All language subtitles for farscape_s05e01

You did it, John.

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.

I've got you.

Thank you. Ever so for your kind
assistance.

Always anxious to lend a hand to a
domino. So often I've proclaimed having

belly full of Crichton and Aaron.

Never thought it would be so literal.

What did you call this species again?

This is Crichton. He's called a human.

And Aaron, Sebastian.

Definitely Sebastian.

Rigel, 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.

Guitar, the Leviathan ship has returned.

Their transport pod is approaching.

Order the concealment canopy lowered.

Sir, another deep space contact from
Peacekeeper Strategic Command.

Grand Chancellor Marik.

Again.

Grand Chancellor.

Where the Hezmana, in my orders, did you
find the phrase, preemptive attack?

The Skarans are messing for an impending
onslaught we all know is coming. A

conflict we... 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. 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.

Because of your actions, this current
empire has declared war against us. Do

know what that means?

Stop it!

We are now officially engaged in the
last war of our era.

Congratulations.

Dargo! Jenna!

Your eyes.

I can see again, Dargo.

What happened? How?

He gave me new eyes.

We found one. Yes.

Sorry, can I sign a diagnosis?

What's wrong with him? Nothing's wrong
with him.

He's fine.

Grunchlik, I thought you were dead.

Me?

Hardly at all.

Those crystals are people's

lives.

Stop waving that thing around.

This had better work.

You're lucky to have him, mate.

Diagnosis, they're at a premium.

Especially now that there's a war on.

What war?

The Peacekeepers and the Skarens declare
war against each other.

Do the Peacekeepers know what they're
getting into?

The Skarens didn't give them much
choice.

They were already taking the galaxy by
force.

System by system.

A galaxy -wide war.

The Skaran Vanguard has breached our
defense perimeter.

We've drawn them in sufficiently.

The trap is set.

Captain, initiate the plan. Exactly as I
instructed.

All pilots, deactivate targeting and
flight system.

Copy that.

We fly manual from here.

Fly straight in.

Their targeting telemetrics will be
corrupted at least two degrees on center

the ambient magnetic.

You dare them, please.

Red team, heel close to my left flank.

Blue team, out wide.

Upon signal, execute tiered attack on
lead's garret red noise.

Confirmed.

All armada ships now taking heavy fire,
sir. Only for the moment. Stay in

position.

60 solar days.

Where? Still on the water planet.

Put your weapons down now.

Black eyes? Yes and no. They did help us
put you back together.

Put us back together?

They said it was an accident.

You crystallized.

Crystallized? Last warning.

You said yes. I did.

Sixty days. Any regrets?

No, it's going really well.

Hey, we're going to get married!

Congratulations! Sir, you are 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

escape. But, sir...

We're winning. Without this carrier, all
remaining units... My orders are clear.

Sir, you're asking us to withdraw our
troops, our ships, our... What?

Close hangars. Rig for maximum speed.

He is alive, sir.

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.

He lived in a faraway place called
Earth, which is so far away, you've

heard of it.

One day, when John was out doing
astronaut things, a big blue worm

up and spat him out far into the
universe.

Things were looking grim in Mudville.
Could ever. Till our hero met this

living ship.

Made some nice new friends, and he
hooked up with his dream girl.

We could have lived happily ever after,
but the peacekeepers raped, chased, and

tortured us for years on end.

Fire. And two months ago, we got our
asses shot off again. This time it was

Skaren's big reptiles.

And boy, our living ship limped her way
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

have a baby!

Next thing, me and the future Mrs.
Crichton are having a private moment.

guys fly by. Boom, bop, bing.

Squiggly line, squiggly line.

Crystallize. And it's a few months
later.

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

no offer to surrender.

I want this coward Scorpius and all who
fly with him erased from existence. Aye,

Chancellor. Scorpius has many things,
Marek.

None of them good, but a coward never.

He has initiated this war and then
turned and run. How do you define

Grazer? Grand Chancellor, please
consider my... counsel on this

Hatred of the Skaran is Scorpius' sole
consistent trait.

There is something else.

Perhaps that my orders stand.

Funny how.

Different. Different how?

Like ice cream cucumber different? I
don't know. That's why I'm here.

Everything is going to be okay.

Do you know why?

Because we're done.

We're checking out Finito. Next Ferengi
we see, we run.

No questions later.

From this moment on, my one concern in
my life is you

and our baby.

Are you sure?

What?

Why, 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.

What? What do you mean no baby?

If there was a little passenger before,
it ain't aboard the train no

more.

Doc says you never were pregnant. I was.
She was.

She was. You were pregnant. I was
pregnant. There is no baby, no nothing.

We were in peace.

Rigel said that he got every single
piece off the ocean floor.

Rigel.

It was very thorough. We made sure of
it. Even carried the pieces up in his

stomachs to make sure it didn't drop.

Congratulations, mate. You are a mother.

Oh, no.

It's all right. The wee babe is doing
just fine. Yes, but it's doing just fine

inside me.

This does not happen. Do something.
Hands off me, sir. Oh, whoa.

The fee?

The fee?

He's going up.

You take it out of him and you put it
back in her.

Whatever it takes.

Doc won't do it. Won't? I want this
thing removed immediately.

It's not a thing.

Fine. I want this miracle of life to
fell out of me.

All right.

At the end of the first quadmester,
baby's too small now, fragile.

First, Quadmaster, give me a drink.

Hey, Princess, the gnaws on your
stomach?

Drat. What does it feel like?

You tell me.

Rachel!

Weaver eggs.

I hate them.

Well, apparently babies love them.

Actually, Ryder, what does it really
feel like? Like having a baby. A

A large parasite that's growing.

Okay, what did we do to piss off the
locals?

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.

Of what?

Their fear extends to the point of not
talking about their fear.

Perfect. Well, let's not exacerbate it
by staying any longer.

Dargon. Beyond that concealment canopy
is Armageddon, but we really want to fly

into that right now.

I'll ask them if we can stay.

They're not going to like it.

So what should we do in the meantime?

We get married.

What?

No.

You will make a beautiful bride.

I will see to it.

Empress Dali.

What is it? We have received a deep
space comm cipher. We received tens of

thousands. This is from a most
unexpected source, with a most

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

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.

It's very generous of you to do this for
us. It is the first time I have

presided over the Union of Soldiers.

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.

Aaron's coming!

The bride! The bride! Hey!

Come on!

Okay. Are you relaxed?

I am relaxed. I'm relaxed.

I've heard the key to these things is
being relaxed. I am relaxed. Stand here.

Stand. What about me? You're right here.

What are you doing? No!

No! Fuck!

Is there a particular invocation you
would like me to use?

Yeah.

Dearly beloved.

Dearly beloved.

We are gathered here.

We are gathered here.

Beneath this magnificent...

Peacekeepers. They seem to know exactly
where we are. How? If the concealment

canopy is still in place.

They know because we have been betrayed.

Stark, go with them.

Witchy Poo, you go as well.

Convince them it's not our fault.

Hydra, you've got it with your life.

It's not our fault. It's not our fault.

It's not our fault.

We knew nothing about this. Cook
Brighton will fix it.

He'll fix it, I assure you. Come on, old
woman.

Now, that's familiar.

Why do I know that?

Now!

Eidolons. Your Eidolons.

Yes, we are.

You know who it's going to be, don't
you?

I know who it is.

Bet me.

Come on, B, bet me how much. You're on
your own, my friend.

Hello, 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
Harvey.

No. Invisible sidekicks that only I talk
to get called Harvey. How the hell did

Scorpius find me?

Scorpius?

He 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.

Zavano!

What did you guess?

Listen up, strange love.

I can find wormholes. Sense when they
will open. Push comes to shove. I can

navigate one. But I cannot make a
wormhole. That is true, John. But you do

where to obtain the knowledge.

Don't you take an inch trying to figure
that out, huh?

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,

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 the
peacekeepers are any better than the

make sure you validate your parking 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.

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?

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.

Doggo! Doggo!

Miracle!

Eidolon's jewel!

And this piece!

Okay, what's he talking about?

Eidolons, Jules, Arnesque, 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, their great temple was

destroyed, their conciliators within
murdered, and all outposts of our

slaughtered. Arnesk was the center of
our spiritual power, the site of the

-lost great temple, upon which this very
edifice is modeled.

However, today, Arnesk is a barren and
lifeless world.

Perhaps not.

These images are part of the data upload
transmitted by Jewel before we left her

on our nest.

I have more in the archives if you
require.

Undoubtedly, you will recall.

Except not you, because you weren't
there. It was right after Crichton

that he loved you more than anything,
and you were as frisked as a scalded

and fat as you.

Hmm? Hmm.

Our nest.

These ancient eidolons were not long
dead, as everyone assumed, just

in time for 12 ,000 cycles.

And when we reversed the device that was
holding them, back they came into

existence. Yeah, right after I went
swimming with the creature from the

Lagoon. That sounds exciting. There is
no doubt that today's eidolons are a

direct descendant of the ancient
peacemaking eidolons of Arnesque.

Would 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 recreating the greatest

peacemaking race in history?

Am I going insane or is the crazy lady
starting to make sense?

Yes, but I thought we were finished.

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, because I'm the

-take -all weapon guy. You know, every
time we get involved... I know.

People die.

Are we out of options?

This Eidolon education program.

What are the odds it'll work?

Not good.

Not good? It's the best odds we ever
get.

The most exciting aspect is the
possibility of learning how to influence

in others.

Noble aspiration, High Priestess.

We have discussed it amongst ourselves
and would be most appreciative if you

would transport Pikal and Katar to
Arnesk 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.

And that's just on our side.

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 Katar and
Pikal to your care.

Tissue transferral conductor.

The doc hasn't got all the bits, but
you'll probably find everything you need

on your ship, and the doctor will give
you detailed instructions.

That's unacceptable. He's coming with
us. No, I'm sorry. The doctor and I do

travel into peacekeeper territory. We
have some previous issues with them.

Aaron. This is a relatively simple
procedure. My baby is in a hynerion.

nowhere near simple.

Of course it is. This part attaches to
Rigel, the other part to you. Before you

know it, the baby's transferred. So
elegantly designed, anyone can use it.

luck. Where are you going?

Not with you.

Why not?

These Eidolons have just 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.

What the

hell

is he doing here? We were invited to.
Stay there.

I'll fill this up, John.

We need him. I don't like it. Well,
blame me. I do blame you. I don't like

Well, I don't like it either, but we are
currently flying through peacekeeper

-controlled space during a war, and he
is a command carrier officer.

Actually, my most recent mission was
commander of a full peacekeeper armada.

Uh -huh. Among other things. He knows
all the current passcodes.

I'll keep him away.

Aaron, Rigel, off limits.

Good morning, Commander.

Morning, Pilot.

Moya looks beautiful this morning. How
much did you miss us?

We've received a message that appears to
have been hailing for some time.

First our desk.

I have enough of a fix that we can begin
our journey. I'll refine the exact

location from Moya's data bank as we
grow closer.

Excellent, pilot. Proceed.

Their message?

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 Rigel, you are welcome to return
to Hyneria. You must return.

If Bishan thinks I'll return to a shared
throne, he is beyond deluded.

You're not going anywhere.

You rat.

Some mother you're going to make.

Shipwide announcement for our new
guests.

Prepare for starburst, people.

exactly about these guys that makes you
so false, Bart?

Are you serious?

The Eidlons are remarkable negotiators.

The Scabins aren't going to be reasoned
with.

But they will.

If... If what?

Well... Is he propositioning me?

No.

That's very special.

Small. In a weird place.

It's an antenna to feelings.

An inner eye. Am I right, Pakal?

Yes. And our history leads us to believe
substantially more.

It gets bigger?

Not that we know.

However, it vibrates.

We used to be able to create an energy
field that had a calming effect on

individuals.

Allowing them to see reason. Yeah, but
you're... You little limp thing.

You can't do the trick anymore.

Unfortunately not.

We really gotta get married.

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 Grazer, that
all is lost?

A military leader who broaches
surrender.

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.

Any good vibes from the Eidolons yet?

Katara's suspicious.

Imagine finding out your 12 ,000 cycle
old relatives are still alive.

Yeah, we 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. Do you 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, can you?

I can't.

Oh, for his mother's sake, why me?

You're a domino. It has to count for
something.

Carry their baby.

Marry them off. What next?

Let them move in.

What?

You know, forget about it.

This is all wrong. Stop.

You are ruining my wedding.

Honey. What?

You're pointing a gun at the baby.

I've traveled with the two of you for
quite a while now.

No news 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

fire hose.

Sounds like a marriage to me.

So, upon my pronouncement, may these two
be joined

as one, and evermore let nothing come
between... No.

hide. CRPs are reporting multiple
harpoon strikes, each with a hauling

attack. Can Moya free herself?

There are too many. The Trajan ship is
already pulling us in.

We're still in peacekeeper territory.
Most likely they're mercenaries. What

that mean for us? It means that they're
probably less likely to take prisoners.

I've counted at least seven two -man
craft coming towards us.

They'll attempt to incapacitate pilots
and simultaneously cripple Moya's life.

One way or another, this will all be
over in half an hour.

Peacekeepers? Quite likely. Right here
with me, I want to hear those passcodes.

If the Dark Lord here can't convince
them we're a peacekeeper vessel, make

you have an outstanding plan B.

Dargo, we'll protect Neurocluster.
Tiana, the Kothu, you go and fight for

and Katara and keep them safe.

What about me?

How best can you help?

I can stay out of your way. Excellent.

This may not go as smoothly as you'd
hoped, Ragnar.

What, you don't know him from?

When I received the signal that you were
still alive, my departure from

Beastkeeper's service was less than
sanctioned.

Meaning what?

You there!

Hold position.

We're about to find out.

Do you know who I am?

Scorpius. I take it you are sentries for
this sector, yes?

I wasn't informed you were out here,
sir. Nor do you know it now, lest it

you your life.

In special service to the Grand
Chancellor, I order you to release and

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.

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? And who is going to take the

blame?

Chief, release the harpoons.

On Scorpius' authority.

Your command code, sir?

767 Dekahilo.

Scorpius, it is an honor to meet you
face to face.

That's a damn nice set of body armor. Is
that coming, Blue?

What the hell did you do when you left
the Fatherland?

Steal the goose that lays the golden
egg.

Does that affect us?

What, a little on me?

It's amazing what a man will do when
he's in love.

Hi, is there anything you can do to
help? I'm not without killing you also.

hold that dart and be ready to dart.

Who's taking fire? Who are they?

Are you all right?

Well, other than being shot at by the
elective mayhem, I'm fantastic.

You must stay hidden.

And you?

Your sensitivity is of much more value
than we are meeting our ancestors.

It is my function to ensure your safe
arrival. But if you... There is no time

argue.

Three of them, heading parallel to us.
You can see that.

I can't win my new eyes.

Stay down.

I can't. You have to get out of here
before a pilot gets shot. What we need

the release transmitter.

Where is that?

Over there, with the head crank.

Fine.

Surrender or die!

You enjoy this, don't you, Craig?

You know this species?

Then dead.

You

never

struck me as the type who would want
children.

He wants it so badly.

So I do.

You'll come round when you see the
little guy in person.

I hope so.

having fun yet, John?

You call that covering fire?

No more Tragons aboard.

That's good news, pilot.

However, they're still reeling us in.
Because we can't release the harpoons.

Why not?

Because somebody sent the transmitter
down the abyss.

This transmitter, what does it look
like?

A star -shaped battalion.

We're free.

Whoa. Guess they figured out their
captain then. Rigel.

Pilot, to Moya Starburst. She will try.

That's a girl.

This is not good.

Rigel?

Rigel? Don't get your knickers in a
twist.

The baby's all right.

I'm terribly upset I failed to detect
the Tragen. 18 -12, 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.

Hey, pilot, how much is this going to
slow us down getting to our nest?

The answer, commander, is not at all.

Excellent.

Your business.

Hiya, Jewel.

You. Me.

Crichton, you.

Crichton.

You're very crazy. Oh, I knew you
wouldn't forget me. The more we were

the more I knew you'd realize that you
were meant to be with Jewel.

Aaron.

Jewel. Get your own fantasy drip locks.
They're having my baby.

Baby?

Excellent acoustics, are they not?

Perhaps you care to lead us in prayer.

Apologies, High Rock Yondalao. I was
explaining to them.

So, you are the pilgrims who purport to
be our heirs. Not us.

Just him.

We understood all of our descendants to
be gone.

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

assessed. I told you this was a waste of
time.

Myths are really satisfying upon
examination.

Higher up, 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.

With great respect, what is there to
examine?

The cowl is an Eidolon like you.

We have awakened from 12 ,000 cycles of
sleep.

What pertinence can we have to your
galaxy now? But the war, the deaths,

the slaughter. Peacekeepers, do your
duty. The horror.

May I speak?

The peacekeeper shall be heard.

We apologize for invading your
sanctuary, and we understand you have

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?

You are few here, and Picard'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.

Can you believe this? Somebody wants us
to be peacekeepers.

Are you an 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.

As youth, we open our faces to the
universe, absorbing the joy and

anguish all creatures feel.

Then, upon maturation, we step to the
altar to receive

Hora Dale, the ability to encourage
rationality and

tranquility in others.

Capacity to influence others toward
peace carries great responsibility.

Do you accept this burden for the rest
of your days?

It's going to work. With training, Pakal
and his kind should be able to stop the

war. No wormholes.

Exactly what I was thinking, John
Crichton.

Can we go back to Moya now?

I'm starving.

In a microt. Go and get Stark.

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 into a battle unit

myself, essentially we're going to be
parents in a matter of solar days.

We don't have a name. Already picked
one.

What?

Excuse me? Do you not like it?

The boy or girl?

Either. It works for both.

You just made a joke.

Soldiers don't have a sense of humor,
John.

You better have my dinner ready when I
get back on that ship now.

Is there nothing they can do?

Then order retreat from Alento Quadrant.

I've commanded Spredek regroup in
defense of our nearest outposts.

Sir, how have the Skarens 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.

For your assistance, Erin, 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 pneumostatic
distance calibration, completing our

repairs.

Back so soon?

Why don't you tell Scorpius that
continuously asking me will not change

opinion? He's still a better option than
trying to build a wormhole weapon.

Not spoken like a true soldier.

Depends on your definition.

With all due respect, Aaron, Crichton is
your inferior, so why would you bear

his child?

You should leave Sukozu.

And I mean off this ship.

I did not mean to offend.

When I first met... Scorpius, I
naturally assumed I was his superior. I

since learned there is a reservoir to
his abilities that continually

my own.

Same with Crichton.

You view Crichton as your superior?

No, as my equal.

So, Kothu, perhaps your under and over
estimations of yourself are meaningless.

Perhaps you're just meant to be
together.

What do you think?

Interesting, these eidolons.

Yep.

Tell me about it, Bob.

Despite the fable that has grown around
them, these eidolons can only affect

peace when the combatants are willing to
let them get near.

Am I detecting a little professional
jump? I'll see you.

The Scouts for certain will destroy
these peacemakers long before they can

close enough to have any impact.

Great. Then you won't mind them doing
their thing.

Fine. But do yours at the same time.

Me making weapons is just a means to
your end.

God.

What is it you really want, Scorpius?

Privacy achieved during peace. will
always be challenged. However, if

during conflict, it can last a lifetime.

You want to say that in English?

You've been here too long. I have a
highly developed survival sense. It's

telling me to leave.

Tom, it's a Skaran warship closing in on
the planet at maximum speed.

Striker or Dreadnought?

Neither. Something new and much faster.

How much time we got? More like how
little.

Dargo, 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 scouts will be hard enough

these Icelands as it is. Don't worry
about it.

We're taking them with us.

Everyone has to go.

That is impossible.

Jewel, will you explain to him what is
going on here?

He knows.

Hierarch, listen.

These are not...

Chirpy Saturday morning sleep text
coming. The decision has been made.

You know what the big hand says?

I don't have time to argue. And the
little hand says, Bacall, it is time to

He is not yet prepared to instruct
others.

His education must continue.

We came here because we need
conciliators. Now there is an entire

people waiting out there. How the hell
are we supposed to bring them up to

speed?

I will instruct them.

No, Dren.

This frelling thing is supposed to get
the baby out of me.

I don't think so.

Not you then.

Who then?

What? You want to worry about someone?

Worry about me. I don't want that.

What about them?

They're good gifts of peace.

They're good sleep and peace.

They're good dire peace.

The Skarens are close enough to have
targeted us. Initiate stop.

Moya refuses.

Before she has time to fully power up,
we will be hit.

Any ideas for a diversion?

Skaren vessel.

The inhabitants of Arnesk 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. Moy has
got to take the risk. Pilot? At this

range, Officer Tung, it's suicide.

Skaren Vessel, please respond.

Bad feeling.

Jewel, can you hear us?

Get away from the temple.

Now, Jewel!

of Leviathan.

You must immediately abandon ship and
surrender to the Skaran Imperial forces.

Noncompliance with this command will
result in the immediate annihilation of

your ship.

Repeat. Recur.

Noncompliance with this command will
result in the immediate annihilation of

everything we touch.

Prepare for emergency!

Shouldn't I stay here?

If anyone stays behind, the Scarrans
will destroy Moya. Come on!

But I'm pregnant!

Do it.

I have cross -connected the power drive
and the fuel system so we can detonate

ourselves should we choose.

Comforting.

Dee, last chance to bail. I'm fairly
certain they can't pierce Lola's

invisibility shield, but you give us a
signal, we'll be there.

We hope. Good fortune. Now, get out of
the way.

Well, when this idiot plan dies, I would
say I am the first one you rescue.

Ask Aaron.

Rescue Yonder Laufert?

Isn't he supposed to be rescuing us?

Yeah, how about that? We stride onto the
ship and you convince the Skarens to

smoke the peace pipe.

They are a species unfamiliar to me. I
must first sense their fears and desires

through proximity.

Well, you're about to get all the
proximity you can handle. Skaren vessels

straight ahead.

If you discover any life other than its
pilot, annihilate the vessel.

Oh, I must have overlooked this.

Sorry. You lived among the Skarrans.

Most of my life.

Assisted their dying rituals.

Passage to the other side. Then you know
their psyche as much as possible.

Assist me with that knowledge.

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.

The Loxna Nabari who are traveling with
you.

God.

It's not while before we came.

Strange.

I always assumed His Highness was male.

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
Sabatians can propagate together.

And intriguing. How could you know that
he was pregnant with their child?

The same way I knew to find you here.

A traitor.

But who?

Grunge.

They say one traitor can always
recognize another.

If you hadn't facilitated Crichton's
earlier escape, there would be peace

With you, the Supreme Ruler. A position
I know you dream of,

Scorpius.

You,

John...

Here.

Here.

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.

You!

Give them nothing!

Let's make a deal.

One fight a power source.

Two compartments forward of the last
magnetic relay.

More intense and smaller.

Still to stop him cold with three
perfect shots.

Why three?

You usually slam me with just one.

Rigel invited us to Hyneria.

Thought I could do some work with my
hands.

Plant some prows of fruit, make some
wine.

Hey, Godzilla, 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. You're asking for a
kilo of pure wormhole technology, which

don't have.

But I can take you to God, it does.

In exchange, you give me Rigel.

Undamaged. Free and clear.

Give me the coordinates.

It doesn't work like that.

You are immune to the probing. Because I
always seek the truth.

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. Yeah, it's always good to

see who wears the britches in a
relationship.

No.

Set a course to rejoin the battle group
of the Water Planet.

We shall leave as soon as I return.

It's a question of balls.

Balls in his court.

Balls.

How would they react?

I see, I see. If Faith's with someone...

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 quarreled
with, a force to ensure harmony

prevailed once negotiations had
finished.

Peacekeepers. Apparently your forebears
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.

Having brought some of you back, your
evolution was accelerated with generous

alterations.

Until you became our trusted acolyte.

The Emperor wants this one maintained.

However, I would consider it a personal
favor. Should he die of

explainable causes...

I grow weary.

We'll stop for coffee on the way back.

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 Starlink.

No more Crichton, no more Aaron, no more
anyone.

You think War Minister Psychodrama is
going to be a kinder, gentler soul?

Oh, somebody else's problem. But you
would have done your duty. Get your hand

off 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 715 to Enlightenment.
It's just a little late.

I have been informed you plot escape.

We are prisoners with no weapons.

None here, but perhaps out there.

I promise you, you will never be
reunited with your baby.

I'm sure your mother wished the same
thing.

How brave you are.

Ordinance officer, fire!

The Luxons are like peacekeepers, soon
to be enslaved or dead.

Fire.

You frolic!

Enshrine their souls in their suffering
and guide the passage of Cardago and

Chiana to their place of rest.

Cannot a Luxon survive in space?

Quarter on.

Maybe a little longer.

Scarran brutality surprises me.

They will be difficult to influence.

The Scarran blood that runs through my
veins knows more than you'll ever know,

Eidolon.

The first scent of interference will be
as dead as Dargal.

There is only one path out of this
prison.

We must fight our way out.

This is the source of your knowledge.

That and the back of cereal boxes.

Pinch up your diaper, big boy. The first
time is always the best.

No more.

No.

Module's overweighted. We gotta pick
Bubba in two beats.

Last chance, Joe.

Veer into the wall of the wormhole.
It'll be over fast.

Nope. Child's gonna have a father, Har.

But I hope it's a boy.

Boy, girl, either is fine.

Check it out.

I'm Rudolph the Red -Nosed Reindeer.

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?

You can call him Einstein. I suggest you
do it nicely.

Sleek.

He can wrap time around his little
finger. The hoodoo -voodoo is not gonna

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 fight 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!

Humbly, 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 blonde again.

You truly cannot create wormhole

weapons. We should get back before Rigel
damages your wife.

Absolutely not. Our best opportunity is
when or if Pryton walks through those

doors. We must try to escape. Not
without my child.

The disagreement passed its time.

You should be dead.

Now is your day.

Apparently not.

Well, Stilich's going to give us Rigel.

You've traded ultimate power for an
unborn offspring.

No.

I gave it to him.

You know why?

Because he's such a nice guy.

But the funny thing is, I don't have
anything to give.

So, Janet Thargo, me being chased around
the galaxy for years... Everything!

You're ranting aside.

We still have no way out.

I wouldn't be so sure.

You have to do something.

It's time to transfer the baby.

When I am ordered.

However, I can give you something to
eliminate the pain completely.

Oh, let me cry.

Hurry!

Whose orders override mine?

War Minister Arknar. I had no choice.

You will die when I order it.

Okay.

If the Hynerian had died, my word is
useless.

The Luxon Stealthcraft, I discovered and
destroyed.

The presence of Scorpius, who has
already betrayed you once, and the

ability of these creatures to plague us
with resistance.

Add these up and they should die for our
own security.

Scorpius is a commander in our enemy's
armada.

Officer Sun, a former pilot.

Who knows what information may be
coerced from them? And I say it's not

the risk. Stop seeing Vitubian vipers in
every shadow.

And never countermand my orders again.

Anything to you?

This maintains my portion of the accord.

Beyond this, I promise nothing.

With deference, your eminence. Who are
you?

Hierarch Yondelaar, triumvirate council,
idol on faction of neutrality.

There is no such thing as neutrality.
You travel with my prisoners. You are a

prisoner. Emperor Stalik, you wish
power.

acknowledgement of your personal
intelligence, and to gain acceptance in

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 scaran
life.

I am listening.

Now you will tell me this is one human
hell such fascination that Scorpius

desert, the scaran 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.

It also gives us the opportunity to
surprise the Skaran leader and

his empire.

The 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.

say again that which I have said before.

Death is preferable to subjugation under
scarron rule.

They must be defeated.

Charlie, shouldn't we be running?

Our concealment technology is three
generations beyond yours. We could pull

beside him and they wouldn't even know
we're here.

So you're in command now.

He's our cleaver.

Cleaver? Field officer.

Which means he's got brains. The rest of
us just like to fight.

What are you doing here?

Well, we've been following the Emperor
for quite some time now.

We gotta take the crown head out, but
his ship is pretty well impenetrable.

One would think.

Is this accurate?

Looks like we can take him out in four
shots.

Three.

Yes, that sounds quite reasonable.

Absolutely. We're walking in the
Federationville here.

You cross the T's, you dot the lowercase
J's, and we're good to go.

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,

will naturally assume he has bestowed
them.

military edge upon the Skaran 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. And I'm out, right?

You shall be released upon the signing.

And a great many lives will be saved by
everybody's... Do you really wish to

broke a peace with an enemy you are
certain to destroy?

What is this?

It is the proper...

The mind has a prayer for the dying.

Fill your mind with it now that you may
be comforted.

Oh, he's passing over. The sacred beam
is lost.

It's not good.

Stark, give him last rites.

I cannot.

I'm beneath you. Astro Boy, you can take
his power, protect his gift.

Oh, no, I cannot.

Stark! You can.

You're a secure.

I've seen you do amazing things. When
you pass someone over, you take what

know. Help him.

Help us. Only before he dies.

No, I cannot.

Harry, help me. You. You.

Can you remember what to do?

I think so.

You stay with him. Where's the transfer
kit?

Over there. Where?

There.

Breathe.

Scat. What?

You gotta be kidding me. They're
entombing us. This is very unoriginal.

What's this do?

Paralytic embalming aid.

Preserves living tissue without harming
the brain.

Scattons use it on specimens they wish
to dissect whilst they're still alive.

This war is not your responsibility.

How am I supposed to protect you from
the peacekeepers and the skarens and the

tragons and the lions and tigers and
bears? This is what you want. This is

you want. No, Aaron, 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.