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Crichton: Hey, hey, hey, I am doing it.

Whoa... wait... I'm-I'm not doing it.

You're doing it barely, but just...

Don't show me, don't show me.

Port side, port-side thrusters.

Slicker 'n snot.

My microbes had to have
translated that one wrongly.

Southern metaphors, darlin'.

You ain't heard the half of them.

You know, you're picking this up
more slowly than the dumbest recruit.

But I am picking it up, aeryn.

The more I modify my
module with moya add-ons

the more I need to understand
bio—mechanoid technology.

Now,
you do that one again and I'll kill you.

Oh, sorry.
Almost hit that big sun out there.

There's nothing out there, John.

Exactly, aeryn.
That's why we picked this spot.

Nothing for me to hit.

Perfect for a driving lesson.

Like a big mall parking
lot on a Sunday morning.

I used to have 70,000 servants.

Rygel,
why don't you get yourself something to eat?

And during festivals, I had 50,000 more.

Mostly females.

Rygel?

They would worry about my ever nano-moment.

Make sure I was always smiling,
always entertained...

Rygel!

And never bored.

I'm bored.

Bored, bored, bored!

Will you stop doing that?!

Look, whatever you're doing there,
it can't be important.

You're just scared I'll win.

Come on, let's play.

I can't take moya's pregnancy much longer.

The walls on my cell are
excreting some sort of gel,

and pilot says it's due to moya's condition.

The center chamber has a strange
odor as well. Have you noticed?

I have a luxan's olfactory sense.

How can I not notice?

Where the hezmana are crichton and aeryn?
They should be back by now.

Teaching crichton takes time, d'argo.

Teaching crichton is a waste of time.

Am I the only one here that remembers
we are being tracked by bounty hunters?

Aeryn believes that anything we can do to
make crichton more effective, the better.

This sector is very peaceful.

It's perfect for crichton's trai...

Rygel!

If you do not stop that this instant...

You'll what? Please do tell.

It may be preferable to
this mind-numbing tedium.

Shut up!

Aeryn, lighten up. Have some fun.

Fun? How am I to have fun?

Oh, I don't know how you're supposed
to have fun, but this is fun.

This is top gun. This is the need for speed.

You like this stuff. Admit it.

I have no need for speed.

Yes, you do.
I see it in your eye all the time.

You miss the adrenalin of combat flying.

I miss the teamwork of combat flying.

The reason why I agreed
to teach you to do this

is because you may become vaguely
of some use to me one day in battle.

Oh. Well,
thank you for that vote of confidence.

Well you may have noticed
we're short of hands.

I didn't exactly have much choice.

Watch out for the starboard thrusters.
You're banking too sharply.

I got it.

What exactly do you mean by
'vaguely useful'?

Well you're hardly a quick learner, are you?

Oh, are you trying to tell me you
weren't the least bit challenged

learning to fly one of these things?

Not challenged the way you seem to be.

And you have it easy here.

At peacekeeper training,
there's no room for mistakes.

You screw up on the last day
of simulation flying, you die.

Right. The simulator kills you.

Now why does that not surprise me?

Chrichton: What are you doing back there?

Getting something to eat.
I always get hungry when I...

Oh!

What was that? —what was that?

What did you touch?

I didn't touch anything.

Aeryn, any idea what this is?

Aeryn: No, I don't.

Crichton: There's something pulling us in.

Still pulling us in.

I'm not getting any pulse-back soundings.

That's impossible.

Well, you think I'm making this up?

Look at it, there's nothing out there.

I can't hold her!

My name is John crichton, an astronaut...

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

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

A living ship full of
strange alien life-forms...

Help me...

Listen, please.

Is there anybody out there who can hear me?

Being hunted by an insane
military commander...

Doing everything I can...

I'm just looking for a way home.

Aeryn?

Aeryn!

You okay?

Aeryn!

Damn. Don't scare me like that.

Scare you? What,
you think I had something to do with that?

No, I thought you might... Never mind.

You going to be all right?

Think so. You?

If you don't count a broken neck.

A couple of aspirin, I'll be fine.

We hit something.

No, we didn't.

Hey, look,
I was in a head—on when I was 19.

We hit something.

There's nothing out there.

There's no mass readings.

No mass? How can there be no mass?

Something's blocking our view.

The sensors say there's
still nothing out there.

What the hell does that mean?!

I don't know.

Will you stop playing with that?!

I will play this thing
for as long as I like...

Pilot!

So sorry.

I appear to have hit the wrong comm.

You desired our attention, pilot.

An unidentified vessel is approaching.

It is signaling,
asking permission to come aboard.

Is it armed?

That depends.

What do you mean, "it depends"?

Moya's scan has found
traces of weapon pieces.

"Pieces?"

But nothing that constitutes a whole weapon,

and certainly nothing operational.

It seems a most... Curious vessel.

The name's staanz.

Oh, there's no need for the firepower,
friend.

I disagree... "Friend." Move.

That pretty little female here's not
going to look at you in quite the same way

when she learns you killed the only
person that could have saved you.

Saved us from what?

You see how much you need me?

You're headed straight for it,
and you don't even know it's there.

Headed for what?

The flax.

What is that?

It's a magna drift mesh,
75 million zachrons long.

I've never heard of anything called
"the flax."

- —And what species are you?
- Luxan.

Luxan? Never heard of it.
Doesn't mean you don't exist.

Our ship's sensors have not picked
up anything that size in this area.

Well, they wouldn't have
picked up much of anything.

That's the flax.
It's invisible till you get snagged in it.

Then it's all over.

Who put it there?

Zenetan pirates.

You never heard of them?
Consider yourself lucky.

I will warn crichton and aeryn.

Staanz: You got another ship out there?

Well warning them's probably a good idea,
you know, if you're not already too late.

What exactly are you?

My name's staanz.

I'm a garbologist.

I'm a, uh...
connoisseur of what other people throw away.

Define "connoisseur."

Tadek, eh?

Ah!

Your set's in, um... Very nice shape.

Do you play?

Oh, I used to... dabble.

You any good?

Perhaps you could give me a few... pointers.

Perhaps I can.

Oh...

Mmm... mm-hmm.

We need to get the ship
stabilized and assess the damage.

"Stabilized"?

According to this, we're too stable.

We're not moving.
There's no drift, no spin...

What?

I-I don't know.

It's as though we're suspended in one place.

The sooner we get this thing fixed
and blast out of here, the better.

No comms signal.

Probably busted in the crash.

No. The equipment's working just fine.

It's just there's no signal out there.

Aeryn, if I'm reading this right,
calorics are flat line.

We don't have any power.

Oh, that's impossible.

I fed the batteries just
before we left moya.

Yeah... impossible.

This isn't good.

I can't make contact with the transport pod.

Aeryn and crichton aren't responding.

They can't be that far out.

Staanz's story about the flax could be true.

It could be what's affecting
the comms transmission.

If it is, if he did come to warn us,

then the question is,
what does he want from us in return?

Anything he can get his hands on.

I've just accessed the criminal
ident files from the peacekeepers.

It seems our Mr. Staanz has quite a record.

He came offering help.

Shouldn't we at least give
him the benefit of the doubt?

We don't know that the flax doesn't exist.

And what if it does?

He may be leading us straight into it.

For all we know,
he could one of those bounty hunters.

No, staanz is trouble,
and we do not need to take that risk,

especially while moya is pregnant.

I agree that staanz may be
the most unusual species,

but you can't surely condemn him just because
he is an ex-prisoner of the peacekeepers.

Are you forgetting that
we are all ex-prisoners?

How can I ever forget?

Have you ever looked at your own records

to see what lies the peacekeepers
have written about you?

Have you?

Not everyone imprisoned by
the peacekeepers was innocent.

Meaning?

Meaning that I do not have time to
stand here and discuss this with you

while he is looting what
precious little we have.

Interesting move.

Very unconventional.

Care to raise the stakes?

Ossoh scent.

How pure?

Ninety parts.

They won't be able to resist even you.

What are you doing?!

I was about to raise...

I had him right where I wanted him.

You have a criminal record
with the peacekeepers.

Do you have any idea how
difficult that is in this game?

I've got a lot of records with
a lot of people. It's who I am!

It doesn't mean his money's no good.

Didn't deserve it and I
never robbed anybody...

Well, I used to Rob anybody but
now I'm an honest garbologist.

Ask anyone. I can give you a list of names.
Well, a couple of names.

Hey!

I used to be a zenetan.

One of the pirates who run the flax.

I alert ships that get caught in it.

I can prove it.

If you put me down.

Thank you.

Slowly.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Zenetan gang murals.

I spent nine cycles in a
malsonic labor stockade.

My zenetan "brothers"
did nothing to help me.

In fact, 'cause of what they
were doing on the outside,

I got beat close to death
more than once on the inside.

So, uh... when I got out, I went my own way.

I work for myself now.

Part of the fun is getting
to the flax before they do.

Also, I like warning people like you.

Pisses the zenetans off no end.

And I...
I figured when you send me on my way,

you might give me,
I don't know, a small reward?

Put those back on.

Rygel: Where are your, uh...

Your, uh... your...

My, uh...

For an anthropoid biped there
seems to be something missing.

Yeah, I know.

Well, I'm a yenen by species.

We're not exactly, uh...

Cut from the standard mold.

If you are truly interested in helping us,

our transport pod is still out there.

Two of our complement are aboard,
and we've lost contact.

They're not family?

No.

Good.

There's nothing worse than losing family.

Right, get a move on, crichton.

The message buoy's almost ready
so we'll need power to launch it.

I'm working as fast as I can, aeryn,
but these schematics are hard to read.

They're like half cat scan, half blueprint.

I know you don't read 'em at all.

Don't be ridiculous. That's tech work.

What happens if you crash land your
prowler and you have to repair it?

We're not trained to repair.

We're trained to find and
secure somebody else's ship.

Secure. As in take by force.

Oh, beats learning to read those.

Not today it doesn't.

I think I've redirected the remaining
power from the auxiliary systems.

Message buoy away.

You ready to go home?

Very.

D'argo: Staanz.

Staanz: Huh?!

Where did you get those boots?

Let me go!

Those boots are luxan.

A luxan would never lose his
boots unless he were dead.

I didn't kill him. He was already dead!

His ship got caught in the flax!

Oh, so you Rob the dead?

No, no...

A zenetan killed him.

He ejected...

Ejected the body.

I tried to get aboard the ship, but... look.

They blasted the crank out of me.

You tried to loot a dead luxan ship.

Of course I did.
That's what I do. I loot ships.

I see a ship, I try and loot it.

Well that ship, my friend,
was a luxan deep-space voyager.

Now, it may have on board some map
fibers that I desperately need.

Can you take me there?

Well, I don't know.
It was, uh... earmarked for destruction.

They might have already...

Melted it down.

If you take me there,

everything on board after
I get those map fibers...

Is yours.

Well, that sounds like a deal to me.

What about the flax?

Oh, not a problem.

If you know what you're doing.

Crichton:
Let's do this while we still have power.

200 trads. Are we clear?

Not yet. I'm increasing to eighty percent.

This is going to hurt, isn't it?

300 trads.

Should I punch it?

Ninety percent.

Should I punch it?

Not yet.

400 trads!

Now?

It's too strong! I can't hold her!

Now, aeryn! Now!

500 trads clear!

-Now?! —wait!

Man, this is really going to hurt!

Now!

Crichton!

Aeryn, where are you?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Aw, man, I knew this was going to hurt.

I'll be all right if I can get it out.

Can you pass me that ax?

Yeah.

What are you going to do with it?

I'm going to hack my foot off.

Aw, no. Let me, then.

Oh, just give it to me.

Did we break free?

Uh, you mind if I check in a minute?

I want to get these flames out first.

D'argo, the distress buoy is
broadcasting full coordinates.

Aeryn's message is short, but it's clear.

Their pod is caught in some sort of stasis,
but they see no stars.

Staanz: That's the flax, all right.

We are aboard staanz's vessel now
and ready to launch. Wish us luck.

Rha'nalan be with you.

A triple quadra-hent.

Of course that means nothing to you,

but I would have won all
this fair and square,

even if he hadn't left it behind.

Staanz: Luxan voyager, here we come!

When I get her really firing I
can get this baby up to hatch 4!

It stinks in here.

What?!

It stinks!

Oh, does it? I had my smell pods cauterized.

Helps in my line of work.

You mean you actually go out of your
way to collect all these things?

I follow space streams and I
pick up what others throw away.

That's all garbage.

Garbage? I don't touch garbage.

I'm a professional scavenger.

I only pick up the gems
of what others throw away.

I've got 9 million onnyxi play partners.

They particalize, they levitate, everything.

One day, I'm going to sell
these babies and make a killing.

They burn good, too.

You say that you can take
me to this luxan ship.

Unless it's already been melted down.

You and me go on board, get what we need,
stay no longer than an Arn.

And then we go to rescue aeryn and crichton.

You said they'll be safe for a while.

They're stuck in the flax.
They're going nowheres.

You said it was a small pod. The zenetans
aren't going to be in a rush to get there.

Oh, we have plenty of time.

Okay. Come on, baby!

Come on!

We're not moving.

We're still stuck.

There must be some sort of
field holding us in place.

You mean like a natural phenomenon?

You ever hear of phenomenon like that?

Uh-uh.

Well, whatever it is we have
to find a way to break free.

Any suggestions?

The distress buoy got away.

Well, I guess we just wait for d'argo
and the others to come rescue us.

- I'll deal with propulsion.
- I'll take environmentals.

Go on! Have a chew! It's delicious!

No, not that bit.
It's got to rot a bit more. Here. Try this.

No. I think I'll pass.

Hang on!
If I don't get to this, she's going to blow!

What?

Come on, baby!

Why don't you just get it fixed?

I did fix it. That's why it works
when I whack it a few times.

Help me!

Uh-oh.

What?

Hang on.

You see that?

That's kcrackic's tracer beam.

Who's kcrackic?

He's the red mentor to the zenetans.

Is that like a rank?

There's nothing military about
these guys except their firepower.

Then why are you so afraid of him?

I'm not afraid, exactly.

It's just... maybe I should have...

Mentioned it earlier, but...

I'm kind of on kcrackic's hate list.

I told a few of his secrets
to get out of prison.

So you betrayed your own leader?

Betray? Never.

The bottom line is, if he knows we're
around he's going to sea! The flax up

and we're not going to get to
the luxan ship or your friends.

He missed us.

But he's headed straight for your ship.

The moya!

Warn them. They've never heard of me,
they've never seen me.

I understand, d'argo. We will strive to
keep them distracted as long as we can.

Ooh...

I will strive to keep them distracted.

Greetings. I am pa'u zotoh zhaan.

You are kcrackic?

You know me?

Your reputation is well
known in these parts.

For what?

Cruelty.

My scan shows that your
leviathan is pregnant.

- —You're lucky.
- Why?

I once tried to commandeer
a pregnant leviathan.

80 men died.

A mother will protect her child.

A tracer ship was last seen
heading in this direction.

Run by a pewnkah named staanz.

Have you seen it? Or him?

No. Perhaps I can offer you
and your men something to eat?

You offer us nothing.
What we want from your ship, we take.

I see nothing of value here. Let's go.

Commander kcrackic...

May I present rygel the sixteenth,
dominar of...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How do you do,
pleased to meet you and all that yotz.

Where did you get so many kelvic crystals,
little one?

I won them.

Playing tadek?

No. Inter-species tugg wrestling, idiot.

So, you believe you play well?

I know I play well, and you,
I believe, are an easy Mark.

I'm still not getting a clean reading.

More than half the pod's
sensor relays have been fried.

Do you think moya's got
that distress buoy yet?

Crichton: Don't know, but even if she did,

if we don't buy ourselves a couple of hours,
arns,

we'll be dead by the time anybody gets here.

The atmospherics mix line is crushed.

Can you fix it?

Maybe.

Might be able to weld it,
but I need a welding torch.

There should be one in the equipment pack.

Problem is, there's too much pure 02
in here right now to risk firing it up.

What if we depressurize,
blast it out into space?

Fix it in our suits?

Yeah.

Aeryn, that's a great idea.

You sound surprised.

You okay?

Yes. You?

Yeah, just... peachy.

Are you comfortable?

Can I get you a pillow?

Do you think your people
have kept kcrackic occupied?

Well,
why don't we just call moya and ask them?

Perhaps you can speak to kcrackic himself.

Let's get out of here.

Kcrackic isn't the kind of person
you give a second chance to find you.

Okay, come on. Sing for daddy. Sing!

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing, nothing. Sometimes she
just needs a bit of a push to get going.

A push?

Yeah, you know. Like a grav spin
around a planet or something?

I need you to get me to that ship
fast so I can find that map fiber.

If you want to get there, open the furnace.

Hmm?

This had better work.

Come on! Burn!

Come on!

Burn, baby, burn!

Okay...

Here we go.

Oh, great!

What's wrong?

We're caught in the flax.

Impressive.

We'll be out of here in a few microts.

Mmm.

Rygel,
surely you're not giving up so early...

Who's giving up?

I'm not giving up.

Leave me alone.

I know what I'm doing.

Ante up, hynerian.

It's going to be like a wind tunnel
in here when we depressurize.

I'll get the release sequence started
and leave ou tthe last line...

We have a problem.

What's the matter?

It's broken.

Is there another one of those?

Exactly that.

One.

So one of us gets to die.

Crichton:
Torch looks like it's in working condition.

Unfortunately, there's no way to
test it before we depressurize.

Kill shot. We use them in battle triage
to stop brain and heart function.

And this is a nerve shot.
You use this one to bring me back.

Whoa, whoa, hold the phone.
Let's talk about this.

Nothing to talk about.

You know welding. You should do the repairs.

Yeah, but aeryn, that means you've gotta...

I'm sebacean.
They are meant to be used on my kind.

Yeah, but still...

The oxygen is rising in here
quickly so you'd better get ready.

Aeryn,

you notice anything about that?

It's useless.

It's also mine.

Yours isn't going to fit me.

Tell me exactly what I have to do.

We could wait. The others may come.

No. We got to fix the line.
Othennise, we're both dead anyway.

And if we get another
spot fire in this place,

it's going to go up like a blast furnace.

How long do I have to do the repairs?

I don't know. Um, without oxygen,
my brain can last maybe four minutes,

maybe five or six depending
on my body temperature.

Pick a number.
Tell me how long I have, and I'll follow it

but tell me what to do
while there's still time.

Torch.

Goon:
Should I tell Bacca to fire up the engines?

Why not? I should be there shortly.

Hmm?

Very unusual move.

Where did you learn it?

Uh, I made it up myself.

Did you?

I know somebody else who makes that move.

Good for you.

Are you sure this thing's going to work?

Mm-hmm, it should kill you.

Well,
it's not the kill shot that concerns me.

I'm sure you guys got that one down fine.

It's the wake-up call that's got me worried.

Well,
we can't be sure it works until you're dead.

Great.

It works perfectly well on sebaceans

and sebacean and human physiology appears
to be similar enough, so I say 50—50.

You call that good odds?

No. No, no, no. I'm going to teach you cpr.

What's that?

It's a human resuscitation
technique and very low tech.

We don't have time for this.

Aeryn, I've got time, okay?

I need a backup plan in case your
little nerve shot doesn't work, aeryn.

What does it involve?

It involves you breathing for me,
keeping my blood flowing so I don't die.

Don't be ridiculous.
It sounds far too complicated.

Well, it's a lot less complicated
than learning to fly a transport pod.

Fine. Show it to me, then.

Good. Lie down.

What?

Lie down.

No, flat out on the ground.
I can't show... lie down.

Okay.

Come on!

Where are the stars?

The flax magna absorbs the
light before it can get to us.

It's a bummer, like that.

Absorbs the lig ht?

If it's that powerful,
how come you're not more concerned?

Because I may be able to
dissolve a small part of the flax

unless they've already changed the code.

What?

Now, what I need from you is,

I need you to whack this
really hard on my signal.

Whack it really hard. Ready?

Three...

Two...

One...

Whack it!

Come on, man! Come on!

You can do it, come on.

Just a bit. Come on. Come on!

Yes! We've done it!

We're clear of the flax!

We're clear!

Did I say it, huh?

Hey! Stop whacking it!

We're clear! We've made it!

Oh! Go with me, brother!

We're clear.

It doesn't get better than this, baby!

13,14,15.

Then two more breaths
then 15 more compressions.

Right,
until I start breathing again on my own.

Or not.

Let's do it.

You've got about four minutes, 180 microts
before my brain starts to go adios.

Let's do it. In the chair.

Aeryn, it's real simple what
you got to do to fix the line.

I remember what you told me.

Hey, when sebaceans die what
do you guys believe happens?

Do you believe in an afterlife?
Heaven and hell, all thatjazz?

Humans believe, well some believe
that there's like this bright light

and you end up somewhere
else along with your friends,

family, relatives,
all the people who died before you.

Does that ring a bell?

Sebaceans believe when you die you die.

You go nowhere; You see nothing.

Guess I'll find out in a minute, huh?

- —Okay, 180 microts.
- Yes, I know.

Sorry if I'm repeating myself.

It's just, you know, I don't want
to take any chances with this, so...

I won't let you down, John.

Aw, this...
this is going to hurt like crap, isn't it?

Trust me, it's not going to hurt a bit.

That's it?

Well, it doesn't hurt...

The engine's fired up, ready to go.

Your wager, your lordship.

Zhaan: But we have nothing left to bet.

This ship.

I'll wager this ship.

You can't do that, rygel.

I can beat him. I know I can.

Fear not, lovely lady.

I told you before, I've had my
experience with pregnant leviathans.

I don't want your ship.

I reject your wager.

Quit now. You must quit.

The one you call staanz. I know where he is.

Rygel!

I wager his whereabouts.

Computer: You now have 60 microts, 59, 58

57, 56, 55

54, 53...

Hey,
I'm picking up some traces of atmosphere.

Atmosphere?

Yeah.
They're drifting from the coordinates where

your ship's pod is caught in the flax.

Oh, they're not just mere traces, either.

Looks like your friends
might be out of luck.

We may have no reason to
rush aboard that luxan ship.

Computer: 14, 13, 12...

11, 10, 9...

8, 7, 6...

5, 4, 3, 2...

Time has lapsed.

Time has lapsed. Time has...

I knew it. I knew I could do it.

Thanks for the game.

The game's not over.

Thank you for the game...

Little one.

Now, for that nugget of
information you promised me.

Zhaan: Rygel, don't.

Oh, you will tell me

or he'll blow your brains out.

I'll count to three.

One...

Two...

- —Three.
- Okay.

Staanz was here.

One of our crew is with him now.

You can locate him by following the
frequency of our crew member's comms unit.

What's the frequency?

It's in the ship's data store.

Access the ship's data
stores and let's go get him.

Crichton.

One... two...

Three... four.

Come on, crichton, wake up.

Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen, fourteen.

Aeryn and crichton have
a second reserve tank.

They could still be alive.

Look, there she is.

Your luxan beauty.

Oh, you're lucky, we're just in time.

She's next in line for the melt.

It's a luxan assault piercer.

I dreamt of serving on one as a boy.

I'll bring her in nice and easy.

Come on!

What are you looking so down about?

You said yourself the two
aboard that pod weren't family.

Look, the maps aboard that
ship might be your only chance

to reunite with your real family, huh?

My son.

Yeah, yeah, your son.

Thirteen, fourteen, come on!

Come on!

Crichton.

My god.

You did it, aeryn. You did it.

But you lied like a dog.

God, that hurt like hell.

How'd it go?

The environmentals. They fixed?

Uh, I... I didn't finish.

You didn't what?

Your time was running out.

Wait a minute. You stopped because...

I think we have about half an am
of breathable atmosphere left.

I thought we'd never be rid of them.

You wanted them to leave.

Didn't you?

Yes, but I...

You didn't expect them to leave us unscathed

unless they thought they were leaving
with something of value, did you?

You gave them the frequency.

The wrong frequency, yes.

I told pilot to change it the
minute kcrackic stepped on board.

Where are they headed, pilot?

Not exactly certain.

I could plot it for you.

No, don't bother.
As long as it's far from here.

Oh. It's certainly that.

You lost to kcrackic on purpose?

You think it was easy?

He's an abominable player.

A switched-off drd would have
made a better showing for itself.

Oh, please.

Bluffing is what the game's all about.

The message buoy got out.

They could still come for us.

Maybe they've been trying all this time.

The phenomenon that's got hold of us
might not be letting them through.

They might have tried and given up already.

Oh...

It's really cold in here.

It's colder than a frog's ass.

Okay.

We're docking.

If I get this right, we'll be nice
and snug in the aft access port.

Oh, come on, you got to be a bit excited.

You're 15 paces away from your
own luxan assault piercer.

The maps.

You'll be able to find your son.

You got to be looking
forward to seeing your son.

Huh?

Yes.

But when I do,
I want to be able to look him in the eye.

Aeryn.

You should have kept working.
Finished the repair.

At least one of us would have survived.

To be sitting here alone now?

I chose not to.

I thought peacekeepers were trained
to fight alone, survive alone.

Die alone.

Well...

It appears my training is failing me.

I don't want to die alone.

What did you see?

Hmm?

Y—you know, after the kill shot,
when you were dead.

Did you see the things that,
you know that, that humans believe?

The light? Friends?

No.

No, I didn't.

All I saw was black.

I don't know, maybe you sebaceans are right.

Maybe there's nothing after this.

Maybe...

Maybe...

I wasn't supposed to die that time.

Well...

Maybe you'll find out for certain this time.

Somebody docking?

D'argo.

Um...

What took you so long?

I had to, uh...

Find someone to help me.

Right.

I think it's time that we left.

It's about time!

Oh, your pals are okay!
I told you they would be!

You think maybe you could untie me, please?

This is no fun!

Hey, welcome aboard, people!

I'd offer you something to chew but, uh,

what can I say?
My hands are tied at the moment!

Is he dangerous?

Merely annoying.

The flax is huge.

There's bound to be another luxan
ship stuck in there somewhere.

I thought...

Maybe we could go look for it together?

We go together?

I'm lonely.

Everybody needs a mate, ka d'argo.

Even you.

A mate?

I am the female of the species.
You know that don't you?

In fact, false modesty aside I'm, uh...

I'm considered quite the zenetan beauty.

You know big guy, I think I better, uh...

Give you a little time alone here.

'Cause I know, in a universe this
vast when two hearts collide...

Shut up.

You and me?

Oh, I don't really, ah...

I love you.

Um, well you, ah...

Love you!

I love you!

We are now well out of range of
the flax and kcrackic's tracer.

What happened out there, d'argo?

D'argo?

A luxan warrior must never
be indecisive in battle.

My indecision nearly cost
aeryn and crichton their lives.

But you saved them.

Barely.

And by saving them I may
have given up my only chance

of ever seeing my son again.

On every front,

I failed.

Heat of the moment.

Exactly.

Too much pure oxygen.

Affected our judgment.

If it had been you and d'argo there,

the same thing probably would have happened.

Or you and zhaan.

Anyway, one thing's for sure. It'll never...

Never happen again.

Never.

Never.

Never.

One thing,

just to be absolutely certain.

You are the female of your species?

Right?

I'll take that as a yes.