Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #3

Thus recreating the greatest

peacemaking race in history!

Am I going insane or is the crazy lady

starting to make sense?

- Yes. But I thought we were finished.

- So did I.

What happened to

"run first, no questions later"?

Scorpius. We wake up and he finds us

before we have our first cup of coffee.

- This is not our fight.

- I agree.

But as long as there's a war on,

everyone's after me

'cause I'm the

winner-take-all weapon guy.

- Every time we get involved...

I know. People die.

We out of options?

This Eidelon

education program.

- What are the odds it'll work?

- Not good.

Not good is the best odds

we ever get.

The most exciting aspect

is the possibility

of learning how to influence

peace in others.

Noble aspiration,

High Priestess.

We have discussed it

amongst ourselves,

and would be most appreciative

if you would transport

Pikal and Caa'ta to Arnessk

for an introductory delegation.

- But we can take many more.

- As I have repeatedly said...

Centuries of hiding do not

melt away suddenly, Pikal.

We remain skeptical

about your motives.

And that's just on our side.

I know a little something

of the Leviathans

and their symbiotic Pilots.

Peaceful to a fault,

if I recall.

To Moya or myself,

violence is less than an option.

Then I have a simple query.

These beings that you ferry,

do you trust them?

Implicitly.

Then I entrust Caa'ta

and Pikal to your care.

Tissue transferal conductor.

The doc hasn't got

all the bits,

but you'll probably find everything

you need up on your ship.

And the doctor will give you

detailed instructions.

That's unacceptable.

He's coming with us.

No, I'm sorry. The doctor

and I do not travel into Peacekeeper territory.

We have some previous issues

with them.

Aeryn, this is a relatively

simple procedure.

My baby is in a Hynerian.

It's nowhere near simple.

Of course it is.

This part attaches to Rygel,

the other part to you.

Before you know it,

the baby's transferred.

So elegantly designed.

Anyone can use it. Good luck.

- What? Where are you going?

- Not with you.

Why not?

These Eidelons have just

absorbed a thunderbolt revelation.

I know more about their ancient culture than

they do.

They can benefit from my instructions until you

return.

Can I do it myself?

No.

Right.

What the hell

is he doing here?

- We were invited.

- Just stay there.

I've thought this through.

We need him.

I don't like it.

Well, blame me.

I do blame you.

I don't like it!

I don't like it either.

But we are currently flying

through Peacekeeper

controlled space during a war

and he is a

Command Carrier officer.

Actually my most recent commission

was commander of a full Peacekeeper armada.

Uh-huh. Among other things!

He knows all the current

pass codes.

I'll keep him away.

I hope so.

Oh, Aeryn, Rygel,

off-limits.

- Good morning, Commander.

- Morning, Pilot.

Moya looks beautiful.

How much did you miss us?

We have received a message that

appears to have been hailing for some time.

First Arnessk.

I have enough of a fix

that we can begin our journey.

I will find the exact location from

Moya's data banks as we grow closer.

Excellent, Pilot.

Proceed.

- Their message?

- Sure, Pilot. Who is it?

Apparently the

Royal Palace of Hyneria

coming from someone

named Bishaan.

What is really

happening there, Bishaan?

It is this damned war.

The Scarrans have already taken

our outer territories. Millions are dead.

You are a direct descendent

of the royal lineage.

If our people will unite under

anyone, it will be under you.

Cousin Rygel, you are welcome

to return to Hyneria.

You must returnl

If Bishaan thinks

I'll return to a shared throne,

he is beyond diluted.

Ow!

You're not going anywhere.

You rest.

Some mother

you're going to make.

Ship-wide announcement

for our new guests.

Prepare for starburst,

people.

- Chiana, Chiana!

- In here.

Blessed Eidelon, may

I enter the room and...

Enough!

What is it exactly

about these guys

that makes you

so faasbotten?

Are you serious? The Eidelons are remarkable

negotiators.

The Scarrans aren't

gonna be reasoned with.

But they will if...

If what?

Frell...

- Is he propositioning me?

- No.

That's a very special gland.

Smart.

- In a weird place.

- It's an antenna to feelings.

An inner eye.

Am I right, Pikal?

Yes. And our history

leads us to believe

substantially more.

It gets bigger?

Not that we know.

However, it vibrates.

We used to be able

to create an energy field

that had a calming effect

on individuals,

allowing them to see reason.

Yeah, but your

little, limp thing.

It can't do

the trick anymore.

Unfortunately not.

We've really

gotta get married.

Now.

She has a good strong kick.

Perhaps to remind you

that you're needed on the command deck.

There is nothing to be done

at the moment.

You know the situation.

Situations change.

We are outnumbered,

out-gunned,

and our populace has grown

averse to hardship.

What are you trying

to say?

More to the point,

what are you not saying?

We have now lost every single battle

since the start of the war.

I seek your opinion

on a truce.

The Scarrans will accept

no truce.

Only surrender.

A surrender then.

When all is lost... only.

What are the signs,

my dear Grayza,

that all is lost?

A military leader

who broaches surrender.

Crichton has departed

the water planet.

My contact has provided

approximate coordinates to his destination.

Fearful flight

or purposeful journey?

He seeks the means

to end this conflict.

- Wormhole weapon.

- Unknown.

Though he does now have

a traveling companion.

- Scorpius.

- How well do they guard Crichton?

The Leviathan travels

unescorted.

Though Peacekeepers now

protect the water planet,

they have left.

Order the remainder

of our battle contingent

to engage the enemy there.

Defeat them.

Then subdue the inhabitants.

And this Decimator?

To follow Crichton,

and settle old scores.

Any good vibes

from the Eidelons yet?

Caa'ta is suspicious.

Imagine finding out your

12,000-cycle old relatives are still alive.

I once thought

my Aunt Ruth was dead.

You can't believe the stuff

we found in her closet.

- Do you think they can do it?

- I don't know.

Think the Eidelons

can stop this war?

If they can't,

we get to find another galaxy

to live in.

John, between you and me.

- Lf this doesn't work, can you...

- No, I can't.

Ohhh, by Hedsmana's sight,

why me?

You're a Dominar.

It has to count for something.

Carry their baby.

Marry them off.

What next?

Let them move in?

What?

Forget about it.

This is all wrong.

Stop! You are ruining

my wedding.

Honey?

- What?

- You're pointing a gun at the baby.

I've traveled with the two

of you for quite a while now.

Known you

since you first met.

Over the cycles,

there were times

when it looked like you were gonna kill each

other.

Other times we couldn't

have got you off each other

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