

Do you trust them?

I... I don't know.

Do you need the rest of
them in order to function?

No.

They get in the way more than help.

I suspected that.

I can help you, pilot.

If you help me, I think I may have a
proposition that you will find agreeable.

Goon

d'argo: Hurry up.
You're not moving fast enough.

Then why don't you get off
your fat ass and help me?

Did you kill zhaan?

No.

No, she was walking around
all sapped out so I, uh...

Now, she was reporting back to you,
wasn't she?

Crichton: Gilligan and Mary Ann.

Maybe you're ginger,
I'd have to see you in a wonderbra to know.

Where are you guys taking the minnow?

We're just getting off moya.

In my module?

I don't think so.

Afraid it needs this to fly.

And I've disabled the hangar doors,
so no one is getting off the boat.

He didn't care about zhaan.

What?

Uh...

D'argo, he, um, hejust left her here.

Yeah. —you said she was working for him.

She was. She, um...

Oh, she was? Stay back!

No, chiana, I... —no, you stay back.

Um...

I'm not planning on stealing your food,
rygel.

I know that.

Well, then stay alert while I do this.
We need some bargaining power...

Oh, stop plaking. I'm watching your back.

Oh, brilliant.

At this rate, then I'll survive, what?

An extra two microts?

If you don't watch it, bitch, I'll jump
back into an air duct and you'll be...

Right. Run away, as always?

I never run away. I...

Strategically maneuver.

Really?!

Crichton: Here's Johnny!

Hiya, honey.

Go away.

Hiya, kids.

What's going on?
This a French revolution type of thing?

Stay out.

Listen, I might be crazy.

Could be.

But I got a plan.

What do you say, we all put our guns down?

We'll lock them in the closet.
That way nobody gets hurt.

No.

Honey, please.

Aah!

Next time you'll be a crouton, crichton!

Crichton: Pilot? Pilot?

Something the matter, crichton?

It's the damn peacekeeper bitch.

She's barricaded herself in the command.
I think she's trying to take over the ship.

I'm aware of her actions.

Crichton: Shut her down.

Lights, power, all of it.

I'm sorry, John, I cannot do that.

What?

Pilot?

Pilot!

Got a bit of a problem, commander?

Well, now you've got one more.

'Cause the only way you're going
to get my weapon is if I'm dead.

Look at what you're doing.

What?

Look.

Yes, you're right.

You're so right.

He's absolutely right.

The power setting's too low.

Thank you! So much better.

You missed!

Crichton. Named John crichton.

- What you doing?
- Named...

John crichton.

Whoa! Oh, no, no.

Hey, missy.

Why you messing with that beacon?

Oh, hey, Johnny.

Well, I'm not messing with nothing.

Uh-huh.

Named John crichton.

Oh...

They just don't get it.

They don't get it, scorpy.

They don't get how crazy they are.

You're right, John.

They don't get it.

They don't get how crazy they are because...

Because they stole the crackers.

Mmmm.

You'll never be able to take over moya.

Pilot won't let you.

I have disabled his ability
to spy on us up here.

We just have to hope that
the others keep him busy.

Hope? Your great plan depends on hope?

What if pilot pumps poison gas in here?

We have to risk it, don't we?

In any assault a solider has to take
chances and attack the nerve center.

Shut up.

I don't need a grunt to give
me a military assault lecture.

I wrote military assault lectures.

You? The only thing you've ever
assaulted is a plate of food cubes.

Now shut up.

And remember that cracker, that older kid,
Howie Lewis, who beat you up?

You were just 12.

It took months, but you got even.

And you poured sugar in poor Howie's Harley.

Howie had no idea it was you.

Yes, yes.

Revenge is a dish best served cold
and you like revenge, don't you?

Shut up!

I hate it when villains quote Shakespeare.

They're coming to kill you, John.

We'd better get ready.

I need more light.

I'm already boosting in three
additional core channels.

I need more! Please, pilot.

You save me then I'll save you.

Save me from who?

From the others. Don't you understand?

They're plotting against you.

You may not trust me, but believe me,
trust them much less.

Boosting in two more core channels.

Drop it.

Oh, go ahead.

Try it, medusa. Try it.

Down, boy.

Roll over.

Good boy.

Goon

kill me.

Go on, John, do it!
Then we can go to the beach.

I know a place with naked sebacean
girls and Margarita shooters.

Go away, scorpy.

You're not real.

Uh-uh...

What?

What?

Am I being... irrational?

Oh.

Well, have a little pain.

Go on, finish him.

Finish him.

Then we can go to that little
eye-talian joint I know.

I don't like...

Eye-talian.

Don't be a coward.

Kill him.

Not me, him!

D'argo?

Zhaan?

Hi, baby.

Crichton.

Don't. I... I can help you.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm still aching from the last time you
"helped" me.

What a slut.

Is this why your family abandoned you?

'Cause you'd spread them for anybody,
anytime?

John, please. Please don't.

No, 'fraid not.

My little black book is all full.

John, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Show a little bit of Patience.

Tie her up.

Then we can save her for dessert.

Kill the others.

Then we can have a little
bit of fun with her.

Nice.

I like that idea.

Hurry up.

Do you hear him?

Hurry up. Crichton's coming.

You're going to sell me out,
aren't you, when he comes?

Huh?

You're going to switch sides.

No.

You're lying. You know how I know that?

Because you always lie.

You have no integrity, you have no honor.

You cheat, you steal, you lie.
You stuff your face!

That's you!

Hell, hell, hell.

This is becoming a problem you're
gonna need professional help with.

First you betray the peacekeepers

and every vow you've
made since you were born.

And now poor sparky here?

Tell me, Princess, when you're old and fat

will you have anything to
look back on with pride?

Is that it? Oh, don't stop.

Why don't you make another speech,
you self-important, deficient little man.

All you ever do is talk!

Your father was the hero, you know.
He did things.

You, you're just a test monkey that
screwed up your first experiment.

That is good!

Yeah.

That is fantastic!

Coming from a frigid,
flat—butted, peacekeeper skank.

Kill her.

Then we'll have pizza.

And Margarita shooters.

Go on, John. Kill her.

Do it. Do it.

Nobody...

Has margaritas...

With pizza.

You're out of your mind, John.

I know.

Are you cracking up, little man?

Hello?

I'm okay. Aeryn, listen to me...

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I am tired of having to
always listen to you.

Aeryn, listen...

I just shot scorpius.

Shut up.

You're wrong, you know.

When I'm old and fat...

When I'm old, there is one thing
I'll look back on with enormous pride

and that is killing you.

Aeryn, he wanted me to shoot you.

Damn!

Dren!

Have you got any spare cartridges?

Hiya, kids.

Let me go. I command it, you miserable...

Oh, no one's going anywhere,
not even to Disneyland.

Not before we all have
the breakfast of losers.

Oh, look, everybody, sunshine's awake.

Renaldo!

Oh, even on a flesh wound.

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

That must hurt.

Sorry.

Now that we're all here and so happy,

do you think we can all get
along for three microts?

No.

No?

But d'argo, I need you to understand

that crackers don't matter.

Whoo!

Have I got your attention now?

Good.

So, class...

Today's assignment is... anyone?

Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?

A brand-new car!

No, it's t'raltixx.

T-apostrophe—r—a-i- t-i-double x.

T'raltixx.

Since it came on board,
we've been fighting about everything

including these.

Now, I've been acting twisted as well.
Still am.

Been seeing scorpius like he's
guest starring on Hawaii five-o.

How crazy is that?

But I realized something.

Friggin' nuts that I am,

it's not the pulsars affecting me.

Look, if you want me to believe
anything you're saying...

Shut up!

Chiana: Frell you!

We are past the pulsars.

So how come we're acting even crazier?

Zhaan?

Stop bothering me, I'm busy.

Yes, yes, yes.

Private moment number 344.

Tell them.

You tell them.

Zhaan.

When I was near t'raltixx, I was more
affected than when I was in the light.

He... he made me feel...

Enough.

Go for 345.

So, I have...

As much as I hate to do this... oh god!

I have to ask for your help.

No.

Wrong answer.

I'm at system's overload.

I need more light.

But why? I'm not sure if I can.

More light!

All right.

Can you feel it, pilot?

All of moya is beginning to glow.

I am magnificent!

Look, I want you to look
at what he's doing to moya.

Look at the walls!

They're glowing.

Look.

Why?

Why would he want us to
fight amongst each other?

He wants us out of the way
so he can create light.

I noticed between pleasures he
has hundreds of drds working.

The sluice chambers are glowing.

I think it's time that we
paid this creep a visit.

And kill him.

Undo me.

Can I trust you?

No.

At least you're honest.

Now...

Unless you plan on actually
pulling the trigger,

don't ever pull a gun on me like that again.

I was making a point.

So was I.

Don't.

Stop it. Focus here.

Okay.

T'raltixx said that we're attacked
through our optic neurons.

That's how he's getting to us.
But I can deal with it.

You just gotta find a way to keep
the light and the heat off me

and I'm going to go in and kill him.

You?!
We're not sending you in there after him.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm the only around
here keeping it vaguely under control.

Says who?

Says me, buckwheat.

You are no warrior. I will kill t'raltixx.

No, you will not. I will.

- You're wounded.
- No way.

I want the first shot.

Look at you two bozos.

You'd kill each other before
you got anywhere near t'raltixx.

He's right. He's got to do it.

Why?

Oh, don't you get it, furball?

Look, crichton's the only one not affected
by t'raltixx 'cause he's deficient.

Who you calling deficient?

You!
You've got the worst eyes out of all of us.

That's why your optic nerves
aren't being affected.

I got great eyes.

They're better than 20-20 and they're blue.

Okay, so, can you read the
symbols on the basin over there?

There's nothing there.

"Warning...

"Don't flush corrosives...

Down the waste tunnel."

Mmm.

That's all right. That's a joke.

Aeryn: Excellent.

If we're going to let
blue eyes save the day,

we better come up with a very good plan.

I'm not deficient.

I'm superior!

Humans are superior.

What the hell is this?

Heat-deflecting paste.
You'll burn up in there without it.

Smells like puke.

I pre—digested it to increase its potency.

It's puke?!

We're going to have to move
fast. All of moya is glowing.

I hate these goggles. They look like crap.

Stop whining. You sound like a zelmad.

They're the only thing that are going
to stop you from going blind in there.

Probably will, anyway. Here.
This may be of use to you.

I made from a piece of my prowler,
and it will withstand a zacian laser pulse.

Thank you.

Solar reflective flare wrap.
Pull it on tight.

Does this strike any of you superior
beings as a little bit ironic?

Chiana: What?

That I'm the deficient one and
I'm still saving your butts.

Chiana: Bend over.

We soaked it in zhaan's bile
paste for as long as we could.

Great.

I look ridiculous, don't I?

Rygel: Don't worry.

This is t'raltixx's disappearing device,

so it won't matter how ridiculous you look.

We are going to die.

We've attached you to the
module in the transport hangar.

Fire the drive up for ten microts, no more.

No, mippa pippie, I do not want to blow up.

When you get in there, cut off as many
of the power conductors as you can.

That should reduce his strength so that you
can then get close enough to kill him, alright?

Right. Damn, it's bright in there.

You ready?

Now, rygel. Only ten.

Yes.

Is it working?

It's working. Go, John, go.

There's someone in here, pilot.

I see no one.

Five... six...

No!

What are you doing, pilot?

Nothing.

My light!

Nine... ten.

Eleven... twelve

stop!

Crichton! Ahh!

Crap!

You can't stop me, crichton.

I have the light.

But humans are superior!

You're too weak, crichton.

I will kill you!

I will get the light
and take over your ship.

And murder you all!

Give me the light!

The light!

I need more light!

Light 'em up!
—you cannot stop me, crichton.

Go on, kill me.

Well, there are thousands just like me.

We will find another
leviathan to make our light.

And when we do, we'll spread like a plague!

We'll rise from our
dormancy and kill you all!

I told them it was a mistake
bringing you on board.

Pilot: I have talked with everyone else.

All I can say is I'm terribly sorry.

T'raltixx somehow brought
out the worst in me.

I think he brought out the
worst in all of us, pilot.

Yes.

Your apology is accepted.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

I, uh...

I am ashamed of what I did.

I thought you were going to kill me.

I'm sorry, rygel.

Can you forgive me?

No.

Not yet.

That did it.

Damn, that was heavy.
How'd you move it by yourself?

Hmm? Oh, I don't know, I just did.

Chiana: Some of the things you said...

Yeah, look, I'm sorry, really.

Oh, no, no, look, don't apologize.

I was impressed.

How did you come up with all that crap?

I don't know, pip, it was just there.

Did I... did I say anything awful, chiana?

Chiana: You don't remember?

Zhaan: No, t'raltixx triggered such a...

An intense reaction in me
I blanked everything out.

Whoa, I wish I could do that.

Chiana: No, no, zhaan.
Look you were the best out of all of us.

You looked like you were
having a great time.

Listen, uh...

Anything I said, I, uh...

I... I know.

Me, too.

Humpty dumpty sat on the wall.

And all the kings horses
and all the kings men...

Hey, zhaan...

How do we take it all back?

I don't know.

Yeah.