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Scarran warriors outnumber Peacekeeper soldiers...

ten to one.

But if and when they attack, we will lose, Braca.

Unless we harness a superior weapon.

Yes.

Wormhole technology. Without it, the Sebacean race will be overrun.

Thousands of cycles of history gone.

What's Talyn doing?

He's aiming at us. - Frell.

Shut down, Talyn, shut down! - Start evasive procedures now!

Talyn.

You know what must happen next.

Let us take away your pain.

Synchronize nerve impulses.

We have almost closed the deal.

Put it on.

Those wearing the bracelets will feel each other's pain.

I don't see another option.

Scorpius has the knowledge from my brain

and I'm not gonna let him shaft the universe with it.

I'm going to the Command Carrier.

I'm going to stop Scorpius.

You're all gonna die.

And now, on Farscape.

Turn back, John.

Shut up, Private. We're going in.

If Scorpius discovers you intend to sabotage his wormhole research,

he'll kill you, John.

And if you perish, so do I.

Thought you wanted to die.

Not anymore.

I want to survive.

Then follow orders.

I'll do my best.

Trust me on that.

Crichton!

D'Argo and Rygel just reported in from the Command Carrier.

Scorpius is sending Marauders to escort us in.

Or blast us into particles. - Why is your hair red?

Because I'm anxious, okay? I don't know why we're doing this.

I don't know why I came along,

and I don't know why we didn’t jump ship when you said we would.

'Cause we'd be nowhere near a populated planet.

You know what, we could have stayed on Moya.

- Aeryn, turn the Pod around. - Let's take these two back.

Moya is over four arns away.

And hiding with Talyn by now.

Pilot, are you parked?

Yes, Moya has towed Talyn to the agreed upon rendezvous point.

Pilot, what was that?

Moya is under great stress.

She ought to see us.

But she assures me she will endure.

I hope we can say the same.

Welcome.

Let's test the jewelry.

All right.

Ow!

Just checking.

Treating you all right?

So far.

Food could be better.

John Crichton.

I grant you, John, and your companions full diplomatic rights,

immunities and courtesies whilst aboard this vessel.

At last.

The rift between us is finally bridged.

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.

So tell me John,

what finally brought you here?

Dominar Rygel claimed you prefer the Peacekeepers to the Scarrans.

Any other reasons?

Moya, Pilot, Aeryn, D'Argo.

they've been through hell, in large part due to me.

It's time I did something for them.

Do not screw with them, Scorpius.

Give them what they want.

It's a good deal for you.

Oh,

uncontested.

There is one thing more we want.

Talyn is presently inoperative.

He needs to be brought aboard for a full cognitive system replacement.

That was not part of the agreement.

So?

You called off the Retrieval Squad. Fixing up Talyn is chump change.

Bringing a gunship aboard is too much to ask.

His weapons have been deactivated.

Techs will remove them. He will be reprogrammed and set free.

No guns, no Peacekeeper memories, no emotional problems.

What incentive is there for us to work on? Crais'...

Braca, you wanna go another round with me?

We can take this outside.

Talyn's behalf.

Crais can go to hell.

This is for me, not him.

Granted.

Then show me to my quarters and get me the project schematics

so I can isolate Talyn's design flaws.

I'll need a Leviathan specialist. I request Lieutenant Larell.

For, uh, any particular reason?

Only that she's the best qualified.

Hmm.

Your shipmates have been invited to refreshment in the... Officer's Lounge.

Shall we join them?

No, thank you. I came to work.

For or against me?

Full immunity for escaped prisoners.

It's frelling madness.

We shouldn't be welcoming these criminals.

We should be executing them.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Traitor.

Deserter. - Frelljek.

There's a lot of hostility among the crew.

They feel you betrayed them by misusing your command.

So do I.

Check the frelljek.

Traitor.

A deserter.

I'm delighted to have you assisting us.

We've prepared you a workstation.

Tell me what you require. I'll have someone obtain it for you.

Workstation?

Seems limited.

I don't assist.

John, the intention... - Screw you and your intentions, Scorp!

I do not eat at the kiddie table.

Now, you either give me the big toys or you send me home.

Not as salubrious as your previous accommodations.

Still, considering the fact you should be in our brig,

I suppose you can't complain.

Don't bother searching for surveillance.

You're not that important.

Lieutenant Braca, I predicted your rise in this organization.

I stand by that prediction.

You are a consummate Peacekeeper.

This is too weird being here.

How long were you a prisoner? - Eight cycles.

And you were born here? Grew up within these walls? It must have been awful.

Yeah!

That's just chance.

I'll get it back.

Cheers.

No, it wasn't awful.

Room for another?

No.

Oh, but I have currency,

and, uh... other things.

I don't see anything.

No?

Look closer.

Chiana, I think we should be moving along.

We were just getting to know each other.

I know exactly what you are.

Oh?

A Nebari tralk.

And a Luxan who took a Sebacean wife and then murdered her.

D'Argo, we didn't come here to fight.

No.

No, I wouldn't dream of it.

Lieutenant Reljik.

We were just getting to know each other.

Ah, Braca.

Crichton's now arrived so keep your promises.

You owe me a full intelligence report on the Hynerian political situation.

Here it is.

Ah.

And you can undergo your surgery anytime you choose.

That wasn't the only thing I requested.

We're working on the other thing.

Work faster.

For the love of cholack.

I heard you were here, but I didn't believe it.

Will you have a drink with me?

Thank you.

But I only drink with Peacekeepers.

And this collimates the organic residue analyser which, er...

Is trying to figure out why your wormhole pilots have turned into goo.

You know of the tissue liquification effect.

Yeah.

It happened to Linfer when she tried to defect to Moya.

And what did Linfer tell you?

Not a lot.

She died.

Tell you what, why don't you pull up her phase progression equations.

Let's see how they compare to the stuff your chip pulled out of my brain.

Fellas.

Open the bag or call me a cab. I cannot work blind.

How's the pain?

I can increase the anesthetic mist.

You doing all right, big guy?

Well enough.

Though it is taking slightly longer than I expected.

My apologies.

These rings weren't designed to be removed.

The bone will knit shortly, however.

And the blood is running clear.

You're safe from infection in here.

Relax there for a few arns.

The griletto mist will help you heal.

Apparently it's safe to talk in here.

Crais says that the mist interferes with their surveillance equipment.

Well, he should know. It was his boat.

How you holding up?

Well, I wish I was elsewhere.

Yeah.

Have you decided on a plan?

Plan A was to wipe all their data, send 'em back to square one.

That would work if I could find the erase button.

Mm-hmm...

Plan B, steer them in the wrong direction.

Except I don't know which way that is.

I'm starting to look at plan C.

Which is?

Forget the whole thing and run like hell before they kill us.

Are you serious about that one?

No.

Just tell the others not to get comfortable.

Trust me, they won't.

Well, that's it for me.

Now how the frell can Scorpius allow that Luxan on board?

Can't stand Luxans.

Never could.

Me, neither.

Looking down his ugly nose at us.

Like to wipe that sneer off his face.

So would I.

You know what might give him a good scare?

Have you still got that thing they built for you for the Battle of Stalaro?

I don't like it.

I don't trust Scorpius.

We gonna die here?

What do you mean?

In this room or in a Command Carrier?

Luxan.

Peacekeeper.

Get up.

Oh, frell.

D'Argo!

No!

Don't move.

Oh, dear.

Reljik, if anyone, and I mean anyone touches our guests,

there'll be two executions.

The offender's, and yours.

Dismissed.

Can anybody think of a reason why we shouldn't head straight back for Moya?

No.

We were assured safe passage.

But, John, Ka D'Argo, I do apologize. But this will not happen again.

That's right.

Because I'm taking Jool, Chiana and Rygel back to Moya.

Unnecessary.

The fewer of us on board,

the less likely one of your people is to get hurt.

Yes, and the less incentive for you to keep your promises.

But those who wish to return may, but...

Speaking of promises.

Braca, give him the file on Macton.

Latest activities, current location.

Thank you.

Lieutenant.

Captain.

No longer.

What were you told?

Only to assist you as required.

And are you displeased with this assignment?

Why would I be?

Working with someone who has...

lost his command.

Scorpius stole your command.

I knew he squeezed you out of power.

What else do you know?

That even though you left without a word,

I never changed my feelings for you.

Scorpius.

He knows about our past.

He put me in the Aurora Chair.

Found out everything.

He said if I didn't spy on you, he'd destroy me.

Why are you telling me this?

For the last two cycles, I hated you.

It was the only way I could get through it.

It's as I expected.

Everyone who knew me would be coerced into spying.

I don't hate you.

I don't hate you, either.

These are design specs, right?

It's our latest approach,

to create an external field that stabilizes a wormhole before entry.

You're using this entire ship's hull as a wave repeater.

Yes.

The ship's mass itself acts as a multiplier.

If we knew the sub-harmonic formulas, we could find the right resonance pattern.

No progress?

Uh, not as yet, sir. So far we haven't been able to...

to postulate any further equations, no.

Why not?

Because we keep being interrupted.

I'm sorry, John, but we must move faster.

The equations we need are in here.

Don't touch me.

Locked away. I can't get at 'em.

Well, perhaps you're holding back.

Grasshopper, you have tried to...

snatch the pebbles from my head! - Let me... Let me finish!

You may well be making every conscious effort but subconsciously...

you may still believe that I will misuse the wormhole technology.

You say you're only after Scarrans. I'm cool with that.

As long as it's true.

It is.

Maybe I can prove it to you.

What's that?

Excerpts from my file, documenting my life before I joined the Peacekeepers.

Uh-huh. What's that gonna tell me?

Why I despise Scarrans.

Scorpius' datachip made for interesting viewing, don't you think, John?

The Scarrans. Are they really the threat he claims,

or is he just out for revenge?

What do you think?

Phew!

I share his intellect, but not his passions nor his fears.

Hence my assessment would be more objective than his.

And I concur with him.

The Scarrans pose a threat to all other species.

Cheer up, John.

Scorpius has shown his biography to very few.

He must be trusting you now.

Yeah, that's interesting,

considering I've been lying to his face.

Well, I've managed to, ah, normalize your energy signature.

Scorpius can't detect your lying.

We may yet survive this, John.

Hoo-ha!

Oh, it's magnificent.

Braca, stand down. He's harmless.

His weapons have been deactivated.

Am I to take your word for it?

Take my word, Lieutenant.

That ship's biologics are on minimal auto-support.

All its other systems are dead.

Care to board Talyn and see for yourself?

And he believed your confession?

Yes.

He trusts me completely.

Group leader Desmon, trials will commence in ten microts.

This is nice.

It's planetary terrain reconstruction.

Combat training. There's about forty on the ship.

Look, Scorpy thinks that Scarrans are public enemy number one.

They want to wipe out all the lesser species. Is that true?

It's what we were taught.

Great. And what if the Peacekeepers never develop wormhole tech?

What if that's the only way to keep the Scarrans at bay?

Well, they'll have to find another way to repel the Scarrans, but that's not your problem.

You should be focusing on what you came here to do.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

It's just...

it's just going so damn slow.

The stuff in my head.

You know what? I could be here for a while.

Maybe it's best if you don't stay.

And calls for Dominar Bishan's abdication have spread

to four of the primary homeworlds.

By the Hynerian gods. Orrhn wasn't lying.

Bishan's in disfavor.

If I returned, I could muster up an army,

incite an uprising and restore myself to power.

I can see it now.

The searing rapture of my supporters.

"Rygel. Rygel."

Rygel. - Pilot, what's wrong?

With what?

All systems report normal function.

No, no, no.

You were screaming.

I... I had a vision. You were screaming.

But there's nothing wrong.

Ships approaching.

Peacekeeper ships.

A Marauder and two Prowlers approaching fast.

Another Retrieval Squad?

Frelling Scorpius.

Starburst now, Pilot.

Yes, prepare for immediate Starburst.

This ship is amazing.

I understand why you took control of him.

The neural interface.

What was it like?

A thousand different sensations all at once.

Yet you're willing to give him up?

No choice. Ultimately, Talyn would not be commanded.

Ultimately, neither would you.

My inability to take orders is why I am no longer a captain.

Do you regret leaving the Peacekeepers?

Sometimes.

What I regret most of is that I didn't try to take you with me.

I wouldn't have gone.

Not then.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

Do you have something to say?

Where should I start?

What happened?

Am I a traitor?

Well, that depends on your definition.

Define it how you like, you're the one who left.

Well, no, I didn't have a choice in that.

Crais decided I was irreversibly contaminated and he threw me out.

And then he turned renegade and he got thrown out.

You could have come back.

It was too late then.

You think you didn't have a choice?

I didn't want to come back.

Then you are a traitor.

A deserter, perhaps.

Can you tell me why?

If you really want to know.

Alert. All cannon crew and Prowler pilots report to stations.

A captured Leviathan is being escorted to docking area.

Linfer suggested this formula.

I disagreed.

You two argue a lot?

She was a great mind and a tragic loss.

Yeah, I didn't really get a chance to know her.

But I liked her.

And you obviously liked her.

That's good.

This is wrong.

What, do you see a flaw in her extrapolation?

Just a hunch.

Excuse me.

That's not right, but there is another way to go.

Crichton.

They've captured Moya.

Scorpius.

What is this?!

Scorpius gave orders that this... - I gave orders.

Lieutenant Reljik, isn't it?

I'm honored you remember, ma'am.

Thrice decorated by High Command, if I recall correctly.

You do, ma'am.

Would you be so good as to watch over these prisoners for me?

Ma'am.

Luxan.

Move.

A security lockdown is in effect.

Priority Velca Nine. No one is permitted...

What have you done?

This Gammak project is under my authority.

Your authority is not absolute, Scorpius.

Let me introduce Kor Tosko, special Luxan ambassador.

The Luxans have signed a defense agreement with the Peacekeepers.

I have been sent to promote other such alliances.

But half the planets I visit fear Peacekeepers.

The other half laugh at us

for our simple inability to capture a handful of escaped prisoners

whose exploits are becoming legendary.

Why should we care what insignificant systems think?!

We're uniting as much of the Uncharted Territories as possible,

to improve our bargaining position with the Scarrans.

The Council intends to negotiate?

A truce is being explored.

A truce won't prevent an invasion.

As a show of weakness, it may even hasten one.

Hence the alliances, to show strength.

Showing strength is useless!

My project will give us strength!

Crichton, stop!

Where is Scorpius?

He didn't capture Moya.

Like hell he didn't. Moya turned herself in?

It wasn't Scorpius.

Let him explain. Let me take you to him.

What a good idea.

Even if these chimerical wormholes of yours had some military value,

now is not the time to provoke the Scarrans.

The very existence of this project imperils a truce.

The very idea of a truce imperils every Sebacean.

I know Scarrans.

I understand them more than you ever will.

Appeasement?

Suicide.

In you go!

Hey, Hopper!

Let 'em go or I will kill you, bracelet or no bracelet.

Calm down, John, calm down.

Moya and your friends are unharmed.

Well, we'd like to see them.

You can't.

I've taken them into custody.

Have we met?

Commandant Mele-on Grayza.

And you must be the infamous John Crichton.

Infamous?

Two points, Commandant.

One, your boy here has made a lot of promises which you should keep because

two, when my friends are threatened,

I am infamous for making really stupid moves, yes?

Mm-hmm.

Point two is clearly correct,

but I cannot accept point one.

You've completely lost control.

Not yet.

This is Scorpius.

Moya and her crew are to be released at once.

Braca, have a security team report to my quarters.

They will accommodate Commodore Grayza and her retinue to their vessel.

A Prowler detail will escort them out of this sector.

Sir.

All right, Scorpius, we'll do this the hard way.

I'll return with a full council sanction.

You shouldn't have made me into an enemy.

And you shouldn't have pointed a weapon at me.

Damn, I got to stop pointing guns at people.

Scorpius.

I need a Comms channel.

You heard Scorpius. Release the prisoners.

Ma'am, are you sure?

Do as you are ordered, Lieutenant.

Don't touch me.

Crichton, we were attacked.

Immobilizer Pulse.

I know, Pilot. It-it's all right.

Moya won't accept a Control Collar.

Rather be dead.

There's not going to be a Control Collar.

Tell him. - Crichton is correct.

Your capture was an error.

This situation will not occur again.

He means it, Pilot. And tell Moya I'm gonna to hold him to it.

Thank you, Commander.

John, now you know what stupidity I have to deal with,

you must not fail.

Reljik here. I'm alone.

Comms encryption is engaged.

Lieutenant, I intend to remove Scorpius from Command.

I'm sure most of us here would fully approve of that action.

But going through channels takes time.

And given the crew's low opinion of Scorpius, I'm concerned for his safety.

He is well protected,

but because of the I-Yensch bracelet, he is vulnerable, through John Crichton.

Then I am equally concerned for Crichton's safety.

I will do my best to address your concerns, ma'am.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Ah, a simple game.

Not very diverting, unless it's played for currency.

Oh, I don't want to be diverted. I just want Crichton to finish his work so we can go.

Oh, we'll go whether he's finished or not.

But we may as well take some Peacekeeper winnings with us.

Play.

Then you've rejected our ideals?

No, not all of them. I've actually kept loyalty, sacrifice, honor.

Not all Peacekeepers believe in those ideals, you know.

I still do.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

Aren't you ever worried that you might be fighting for the wrong cause?

No. Never.

What about the wrong leaders?

He was here under the Peacekeeper-Luxan Pact.

I cannot believe that the Luxans made a pact with the Peacekeepers.

They've merely pledged to fight any Scarran attack.

They remain autonomous.

Yes, but... for how long?

The knowledge the Ancients put in my head is starting to do its job.

I can see which path will work and which one's a dead end.

So you will be able to steer Scorpius onto the wrong path?

Yeah, I can screw up his research for years to come.

Why aren't you happy about that?

'Cause I'm not a hundred percent sure it's the right thing to do.

The other John gave up his life to stop the Scarrans from getting this information.

I know, but it's my shift now.

He didn't know what we know.

He didn't get Scorpy's backstory.

He didn't see Scorpy put his ass on the line for us.

So what, now you're actually considering helping Scorpius?

No.

It's just not clear what my next move is.

Well, then you get clear. I said I'd back you up and I will,

but you have to make a decision.

Bialar, I know you may not believe me, but...

you could come back.

To the Peacekeepers?

Scorpius despises me as much as I despise him.

This wormhole project, it means everything to him.

As does loyalty.

Give him what he wants from Crichton.

Show Scorpius you're not his enemy.

What?

I think we're being followed.

Through here.

Don't touch anything.

What is this place? - It's a generator.

It's unlikely we'll be followed through here.

Yeah, it's a good place for an ambush.

Got them, sir.

Junction three, lerg eight.

Well, our odds aren't going to get any better.

Aw hell, Karate man.

Braca!

Crichton is being assaulted. Find him.

Crichton, get clear!

What?

No pulse weapons. Not in here.

Oh, yes.

John Crichton.

He's here!

Sir.

I'm all right.

Crichton?

We're checking every level, sir.

Frell.

Oh God!

Ah! Woah!

This is just not fair.

Crichton, where are you?

Up top! About to blow up!

Aeryn!

Just in case there's any more assassination attempts.

Hey, how'd it feel at your end?

Our time is running out.

Commandant Grayza will return very soon.

Work it out, Scorp.

Get your ship under control here. They were after me to get at you.

Realize that the situation has now changed.

Our fates are now well and truly linked.

We have been over this. I am still trying to assimilate all the data your people collected.

Grayza's arrival drastically changes our timetable.

It is Einstein's timetable.

God, it's God's timetable, Scorp.

Fix your end. I'm doing my bit.

Are you?

Why are you bitching at me like we're married, Scorpy-Sue?

Just tell me what's on your mind.

I suspect you're stalling.

Either through ignorance or by design.

I hoped you'd see reason.

What do you think I see, huh?

I'm here, on a big stinking Command Carrier,

Dick Tracy's freaking neuro-bracelet linking me to Bram Stoker's nightmare.

What more do you want from me?

Cooperation.

You stole that from my memory.

You will kill both of us.

I reckon so.

It took quite some effort to triangulate the stars from your planet.

More to gain a visual confirmation.

Get the hell off of me, you freak!

Even without wormholes, Earth is reachable.

At top speed, just over 60 cycles.

You give me what I want or I swear,

I will keep you alive so that you can witness your home world's destruction!