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Oh, yeah...

Work, frell you, work!

Ah!

Oh...

See to me, it's unbelievable, you know.

I can come to the Mall of the Uncharted Territories,

buy anything I want, 'cause I'm rich,

and that leather, SandM faced wacko Scorpy clone,

he's... he's locked in here, so you know...

anything, with all, you know...

everything is gonna be just fine, but no,

my friend she's sick, so we gotta find a place where she can heal

and you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

No.

What the hell's going on out there?

Gamma disturbances are quite common in this area.

What, are you talking like storms?

Well, yes. They're no problem.

John!

Hey, yo, Heavy D!

Hey, have you tried one of these things?

They're terrible, but once you get past the blue slime, underneath,

pure aviation fuel.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look what I got for me and Chiana.

They're union tattoos.

Oh.

They are burned into our skin. - Cool.

You know, I... I never thought I was gonna get married again.

But then...

What?

Have you been talking to Chiana?

No, no.

No, she's angry with me, but once she get these...

Yeah, D'Argo, look...

I could be wrong, all right? Um, probably am.

She probably wouldn't, but...

Chiana could say no.

How could she say no?

No!

No...

No more.

This is crazy.

Yeah.

And creepy.

Why are we in here with these bodies?

Because it's cold.

Your Dad, D'Argo...

D'Argo hates the cold.

So he won't catch us if he comes back early.

I'm half-Luxan. I'm not crazy about the cold, either.

I'll warm you.

Take those to our vessel.

- Yes, your Eminence. - Thank you.

Your Eminence just gave them a 300 fenik tip.

That's more than a year's wage.

The servant class is never rewarded enough.

Here. Let me help you.

I'm dying, Stark. I'm not an invalid.

Don't talk like that. I've got maps here. Maps.

We'll find a planet where you can recuperate.

Just buy me an intoxicant.

That's all I need to recuperate.

She looks weaker.

Yes, she does.

So, what did you buy?

Just some essentials.

What would that be? Floss? Lip liner?

Weapons.

I traded a pulse pistol for some original Taric deployers.

Cool.

Are you Crichton?

Who are you?

Security.

And are you Crichton?

No, he's not. And we don't know who this "Cretin" is.

You know, I heard he destroyed a Peacekeeper Gammak base,

murdered an entire Nebari battalion,

even laid waste to a Shadow Depository.

The guy was a devil.

He raped and pillaged, he popped eyeballs.

Whoa, whoa, where... where do they get these stories?

Let's set the facts straight.

First off, there was no raping, very little pillaging

and Frau Bl cher popped all the eyeballs.

I knew you were Crichton.

Look, I'm not here for any trouble.

I'm just looking for some aviation fuel shooters.

That's great.

That's great because, in here, everything's on me.

We hate Peacekeepers.

Hey, Moordy! Moordy!

Intoxicants for Crichton and his... his grunt.

I'm not his grunt.

Yeah, so... you here to kill somebody? Can I help you?

No, no, no, my grunt does all my killing.

I'm strictly RandR.

What the hell's going on around here?

Moordil, what's the problem?

Watch out!

Down, Zhaan!

My name is John Crichton... I'm lost... an astronaut.

I got shot through a wormhole... In some distant part of the universe...

I'm trying to stay alive...

Aboard this ship... This living ship...

Of escaped prisoners. My friends.

If you can hear me... Beware.

If I make it back... Will they follow?

If I open the door... Are you ready?

Earth is unprepared... Helpless, for the nightmares I've seen.

Or should I stay... Protect my home...

Not show them... You exist...

But then you will never know the wonders I've seen.

Aeryn! Where's Aeryn?

Aeryn?!

Here.

Under a pile of dren!

Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Nothin' like a bomb to sober you up.

I'm fine. Anybody hurt? - Stark!

I'm bleeding! Help me! I'm bleeding! - I'm here. I'm coming.

Hey, what happened here? Was it a bomb?

The storm!

I thought you said the storms were no problem!

Pilot, how's Moya?

We've been thrown into the docking rings.

Moya's elastic skin saved us, but three hatches have ruptured.

Chiana, can you hear me?

I, uh, got you, Pilot.

There's a hatch breach on tier seven.

I'm onto it.

Is Jothee all right?

Oh, yeah. He's fine.

I'd better get up to Moya and see if there are any survivors.

Check on her exterior.

Chiana!

This guy... this guy's moving!

What?

What'd you do to him?

I didn't do anything. The thing busted open, he started moving.

Well... well, close it up! Just...

I don't think you can just "close it up."

What the hell's he waking up for? I thought he was dead.

No, no, no. They were quick-frozen or something before they died. Stay with him.

I don't want to stay here. - Just make sure he's okay, all right?

Crichton wants to talk to him.

He thinks he's... he thinks, uh, some kind of relative.

Chiana! What if he heard us when we were...

Jothee! I gotta stabilize the frelling hatch!

Whoa! Watch where you're going!

Watch yourself, slut.

What did you say? - Out of my way.

Zhaan needs these medical supplies on the station.

What's the matter with you, Ryg?

I heard you.

You heard nothing.

Freezer chamber. Young half-breed.

Any of this getting you wet?

If you tell D'Argo,

I will rip out your tongue and shove it up your fekik!

You idiot, I won't have to tell him.

He's Luxan. He'll smell Jothee all over you.

Keep your lips shut.

Hmm...

You do the same with your legs.

I'm in the Transport Pod, Pilot.

Three of the station's five pods have been destroyed.

I can't find any signs of survivors.

How's Moya?

Well, her epidermis seems intact

but she's tangled up in some of the station's cables.

I'll see if I can reverse us clear.

Look, Pilot, wait.

There's another ship close by.

It seems intact. Try to bring it in using the docking web.

I'll try, D'Argo.

Don't move, Moordil.

The beam has pierced your mynan artery.

What does it matter? The station's destroyed.

There must be hundreds dead. Hundreds!

Shhh, stay calm, Moordil.

There's nothing we can do about those souls, anyway.

Everything's gone.

Then those stories must be true.

What are you talking about?

You see, there were once three Commerce Stations near the twin suns of Qell.

But one has been destroyed by asteroids, one has been burned by fire,

and we are the last remaining station.

There were stories that we were cursed.

Why would you be cursed?

Because this station is built on what we call the Sacred Stillness.

This is where some say the great Gods were born.

That's just dren!

There's no curse. It was... it was just storms.

No, they weakened before they reached us.

But you know this last cycle, it's been gaining in strength.

The storms have been compacting to funnels just six parisims wide.

Each storm getting closer.

It's as if they were aimed at us.

You can't aim a storm.

Then the curse must be true.

This is Gezma's revenge for buying and selling in his Sacred Stillness.

Where am I?

On a Leviathan.

We found you in a medical lab.

You don't remember how you got here?

No...

I just...

I was on an expedition.

We were looking for the Dimordis Tomb in the Berger Nebula.

I got sick.

Stanis and me got sick.

Jool found us.

When you were in there, before you woke up,

you hear anything?

I sensed... some movement.

Kind of a thumping sound.

It didn't last long.

Are you okay?

I'm supposed to look after you so don't do anything crazy.

Oh, frell!

Chiana, get down here!

I think this guy's dying!

Get down here.

Handle it yourself!

See if you can force it, Chiana!

Pilot? I've sealed the vent.

Pilot?

We've got another problem.

The child... uh...

the child your friend saw must be trapped in the lower pod.

There is... there is...

there was a nursery there for when the parents were shopping.

How do I get down there? - You can't.

All the connecting walkways are crushed.

No, no, no, no. There's always another way in.

If those filtration vents have integrity, they link to waste conduits in the lower pod.

Over here?

Yes, that's it.

All right, I'll check them out.

All right, I'm coming with you.

What did you do to him?

Nothing.

He puked on me, then he died.

You killed him, didn't you? - What?!

What, did he see us? Is that why you killed him?

No, he didn't see us. I didn't ki...

Even if he did, I wouldn't kill him!

He just died.

- Chiana. - Yeah, D'Argo.

You and Jothee get down to the transport hangar

and make sure that ship we're bringing on board isn't hostile.

We're on our way. Go bathe.

What? We're in the middle of this massive khamsin

and you want me to wash?

What do you smell, Jothee?

Right now?

You smell me, don't you? And you're only half Luxan.

D'Argo will smell me all over you unless you go bathe before he gets back on board.

Go. Go now.

All right Moordil, short incline and then it splits off.

If it's still intact the lower vent should lead to the nursery.

Got it. After me.

After you.

You know, I've been thinking.

About us.

You want to talk about this now?

Oh, it's a good time.

No one here to bother us.

I know the pressures of living close.

How it can effect the safety...

of an entire battalion...

unless tensions are relieved.

So what do you suggest?

Well, in Peacekeepers it was common practice to, uh...

reduce fluid levels.

Fluid levels? Like...

well, like Valvoline? Like brake fluid?

Like sex.

We can have sex if you want.

You know what? Uh... now is not a good time.

How about I, uh, check my diary and get back to you later in the week?

It would relieve the tension.

Is this for you or for me?

For both of us.

You know what?

I got...

two hands.

I can alternate. I can release all the tension I want.

I don't need your charity.

And I don't need your emotions.

But we can have sex if you want.

Watch that. That's broken.

Yeah.

But don't change the subject.

What are you afraid of, John?

Aeryn!

Aeryn!

Aeryn!

Aeryn!

John!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Something smells completely frelnik down here,

so I suspect I've found the waste conduit Moordil said we had to find.

Look, just stay where you are. I'll go get some help and we'll get you out.

No, I'm going to follow this down. See if it leads to the lower pod.

No, stay where you are.

Tell Moordil I'll Comm him when I need directions.

Damn it, you stubborn...

Crichton.

Pilot, I'll call you back. I can't talk right now.

You have to talk.

I've run the residual storm graph you wanted.

You were right.

The storm took a 90-degree turn to hit us.

90 degrees?

It seems to have come after us on purpose.

And there's worse.

Pilot says there's another storm on the way.

It's gonna hit us in less than two arns and it's bigger than the last one.

Hit us? This station can't take another hit. - Yeah, I know that.

Then let's all get onto Moya and haul out of here.

I can't pull the spike out of Moordil and I can't just leave him here.

Well, he's going to die, isn't he? - Well, yes, but...

What does it matter if we leave him? - Blue... Blue, Sparky, just knock it off.

We've got at least two arns. Aeryn can use that time to try free the trapped girl.

I don't give a sisil's arse about a trapped girl.

Yes, and that's what makes you a great humanitarian, Buckwheat,

but we are not leaving.

Scooby Doo time. All right, here's the deal.

Our pilot says that the storms are being attracted by a flux broadcast

being generated somewhere inside this station.

The station? - From in here?

Yes.

Someone's targeting the storm at us?

Yes.

You see?

I told you the storms weren't Gezma's wrath.

No. You just managed to piss somebody off.

Now, do you have any idea who would wanna destroy your station?

Tell him.

Frell.

Go on, tell him.

I'm probably going to die anyway.

There's a cult of religious zealots, the Kampeks.

Some call them noble warriors.

- But they're not. - They're insane.

And you can't bribe them.

I tried when I thought they were responsible

for the destruction of the other stations.

Kampeks? This is their Sacred Stillness?

You see, they say we're desecrating their gods by buying and selling here.

They must be broadcasting the storm signals.

Then let's destroy it.

Let's find out where the signals are coming from and smash it.

How? There are 12 levels on this station.

You'll never search it in two arns.

We might.

I've got an idea.

Pilot says it's empty but he can't sense how to get inside.

The defense shield is active all the way around the ship.

- Give me a shot. - I'll get inside.

What's that smell?

I bathed.

I did.

Twice.

Are you wearing perfumed wash?

Yeah, I gave him some from Zhaan's chamber.

Yeah, well, uh... you smell very nice. - Give me a break.

No, no, really, you do. You smell just...

Shut up. You can find you own way into the frelling ship.

Jothee! I was only teasing.

Jothee!

Um, you look attractive.

Do I?

Yes, like you're happy.

I'm not.

I know I've been a trasnik and I want to apologize.

Look, don't worry about it, okay?

No, really. I am so sorry.

And there's, uh, something I'd like to talk to you about if...

Uh, look, D'Argo, I'm not, I'm not ready to talk now, okay?

What do you want me to do, beg? I said I'm sorry.

No, I don't want you to beg. I just... I'm not ready to talk.

Just because you're ready to talk, it doesn't mean that I am.

Okay.

I'm sorry, I...

Uh, Pilot's...

Pilot's got two more hatches for me to check and I just wanted to do that first, okay?

Fine.

Fine.

Okay.

That's just about the last of the DRDs.

If Crichton's correct, they should give us some indication

of where the signal's coming from.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing. Have you got One-Eye working yet?

Not yet. I think it's the energy exchanger, but that can wait.

Don't worry about me, Stark. It's all right.

Let me look at your head. - No, just stop...

I said let me look at it!

Let me look at it now!

The sores are worse.

The weakening is progressing. - Stark, don't.

Much faster. Much faster than we predicted, much.

But, I... I will find you a planet.

A planet with the right soil and moisture.

Calm yourself, Stark. Please.

You're the expert here.

You've witnessed more death than anyone else.

So many dissatisfied souls dying before they felt ready.

Yes, I'm an expert on dying.

I'm just not an expert on you dying.

All right, Moordil.

Looks like some kind of binary code followed by four circles.

Ah, you've reached the lower pod.

Keep going for another 300 metras.

Got it.

Help!

Hello? - Is anyone there?

Hello?

Do you think he knows?

How could he know?

He looked at me like he knew.

What are you gonna tell him?

I'm not gonna tell him anything.

Tell who?

Crichton. We don't know what to tell him about the guy cacking.

I'm sure he'll understand it wasn't your fault.

I thought Pilot wanted you to reseal the hatch.

I was on my way down to help you.

Well, he did.

He does. We're, we're going now.

What's that smell?

I told you. It's just the scented wash.

You know, the perfume wash.

No, no, no, no, no. There's something else.

Well I don't smell anything.

Why are you both in here?

I told you. We were just checking on the dead guy.

I don't believe you.

Did you talk to Rygel?

About what?

You have betrayed me.

D'Argo... - With my own manin.

I'm not your manin. - Obviously.

I didn't mean that. I... - Well what did you mean?

D'Argo, let's not... - Let's not what?

Get angry?

Or...

kill you?

Do you know what this is?

D'Argo, this is my fault. Mine, not Jothee's.

Get away from me now.

It's a union tattoo.

It's a Luxan symbol of courage, honor,

and loyalty.

I was going to give it to Chiana, but I was wrong.

I want you to have it.

D'Argo, I don't want to have to... - No, I insist!

D'Argo, let him go! - Get away from me!

D'Argo!

But you...

you will never get these.

D'Argo, listen to me. - No!

I will never listen to anything either of you have to say again.

D'Argo.

D'Argo. D'Argo!

I know what it was I smelled before.

It was a burnt-out function cell in the cryo chamber.

There. Got it.

What is it?

I don't know.

What you got?

The signal's coming from here.

From here?

Crichton, Borlik, back off.

But I'm... I'm not sending out any frelling signal.

See, I told you.

What?

Well why is it making this noise?

Why is it making that noise?

Obviously, you haven't fixed it properly.

You sure One-Eye's working right?

It's working.

No, it's broken.

Give him the Scooby Doo snack, then.

Where's the signal coming from?

Lak-ma-ruka-be...

Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be.

Lak-ma-ruka-be.

Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be.

Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be.

Dude, she's stuck, man.

She's still broadcasting.

Yeah, but where's the signal coming from?

I think it's coming from inside her.

Lak-ma-ruka-be... - Inside her?!

Is that why she's stuck to the wall?

I don't know. She's somehow magnetized herself to the pipe.

Okay. Enough.

Let's kill her cut her off the frelling pipe and chuck her out.

No, no, no, no. That pipe is hydro-honium steel.

Frozen exhaust.

If you rupture it, we'll freeze in 10 microts.

Worm, are you ready to die in the cleansing apocalypse?

Lak-ma-ruka-be... - Worm?!

Are you ready to die in a cleansing ramming?

Rygel, cut it out.

I'm going to kill the bitch now!

Rygel, we don't know what's going on.

We don't know anything so we don't know if killing her will stop the damn signal.

Who cares? It'll shut her up and make me feel good.

Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be.

Buckwheat!

Stop it.

Go on, kill me.

Shoot me. Cut me into pieces and burn my flesh with selik acid

but my broadcast will still be sent.

The apocalypse will cleanse you all.

At least let me shut her up.

Lak-ma-ruka-be...

Shove it in deep, Rygel.

Pilot, how long before that storm hits?

It seems to be increasing in velocity.

Probably less than an arn.

But I was thinking.

Since the pipe Borlik's magnetized to is made of hydro-honium steel,

perhaps if we found a larger source of it...

It would pull her away from the pipe.

Good. We have any of that hydro-crap on board?

Running an inventory check now.

Aeryn, you might have to forget about the kid.

I think I heard something.

Make it quick. You've got less than an arn.

Are you still there?

Yes, I'm here. I just need to know where you are. Keep making noise.

Help! Hurry!

Yeah, hang on, I'm coming.

I'll follow your voice.

Please!

I've located three sources of hydro-steel.

Two are in the neural cluster cooling rods.

Can we get to it? - Not in time.

But the third source is accessible.

The cryo-chambers you brought aboard are lined with hydro-steel.

The attraction from one of them could pull Borlik loose.

Good. So we drag her onboard Moya,

fly as far away from the station as we can, divert the storm.

But we're still trapped by the docking cables.

I've tried to pull us clear, but I can't.

All right, well, find D'Argo. Tell him I need his help on this.

I've been signaling his Comms, but he's not answering.

Why not?

I think I might know why.

Hey, D.

How you doing?

You know, don't you?

Yeah.

Did you know when I showed you the union tattoos?

No, I didn't.

They're bragging about it, aren't they?

D'Argo, it's not like that.

Rygel found out, and he told me what...

We don't have time for this.

Yes, I know. I heard you talking to Pilot.

You want me to go outside and help free Moya.

While I go grab Borlik.

Well, why don't you get Chiana and Jothee to do it.

They like working together.

D'Argo, they can't free the cable.

They're not as strong as you are.

They're not as brave, they're not as smart.

Oh, look, don't! All right, just don't!

They broke my heart, John.

I know that.

But if you don't go out on Moya and pull that cable off,

we're all going to die when that storm hits.

Then we all die.

I can't hear you anymore.

Hello? Are you still there?

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Frell.

Hello?

What the hell were you thinking?

Obviously, we weren't thinking. - Obviously.

We didn't think we'd get caught. - Do you know what you did?

You betrayed the one person on this ship who would have done anything for you.

Both of you.

He would have died for you.

Yeah, we need you, D'Argo.

We need you.

Oh, and by the way, would you mind putting your hands against the wall

and spreading your legs so I can kick you up the mivonks?

'Cause you have got to be one dumb trasnik.

I'm starting depressurization.

I've created an inertial field on Moya's skin so you can move around some.

But be careful.

The winds are reaching speeds of 300 nilits.

I've got a breathing regulator in case I have to stay out there.

Crichton told me you weren't going out.

Well, you know what?

I changed my mind.

Why?

Good-bye, Pilot.

D'Argo?

D'Argo?

I'm outside, Pilot. Where are the cables?

Just looking now, D'Argo.

Hamman side.

Got it.

Take the gag out.

Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be.

You want to hear this?

See, I see your fear, worm.

But the Holy Gezma will embrace even you, if you repent.

Repent?

We have less than an arn.

I was a Dominar. It'd take me longer than that to repent.

When about to die you should feel more shame.

Hey, fridge magnet. I got something for you to feel.

What is that?

Oh, what's the matter?

Is that your fear I see?

You're not so psycho happy now.

Oh, what are you doing?

This is hydro-steel.

Just like that pipe.

Only this is bigger.

So it may be your turn to repent for all the souls you've murdered.

Don't! Keep it away!

Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be.

Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be. Lak-ma-ruka-be...

Gezma will destroy you.

Got her, Pilot.

We're coming back to Moya. We'll try to free her up.

Crichton, don't you know?

D'Argo's already outside.

Pilot, I've cleared Moya of all the cables except for two.

Be careful.

Those last cables are pulse rechargers.

Can you shut them down?

I have no control over them.

They are linked to the station's power source.

But I can't move them unless they're neutralized.

Crichton's on his way.

He can help you.

No.

I can do this alone.

- D'Argo? Listen to me. - Wait for Crichton. He'll...

No, Chiana.

You can never tell me what to do,

ever again.

Crichton, talk to D'Argo.

Talk to him now.

D'Argo?

D'Argo, what are you doing out there?

What you asked me to.

When I neutralize these cables you'll be able to pull Moya clear.

Wait! Wait for me.

Good-bye, John.

No! Don't do it!

No!

Pilot, why the hell did you let him go out?

He didn't ask for my permission.

You could've stopped him!

I would shut up and stop wasting time, Commander!

You're telling the wrong person to shut up.

We have less than a quarter of an arn before the storm funnel reaches us.

Any signal yet, Pilot?

Nothing.

Crichton, if you're unable to save D'Argo,

Moya is willing to try and rip free from the cables, but...

No, no, no! I'll get us clear.

Is he dead? Is my father dead? - I don't know.

I'll go with you. I'm half-Luxan. I can survive out there. I'll help...

You don't know that, Jothee, and I can't be rescuing two people.

Now get out of here.

Get out of here! You're slowing me down!

Crichton, no!

Crichton...

Do you see him?

Not yet, Pilot.

D'Argo!

Pilot, he's not responding.

I'm going to fix the ship first, then go after him.

Get to him! Get to him now!

Heading for the cable.

I'm coming out there myself!

No, Chiana, stay the hell where you are!

Frell!

Help me!

Hang on, I'm almost there!

Help me!

Please!

Hurry!

Save them.

I should have known Borlik was one of them.

A Kampek.

Pilot, I can't...

Crichton!

I'm at the access hatch!

Moordil, what's the code?

Moordil!

What's the frelling code?

Oh, Gezmana...

I can't hear you!

Moordil!

By the Goddess.

What's the frelling code?

Aeryn, he's dead.

Moordil's dead.

Get back now. We've got to get out now!

No way. Not yet.

I just hope this works.

Frell me dead.

Have you reached him?

Not yet. I'll get to him soon.

Get to him now.

Chiana, I'm busy. If I don't...

John, I've got you.

D'Argo!

Let's get the cable.

You all right?

All right, on my count.

One...

two...

three!

That's it, Pilot.

Moya's free. We're coming in.

Hurry!

We must draw the storm away from the station now!

D'Argo...

Aw, man, what are you doing?

Hell.

I'm not going in without you, D'Argo.

Keep moving! That way.

Zhaan, what's going on? We're getting the dren knocked out of us down here!

Aeryn, hurry! You must get back here.

Moya's freed but the storm may still hit us.

Well, if it does I don't think we're going to make it.

Hurry!

Come on!

Move it!

Is he alive?

He's alive. Look after him.

D'Argo...

Crichton, where is he?

He's with Chiana.

Pilot, are we moving?

Attempting Starburst.

No! In Starburst, the storm won't be able to track Borlik's signal.

Accelerating now.

I thought you were going to die out there.

Hey, come here.

I want... you both...

to stay away from me!

Don't!

Commuter forecast on your travel day.

Storms expected, just for you...

I think I'll be able to share my purification.

It took all my strength,

but I was able to reconfigure the magnetics and stick here.

By the time you cut me down the storm will be upon us.

Lak-ma-ruka-be.

You're too smart.

Where are you going?

Uh, you win, we lose.

You... you outsmarted us.

But that door you're stuck to...

It's detachable.

No!

Yes. - No, you lie!

No, you will still be purified.

The Holy Gezma's punishment will be brought down upon...

Blah-blah, blah-blah, blah.

Pilot! - Lak-ma-ruka-be!

I'm clear. Detach the door.

and suck this bitch out!

Lak-ma-ruka-be!

There you go.

That's it.

Watch your head. Good.

Thank the Goddess, the children are safe.

Now we must find a planet where you can regain your strength.

If She so wishes it.

Been thinking about that thing we talked about.

About charity, and, uh, maybe...

Maybe you were right.

We should do nothing.

What about body fluids?

There'll be a backlog.

Fluid levels? Backlog?

Is there some kind of problem?

Shut up.

Hmm? What did I say?

Shut up. - Shut up.

You're really gonna...

you're gonna leave without saying anything?

Yeah.

D'Argo's right.

I know nothing of Luxan honor or integrity.

I'm a half-Luxan.

I betrayed him.

And if I stay, I'll... I'll probably do it again.

It wasn't all your fault.

Yeah, I never figured that bit.

Why'd you do it?

I don't know.

D'Argo had plans for... for me.

For a stupid farm.

I didn't want any of them.

I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I just...

I figured I had to do something he'd never forgive.

You used me?

Yeah, a little.

But you enjoyed it, didn't you?

Tell my father, if he'll let you, that I'm sorry.

And that one day I'll return and make it up to you both.

I'll tell him.