Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #12

Come on, let's go.

- No.

- Let's go!

Give me some pulse rifles.

Give me some pulse rifles!

Okay.

It's gonna get uglier soon.

You better get going.

You're the closest friend

I have.

You could've done better.

Nowhere in the universe.

You got a lot of life

to lead, John.

Two big things.

Do me a favor?

Name it.

I'll look after her.

I'll take care nothing's

gonna happen to her.

Go away.

I wanna speak to Chiana.

I'm gonna miss you.

Stop it. No laughing.

Don't make him laugh.

Hey.

Please don't die.

- We all die.

- No.

- I love you.

- No, no...

Take this.

- Take this, take this.

- I don't want it.

Take it!

John.

Take it.

- Don't leave me.

- I'll find you.

- I love you.

- I'll find you.

The first Scarran you see,

you tell him who his daddy is.

Tell him, D'Argo!

I'm almost to the surface.

Moya senses there are still many

Scarran attack ships out there.

Get ready to jump.

What?

It's safer to fall into the web than risk being

scooped up by it.

- Give me the baby.

- No.

I'll be hovering.

I won't fall.

He's safer with me.

I'm your daddy!

Let's do it.

Good luck.

We'll need it.

On my count.

One, two, three... jump!

- Pilot, have we heard from Jothee yet?

- Safe.

As is the ship they commandeered

to rescue the other Eidelons.

How soon can we rendezvous?

We have to get Muoma into play.

We can't, Commander. We're on opposite

sides of the battle zone.

I'm doing all I can to keep us

from being destroyed as it is.

I don't care what you say.

He's got my nose.

The frellings

killed my D'Argo.

He wanted you to survive.

You have to keep your wits.

Come on.

Even if these three Eidelons on board

are enough,

- I propose...

- Not now!

Pilot, have we heard from Staleek

or the grand chancellorette?

No, Commander.

How the hell

did this get here?

The DRDs built it

to your specifications.

What changed your mind?

Not what.

Who.

It's operational?

As far as I can tell.

This will make

a wormhole weapon, yes?

I thought this

is what you wanted.

At the time. Not now.

Not ever really.

Pilot, can we run?

We're too damaged to starburst.

And the Peacekeepers

and Scarrans seem as intent

on annihilating us

as they are each other.

Jothee, can you hear me?

Pretty tight over here.

I can't make it to you.

Cut loose. Get clear.

You understand me?

Copy. Everybody safe?

It's a little crazy around

here for roll call now.

Just get as far away as you can.

We'll catch up.

Hey, come here.

Kill the frellings.

And kill them others too.

If you can

kill them slowly, do it.

Back off.

Keep away!

D'Argo's dead. Do you think

I frelling care what I do to you?

Yes.

D'Argo is dead?

Yes, Pilot. Saving us.

Is there another way?

I don't see one.

Do you?

It's worse than you think.

Is it worse than D'Argo

being blown to pieces?

Is it worse

than our son dying?

Is it worse

than living with this?

Come here.

Closer.

You wanna see it?

The thing you've been chasing my

ass all over the universe for?

Torturing me, my wife,

my friends for?

Formidable weapon.

You wanna see it?

Yes.

- Beg.

- I beg you.

That's not good enough.

Say please.

Please.

- Pretty please.

- With cherry on top.

- With cherry on top.

Happy birthday.

Now get outta my sight.

Behold, the wormhole weapon.

That?

Yeah.

Ain't it beautiful?

Is this some kind

of joke?

Cosmic.

Keep watching.

Blink and

you'll miss it.

There.

Isn't that sweet?

Baby's gonna grow.

Pilot, are my comms open?

It's time for a birth announcement.

Comms are open, Commander.

Attention, ladies and gentlemen,

and all ships at sea.

If you look out your

front window,

you will see,

by special request,

your very own

wormhole weapon.

Crichton, what's happening?

The end of all this crap.

Hey, Emperor Sleestak,

you big upright iguana.

What does it look like

from the Death Star?

Sir, do you wish

to respond?

Yes. Increase fire power.

Increased rate of fire.

And begin reverse thrust.

Pull us out of here.

Reverse thrust,

one quarter.

Can I get a huzzah from

the grand Peacekeeper b*tch?

Wormhole at 12:
00, Lucy.

Ignore that hail.

Continue all guns

against the Decimator.

That object is beginning to exert

a gravitational pull on us.

Steady retreat

while continuing to fire.

Unbelievable.

Nobody has anything to say.

How big is that thing

gonna get?

Big.

Okay, boys and girls,

here are the rules.

Find a penny, pick it up.

Double it.

You've got two pennies.

Double it again. Four.

Double it 27 times,

and you've got a million dollars

and the IRS all over

your ass.

Round and round

and round it goes.

Where it stops, nobody knows.

But it all adds up... quick.

What do you mean

we cannot reverse thrust?

Because it's just

not working.

We're trapped here, ma'am.

Pilot, how you doin'?

Acceptable, Commander.

Though Moya and I

are beginning to question

whether it makes any difference.

We have tried to retreat

from the wormhole,

but are unable to escape.

I know.

Our destinies are no longer

in our own hands.

Give me my world.

Cease fire!

Ma'am, your orders?

Hold all salvos.

Silence the guns.

What have you done,

Crichton?

What did you ask me to do,

Sparky?

"Crichton, please make the wormhole so we

can all have peace.

"Crichton, you gotta make the wormhole.

We all want peace!

"Crichton, make the damn wormhole.

We gotta have peace!"

How many times

did you say that, Sparky?

Wormhole. Peace.

Peace. Wormhole.

How many times, mister, I beg you,

"Please with a cherry on top"?

I'm sorry.

I tried to explain it.

I tried to tell them all.

You do what

you have to do.

Kiss me.

Here's how it lays out.

Are you listening, Staleek?

I am listening.

Yes.

Wormhole weapons

do not make peace.

Wormhole weapons

don't even make war.

They make total destruction.

Annihilation.

Armageddon.

People make peace.

Can you stop it?

I don't know.

Maybe.

It eats the whole galaxy.

Monumental black hole.

Giant, swirling headstone

marking the spot

where we all used

to live and play

and slaughter the innocent.

This is insane.

God!

Four years on

and you're finally getting that.

You will not go through

with this.

- I already have!

- I agree.

You are weak.

You will not sacrifice

the woman and your offspring.

Our son will be raised

in peace.

Amen.

You hear that, you bastards?

All or nothing.

Wormhole doubles two more times,

Moya goes first.

Twenty seconds later,

you join us.

Either way, this war is over.

Peace.

For the sake

of our children,

I will agree

to a settlement.

May the spirit of peace

descend on Staleek.

May the spirit of peace

descend on Staleek.

Save some for me.

I don't know.

If it is the largest

black hole,

then it's a death

worthy of a Dominar.

Peace.

Agreed.

The Eidelons participate?

A real peace?

Agreed.

Stop this thing.

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Wake up!

Wake up.

No!

Whenever we cross paths,

I leave the encounter

transformed.

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