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[HIGH-PITCHEDWHINE]

- What's wrong?.
- That sound... I keep hearing it.

- Hypertension.
- A sort of tone oscillation.

- I heard it, too. But it was very faint.
- Very probably.

These exercises of yours, Cally,
do not appear to improve the temper.

Blake, I've just been checking on Del-1 0.
It's an ultra planet,

fantastic mountain scenery,
and the gravity's so low you can practically fly.

- Switch to manual.
- Confirmed.

Also the galaxy's richest known source of
Vita particles. It's paradise.

- Resume automatics.
- Automatics are confirmed.

Ever been to Del-1 0 before, Blake?.
Blake?.

No, Vila, I've never been to Del-1 0 before...

I'm in need of a dose of the Vitas,
as are we all.

Zen, destination time to Del-1 0?.

Del-1 0 course aborted.
New course.

Destination asteroid PK-1 1 8.
Arrival: 1 8. 55.

- What?.
- Del- 1 0 course aborted...

All right, I heard, I heard.
I just don 't believe it.

- Hey, where's Blake?.
- Why?. What's wrong?.

This course change, that's what.
We're heading for some nowhere asteroid.

- Del- 1 0.
- Not anymore. Blake's just switched.

- He what?.
- Blake!

- What about Del- 1 0?.
- And what about the Vita particles?.

- They can wait.
- Well, why this asteroid?.

Zen, details of destination.

Asteroid PK-1 18 has diameter
of 0. 1 02 spacials.

It was removed from serial orbit five
years ago for Heurite ore extraction.

Mined out in two years
and discarded in Beta region.

Life support systems installed by mining
company presumed still functional.

- Presumed?.
- Blake, what about Del-1 0?.

Why are we diverting to some discarded rock?.

Any reason, Blake, or simply a whim?.
A guessing game, perhaps?.

- Priority mission.
- Whose?.

- Why?.
- Objective?.

- I command this ship.
- Do you indeed?.

- You lead. We don 't take commands.
- You've always explained, given reasons for things.

- When he had any.
- This time I choose not to.

- But, Blake, if you...
- For once just try trusting me.

- What is this priority of his?.
- Exactly.

He's used a number of ploys
to get his own way,

but "Just try trusting me"?.
That's weak even by his standards.

- But why?. Is he sick do you think?.
- What?.

- Space fatigue?.
- No symptoms of hallucination.

Well, he's certainly not normal, not even for Blake.
Let's find out. Come on, Cally.

Distant Voice:
Renounce, renounce...

No, never. The cause of freedom...

-False, an illusion.
- No. Freedom. The right to free, the right...

- The right course is Federation.
- Federation?. No, the right...right!

Cally, what's wrong?.

- Renounce dissidence. Renounce Freedom Party.
- Renounce.

- Renounce dissidence.
- Renounce.

- Renounce Freedom Party.
- Renounce.

- Blake.
- Renounce!

- Easy, easy!
- Renounce!

- T ranquiliser pack!
- Renounce!

No more nightmares.

You can sleep now.

You could follow
more of that than I could, yes?.

Well, the dreams seem to involve
some sort of persuasion process.

Another name for it is indoctrination.
It's enough to give anyone nightmares.

- "Renounce, renounce..."
- Also something about a "Freedom Party".

Well, that's what they called themselves,
the group that Blake joined up with.

And then he did renounce them.

But not before he had been subjected to the
brainwashing that he is now experiencing in his dreams.

But what's this got to do with the asteroid?.
He wasn't asleep when he rerouted us.

Maybe that's not related.

Well, Jenna, remember there was
something else, earlier, in the rest room.

- Complaining of some sort of noise.
-A sort of tone, he said.

- Oscillating. It was there again just now.
- As a part of his nightmare?.

-Yes, I think so.
- And he heard it just before he rerouted us, right?. Zen.

What are you doing?.

If the tone is in some way related to the dream,
we must change course back to Del Ten.

- No, Avon, try Orac first.
- For?.

A fuller diagnosis.

- This is the sensor link
- What now?.

Wait for the tone.
Switching into audio.

[SENSOR TONE]

-Is that it, the tone?.
- Yes.

Orac, what do you make of it?.

Records show audio frequencies related to this
range are commonly used by crimino-therapists.

Of course,
as trigger signals for hypnotic states,

used to condition convicted
offenders for memory revision.

And they would hypnotise them with a combination
of drugs and one of these trigger signals.

After a little while, a few days,
they would no longer need the drugs,

the signal itself would be
sufficient to keep them under.

So could Blake be somehow hypnotising himself?.
He goes to sleep, he dreams, he hears the tone, and...

...and then he awakens under the influence.

It doesn't make for the most
dependable of leaders, does it?.

Random course changes
to random asteroids.

Orac,
can this trigger signal be cancelled out?.

- Emergency treatment data recommends dual therapy.
- Dual?.

- Of course, with another human being.
- What?.

Who must remain conscious so as to monitor
approximation to stress threshold.

- You, Cally.
- Very well.

- Suggest Jenna.
- Me?. Why me?.

-Closer origims.
-Well, I'm not all that alien.

Come over here, Jenna.

Heartless calculator.

- That's just the problem: no heart.
- Put your head back.

Don't I even get a tranquilliser pad?.

The object of this exercise is
that you remain conscious.

Then you can tell
us when he is getting near.

- Getting near what?.
- Threshold.

- Of insanity you mean.
- Don't overreact.

- Remember, this is for your beloved leader.
- I hope Blake appreciates this.

Renounce. Renounce!

Renounce what? Tell us what.

- Freedom. Freedom Party.
- Your party. You formed the Freedom Party.

- No. Guilty. Guilty.
- Guilty to all charges

Sentenced to confinement,
penal colony Cygnus Alpha, for life. Life...

No.
Must speak, must listen to me. False. False!

False what? False evidence?
False trial? False verdict?

- No. Guilty.
- Not as charged.

You must believe that, Blake.
Believe your innocence.

- Guilty.
- No. Conditioned under hypnosis.

No. No!

Yes, Blake. Standard hypnoticprocedure,
audio pulse signals with visual support...

- False.
-... diminishing your control to wipe out memory.

No. Renounce. False.
Renounce. False!

- Not false. Standard hypnoticprocedure.
- What are you doing?. Stop it!

- Help me pull him back.
- You've all gone mad. Stop it.

- T ranquilliser pad.
-There, Vila.

A hypnoticillusion to eradicate memory.
I repeat, a hypnoticillusion to eradicate memory.

That inspired intrusion of yours
could have sent them over the edge.

- They already were by the sound of them.
- Orac, any progress?.

Conditioning deeply implanted.
Abreaction commenced but interrupted.

- Prognosis?.
- Requires minimum of two hours eradication therapy.

Maximum five-minute treatment periods
interspersed with one-hour rest periods.

Hence, minimum rehabilitation
period of twenty-six hours.

Oh, no...

One thing. We restrain him before we try again.
Right, Orac?.

Agreed. Restrainers recommended for subject's safety.
Plus, constant supervision.

Zen, abort course for asteroid PK-1 1 8
and resume course for planet Del- 1 0.

Confirm with arrival time.

Arrival at planet Del-1 0
at Zero four five plus one.

- What is wrong with him?.
- Space fatigue.

Related to the brainwashing
they gave him before his trial.

Nasty.

Especially for those privileged
to share his nightmare trip with him.

- I think a hot drink and a rest.
- Until it's time for the next bout?.

- You stay here and keep watch.
- You're in charge now, are you?.

Can you think of anyone more suitable?.
Yourself, perhaps?.

And why not?. I'm as good as you are.
Better probably.

Blake, you want some water?.

More?.

- Got us back on course for Del-1 0, have they?.
- That's right.

Not just yet.
You know what's happening, don't you?.

- Happening?.
- Avon and Cally.

- What about them?.
- Paired up. Mutual affinities.

- You mean..?.
- Oh, it's been going on for some time now.

- I didn't realise it had gone as far as this.
- As what?.

Well, why do you think they're
so keen to get us to Del-1 0?.

- The Vita particles.
- Who said?.

- Well, you did.
-No, AVON said.

I didn't want to resist him, block him or it.
Arouse his suspicion.

- I needed time to form a counter plan.
- What are you saying?.

Our only hope is this asteroid.
Correction, our nearest hope.

- But you're suggesting...
- Oh, betrayal, treachery, piracy,

call it what you will.
That is what Avon and Cally are up to.

- And Jenna?.
- No, not Jenna.

- I think she was probably duped by the other two.
- How?.

- Space fatigue, is that what they're saying?.
- Yeah.

It's obvious, isn't it?.

They gave me some form of drug,
and then put on a show for you and her.

Wow...
Avon has been excluding me a bit lately.

It's nothing to what he'll
do when they get to Del-1 0.

- What?.
- He might allow you to stay on afterwards.

He'd be stupid to reduce his manpower
more than absolutely necessary.

Well, what do we do?.

The first thing to do is to
resume course for that asteroid.

- Right.
- One more thing, Vila.

Oh yes, sorry.

Thank you.
Asteroid PK-1 1 8.

Right.

Zen, abort course for Del-1 0. Resume course for
asteroid PK-1 1 8. Confirm with arrival time.

Arrival asteroid PK-1 18 at 1 9i08.

Just over half an hour.
Blake?.

- The power's changed.
- Meteorite storm.

I'll go and check.
Blake! Blake!

-Blake, listen..
- What are you up to?.

There's no other way, Vila.
You must understand that he will stop at nothing.

Blake, open the door! Vila, stop him. Blake!

That'll teach 'em to pair up on the quiet.

Can't blame them for being human, Vila.
How long before destination?.

- Just on thirty minutes.
- Right.

We must be getting
near that asteroid by now.

But why there?. What is it that's drawing him
to this particular asteroid?.

It has to be somehow related to the dream.
That hypnotic trigger pulse.

- But how?.
- Artificial telepath transmission.

- You mean controlled beaming.
- Yes.

On Auron,
we had a project group working on it.

Before I left, two of the group
completely disappeared.

It was thought they might have
sold their information to the Federation.

Could it have been perfected by now?.

Possibly.
At least for the transmission of a basic signal.

- Like an oscillating pulse tone.
- Yes, that could be used as a hypnotic trigger.

Destination imminent.
Prepare for orbit.

Ready for teleport, Blake?.

Blake?.

Yes, but leaving them trapped.

Only for a few days.
Bring them to their senses.

But on a deserted asteroid, Blake.
I don't like it.

I am going down there to check that the
life support systems are functional.

Well, I just hope you're right.

I can see the mine head now.
I'm moving towards it, Vila.

Blake?.
What's happening down there, Blake?.

Gravity's very low.
Cover the ground fast, if you can keep your feet.

- Predictably barren.
- Wretched mining companies. No sense of aesthetics.

- What do you want them to do, landscape?.
- Well, they could make an effort.

The point is, if there is a telepathic transmitter,
there must be someone down there to operate it.

Standard mine head layout.

Pit shaft, ore extraction plant,
roboticmaintenance, living accommodation.

Airlock's still functional.
Entering living accommodation for checks.

It m ust have a functional power source then.

It's only a couple of years
since it was abandoned.

Under terms of the interplanetary
mining agreement,

the company was bound by
law to leave fuel and other...

- Blake, you all right?.
- It's an odd thing, Vila.

The air system 's already on.
Light too, and the artificial gravity field.

Blake that must mean there's someone there.
Mutants or... Blake?. Blake!

Blake. Come in, Blake!
Not reading you.

Blake?.
You read me, Blake?.

I'm gonna have to get the others to help.
You realise this?.

Ahhhhh.

Is he come?.

- Vila, Vila, can you hear me?.
- Yes.

- Is Blake still aboard?.
- No, he's teleported down and he's broken contact.

This is some kind of federation trap.

- Get us out of here.
- I'm trying to.

Let me see him. Welcome at last.

- Blake...is it Blake?.
- It is he.

Brother.

- And then he just stopped talking.
- Why don't you follow his example?.

- Cally, get a teleport fix to the inside of that airlock.
- Right.

- That's the Emblem of Liberty.
- Our cause.

- Yours?. I thought the cause of liberty...
- He must conserve his strength.

The mind, still sharp,
but the physique, as you see...

- Who are you?.
-He is Shivan, defender of truth.

Shivan?. We thought he'd
been killed in a Federation trap.

A vile betrayal, and all but fatal.

I managed to get him to
the therapists in Outer Gaul.

He lives now only to
see the fulfilment of his cause.

To strive...as brothers

- It's two years since we met. Ven Glynd.
- In a Federation court as I remember.

- The Arbiter General has defected.
- What?.

- In the name of justice.
-Yours, or the Federation's?.

Humanity's. Oh, you're quite right to doubt me.
A participant in that mockery of a trial.

But I had to bide my time.
And now, with your coming, the time is right.

- All set?.
- Yes, go ahead.

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]

Down and safe.

Be ready in case you have to pull us back.

- I just hope Avon and Jenna are all right.
- Why did you do it, Vila?.

- What?.
- Let Blake go.

- Listen, he said that you and Avon were...
- Vila, are you there?

- Blake.
- Release the others.

- I have done already, Blake.
- I want them down here.

- Blake, this is a trap.
- No Cally, far from it. This is our salvation.

- Blake, listen to me.
- Hurry down here and you'll see.

- Blake. Blake?.
- What now?.

Avon?. Jenna?.

- Shivan?. But...
- Only a few survived. They managed to save him.

- To sustain the flame of liberty.
- Some hope of that.

Ah, but there is my friend,
as never before.

Ven Glynd recently
defected from the Federation,

and with enough evidence to condemn
Servalan and her friends to eternity.

Ah, but only if we can reach that
Governors' Summit Meeting.

Yes, of course, we must teleport immediately.
Avon, Jenna, your spare bracelets.

Now just a minute, Blake...

We agreed that there would be no access
to the Liberator without clearance by Orac.

I'm giving them clearance.
Look, we've been on the run for a long time.

What have we achieved?. Access to Federation
ciphers that have been regularly re-coded,

a raid on Central, an empty pretence,
talk of Star One, talk of an alliance.

Talk, talk, talk. Until now.
Shivan and his friends, a senior Federation official.

A chance. Our first real chance.
And, one free of violence and bloodshed.

- How do you mean free of violence?.
- His plan is perfect.

- Only if we can get to that Governor's Summit Meeting.
- This evidence...

You'll hear it the moment the Liberator's on course.
Your bracelets.

The evidence, my friends.

Surveillance report on Supreme Commander
Servalan's attempt,

to cheat the Federation of one hundred million
credits in return for the supercomputer Orac.

Confidential report on your trial, Blake,
and the subsequent elimination of your defence lawyer,

when he discovered that the evidence
against you had been falsified.

Need I continue?. Enough, as I have said, to convict the
Terran Administration, and Space Command.

Only if you can achieve a
fair and honest court hearing.

- Which is, to put it mildly, improbable.
-Ah, but it isn't. It isn't. Listen.

- Governor Le Grand of the Outer Gaul region...
- The only sane one amongst them.

No, there are others who will follow her lead.
The majority, in fact.

But not if it means bloodshed.

Only if a solid legal case can be
presented against the Terran Administration.

A case backed up by just such
physical evidence as I have here.

- Arrival at Atlay Zone at twenty-one fifteen.
- All right?.

- Oh, time enough to liase with Governor Le Grand.
- This meeting at Atlay...?.

The annual meeting of all the governors
of the Federation. The ideal moment.

- But why should they give you a hearing?.
- They will hear Governor Le Grand.

She knows to expect this.

I would never have risked defection
without her personal complicity.

Yes, but how precisely did
Governor Le Grand assist you in...

We must liase with Le Grand just short of Atlay,
and then go in with her delegation.

And herald at last the epoch of true freedom.

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]

- Supreme Commander?
- Yes?.

- Governor Le Grand of Outer Gaul foryou.
-Le Grand?. Well, well, well...

- Governor.
- Supreme Commander Servalan.

You wish some service?.

Merely a check on the security
arrangements for Atlay.

Ah, Yes, the Summit Meeting.
Now let me see.

That is in the hands of Deputy Commander Galt.
Standard procedures.

Thank you.

Why, your Excellency?.
Have you some counter-information?.

No. Since I'm chairing the meeting
I simply wanted to check in person.

Of course.
Your renowned attention to detail.

- A habit of office.
-Quite so.

Just as my habit was to
suspect some threat of a plot.

A plot?.

We have heard rumours,
nothing confirmed of course,

concerning the rebel Shivan.

Shivan 's still alive?.

Severely incapacitated.
A mere shell, in fact.

But as we both have learned,
while there's life, there's threat.

A shrewd maxim, Supreme Commander.

The fugitive Blake is another.
As long as he lives...

if only as a symbol to the malcontents,
security is threatened.

A theme which,
with your permission, of course,

I should like to stress
at the Atlay meeting.

Oh, feel free, Your Excellency.
From strength, as we say, to unity.

One day, very soon, the crimino-therapists
will have their sport with you.

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]

Communications.

T ransmit a message using
pre-revised ciphers.

Message to read,
"Behold, the mutants shall wither."

No.

Oh please, as a gesture of unity.

To his followers,
Blake, as evidence of your alliance.

I have no need.

Is that man really Shivan?.

He could be.
A voice scan is incompatible with that tracheal vent.

But he conforms with records of siZe,
weight, and gender.

In the absence of a cell tissue scan...

What about Ven Glynd?.

Records confirmed his identity.

A lso his recent defection from the
Federation post of Arbiter General.

- So, what is wrong?.
- You deduced it yourself, earlier.

I did?.

Space Command has long tried to
perfect a course interceptor,

attuned to the circuitry of navigational computers
and rational coordinators like Zen.

The scientists of A uron, however,
had the wit to aim for the weaker point.

- The human brain.
- Correct.

A telepathic order was beamed to Blake to
force him to reroute to that asteroid.

- As you yourself foresaw.
- So tell us something new.

It is to Blake you should look for the new.

What's that supposed to mean?.
That they are still influencing him?.

- Correct again.
- But how?.

A device of that kind would
need an enormous power source.

- Agreed. But now that they...
- Now that they are close at hand:

- low power. Of course.
- So it's here on board.

- Right.
- What do we do?.

- Locate and destroy it.
- And restore Blake to his senses.

The two don't necessarily follow.

Intercepting Outer Gaul transporter.
Slowing to maintain relative vectors for teleport.

At last.
Vila, assemble the others for teleport.

Just rush over?. All of us?.

Such humility, Blake.
I see I shall have to tutor you in protocol.

- But the Governor...
-...will wish to express her homage.

Oh, by all means, send your deputy to
escort Her Excellency here.

But as for going yourself... no.

Very well.

You do the honours, Deputy Leader Vila.
I'll teleport you myself.

"Deputy Leader"?.
I like it.

Protocol for your puppet, eh?.

- Careful with that.
- Your precious box of tricks.

- Precious to us all.
- But most of all, Glynd, with this.

-Leave that, Shivan!
- For you alone, you're the real master.

- Be careful.
- The eminence grise.

- You imagine I haven't smelt you out?.
- Sharp of you.

You think I am so damn enfeebled
as to forget the rules of the game?.

Enthrone your puppet Blake to posture and
proclaim whilst you enjoy the real fruits of power.

- Governor Le Grand must be greeted.
-You still need me, brother.

Did I deny it... "brother"?.

You cannot pretend that it was coincidence
that homed us onto that asteroid.

They summoned you, Blake.
They whistled you up like a service robot.

- "They"?.
- I don't know. Ven Glynd?.

-Yes, Avon?.
- Nothing. Avon 's just nervous, that's all.

Blake, ready to teleport.

Teleporting, Vila.

- My homage to you.
- Mine to you, Governor.

- No. It is to you only.
- I don't understand.

Did not the Arbiter General explain?.

For years now, the Arbiter General
and I have prepared for this moment.

He gathering evidence of the
Administration's infamies,

while I lobbied the support
of my fellow governors.

However, we could not challenge
and discredit the Administration

until we had found an alternative leadership,
capable of uniting all factions.

- Well, you, Governor.
- No. He who leads must be from Earth.

Someone of renowned integrity,

someone who has become a legend
of hope to the great mass of the oppressed.

A messiah.

Well, then, Shivan.

I welcomed Shivan to Outer Gaul as a fugitive.
I also had hopes.

But as you see, his strength is spent.

But when the Arbiter General acquired the course
interceptor from our sympathisers on Auron,

and with it the means of contacting you in person,
our plans were at last complete.

Of course Shivan will be with us to add his
support to YOUR authority. Where is he?.

Resting on the flight deck.
This way, Governor.

- Your Excellency.
- NO, Nagu. Here is your true leader.

- Of the Federation, perhaps.
- Dear Nagu.

So, Shivan.
I heard word of you from an admirer.

None other than Supreme Commander Servalan.
She still fears you. You and Blake.

"While there's life there's threat,"
she told me.

- A fitting prophecy.
- If our destiny is to be fulfilled.

Your hand, Shivan.

Your hand, Blake.

The triumvirate, my friends.

Le Grand referred to it as a course interceptor.

- Now in the possession of Glynd.
- Can you counteract its transmission?.

I have specificprogramming
against telepathicinfluence.

- So you have.
- However, given direct access to its circuitry...

-Oh, well done, Orac!
- Well, go and get it then.

If necessary, by force.

And as chairman I will of course
make the opening address.

I shall explain your presence,
and call on you to speak.

I will indict the Terra Administration,
doubtless provoking an uproar.

Any attempt to interfere will be
countered by my security people.

Are you sure they can handle it?.

Why not?. We have the element
of surprise totally on our side.

Approaching boundary of Atlay surveillance Zone.

Security force walls in operation.
Prepare for teleport to Atlay shuttle.

- To destiny, my friends.
- T o destiny.

- One moment.
- Avon.

Listen to Orac. Just listen.

- Your dreams, Blake.
- Yes?.

They were stimulated foryou by means
of a beamed telepathy transmission.

Telepathy?.
What about these people here?.

The Governor and the Arbiter General.
Aren't they real enough for you?.

- Your weapons.
- No, Nagu.

Our two friends must be convinced
without threats of force.

No true bid for peace was born from coercion.

- Agreed. Only from truth and trust.
- All right.

Then give us the truth about this
so-called course interceptor from Auron.

- The Arbiter General will show it to you.
- Certainly.

That, according to Orac,
has direct control over your mind.

A device was simply beamed into
the circuitry of your navigational computer.

In that case you won't mind leaving it here
on the Liberator when you go down to Atlay.

- Which we must do without further delay.
- You WILL leave it.

Why not, it's already served its purpose
in uniting us for the common cause.

- Acclaim it for that.
- But be careful not to tamper with it.

At this close range it could cause
serious damage to your computers.

-Is that correct, Orac?.
- No, negative. Denied. Incapable of damage.

The surest way of protecting Orac from damage
is to switch him off. Is that correct, Avon?.

- Leave us the key.
- Why?. Orac's far too valuable for needless risk.

Atlay shuttle on orbit vectors for teleporting.

Vila, Jenna.
Teleport. Shall we go?.

No, leave me, brother. Go. Go.

As well we should.
The strain could otherwise have proved excessive.

Nagu, you will stay with Shivan.
Minister to his needs.

- But my place is with you, to protect you.
- Others can do that.

- My lady, please.
- No more delay. We cannot risk a security alert.

Repeat, Atlay shuttle on orbit vectors for teleport.

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]

- Supreme Commander?
- Yes.

- Signal from Deputy Commander Galt.
- Yes?.

Reporting Governor Le Grand and deputies
embarked on Atlay shuttle.

Docking on schedule at conference centre.

Acknowledged.
Hold all channels open.

A tlay shuttle docked at conference centre.

- Activate scanners to intercept local transmissions.
- Activated.

- Security force wall still in operation?.
- Affirmative.

- And negative on this.
- No controls?.

And no Orac to penetrate it.

You'll find the antechamber comfortable enough.

How long you'll have to wait will depend on
the persuasive advocacy of our Arbiter General.

With this it shouldn't take too long.

T rying electromagnetic pulses.
No.

I could try frequency intervention,
but.... What do you want?.

- My... My lady Le Grand...
- What's wrong?.

My lady...

- T ravis.
- One move, just one move.

So much for Blake's new epoch of peace.

- How are you feeling?.
- Excited.

- Not without cause.
- Your finest hour.

- Good luck
- To us all.

I'll wait for you in the antechamber, all right?.

Oh, yes, of course.
Le Grand and Glynd are traitors.

Their futile subversion was monitored
from the start by Servalan.

It was her idea to send the incapacitated
rebel Shivan as a fugitive to Outer Gaul.

So you and the Supreme Commander
are working together again.

- Let's just say our objectives coincide.
- I wonder if the rest of Space Command realise that.

To the teleport.

Governor Le Grand.
You are completely surrounded.

If you wish to avoid bloodshed you'll instruct
your bodyguard to put down their weapons.

Le Grand, the High Council have been aware of
your pathetic plot from the beginning.

Our only surprise is
that you have come this far

without realising how transparent
your intentions have been.

I repeat, your bodyguard
will put down their weapons.

Now.

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

What's happening?.

Avon, Cally, teleport immediately.
Emergency.

Cally, Avon, emergency.
Teleport. Do you read me?.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]

Teleport, emergency.
I repeat, teleport, emergency.

No teleport, Jenna. Not possible.

Don't touch those coordinates.
Activate it now.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]

Avon, what are you playing at?.
Bring us up immediately.

-No, no, no...
- Blake!

Put me down there.
DO IT!

Get Blake up!

- Drop your weapons.
- T ravis!

- Come on, Cally, get them up.
- Get ready to teleport, now.

- Do you read me Jenna? Get ready to teleport.
- No, Cally, stop. No teleport.

- Do you read me, Jenna?
- No, Cally, negative.

Jenna!

Blake, come on!

You... not Shivan. Betrayer!

Well, do something!

[POWER DISCHARGE]

Cally, bring us up now.

[HAMMERING AND DISTANT GUNFIRE]

Are you all right?.

He's a hard man to rescue when
he doesn't want to be rescued.

More to the point, are you yourself?.

What happened?. Why aren't we at Del-1 0?.
What's going on Avon?.

Why don't you just say,
"Thank you", nicely?.

What are we all standing around for?.
Or has the Federation disappeared?.

Our problem is to find Star One
if you haven't forgotten.

I'm sorry to have to inform
you that he is himself all right.