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Keldan Control, Keldan Control, this is
Nova Queen on primary approach 0-4-0.

Request orbital entry clearance.

Nova Queen, Nova Queen, this is Keldan control.
Maintain 0-4-0. Orbital entry is clear.

Keldan Control, this is Nova Queen.
I have an unidentified trace on 0-4-0.

Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control.

Maintain 0-4-0 and switch to
Computer Flight Coordination.

Switching to CFC, maintaining 0-4-0.

That ship is still coming at us.

Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control. The ship is an
unmanned ore carrier on Computer Flight Coordination.

I hope you're sure about that, Keldan;
it's still on 0-4-0.

Nova Queen, computer control is confirmed.
No problem.

You know that and I know that,
but does the computer know that?

It'll switch vectors any time now. Relax.

I'll relax when it gets that ship off 0-4-0.

It will.

Keldan control, I have 4000 passengers on
this ship and that ore carrier is still on 0-4-0.

Computer flight coordination doesn 't make errors.

To hell with that! Do something, Keldan.
That thing is coming straight at us.

Keldan Control!

Nova Queen, switch to manual control,

engage emergency boosters and
abort 0-4-0. Confirm please!

I can see it! My God, it's too late!

Nova Queen, Nova Queen,
this is Keldan Control, do you copy?

Nova Queen! Nova Queen, come in please!

Unfortunate.

You do have a way with words,
Supreme Commander.

I'm sorry, that was unnecessary.

Everyone on the Nova Queen died instantly of course,
but it didn't end there.

The ship's neutron drive unit broke free,
survived the fall through the atmosphere.

It went critical just about the time it hit the surface.

Ground zero was slap in the middle of Keldan City.

Half the population was killed outright.

It was a computer malfunction, presumably.

Yes.

These things happen, Durkim.

They're happening far too often,
Supreme Commander.

Computer Flight Coordination is breaking down on
20 different worlds and the problem is spreading.

Are you saying it's a basic design fault?.

No, that's not what I'm saying. Look.

That's the equatorial zone on Palmero.

Palmero?.

Yes, and that is snow you're looking at,
Supreme Commander.

It'll be some time before
they re-establish themselves

as the Federation's
main producer of tropical fruit.

And this, the plains of Suni.
Mean temperature has gone up by twenty degrees.

It hasn't rained anywhere
on that planet in sixty days.

When it does, the effect will be
something like this.

The planet Vilka, where it hasn't
stopped raining for sixty days.

The planet Herom. Carthenis.

Climate control has gone disastrously
wrong on all the frontier worlds.

- And it's spreading?.
- Rapidly.

- Anything else?.
- Isn't that enough?.

No, it's impossible, Durkim.

You mean unthinkable, don't you?.

Look, everything you've just seen
has one common denominator.

- Computers.
- Not computers. Computer. Singular.

Very singular indeed. Our unbeatable
control and coordination centre.

- No!
- Servalan, by design or accident, Star One is failing.

- There has to be another explanation.
- There isn't.

And if you want to keep your job you'll find it.

Why won't you face the facts?.

Because I'm not convinced. And even if I were,
there would be nothing I could do about it.

Well, surely under the circumstances
you could get clearance to put a team in.

Star One is the most secure
installation in the Federation.

- I know that.
- Do you know why it's so thoroughly secure?.

Well, presumably because knowledge
of its location is severely restricted.

No! Knowledge of its location is non-existent.

Durkim, no one knows where
Star One is! No-one at all!

So, if Lurgan's coordinates are correct
Star One is somewhere in there.

Which makes it about the only thing that is.

At least we'll recognise it when we see it,
even if we don't recognise it when we see it,

if it's the only thing that's there,
if you see what I mean.

- Oh, shut up, Vila.
- I'm just trying to help.

What do you think, Jenna?.

It's riskier than it looks.
These coordinates are not precise enough.

And however they built Star One it's not
going to be so big that we can't miss it.

We'll probably have to search.

It's a long way out, Blake -
a long way from the edge of the galaxy.

It's infinity.
You're asking us to plunge out into infinity.

Now come on, Cally,
that's a slight exaggeration.

Is it?.
What, the space between the island galaxies?.

It's the nearest we'll
come to infinity before we die.

If anything goes wrong out there we won't have a prayer,
because nothing and nobody goes out that far.

I hadn't thought of it like that.

The Federation went out there.

We've only got Lurgen's word for that.
And we didn't even get it first hand.

There is only Lurgen's word.
Everybody else who knew is either dead or amnesiac.

One clue. Just one, and we have got it.
Why are you listening to this drivel, Blake?.

We can take Star One; let's get on with it.

Very stirring.
When did you become a believer?.

Are you just going to sit there?.
You have led them by the nose before.

'Scuse me, are you going to answer her question?.

Show me someone who believes in anything
and I will show you a fool.

I meant what I said on Goth, Avon.

We are not going to use Star One
to rule the Federation; we are going to destroy it.

I never doubted that.
I never doubted your fanaticism.

As far as I am concerned you can
destroy whatever you like.

You can stir up a thousand revolutions;
you can wade in blood up to your armpits.

Oh, and you can lead the rabble to victory,
whatever that might mean.

Just so long as there is an end to it.
When Star One is gone it is finished, Blake.

And I want it finished.
I want it over and done with. I want to be free.

But you are free now, Avon.

I want to be free of him.

I never realised.
You really do hate me, don't you?.

When we have dealt with Star One, I will take you
back to Earth and then the Liberator is mine, agreed?.

Agreed.
Assuming the others go along with it.

Why should we?.

Yes, why should we?.
It's all a bit high-handed if you ask me.

Liberator is approaching sector nine.
Navigation computers now require further instructions.

Well, do we look for Star One?.

We'll finish what we set out to do.
Nothing else is settled.

- Are we fanatics?.
- Does it matter?.

- Many, many people will die without Star One.
- I know.

Are you sure that what we're
going to do is justified?.

It has to be.
Don't you see, Cally?.

If we stop now then all we have done
is senseless killing and destruction.

Without purpose, without reason.
We have to win.

It's the only way I
can be sure that I was right.

That you were right?.

Course for sector eleven is laid in.

Detectors on full range.
All readings are clear.

Weaponry system on standby.

Standard by six, Jenna.

Run course program, standard by six.

Confirm boundary.

Confirm Liberator is now crossing the theoretical
boundary of the galaxy and is entering intergalacticspace.

Increase speed to standard by twelve.

There's no doubt in your mind
that he was telling the truth?.

None, Supreme Commander. We didn't rush him.
He was telling the truth all right.

Very well, interrogate the rest of his team
just to make sure, and try not to kill them.

[DOOR OPENS]

Yes, Durkim, what is it?.

I find that just a little distracting,
Supreme Commander.

What's all this about?.

- Time to defend ourselves.
- Against whom?.

Each other. Now what is it you want?.
Quickly, you're wasting time.

- There's an emergency meeting of the High Council.
- I am aware of that.

I've been summoned to appear before it.

You put Headquarters on full security restriction.

I can't get off this satellite
without your direct clearance.

No.

'No' you agree with what I'm saying
or 'no' you refuse my clearance?.

Both. Now get back to your work. I am still waiting
for your theories as to where Star One may be located.

That summons is a Presidential Order in Council.
I have to go.

Space Command no longer recognises the
authority of the President or of the Council.

I don't think I understand.

We are the only force capable of
handling the present emergency.

I doubt if even we can do that.

The President and those members of the Council who
are unable to accept the realities of the situation

are even now being arrested, as are those of our
own people whose loyalties may be 'divided'.

At a time like this complete
unity is an absolute essential.

There isn't enough data.
I can't even guess where Star One is.

Then I suggest you try harder.
Or I might think you're part of the plot.

- Plot?.
- Obviously...

...someone is trying to destroy the Federation,
now perhaps it's you.

Why would I want to do that?.

'Why' is always the most difficult question.
At the moment I am more concerned with 'how'.

- Is she involved?.
- You know her?.

Her name's Lurena, I think...
Isn 't it?. Ah, we were acquainted...

You were more than just acquaintances.

That's a long time ago.
She emigrated to one of the frontier worlds.

She's on Star One.

She can't be, it's unmanned.
The systems are automatic.

A group of scientists and technicians elected
to spend the rest of their lives refining,

checking and guarding the systems.

Knowing they could never leave,
never come home?. That's appalling.

Inspiring, surely?. In the best tradition
of selfless devotion to the Federation.

That's your answer then.
Some or all of them have changed their minds.

No. They were all screened and conditioned very
carefully by our best psycho-manipulation teams.

None of the group could attempt to
damage the systems, identify the location,

or contact anyone outside Star One
without going obviously insane.

How can you be certain of that?.

The head of the psycho-manipulation
team has just finished,

...'reassuring' my interrogators.

So whatever is happening on Star One
is happening against her will.

There's nothing I can do.

You get back to work, Durkim.

She may still have a chance.
If we can find her in time.

May I offer you my personal congratulations,
and loyalty, Madame President?.

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]
- Supreme Commander?.
- What is it?.

Blake and his crew. The strategy programs have all
come up blank on the possible courses they took.

- Run them again.
- But, Supreme Commander.

Run them again!
I will not be President of a ruined empire.

What are you doing?.

What are you doing?.

Just a routine check, Lurena.

Is that why you're using a laser probe?.
I've been watching you, Stott.

I know.

Your behaviour has been very
suspicious for some time now.

Forgive me, Lurena, but, well, we've all noticed
that you seem to be under some kind of stress.

There was nothing wrong with that control circuit;
I checked it myself an hour ago.

That's why I was checking it again.

You think I don't know what I'm doing?.

I'm afraid that's what we all think.

Someone's been tampering with the systems,
it can only be you.

Your conditioning, a reaction to it.
You're not to blame. You're ill, that's all.

Stay where you are, or I'll kill him.

We only want to help you, Lurena.
Please, put down the gun.

Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you?.
Stay where you are!

Do as she says, Parton!

I see it now,
you're all in this together.

That's impossible;
you know that's impossible, look Lurena.

You're all against me. All of you. Whispering,
plotting behind my back. You want to kill me.

- We want to help you.
- Don't move!

Please, Lurena.

Get after her.
Find her before she does any more damage.

And don't bother to bring her back.
Just kill her.

I was right;
we should have done it as soon as we knew.

- I didn't realise how far she'd got.
- Now she's running around loose.

Well at least we know what to expect, anyway.

And after all, what can she do, alone?.

She is the last one.

This way!

- Anything on the detectors?.
- No.

Jenna, how long before we reach
Lurgen's coordinates?.

Eight minutes.
If there's anything there it should be showing by now.

Perhaps Star One doesn't come within
detector range until we reach the coordinates.

Our detectors are better than
anything the Federation have got.

We should be able to see it by now.

I think we can.
There, at the extreme edge of the range.

What is it?.

The readings say that it is a star.
Small, pale and very dense.

A white dwarf by the look of it.

You couldn't put a computer complex on that.
Could you?.

- Hardly.
- Does it have a planetary system?.

Probably not a system,
more likely a single planet.

A single planet orbiting an isolated, dying star.

- Star One.
- Seems reasonable.

Have they found her?.

We've been through all the control sectors,
searched the storage rooms, living quarters.

Maybe she went out onto the surface?.

She won't last long if she has,
there's nothing out there for her.

- Better send a search party anyway.
- We can't waste any more time on her.

- Do it!
- Shall I call off the search down here?.

Leave three to continue, send a party out
onto the surface, put the rest back to work.

Don't be insolent.

Maintenance takes effort.
If we could revert to ourselves...

No, not while she's free. If she realised,
her conditioning might break down completely.

[LOUD CLATTER]

Zhokov, I'm sorry, I...

- Put the planet on visual.
- Confirmed.

Looks like yet another garden paradise.

Surface conditions?.

The atmosphere is breathable.
Surface temperatures are low.

Calculations suggest that they rise above freeZing
point only during daylight hours at the equator.

- Good.
- It is?. You like dead planets with dying suns?.

I do when I'm looking for a
complex underground installation.

Jenna, program a course to orbit
the planet's equator.

You don't have to explain it to me;
I only came for the ride.

With surface conditions like that where
would you build the main installation?.

Course program laid in.

Maximum scan, Cally.
Look for anything unusual or out of place,

sudden temperature variation, anything.

They're bound to have left some clue
as to where they put that installation.

A door would be nice if you could manage it.

- I'll do my best.
- Preferably one marked 'Entrance'.

Ready on the scan, Jenna.

Run course program.

Confirmed. Course program running.

I have been doing some calculations,
if this is Star One...

If it is?.

First catch your computer, but all right it probably is, and
that being the case the choice of location is fascinating.

- I'm glad you're enjoying it.
- The nearest large galaxy to our own is Andromeda.

- So?.
- So, this is the nearest point to Andromeda.

If anyone could cross intergalactic
space in less than a lifetime

we are now precisely upon
the route that they would take.

What are you trying to say, Avon?.

I directed the detectors
toward the Andromeda galaxy.

There are thousands of satellite generators out there,
beyond Star One.

What?.

Even with the Federation's resources
it must have taken them years.

That must be the biggest antimatter
minefield ever put together.

Minefield, what minefield?.

Perhaps the intergalactic drive has been developed.
Question is, by whom?.

A defence zone to keep mankind in,
or something else out.

Leeth. Leeth!

What is it, Markov?.

The main entrance is open.

She must have come out after we did.
She followed us out.

She can't have got far then.
Spread out, all of you. Keep searching.

I don't like explosives, very crude.
Difficult to reason with a bomb.

Blake?.

They won't explode until they are primed.

And if it was faulty?.
Bit late to complain to the manufacturer.

Scanners are showing a temperature variation.

From the pattern it could
almost be the door you were talking about.

- I think it was a trick.
- What was?.

The open door. I think she doubled back.
I don't think she's out here at all.

No, she wouldn't have been thinking
clearly enough for that.

I hope you're right, but we're not really sure
how they function under heavy stress. Come on.

Stationary orbit is established and confirmed.

Teleport, Vila.

- Avon?.
- Yes.

Watch yourselves,
Blake's rushing things.

I get the feeling he's not
giving himself time to think.

Blake is an idealist, Jenna.
He cannot afford to think.

Down and safe. Defences?.

They've relied on secrecy,
I don't think they've tricked the place out...

...but it won't do any harm to be careful.

Let's look for that entrance.

- I thought this place was unmanned.
- More idealists.

They must have volunteered
to be marooned for life.

Yes, it makes you proud to be human,
doesn't it?.

- What are they doing here?.
- Making sure everything works, presumably.

- What now?.
- Follow them.

One door.

- As requested.
- Well done, Cally.

- It isn 't marked 'Entrance'.
- Nobody's perfect.

[FALLING GRAVEL]

Avon, it's a trap.

Not a very friendly welcome.

Shall we go?. I'm sure whoever is in charge
would wish to speak with us.

- Vila, teleport Cally and Blake, quickly.
- Right.

Come on, come on.

- Avon.
- Well?.

There's no response.
What's going on, where are they?.

Inside. It must be shielded.

Do you want to come up?.

- No.
- Avon.

- What is it, Jenna?
- There's a ship, it's coming in for a surface landing.

- Have they spotted you?
- I've got the detector shield up.

What sort of a ship is it?

I don't know, it's a new type to me.

Looks like it's coming down
somewhere near you, though.

Do you want to come up now?

No, let's see who else knows about this place.

Are you going to tell us what's going on down there?
Avon... Avon!

[RETROS FIRING]

Vila, I need you in here to
stand by the weaponry system.

- What about the teleport?
- I'll put Orac on it.

- He's not as quick as we are.
- We'll have to live with that.

You mean they will.

Just get on with it.

Orac, operate the teleport as instructed.

Oh, very well.

And check that intergalactic defence zone.

I want everything you can find out about it,
including why it's there.

-You're here, then.
- Apparently.

I was told you would be alone.

Obviously you were misinformed.

- Who is this woman?.
- She is my mother.

May I see your identification?.

What for?.
After all, who else knows about this place?.

I was told you could be difficult.

You seem to have been
told rather a lot about me.

I was interested.
I am not unfamiliar with traitors,

but the scale of your treachery is unusual.

And your insistence on carrying out the final act
personally must make you unique.

Your disapproval would carry more conviction if you
were not going to benefit from my treachery.

Now when do I get to perform the final act?.

Which of your hands is artificial?.

This one.
Rather good, don't you think?.

And the eye patch,
what happened to that?.

Hold it, touch that and I'll
drop you where you stand.

Well, now. T ravis.
Fancy meeting you here.

Put the gun down, Avon,
it's too late to stop it now.

- Convince me.
- Be polite and I may let you live.

Be informative and I may let you die.

You'll want that after
I've shot off an arm and a leg or two.

I thought you were supposed
to be the one with brains?.

Brains but no heart. Now talk or scream,
T ravis, the choice is yours.

My preliminary examination of the defence Zone indicates
that it is made up of a network of satellite generators.

We could have told you that.

Each of which performs a dual function;

namely, to indicate the approach of an intruder and then to
destroy that intruder by a powerful anti-matter implosion.

So it's a combined alarm system and minefield.

Correct. If I may continue?

He always makes me feel
as if I should be taking notes.

If I may continue?

The defence Zone is controlled and monitored
from the computer complex known as Star One.

Ahh.

A cursory examination of the
relevant Star One systems

indicates that this defence Zone
is one of a number of such Zones

Iocated at strategicpoints on the rim of that
section of the galaxy colonised by mankind.

Then they are expecting an invasion?.
A hoard of hairy aliens.

There is no logical reason
why aliens should be hairy.

There is no logical reason why
people should be hairy.

I don't like this Jenna;
we could be sitting in the front line.

I see no cause for alarm.

From the design and construction
patterns it would appear

that the defence Zones have been built up
very gradually over a long period of time.

My conclusion is that they
are merely precautionary

rather than a response
to some specificthreat.

Well if there's no threat
why bother with precautions?.

If the resources are available to eliminate even
the vaguest threat, it would seem logical to do so.

I'd agree with that.
What do you call a vague threat?.

A contact, sometime in the past,
either a communication or a physical contact.

- A physical contact?.
- A scoutship, perhaps.

A scoutship, perhaps!
Like that one down on the surface now, perhaps!

Zen, put the battle computers online.

Confirmed, battle computers are online.

Give me maximum available
range on the detectors.

What do you think is going on?.

Well, they were waiting for T ravis,
so obviously he's expected to take over.

Except there's more to it than that.

Yes, the 'final act'.

Well, whatever that is we've got
a final act of our own to arrange.

You work your way through
the other control rooms.

If anyone questions you be arrogant,
you're with T ravis,

and he's about to become
Emperor of the galaxy.

- What about you?.
- I'll wait for Stott.

As long as he thinks I am T ravis
we'll have no problems.

Besides I might find even out the rest of it.
I'm going to set this timer for one hour.

Most of the systems have been modified already.

The chaos and destruction should already be
sufficient to ensure that resistance is slight.

- When will you be ready for the ultimatum?.
- Ultimatum?.

Laying out of our terms
for the restoration of order.

Policy is not our concern, T ravis.
It is sufficient to serve.

I hope these people will really
do as you tell them, T ravis.

- They will.
- The first one who doesn't will cost you your head.

Don't move.

Damn!

- They're all dead.
- Yes, I can see that. Did you kill them?.

- No. They are trying to kill me.
- They have a novel approach to the job.

You don't understand.

In here they're dead, but out there,
out there they're still alive, walking about.

- T rying to kill you?.
- Yes.

Yes.

Look out!

[GUNFIRE]

What are they?.

Unfriendly. Which is fortunate, really.
They'd be difficult to love. Come on.

Nothing.
There's nothing there.

I knew we were panicking unnecessarily.
Alien hordes, I mean to say.

- There they are.
- Where?. Where?.

Just coming into detector range.

They're too far off to be sure.
They could be meteors.

- They're ships.
- No, they couldn't be, there's too many of them.

That's a cloud of meteors.
Well, come on Jenna, you can see that, admit it.

That's a cloud of... big meteors.

Very big meteors. And it's slowing down.

They know about the defence zone.

Jenna, let's run for it.

Is it nearly complete?.

As you see.

Constructing the circuits required to
deactivate the defence zone was difficult,

but we were able to keep the technicians alive long
enough to duplicate their entire brain patterns

as well as their physical shape.

Their physical shape?.

Why do we still retain it?.
The woman Lurena has escaped.

It's just a precaution.

May I ask you an impertinent question?.

If you don't mind an impertinent answer.

I have taken on the shape of your species.

I use your words,
and yet I cannot understand you.

The woman Lurena and the other technicians
that were here, these I could understand. But you.

Why have you betrayed your own kind?.

Why have you given us the means
to eradicate your species?.

- Eradicate humanity?.
- Virtually.

Maybe I just don't like crowds.

[LASERON BLAST]

T ravis...

- You are T ravis?.
- I am T ravis.

Then who is this?.

His name is Blake.

His name WAS Blake.

[GUNFIRE]

- Where's Blake?.
- I left him in here.

What's that?.

We seem to have stumbled
over an alien invasion.

Which of these control sections
handles the defence zone?.

I can't tell you that.

You must know.
Now think, woman.

I can't tell you because you
haven't been cleared by security.

Well, neither had that!

She's been conditioned, Avon.
She wants to tell you but she can't.

Come on.

Your people are well trained.

- They serve, as do we all.
- How much longer?.

Each of these keys will close down
one sector of the defence zone.

When I've connected this last one,
you can begin.

My one regret is that they'll never
know who really killed them.

Why are they just sitting there?.

They're waiting for someone
to clear that defence zone.

Do you think Blake knows what's happening?.
Why hasn't he come back yet?.

What are we supposed to do, Jenna?.

- Give the alarm.
- Terrific idea, who do you suggest we tell?.

- Servalan.
-Oh now, wait a minute.

I just hope Blake understands
why we betrayed him.

Orac, I want you to punch through a message to the
strategy computer in Space Command headquarters.

I want you to tell it that there's an alien
battle fleet estimated at six hundred ships

about to enter Federation space.

Give it these coordinates.

Tell it that the information comes from Blake
on the Liberator. Can you do that, Orac?.

I would remind you that
I am not a communicator.

Your carrier beam is the fastest
way to contact Servalan.

That is not the purpose for
which it was developed.

Do it, you useless bunch of junk.
You got us into this mess,

"No cause for alarm" you said,
or have you forgotten?.

I have passed the message,
as you requested.

The Space Command strategy computer
is now registering the data.

It is finished.
Now you can open the way for our fleet to enter.

The final act.

Information.

One sector of the defence Zone
has now been deactivated.

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

Avon!

- How bad is he?.
- Bad enough.

Is he dead, Avon?.
Is T ravis dead?.

[GUNFIRE]

He is now. Are you?.

I've had better days.

We must get him back to the ship.

No, the aliens were closing
down the defence zone.

There must be a fleet out there.
We must warn the Federation.

From the ship.

The charges, Cally.
We cannot blow this place up.

Humanity is going to need
all the resources it can get.

All the charges are set, Blake,
they'll blow in ten minutes.

We can't stop them now they're primed,
it's too late.

- Well get them out onto the surface.
- In ten minutes?.

- T ry, Cally. Help her, Avon.
- You. Do what you can for him.

- When did this come in?.
- It showed up on the strategy readout.

All right, Durkim.
Red One mobilisation.

You believe it?.

All fighting ships to make maximum speed.

Patch this office into the fleet coordination suite.
Well, get on with it!

- How many more?.
- Three. How long have we got?.

Two-and-a-half minutes.

- I forgot.
- T ry not to move about.

No, you don 't understand.
There's another explosive charge.

Look, lie still.
You'll kill yourself.

They don't know about it.
I've got to get it out.

I'll get it.
Tell me where it is.

I put it in section
four on one of the panels.

- All right. Now lie still.
- You'll have to hurry.

Come on, come on.
We've got a minute and fifteen seconds.

That's the last.

Move!

[EXPLOSION]

Flagship Galileo reports galactic
eighth fleet under way.

Estimate achieve coordinates in four hours.

Cruiser Beagle now estimating rendeZvous
in three hours and seventeen minutes.

Flotillas fourteen and sixteen confirm
four hours and eight minutes.

But what happens in the meantime?.

I gave him my word.

To fight off that fleet until
the Federation get here?.

- That is what I promised.
- Why, Avon?.

Why not?.

They are under way,
they're moving towards the gap in the defence zone.

- Zen, put it on visual.
- Confirmed.

Well?.

Zen, battle computers to calculate
intercept course and strike ranges.

Confirmed.

Put up the radiation flare shield;
clear the neutron blasters for firing.

Neutron blasters are cleared for firing.

- Zen, put up the force wall.
- Confirmed.

Why didn't you
stay in the medical unit?.

Couldn't you bring yourself to
trust me just this once?.

- I thought I might be able to help.
- In that condition?.

- All right I'll go back.
- Can you manage, alone?.

Yes. Avon...

...for what it is worth,

I have always trusted you,
from the very beginning.

Flotilla seventeen estimates
two hours and six minutes.

Battle cruiser Newton reports coordinates
achievable in one hour and seven minutes.

One minute to strike range.

We can 't hold all of them.

They can 't all come through
that gap at once.

Stand by to fire.

- Avon, this is stupid!
- When did that ever stop us?.

Fire!