Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #2

You take it out of him,

and you put it back in her.

Whatever it takes.

Won't do it.

Won't? I want this thing

removed immediately.

It's not a thing!

Fine. I want this miracle

of life out of me!

All right.

At the end of

the first quadmester.

The baby's too small now.

Fragile.

First quadmester?

Give me a drink!

Hey, princess, the nar's

in your stomach? Drad.

- What does it feel like?

- You tell me.

Hey!

Weeber eggs? I hate them.

Well, apparently babies

love them.

Actually, Rygel, what does

it really feel like?

Like having a parasite,

a large parasite

that's growing!

Okay, what did we do

to piss off the locals?

- They're paranoid.

- No, wrong, not paranoid.

I've been talking to many

of them.

Stark our ambassador?

No wonder they're avoiding us.

What's their problem then?

- Fear. Abject fear.

- Of what?

Their fear extends to the point

of not talking about their fear.

Perfect. Let's not exacerbated

it by staying any longer.

D'Argo, beyond that concealment

canopy is Armageddon.

Do we really wanna

fly into that right now?

I'll ask 'em if we can stay.

They're not gonna like it.

So what should we do

in the meantime?

We get married.

What?

Now.

You will make a beautiful bride.

I will see to it.

- Emperor Staleek.

- What is it?

We have received

a deep-space comm cipher.

- We receive tens of thousands...

- This is from a most unexpected source.

With a most

unexpected message.

It is about John Crichton.

The sender knows the Human's

current location.

An out-of-the-way water planet.

No defenses to speak of.

- Do the Peacekeepers have him?

- Not yet.

Your source, is it reliable?

At the moment,

impeccable.

Have a course plotted.

We will send

a full battle contingent.

A full contingent

for one man?

Not for the man.

For the knowledge

he possesses.

It's very generous

of you to do this for us.

It is the first time I have presided

over the union of soldiers.

We're not soldiers.

In fact, he's the only one

carrying a gun.

Either way, your petition to remain

among us is being denied.

On conclusion of your sermon,

you will all leave.

Right.

If you don't mind my asking,

who are you hiding from?

Everyone.

Aeryn's coming!

The bride! The bride!

Come on!

- Okay, are you relaxed?

- I am relaxed.

- I've heard the key is being relaxed.

- I am relaxed.

- Stand here. Stand.

- What about me?

You're right here.

- Good.

- Okay, perfect.

What are you doing?

No, no!

Stark!

Oh, she looks so...

Beautiful.

You look great.

- You owe me.

- I know.

Is there a particular invocation

you would like me to use?

Yeah, um...

Dearly beloved.

"Dearly beloved."

We are gathered here.

"We are gathered here."

Beneath

this magnificent...

Command Carrier.

Peacekeepers.

Lies. All lies!

They seem to know

exactly where we are.

How, if the concealment

canopy is still in place?

They know because

we have been betrayed.

Stark, go with them.

Witchiepoo, you go as well.

- What should we do?

- Convince them it's not our fault!

Hide Rygel.

Guard it with your life.

It's not our fault.

It's not our fault.

We knew nothing about this.

Crichton will fix it.

- He'll fix it. I assure you.

- Come on, old woman.

Now, that's familiar.

Why do I know that?

Now!

Oh.

Eidelons.

Of course!

Eidelons!

Eidelons.

You're Eidelons.

Yes, we are.

You know who

it's gonna be, don't you?

I know who it is.

Come on, "D," bet me.

How much?

You're on your own,

my friend.

Hello, John.

Easy money.

Apologies if this is

a bad time,

but I believe

we need to talk.

How did you find me?

Harvey?

- I would prefer to be called Albert.

- No.

Invisible sidekicks that only

I talk to get called Harvey.

How the hell

did Scorpius find me?

Scorpius is like God.

He does not play dice

with the universe.

He has a great plan, John.

But his mysteries

unfold slowly.

Perhaps they

will be answered

when the proper tribute

is provided to him.

The wormhole!

Or in your case,

the wormhole weapon!

Listen up, Strangelove,

I can find wormholes,

sense when they will open.

Push comes to shove,

I can even navigate one.

But I cannot make

a wormhole weapon!

That is true, John. But you do know

where to obtain the knowledge.

It does not take an Einstein

to figure that out, huh?

Make sure he gets

that message.

So how have you been,

Crichton?

- I'm good, Bob. You? The wife? The kids?

- Busy.

Yeah. I hear

business is booming.

You're right. The Scarrans

and Peacekeepers are at war.

And the Scarrans will prevail

unless you help us build

a wormhole weapon.

Gee, that all sounds

reasonable, Bob.

Only two problems. No matter

what you may believe, I can't do it.

Just as important, I don't think Peacekeepers

are any better than the Scarrans.

So make sure you validate

your parking... on the way out.

You will find no serenity

during this conflict, Crichton.

Examine your choices.

You are not listening.

Wormholes, no! Weapons, no!

Killing, no.

Crichton, no.

You want to see it?

The thing you've been chasing

my ass all over the universe for.

Torturing me, my wife,

my friends for.

- You wanna see it?

- Yes.

- Say please.

- Please.

- Pretty please.

- Pretty please.

- With a cherry on top.

- With a cherry on top.

Happy birthday.

Now get out of my sight.

D'Argo, D'Argo, a miracle!

Eidelons, Jool, Arnessk, peace!

Okay, what's

he talking about?

Eidelons, Jool, Arnessk,

peace!

Thank you.

Please.

We are the last Eidelons.

- All others hunted to extinction.

- Hunted?

Our ancestors possessed

the means to influence peace.

A gift that sadly has

not survived to our generation.

I'm familiar

with the history.

Then you would also know

that 12,000 cycles ago

their great temple

was destroyed,

the conciliators

were murdered,

and all outposts

of our species, slaughtered.

Arnessk was the center

of our spiritual power.

The sight of the long-Iost

great temple,

upon which this very edifice

is modeled.

However, today, Arnessk

is a barren and lifeless world.

Perhaps not.

We've been there.

These images are part of a data

upload transmitted by Jool

before we left her on Arnessk.

I have more in the archives

if you require.

Undoubtedly you will recall...

Except not you

because you weren't there.

It was right after Crichton realized

that he loved you more than anything.

- And you were as frizbot as a...

- Shh.

Hmm? Oh! Arnessk.

These ancient Eidelons were not

long dead as everyone assumed.

Just suspended in time

for 12,000 cycles.

When we reversed the device

that was holding them,

back they came into existence.

Right after I went swimming

with the creature from the black lagoon.

That sounds exciting.

There is no doubt that today's Eidelons are a

direct descendent

of the ancient peacemaking

Eidelons of Arnessk.

And?

They have a unique ability

tied to their physiology.

Which is latent

in our host Eidelons.

Why can't their ancestors

reignite that ability?

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