Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #10

You're on point.

Sergeant Learko,

you go with him.

Stark is now

our number-one priority.

Stark? How's that for

an inversion of normalcy!

Don't get shot up too much.

I was thinking the same thing

about you, old man.

Why can we not immolate

that city?

Weapons systems is inoperative from the

Luxan attack, Excellency.

Excuses aside,

I want every single Eidelon

eliminated.

It is being attended.

That chair becomes you.

Reports from prior

to our arrival suggest

that Crichton and the Leviathan

perished in the ocean below.

Would you agree?

I would rather have

his head as proof.

Once the Peacekeepers

have been defeated,

I intent do oversee larger

galactic governance issues.

Bring me Crichton's head

and all differences between us

will be resolved.

Paving the way for you

to assume my position,

Empress Ahkna.

Why no opposition

on this path?

Scarran shock teams containing

a small number of troops,

delivering a high body count.

Looks like they went street by street.

Extermination pattern.

Now they're down there.

How hard's it gonna be for everybody to leave

each other alone?

Impossible, I'd say.

I would like you

to name the baby Rygel.

Maybe... if it's a girl.

All right, folks, when things

go to hell in a hand basket,

we meet here.

It's a good spot for Moya to

pick us up with the docking web.

Okay, everyone,

let's move out.

Very impressive subjugation.

I dread my cities

looking like this.

Hi, Grunschlk,

going somewhere?

Oh, I suspect you have

some serious issues.

- Shoot the traitor.

- I'm not a traitor.

Someone relayed our location

to the Scarrans after we left.

Someone else.

Have you signaled to anyone

that we're here?

Signaled?

I'm trying to get away.

From a Scarran weapon.

So? We use that trick

all the time.

Look, Missy New Eyes,

my dealings with the Scarrans

are purely financial.

Okay, enough talk. Either we

kill him or we take him with us.

- Take him.

- Scarrans.

- Okay, down.

- Go! Go!

We can take

those Dreadnaughts on.

A pulse blast

would bring 100 Scarrans.

They don't know where we are.

I wanna keep it that way.

Don't move.

There's enough here

for both of us.

Go.

Scorpius, there's

movement outside the temple.

Yes, Captain, we're on

approach so hold your fire.

Thank Juka.

We were worried it was another

Scarran insurgency team.

Braca, open the door!

Good to see you.

You're the reinforcements?

No, we're the band.

Looks like Kiss

was your opening act.

Frell, I'm in the wrong band.

Report.

Six of our troops,

two trained Eidelons, four

others who refuse to bear arms.

The Diagnosan,

minimal munitions.

At least the Scarrans don't know

we're here.

Let's keep it that way. Sergeant?

He's a spy.

Watch him.

I am not a spy!

I report, my spy is trapped

inside one of the city's

largest edifices.

Most interestingly,

with Crichton.

- So, he lives.

- Rectified shortly.

I continue to keep

your future seat warm for you.

Stark, you're the reason

we came.

Is Muoma here?

Yes, she's

around the corner.

Do you have a plan?

We had a good plan

till your guys shot us down.

I don't suppose they'd loan us

a ship, would they?

No, I'm afraid Commandant Grayza's focusing

on other issues.

The grand chancellor's dead.

I suggest we observe operation silence.

Fortify our defenses.

Doc!

Your water just broke.

That means the baby's coming.

Doc!

- Big baby. That's good.

- The timing isn't.

Considering the amount

of fire power it takes

to drop a single Scarran,

we're in trouble.

We should disassemble the weaker munitions.

Make our own shot grenades.

Arts and crafts.

She's gonna be a great mom.

She's right about

the fortifications.

Captain Braca, Scarrans.

Take cover!

Small arms,

but a lot of weaponry.

Everyone, help me

close up this door.

War Minister,

the structure is surrounded

and prime for takeover.

Excellent.

When we attack, the Peacekeeper

female is to be left for me.

I just spoke to Pilot.

Said he won't be ready

till dawn.

At least a couple of arns.

Is there anything

I can do to help?

You've done enough already.

If this was a Sebacean

child, a pure one,

it would've

been born long ago.

So, how long

is this going to take?

On Earth it can last days.

I have killed men for less.

Hey, baby birthing was not

part of the original deal.

Hey, we will be renegotiating.

How's it going?

I'll explain the processes

as best I understand it.

- When they finish meditating...

- We are ready.

High Priestess,

prepare yourself.

The legends are true.

Our heritage,

Yondalao's knowledge,

lies within me.

It has left me completely.

- Will you be able to educate the others?

- Of course.

And make peace?

Our numbers are too few.

Many more are necessary

to make a lasting contribution.

We might be able

to do something about that.

- Jothee, pick up the phone.

- Hello, Crichton?

Noranti, what the hell

are you doing?

Rescuing Eidelons.

What are you doing?

Where's Jothee?

Gone on reconnaissance with

his men. Their comms are off.

What's the situation there?

Any Eidelon that isn't dead

appears to be hiding with us.

Upwards of 100, I'd say.

I'm in charge, Crichton.

Jothee has made me

an honorary commando.

- Tell me he didn't give you a gun.

- Most certainly.

But pulse packs are in short

supply so it's not loaded.

Moya won't be able to pick them

up all together.

She'll barely

be able to take us.

Listen, Grandma,

call us when Jothee gets back.

There's a lot happening.

I'll try and remember.

I have to go now.

We can get you 100.

If we were all to be reunited,

peace is possible.

Just keep doing your thing.

We'll get you there.

Fantastic job.

You're the Johnny Appleseed

of detente.

Thank you. Thank you.

Johnny Appleseed?

Enough! Don't touch me!

Everything he does causes more pain.

This woman could chew

her own arm off.

What is going on?

No, no. No hablo Diagnosan.

What the hell's he saying?

The baby's turned round.

In a bad way.

Tangled in the cord.

And the translation

is extra!

Entangled. Breached.

Must manipulate.

But you can fix it,

right?

They're here!

Return fire!

Aeryn, get down!

You have to give birth!

Key for

their muzzle fire.

Frelling Scarrans!

They will charge!

Use your weapon!

Need your help.

Stay down!

We're way outnumbered.

Our number's about to grow

by one. Can you help Aeryn?

- I'll do it myself.

- The baby is breached.

I can't birth her narl.

I don't want a narl.

I hate narls.

I'm still a narl myself.

- You helped Moya give birth.

- I blew out a wall and three tiers.

I concur.

The baby's head is up.

It has to be down.

Don't make any structural

changes. I'll be right back.

Mind if I borrow your knife?

Careful, it's sharp.

- How are we looking?

- Stay here. We're not looking too good.

Scarran experts, what are

our tactical options?

In this position,

very limited.

A distraction and a break.

Some make it, some don't.

We've got to stay. We've got

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